Fiction Part 2

He broke the kiss, almost reluctantly, then looked me in the eye again and quietly asked, "You ready to make good on that offer?"

Not getting his reference, I looked at him quizzically.

"Remember?" he asked, "You said you suck..." He smiled again and, impossibly, I swelled harder against his steel hard cock.

Then the lights went out.

Startled, Dominik embraced me tighter and uttered, "What the..."

Then it dawned on me, and I laughed, "It's blackout night. Third Saturday of the month. They turn out the lights so guys can wander around in the dark fondling each other in semi-anonymity."

We both laughed, relaxing into each other's embrace, our hands wandering. He pressed in harder again, thrusting against my painfully hard cock. Our lips met and our breath came in ragged bursts as out arousal mounted.

Again, Dominik pulled away. In the dim glow of the dart machine, he was a mysterious silhouette.

I felt his hands go to my waist and tug at the tight tank top I was wearing. Oddly, for as dark as it was, I could see his eyes clearly. He lifted my shirt slowly, in a decided tease, his eyes drinking in my revealed torso. As the shirt came up over my head, he pressed into me, forcing me back and into the wall, my head and arms tangled in the material of my shirt. I felt his warm breath at my exposed neck, his hands gripping the material, keeping me totally blinded and bound by my shirt.

All I could do was moan softly as his lips brushed my neck. He licked along my neckline to the sensitive spot just below and behind my ear, causing me to whimper and my knees to weaken. Then I felt his teeth, grazing lightly over the tender flesh, biting playfully, sensually back down my neck, then down my chest.

His tongue flicked teasingly against my now erect nipples, he nipped and nibbled and lapped at the sensitive nibs as I squirmed and gasped.

He released my hands, but left me tangled in my shirt. Then he was licking and nibbling down further, over my abs, stropping to nibble along the rim of my navel then further down still.

I gasped and trembled again as I felt his warm breath reach my waist line. He pressed his face into my crotch, nibbling and biting at my cock through the material straining to contain my arousal. I found myself thrusting into his teasing bites and moaning louder, his bites becoming harder as he heard my response.

Suddenly, his hands were tearing at the buttons of my jeans and ripping them open. His hands fumbled to release my throbbing dick from the fabric of my jock, and in less than a heart beat, I felt my cock slide slowly into his hot mouth.

Unconsciously, I thrust into that inviting warmth, growling in lust as I slid in to the base. Just as he pressed me fully into his throat, I felt his teeth close around the base. I'd nearly swooned at this point, only standing at this point because I was propped up against the wall. The grip of his teeth on the base of my dick increased, intense pain and pleasure indecipherably mingled.

His throat contracted, as if swallowing, milking my shaft. His tongue swirled around the base, making me light headed and swell harder inside him. He tugged at my trapped cock, biting a little harder now, his hands sliding my jeans down and gripping my butt as he expertly teased my throbbing cock.

Incredibly, Dominik had not come up for air the entire time I had been buried in his throat to the hilt. I felt him nibbling up the base, taking grateful gulps of air around his bites along my shaft. He stopped, with just the head in his mouth, held firmly between his teeth dug into the shaft just behind the head. His tongue snaked into my piss slit, lapping and delving deeper into it than I thought possible, sending me into a swoon again, barely able to stay standing.

I was close, and he knew it, as well as probably half the bar. I couldn't stay quiet with his talented mouth pleasuring and tormenting my dick. He swallowed me whole again, working my shaft with his lips, his tongue and his teeth before taking me all the way to the base again and gripping my balls in his hand. His teeth sunk into the base and he began tugging at my trapped meat.

He began slapping my tender balls pressed to the bottom of my sack by his firm grip, his light taps getting progressively harder very quickly. My balls tried vainly to draw up as my orgasm threatened.

Just as I thought I was about to go out of my mind, my balls aching from his manipulations, my cock throbbing from the intense biting and overwhelming sensations from his talented mouth, Dominik bit down HARD on the base and I exploded inside his mouth. I felt his throat convulse and rhythmically swallow my load. He stroked my sore nuts and slowly let me slide from his mouth, nipping playfully at the tip as it passed his lips, lapping at the last of my cum glistening on the head.

Dominik then stood and pulled my shirt the rest of the way off and kissed me, passing the taste of my cock and my cum into my mouth as he pressed into my body.

