We wound our way back through the labyrinth maze of the bath house to our dungeon room in the basement. A glance back from time to time confirmed my suspicions. The audience we'd attracted with our little performance upstairs had created a small entourage following, not so subtly, behind us.
What had I agreed to in my horny and unclear state of mind?
As we arrived back at our room, Scott told me to make myself comfortable, indicating the sling set up prominently in the center of the room. He turned to the toy bags and removed a sheet of heavy paper and a marker.
Damn him, he’d been planning this all along. The page was already set up to tally the marks that would determine how much longer I’d be locked. He flashed me a mischievous and knowing grin, then set about setting up the lube and condoms on a table near the sling.
As I settled back into the sling, I noticed a gorgeous young skater/punk looking kid, probably in his early 20s, standing apprehensively in the doorway, looking uncertain and curiously in at me. Well, more specifically, at my locked bits.
It was then that Scott noticed him too. Lanky, but with definition in his slim frame, perhaps 5’10”. Dark hair, carelessly tousled, a light dusting at the pits and across his surprisingly well developed chest, trailing down his abdomen to a seductive and appealing treasure trail which led down to the patch of pubic hair revealed along the top of the towel wrapped loosely and low at his hips.
Tattoos adorned his upper arms, tribal style, and one peeked teasingly at the edge of the towel at his hip. In addition, the boy was pierced. A variety decorated his ears, a trio along one brow, a navel ring, and a trio of barbells set vertically, one through the left nipple, the others through the areola on either side of it. I could only guess at the jewelry that would be revealed when his towel came off.
“Come on in,” Scott invited warmly. “I’m Scott, and you are?”
“Josh,” he said quietly, slowly coming in through the door and closing it behind him, apparently wanting some privacy to sate his curiosity.
“Don’t be shy Josh, take a close look, and feel free to ask questions,” Scott suggested before turning to tape the paper to the dungeon wall where I could see it as the marks began to add up.
“Does it hurt?” asked Josh, leaning in closer, situating himself by crouching between my spread legs, one hand stroking my inner thigh. It’s generally the very first question I get regarding the device, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Not unless I get hard, then the pressure of my cock being squeezed actually feels good, it’s the pressure on the balls as my cock tries to lengthen and pushes the device away from my body that hurts a little. More of a sustained pressure kind of pain from the balls being strangled hard against the ring. It’s generally only seriously uncomfortable during night time erections.”
Josh’s long, slim fingers began to tease and massage my hole, aided by the lube Scott handed him. He continued asking the usual questions; how long had I been locked, when was the last time I’d cum, did I like it, what did it feel like, etc.
I struggled to answer his questions as his fingers explored, probed and penetrated my hole, expertly loosening and massaging my opening. His distracting ministrations made my responses difficult and often punctuated with moans of pleasure and lust. My occasional glances at Scott showed that he was really enjoying this interplay. He was rock-hard, dripping precum and smiling fiendishly.
I shuddered, “God damn, you’re good at that,” I gasped breathlessly as he worked deeper into me with his fingers.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling widely, looking very flattered, “I’m good at stretching a hole, though I’ve always wanted to go a little further…” he trailed off, and I felt more pressure as he pressed his hand harder into me.
I groaned from the pleasure, “You mean fisting?” I managed to get out, “You’ve never fisted a guy?” I continued a moment later as I caught my breath, impressed with how expertly he was manipulating my boyhole.
“Nope. I usually end up bottoming. Most guys balk at taking my cock, let alone my hand, so I’ve never gotten to try it,” Josh replied nonchalantly.
My surprise was equaled only by my trepidation. Just how big -was- he? Scott was big, in my opinion, and thick, and he’d never mentioned having issues of that nature.
I was about to reply when Josh slid all 4 fingers of his hand in to the knuckles, his thumb resting on my perineum and stroking it lightly. Whatever I’d been about to say was lost in sensation overload, my hole stretched and filled. My hand went instantly to my groin, impulse reaction, only to be thwarted by the device I’d momentarily managed to forget I was wearing. I heard Scott laugh softly, seeing the reaction.
Josh continued, “That’s why I’ve gotten good at working a hole loose, to take my cock those few times I find a guy willing to take it.”
I heard Scott chuckle from behind me, “It sounds like you’re careful when you play, and as long as you don’t hurt him, and it’s ok with him, it’s ok with me. He can handle it, and your hand if you want to try it.”
Josh looked from Scott to me, looking very excited and hopeful. I nodded my head in approval. I was sweating bullets, but eager to try. My heart was hammering and my cock swelling painfully in my device.
I started to close my eyes, but they flew back open as Josh took first one, then both my balls into his mouth. I whimpered and convulsed in pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out, his tongue dancing and teasing my trapped balls. Releasing one, he trapped one swollen orb between his teeth and bit down gently. My hole flexed around his fingers, and he bit down a little harder, making me growl out in ecstasy. Hearing my reaction, he proceeded to assault my other testicle, even a little more brutally.