I felt his hands at my shoulders, gently, but firmly pushing me down to my knees. I pressed my face into his groin, inhaling his masculine scent, feeling the heft and strength of his cock through his jeans.

Still swooning from my intense orgasm, I fumbled a bit getting his tight jeans open, but my earlier guess has been right. Once the fly was open, his massive cock sprung out slapping my cheek and leaving a glistening trail of precum along the side of my face.

I gripped the base, holding it tightly, squeezing it hard, teasingly. I lapped at the tip, digging my tongue into his piss slit as he'd done with me, greedily licking up his precum. I swirled my tongue around the head, tracing the rim of his head and flicking it along the tender area on the underside where the head met the shaft. i licked and lightly nibbled along the underside of the shaft, all the way to the base, then licked and sucked at his balls. I lifted the heavy orbs on my tongue, caressing them and then sucking each one into my mouth before licking my way back to the tip.

Dominik seemed to be enjoying the attention, moaning softly and running his hands through my hair. I took the tip of his cock between my lips and he thrust forward. I was dubious about taking such a monster cock, but, surprisingly, it slid down my throat easily. Groaning and whispering encouragement, he kept thrusting into my mouth, courteously ensuring I was able to get air. He didn't ask me to bite, so I was careful to try to keep my teeth from scraping along that thick meat, but doubt I was very successful given how thick he was.

I didn't sit passively while he fucked my throat. I swirled my tongue along the underside of his cock as he thrust in and out. I gripped, gently, both his balls, carefully pulling them down and away, wanting to make this last as long as possible. I stroked his thighs and moaned in erotic overload.

His hands continued to stroke my hair, his fingers raking gently, stroking, but not forcing my actions or forcing me down his huge dick.

I could feel him swelling, stretching my jaw even wider, and knew he was close, had been close for a while in all probability. He was panting now, and I began stroking his cock in time to his thrusts, speeding up and massaging his taint, feeling the root of his cock throbbing in time to his racing heart beat.

With a growl, Dominik arched his back, and I desperately tried to swallow the hot cum that started pouring from his cock. I impressed even myself that I didn't drown, but still ended up with as much running down my chin as I swallowed.

As if all the strength had jetted out with his cum, Dominik slid to his knees, embracing me tightly, kissing me. Not just my mouth, but all over my face and neck. Kisses over my closed eyes, over the bridge of my nose, my cheeks, the rim of my ears and my neck, and I returned that hungry embrace with as much enthusiasm.

It was then that I noticed how quiet the bar had become. Obviously, despite lights, our play had caught a lot of attention, but the moment was broken suddenly by the ring of a cell phone.

Dominik fumbled in his disheveled clothes for his phone, answering quietly as noise in the bar began to resume slowly.

My head was still swimming, and I only caught portions of his short, but curt conversation. He was upset.

After hanging up the phone, he leaned up against the wall, still seated on the floor of the bar, pulling me into his arms and holding me from behind.

"I have to go..." He said quietly. "I have to go home, the studio is sending over paperwork that has to be signed tonight, immediately, for some reason."

I nodded, disappointed with the abrupt end of a truly intense night.

He leaned forward, and I could feel his cock, amazingly still hard, pressing into me as he whispered in my ear, "I want you to come with me..." he started hesitantly, as if unsure if I'd want to leave with him.

I leaned back, grinding my ass into his lap teasingly, "Then what are we still doing here?" I asked, grinning at him and kissing him, tracing his lips with the tip of my tongue.

He moaned longingly, then laughed softly as he lifted me up with him. We hastily got dressed and made our way out of the bar.

To be continued...

Lessons in humility, public nudity and assignment update.

So, I didn't have time to work out before leaving for work this evening as I normally would, so I decided I'd take shorts and a tank top with me and slip down to the gym at work after it closed for a workout. My co-worker/cohort watched the front for me, and I went to work out. I loaded the new ab workout my key-holder suggested onto the iPod and took it with me.

After a nice 5 mile jog to warm up, I did some work on the chest and arms with free weights before popping the ab workout up on the iPod.

Crap.

I thought, despite being a little overweight, that I was in pretty good shape. I've been doing really well with free weights and weight machines in my usual routine, so imagine my surprise when I couldn't keep up with this simple ab routine. To be fair, it's a pretty grueling routine, but I thought I'd be able to handle it. Much to my consternation, I was only able to keep up by taking breaks, and there was 2 exercises I couldn't do correctly, and didn't do for fear of straining/ pulling/ injuring myself in some way. It bums me out. It seems I have a ways to go yet to get in shape, but maybe this change to the routine will help shed the stubborn remaining weight.

And, yes, you read correctly. Public nudity indeed. After the workout, I realized I wanted a shower, the only option was the public showers in the workout area. Granted the gym was closed, but it is conceivable that someone -could- have come down, as there's no lock. Someone could have caught me showering, my cock locked up in a shiny solid steel CB. But no one did, though maybe I'll have to add exhibitionism to my list of kinks now?

As for the assignment update, the fictional story about Dominik will continue. Ideas for the story are already circulating in my mind and causing certain bits to swell in confinement. That'll be up soon.

All in all, despite the hit to the ego, I'm feeling good, if a little sore at the moment. I'm locked and I'm a happy boy.

Cheers,
Rogin

Stunning horniness...

Ninety six hours in...

Dear god.

I'm already climbing the walls. I've self locked before this, and even after two weeks, I wasn't this riled up. I kept catching myself pressing up against the counter at work last night, unconsciously humping an inanimate object in a mindless arousal. Thankfully I was flying solo at work last night. While I'm perfectly capable and even happy to laugh at myself, I don't think I want to have that conversation with the people I work with. I'll have to be extra aware of my actions tonight.

Updates: Aside from my mildly aching balls, I'm intensely turned on and enjoying this experience. My key holder has shown himself to be a creative and genuine guy. I received an e-mail earlier this morning asking me why I trust him so soon, and I had to give it some thought.

The easy answer is it's a gut reaction. It's entirely possible my heightened state of arousal is clouding my reasoning, but I sincerely don't think that's the case. Given our frequent and regular correspondence, he's shown me that he genuinely cares about my well being and wants to help me better myself. It's more than just a kinky game to him, and that means something to me. While it's fun, and erotic, and insanely exciting, the potential for other good things coming of it make the experience that much richer.

And erotic and exciting it definitely is. And scary in a way, but that only adds to the tapestry of the experience.

But I think the element that binds it together and makes me feel safe and comfortable with my key holder is the web cam. We have "seen" eachother every day since I turned my cock over to him. And looking into his face, seeing his smile, seeing him light up when the cameras connect, all tell me that I can and should trust him. And I do. I'm proud that he wants to take control of my cock, that he wants to invest this time and energy into this, that he's willing to go further than just hold a key, but -use- that control, not only for his enjoyment, but for mine.

As for other tasks, my goal for push-ups has increased drastically to 30 non-stop push-ups. I'm still struggling past 10, and fear it will take me some time to meet this goal. He's assured me that he doesn't expect me to quickly reach that goal, but I'm going to be working very hard to make it, because I have a great motivation.

He's fucking sexy.

I strain at my CB every time I see his face on camera. He smiles and I swell inside the tube. And I want to see more. So either I have to go 30 days in chastity, or do 30 continuous push-ups for that privilege. A price -well- worth paying. Granted, all I'm working towards at this time as a reward is seeing his upper body, but he's totally worth it. At this point, I think 30 days will happen before the 30 push-ups, but as a point of pride, both for myself, and to make him proud, I'm determined to get to 30 push-up.

Another goal is to lose a little weight and firm up some. I never wanted to be super muscular. Frankly, body builders look creepy to me, grotesque. But I would like to look good, both for myself and for him. He's turned me onto a new ab workout, tho my ab muscles are pretty firm now, I'm hoping the workout added to my regular exercise routine will help shed a few more pounds.

In the past couple months, I'd begun trying to lose some weight, and with some success. I never have liked fast food, so my diet is pretty good. The closest I come to "fast food" is Noodles & Company, and that's a rarity for me. I think I can do a little better if I can find a way to eat smaller portions more frequently. My work schedule makes finding time for meals difficult, but I'm working out a way to make it happen.