He licked at my abused balls, teasingly, as he released them, then grinning wickedly at Scott, “His balls like a little abuse, huh?”
Scott laughed, “Yeah, which is doubly fun when he’s locked and can’t get hard to enjoy it more.”
I groaned and lay my head back in the sling, realizing just how much trouble I was in for tonight.
Josh renewed his assault on my hole and Scott came over to lift my device and fully expose my vulnerable balls. He gripped them, pulling them down further away from the device locked around them, gripping them in one hand and making the skin shiny and tight over my bulging nuts. He began with a light slapping, but progressively applied more force, striking more frequently. Between the sensations in my balls from Scott and Josh’s talented work on my hole, I almost didn’t realize what was happening till it happened. Josh’s slender hand slid all the way in.
I went rigid. I couldn’t breathe. I was overtaken with an internal orgasm and pre spurted out from the hole of my chastity device, surprising Josh as evidenced by the stunned and pleased look on his face.
And then the noise started. I couldn’t help myself. A low animal growl of primal lust and pure desire was torn from me as my ability to breathe resumed. That low growl soon turned into a moan of absolute arousal and pleasure.
“Did he just cum?” Josh asked Scott, rightfully assuming I wouldn’t be able to articulate an answer just now.
“No, at least I don’t think so, I think that’s just pre. Though he’s never shot pre this early in a lock up, nice work,” Scott flashed him a smile, “Just give him a few, he’s not done yet, not by a long shot. Hold still and wait for him to relax.”
And relax I did. My breathing began to steady, and my hole, which I’m sure felt like it was going to snap Josh’s hand off at the wrist through my intense orgasm, began to loosen once more.
As I relaxed, Josh began to work his whole hand in and out, sending me through the roof once more, and Scott's assault on my nuts began again. The ache was building deep in my gut, and I was groaning and panting in absolute abandon.
“Can we…” Josh began, looking directly at Scott. “Can we try something? It’s something else I’ve always wanted to do.”
Just then, I heard Josh’s towel drop, and saw Scott’s eyes flick to Josh’s groin and his eyes go wide. Scott’s only reply was a nod of his head. I couldn’t see with Josh crouch between my legs, but my pulse quickened in fear.
Josh stood up then, revealing a very thick, and very long cock crowned with a heavy gauge P.A. Thick and heavy, it swung between his thighs, looking to be nearly 9 inches long, and as I watched, it throbbed. Holy god, did it just get bigger? And before my eyes, as he worked his hand slowly in and out of me, stroking his huge dick in his other hand, it continued to twitch and grow, 10 inches? 11 inches? It looked obscenely huge on his slender frame, impossibly big. His egg sized balls hung low as well, and as his cock shifted and swelled, it revealed a ladder of rings running down the center seam of his scrotum.
Scott leaned over to retrieve the ruler. At this point Josh’s dick was pointing nearly straight out, the veins prominent and pulsing. Yep, almost 11 inches. Shit. A week and a half more with one cock. And how the hell was I going to take all of it. I’d never taken a cock that big before.
He slowly removed his hand from my ass, causing me to whimper pitifully, a sound of longing and disappointment. Josh grinned at me and pulled me to my feet, steadying me along with Scott’s help, and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge, legs spread, and motioned for me to straddle him.
Apprehensively, I approached and got into position, straddling him, facing away from him, my breathing shallow and labored in fear. Scott caught my eye as Josh rolled the magnum down his rigid cock, the question clear in his face: “Do you want me to stop this?”
I shook my head no. I was going to try.
Slowly, I lowered myself down. It was an excellent call on Josh’s part, allowing me to set the pace and the depth. I felt the thick head slide in and gasped. I looked down and watched in fascination as I slid down further, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me, my device bobbing and twitching as my cock tried uselessly to get hard inside it.
I only got about half of his impressive length inside, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Scott marking down 11 tick marks. I guess we were rounding up. I sighed as I began to slowly ride Josh’s thick meat, slowly trying to work more of him into my hole.
Josh was good, very good. He thrust at just the right moments, he shifted his angle at the right times, he held still when I needed it and soon I was taking him balls deep and howling in pleasure.
The entire time, my cock continued to spew out pre. Spurt after spurt was pounded out of me as he rammed into my prostate with his thrusts. My cock struggling vainly against the confinement of the device, and my balls were aching with a pain deeper than just the brutal beating Scott had given them. The root of my cock was rock solid and pressing the device away from my body, strangling my balls, adding more pressure to my throbbing nuts. My body wanted desperately to cum.
After almost 10 minutes, Josh gripped my hips, holding me in place with only about half his cock buried inside, and began to thrust up into me hard, fast and deep. His hammering thrusts almost made me forget for a moment that he’d said he wanted to try something he hadn’t done before. Somehow I didn’t think this was what he’d meant. For all his hesitation and seeming shyness when he first came to our room, none of that was present anymore. He was an animal, aggressively pounding away at my ass, grinding into me and fucking me like a man possessed.