Also, I've cut -way- back on sodas and sugar in general, drinking more tea, juices and water. I'm thinking it's time to cut soda out entirely and increase my water intake too. I've lost enough weight in the past couple months that I've had to punch new holes in my belt and almost all my pants slide right off me if I'm not wearing it.

Here's hoping I need new pants soon... and a new belt!

More updates to come, wish me luck!

Cheers,
Rogin

p.s. The pic above is -not- me. More of a motivational thing. I don't think I'll ever have that body, but I can try to come close. :p

Fiction Part 01

We arrived at the Eagle late on Saturday. For a weekend, the bar was unusually slow. We had a late start that night because my friend Matt got out of work late, and he didn't get to my place until almost 9:00pm. As it was, it was nearly 10 when we pulled up out front.

I've never been terribly fond of beer. It's the aftertaste and the lack of anything other than piss-water beer in the US that's kept me turned off to the stuff. So when Matt headed to the bar to get us drinks, I just asked for a rum and coke. I had no intention of getting drunk tonight.

While waiting for Matt to return with out drinks, I casually scanned the crowd. Things had started picking shortly after our arrival. There was a knot of people near the bar, and I could only make out the back of a few of the guys in the huddle.

Matt came back with my drink then set off to mingle with some other people he knew from work that had just arrived. Not terribly surprising, really, considering that was what usually occurred when he invited me out. We'd go out someplace, and being extremely social and extroverted, he'd wander off and end up disappearing on me.

I made a circuit through the bar, saying hello to the couple of familiar faces I came across before stopping near the pool tables to watch as a good looking punk kid bent over to take his shot. He missed, but the view of his firm butt was a nice distraction.

The crowd of guys at the bar had finally dispersed, and as I glanced around again, I noticed a great looking guy, leaning up against the bar, and as my eyes passed him, our eyes met.

He smiled and his smile was killer, lighting up his face and making him even more handsome. I grinned back, took a sip of my drink and turned my attention back to the game.

I lost my interest only a few minutes later when a loud and obnoxious queen sauntered over to the table and began cat-calling the cute punk boy and generally making himself a nuisance. My drink was about done, and I headed towards the bar for another.

As I stepped up to the bar, I felt someone come up behind me and put his arm around my waist. Assuming it was Matt, I chuckled and said, "Don't tease, Matt. You know I've been worked up all week."

That's when, warm breath over my ear, I realized it wasn't Matt. The gorgeous guy that had been leaning up against the bar was now behind me and spoke directly to the bartender making my drink, telling him to add it to his tab.

I turned around, suddenly flustered by this guy's caviler and easy intimacy.

"I'm sorry, I thought it was my friend messing with me. My name's Rogin."

He grinned, giving him a charming, almost mischievous boy look.

"No problem, I was being a bit forward, but I wanted to talk to you, and thought it'd be rude not to get your drink."

As he talked, he was stretching, lifting his arms up and exposing a tight firm belly under his thin shirt, the hairs of his treasure trail teasingly visible. Thoroughly distracted, a few seconds went by before I looked back at his face to see him again grinning and obviously aware of my attention.

"My name is Dominik."

"Nice to meet you Dominik, I don't think I've seen you here before." But even as I said it I realized he -did- look familiar somehow.

He must have heard the question in my voice and replied, "No, just moved here last month, still checking out the night life for a good place to hang out. But, let me guess, I look familiar?"

"Yeah," I replied, "Though I can't place it."

"I get that a lot," He laughed, "Though, in a way, I'm glad you didn't immediately recognize me." He again flashed that charming grin. "Maybe you'd have an easier time if I weren't wearing anything?"

Again I was caught off guard by his boyish playfulness and erotic innuendo. "Without your clothes?" I asked, not getting his reference.

"I've done some porn," He replied, "That's why I moved out here. The studio I work with has another studio out here, and I needed a change of pace."

The light bulb went off in my head. -Now- I knew who he was, and in person, he was even more gorgeous than on screen.

"I thought the camera was supposed to add 20 pounds," I quipped, chuckling.

"No, I'm pretty sure that was just a bunch of jaded old starlettes trying to cover up for their over indulgences." He chuckled and leveled a frank and inquisitive look at me.

Feeling suddenly self conscious in the intense scrutiny, I asked, "What, is there something on my face?"

"No, no. It's just that you're not reacting how most people do when they hear I'm in porn."

We'd moved off to the side, to a bench near the pool tables as we talked, sitting down side by side as we continued our conversation.

I laughed, covering my confusion at the comment. "Oh? How is that?"

"Usually people either pay far too much more attention to me than is comfortable, or the exact opposite, withdraw and become distant. Either one sucks, like I'm something more or less than a guy, which can be awkward."

He slid his arm over the back of the bench, behind my neck, lightly stroking the fine hairs at the base of my neck with his finger tips. I swallowed and shifted a little, "You'll wanna be careful, that's an awfully sensitive spot for me." I chuckled.

He glanced into my lap then directly into my eyes, "Yeah, I figured as much," then flashed me that charmingly boyish grin.

Feeling more daring with him being so forward, I slid a hand to his inner thigh, and felt him press his leg into mine in response, stroking and gently massaging near, but not too near, his crotch. Noticing as we continued to talk that had we been sitting on opposite sides, I'd be gripping his cock, which was firming up and visibly, noticeably running down the inside of his other thigh, barely concealed by the thin fabric, leading me to believe he probably wasn't wearing underwear under those tight fitting jeans.

Surprisingly, despite the erotically changed interaction, the conversation flowed smoothly. He was charming and witty, and his conversation was thoughtful and insightful. I was enjoying myself, but had to excuse myself. I was painfully hard and bunched up, and my PA piercing was caught somehow and very uncomfortable. I went to the restroom, and returned to find the pool table unoccupied, and Dominik setting up the balls for a game of pool.

As I walked up, I warned Dominik, "Pool? I suck."

As he turned away, he grinned and said under his breath, "I certainly hope so..." I don't think meant for me to overhear that tidbit, but I was close enough to catch the remark and stiffen again in my jock.

"That's alright, it's just for fun," He smiled and stood back, indicating I should take the first shot.

As I lined up to take the shot, he stepped in close behind me, "May I make a suggestion?" he asked.

Still bent over, I glanced back and said, "Sure."

He pressed into me, I could feel his thick cock, now standing straight up against his firm belly, pressing between my firm butt cheeks as he leaned into me and adjusted my hold on the pool cue, I was distracted by the erotic situation, and barely able to make out what he was telling me. He pressed harder, I swear I could feel his cock flex and pulse as he thrust, almost imperceptibly between my cheeks. His breath was warm on my neck as he gave me pointers and smelled of rum. His other arm snaked around my waist and lazily stroked my check and abdomen.

And then the moment was burst, as Matt returned, one of his co-workers in tow and asked if they could join us, 2 on 2. If either Matt or his friend recognized Dominik, they didn't let on, and Dominik graciously accepted.

I took the first shot, doing a fair job on the break, but when I turned around, my breath caught. Dominik's shirt had ridden up a little when he'd been pressed up against me, and the head of his cock, as well as nearly 2 inches of his thick meat was poking out above the waist of his tight jeans, a drop of precum glistening on the tip.

He noticed my reaction and glanced down, quickly covering it with his shirt and giving me a sheepish smile. I just smiled and gave him a wink as I went to stand by him for Matt to line up and take his shot.

While Matt chatted away with his friend, taking his time with his shot, Dominik came around to stand in front of me, lifting his shirt again and exposing the tip of his beautiful cock. Glancing nervously around, I leaned down and licked the bead of precum from the tip, making Dominik shiver and gasp softly in appreciation. His precum was almost sweet, and delicious. I was so turned on and aroused by the danger of getting caught in public that it tasted even sweeter.

Dominik turned to take his shot, sinking a couple balls before missing one and relinquishing the table for Matt's friend to take his shot.

Dominik sauntered back to me, sliding around behind me and sliding one arm around my waist, stroking my abdomen and the other around to slide into my front pocket. I felt his had grip my throbbing cock and stroke it firmly.

I growled softly, suddenly grateful that Matt and his co-worker were goofing off and taking so much time, I definitely didn't want to move. Dominik's hand strayed down my pulsing shaft to heft my balls, lightly stroking the sack. I could feel his own impressive cock straining away in his jeans, pressed firmly between my ass cheeks and his hips making subtle thrusts. He gripped my balls, squeezing. I couldn't breathe.

I felt his warm breath in my ear again as he whispered, "Too hard?"