After what seemed like an eternity, he grasped my hips again firmly and slammed me down on his rigid cock to the hilt. I shouted out in shock and passion.
Breathing heavily and deeply, he trembled as he held me, his arms wrapped tight around me, his cock solid as steel and throbbing in my ass. My own shaft leaking steadily and filling the tiny space in the device to the maximum.
“Don’t move, I’m too close, and I’m not ready to cum yet,” He panted into my ear before licking and nibbling along the sensitive rim. His one arm stroked and massaged my chest and abdomen, his other motioning Scott to join us before reaching down to stroke my balls and around the device trapping my aching bits.
Then I knew what he wanted to try. I think I might have blanched, because as Scott approached us, he arched an eyebrow, his face solemn and serious.
I think I must have made a breathless “yes” because he began lubing my hole more, sliding his fingers into my already over-stretched ass along side Josh’s cock. I could feel Josh’s heartbeat through my back, and in my ass, his dick throbbing with his pulse. His heart was racing almost as much as mine.
Scott took his time, stretching me and giving Josh a breather, an opportunity to step back from the edge of his orgasm. I had never wanted to be unlocked more than I did at that moment. To be free to grasp my cock, to jerk as my lover and this hot, young, hung guy were brutally abusing my hole.
This went on for minutes, I was almost out of my mind with lust. I just knew it was going to be nearly unbearable to take them both. Just Scott’s fingers hurt with as tightly stuffed as I was. I’m certain both their thick cocks had to be bigger together than Josh’s slim wrist, but I wanted it so fucking bad. My cock leapt in it’s cramped tube and spewed more pre as another orgasm threatened.
Josh ground his hips into my ass and I let out a deep moan of pleasure. He buried himself fully inside and continued to hold me, stroking my belly, kissing my neck and massaging my balls. I groaned again, incapable of speech by this point, and Scott got into position and pressed against my stuffed hole.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Pushing harder, Scott’s naked cock slid slowly, painfully into my already overstuffed ass and nestled next to Josh’s thick meat. I think I screamed. I think I cried. I think I shouted. I know I spewed obscenities, but then Scott was lodged balls deep inside me, right next to Josh’s girthy cock. It hurt so much, it was too much, I couldn’t handle it…
And then Scott started to thrust. My head was swimming. There were no more words, only grunts and base animal noises as he slowly built up speed. Josh was groaning and I could feel his slender chest heaving against my back as he clutched me tightly. Soon Scott was pounding in and out, stroking Josh’s shaft with his thrusts and making me completely lose my mind.
Time seemed to elongate, minutes turned into hours, it felt like they were tearing my hole open for hours, when in reality, it could only have been minutes. But somewhere in that brief eternity, the pain began to subside to a dull throbbing ache, and the pleasure took over, overwhelming me and making me swoon. Only Josh’s arms around me kept me from falling.
And then Josh began to, not so much thrust, as grind into me, biting hard into my neck and shoulder as his orgasm approached, his one hand still holding me tight to his slim frame, the other straying to my balls and gripping them mercilessly, squeezing hard and pulling down. As he got closer, and I could see Scott was close too, Josh’s grip got tighter, the pressure harder, till I was all but screaming in pain, pent up desire and need. The pain/pleasure in my balls and ass making me throw my head back and howl in animalistic lust.
Scott blew first. I felt his hot cum flood my ass, and he kept his cock deep inside while he unloaded. Josh was next, and he bit down hard on my other shoulder as he filled the magnum he was wearing. And just as I felt his teeth clamp down and his body go rigid against me, I was rocked by another mind blowing orgasm, my boynub struggling to expand and spewing more pre, spraying both Josh’s and my thighs, and all over Scott’s legs. My ass pulsed and convulsed around their dicks, squeezing hard.
All three of us were shaking with exhaustion and the intensity of the combined orgasms. No one moved for a good minute, but then I felt them both slowly slide out of me. We collapsed into the bed together, covered in my pre and our combined sweat, making a sticky mess. Josh’s condom was an impressive sight, totally filled to capacity with thick cream. He stripped it off, getting cum all over all of us, and flinging it into the trash. We ended up tangled together, panting and trying desperately to catch our breath. There was kissing, fondling, and wordless murmurs of affection and satisfaction. We stayed glued together like that for a few minutes before finally getting up. We all showered together in the open shower stall in the room, lathering each other up and exploring one another’s bodies. As we dried off, Scott grabbed his phone and got Josh’s number. Maybe this wouldn’t be a one time thing with him, at least I hoped not.
Josh came over to me, still gloriously nude, pressed his body tight to me, kissing me ravenously and grinding his groin into my locked crotch, swatted my butt, said his goodbyes and left.
Scott caught me eye, his grin as broad and impish as ever, and I found myself, despite my tender ass, smiling just as broadly.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, that was just the opening act,” Scott teased. I think I groaned as he pushed me back, and into the sling.
“And don’t worry, I’m not charging you time for my cock or Josh’s fist,” he said, winking.
To be continued…
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