I shakily indicated no, and felt his hand grip harder. I gasped softly.

"Ahhh, Not hard enough, it seems," he chuckled, "You like it a little rough, hmm?" I could hear the grin in his voice as he continued to press into my ass and knead my balls, even harder.

Matt's friend took his shot and it was my turn. I knew my erection had to be noticeable, it felt like it was going to rip through my clothes it was so painfully hard.

Dominik released me to go take my shot, my breathing coming raggedly as I lined up my shot. I missed, badly.

Matt picked up on it, glanced curiously from Dominik, then to me, then to my obvious erection. Tactfully, he claimed he wanted another drink, and that he'd spotted some friends he wanted to say hello to. He excused himself and led his clueless friend along behind him.

The area around the pool tables was suddenly very quiet and deserted, just the two of us. I turned around as Dominik came up to me, pressing up against me. I could feel the heat from his cock pressed hard to mine. He leaned in, lightly running his tongue along the rim of my ear, stopping to nibble playfully at the lobe before licking and nibble down the side of my neck, leaving me breathless and throbbing madly.

His hips still pressing his impressive cock into me, he leaned back, flashing that adorable grin and looking into my eyes. He leaned back in, sliding his arms around me, his hands slipping under the thin fabric of my shirt and stroking my back as his lips met mine. I was aroused and impressed with his kissing. It wasn't a messy, slobbery kiss, but instead a series of open mouth kisses, dry, but passionate and hungry. He seized my lower lip between his teeth, biting teasingly, nibbling provocatively at it as he ground into my hips, his cock sliding up under my shirt and painting my belly with his precum.

He broke the kiss, almost reluctantly, then looked me in the eye again and quietly asked, "You ready to make good on that offer?"

Not getting his reference, I looked at him quizzically.

"Remember?" he asked, "You said you suck..." He smiled again and, impossibly, I swelled harder against his steel hard cock.

...To be continued

New Assignment ~ Fiction

My newest assignment is to write an erotic fictional tale about meeting porn star Dominik Trojan in a bar. Unlocked, under no restrictions, and for just this assignment, just the initial meeting, 2 hours or so. I'm to be erotic, but not explicitly sexual yet.

Been working on the idea for most of the day now, and started over several times displeased with what I'd come up with. When I finish, I'll post a second blog entry as a first person, journal style story.

I'm not a very good story teller, but I'm up for the challenge. Wish me luck. I have more to blog about later.

Cheers,
Rogin

The start of something new...

As of this post, I've been locked up for nearly 3 days this time. I'm horny, I'm aroused, I'm frustrated. I'm happy.

I've looked futilely for months now for someone local to be my Key Holder, and recently, someone half a world away offered to be my KH. I don't know how this will work, but I'm excited to give it a try.

I've been experimenting with chastity for almost half a year now. The concept, and the experience, has become more and more erotic and powerful as time progresses.

However, the experiences I've had up to this point have felt disingenuous, more of an exercise in self control and abstinence than true chastity as I've had to hold my own key. While I've enjoyed the sexual pressure, the build up, the delay of gratification, something has been missing, lacking, in the experience.

All that changed with the offer from a great guy online. It's not quite what I expected, and I'm still uncertain about something long distance like this, but he's gorgeous, sexy, smart and playful, and I'm definitely up for giving this my best effort.

I'm already greatly enjoying my interacting with him. Communication has been consistent and frequent, and I've enjoyed talking with him face to face on web cam. And I'm really getting off on his teasing and I'm glad he's taken control of my cock.

So it's been nearly 3 days in my solid steel Fort chastity device. I don't know how long this period of chastity is going to last, he hasn't told me, but the key is frozen in a quart of ice in the freezer, and my cock is his.

My current on-going assignment is push-ups. He started me out with 10, which I can do without too much strain. However, this weekend he bumped it up to 20, and I'm struggling to work up to that goal. I over extended my left tricep muscle on Sat night, but it's feeling better. Unfortunately, I only got to 13 push-ups this morning. I have some more work to do before I can move up to 20.

I'll be posting to my account, chronicling my experiences: New tasks, how I'm feeling (probably mostly horny with a chance of climbing walls), my thoughts, concerns, and struggles and triumphs.

It should prove to be an interesting trip.

Cheers, Rogin