Give Him an Inch and He'll Take a Day. Part 3

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…

Give Him an Inch and He'll Take a Day. Part 2

I felt him swell and throb between my butt cheeks. Sitting on his lap, his arms around me, stroking my chest and abdomen, and his hips grinding his thick meat between my cheeks and teasingly over my hole, I was all his, no reservations.

He growled softly in my ear, obviously aroused, "God, I could stay like this all night. You feel so good."

I lifted my hips slightly, clenching my glutes and teasing his cock, "I'm good with that too," I chuckled, "I love the way your body feels pressed to mine, and the way you feel inside me."

He nibbled deftly at my left earlobe, thrusting and sliding back and forth over my hole, teasing me and driving me to deeper depths of arousal. My balls ached with the need to release, to get off, but I knew our adventures this evening would ensure it would be a long time before they would.

And somehow, that just made me hornier.

"Let's not keep the guys waiting," he murmered in my ear, lightly tracing the rim of it with the tip of his tongue as he began to lift us both to our feet.

That's when the cool air hit. Jeezus! My nipples immediately hardened and my balls desperately tried to pull up, causing a twinge of pressure and pain as they were stopped by my device. We both scrambled to get back inside, laughing and jostling our way back through the door like a couple of boys.

Once inside, we moved out of the doorway and into the shower area, and the sub in me automatically kicked in. I began drying Scott off with his towel, paying special attention to his butt and groin. I couldn't resist, there on my knees, right in the entryway to the exterior patio and showers, and I sucked his cock deep into my mouth.

He let out a hoarse moan of pleasure as I drew him in to the base. He spread his legs, giving me better access and everyone else in the place a view of my locked bits as I knelt, legs apart, in front of him.

He began to thrust, sliding in and almost all the way out. I played my tongue over the rigid shift as he fucked my mouth, struggling not to gag on his girthy meat. I let my teeth graze tentatively over his flesh as he thrust, and his moans got louder, now drawing a decent crowd.

Thank god he likes a little bit of teeth, as thick as he is, I doubt I'd ever be able to do this for him without my teeth scraping the tender skin once and awhile.

I caught an occasional glimpse of the room beyond us, guys were stopping and watching us with rapt interest. Many of them pulling on their own hardening cocks.

Scott's dick was solid as steel, already primed by the teasing he'd done to me outside, and I knew he wouldn't be able to hold out long, nor did I want him to. I tilted my head, and twisted as I took him. Lapping, licking, swirling, sucking hard then letting him thrust with abandon till I could hold my breath no longer.

After several minutes of this brutal face fucking, I nibbled my way down his shaft, taking him to the base. I reached up with one hand, gripping his butt and keeping him lodged down my throat, the other encircling his balls, pulling down slightly and stroking them with my thumb.

Scott growled with lust, pressing himself into me hard, my view of the gathering voyeurs blocked by his sexy belly. I bit down on the base and squeezed his balls a little harder, knowing how much he enjoyed it.

His growl turned to almost a whimper, an animalistic sound of pure need. I began to make swallowing motions, milking the head of his cock with my throat as I bit down a little harder and pulled a little more insistently at his nuts.

Despite his cock being trapped by my teeth he started humping at my mouth, and I began to tug lightly at his trapped dick, swirling my tongue lovingly over the rigid meat.

I squeezed his balls harder, and his hands gripped my head, one at the back of my neck and the other along the side, twining his fingers and gripping my hair. I released his cock from the vicious grip my teeth had him in and he pumped his hips erratically. I knew he was close, and could feel him swell and throb in my mouth.

He grunted, slammed his cock deep and began to cum. I could feel his hot spunk flood my throat, the volume and pressure impressive, even for him. He pulled out his spit slicked cock and sprayed the last couple jets over my face.

Pulling me to his feet and wrapping me in his arms, we kissed. My cock twitched and swelled uselessly in my device as he bit and nibbled at my lower lip.

Both of us, gasping and short of breath, turned to head for our room. Apparently our little show had been a hit. A crowd of 18 or so guys stood around us, some cleaning up a mess of their own, others obviously inspired by my performance, on their knees and working over a lucky cock of their own.

Scott and I laughed quietly as we headed into the depths of the bath house and back to our room. It was beginning to look like this would be one hell of a night.

Give Him an Inch and He'll Take a Day. Part 1

"You look ravished."

I was laying on the bed, face down, naked, face buried in my pillow. I had no doubt I looked a mess. We'd been at it for hours at that point. I chuckled and rolled onto my back, looking over at him.

Scott had just walked back into the room from the bathroom, still gloriously nude himself. He looked amazing. The sliver chain with the key, -my- key, hanging around his neck, catching the light and taunting me.

He flopped down on the bed next to me, curling up along my side. He draped one arm over my torso, and a leg over mine, his knee high and pressing into my trapped balls. He laid his head down on my chest, his breath warm on my skin. "It's a good look for you," he teased.

Amazingly, even after nearly two solid hours of sex, he was hardening again. I could feel it pressed into my thigh.

I looked down in disbelief and laughed, "You've got to be kidding, how the -hell- do you DO that?"

A mischievous grin spread across his face, "Must be all those leafy greens." He lifted his knee, adding more pressure, and a bit of pain in my nuts.

I moaned softly and closed my eyes, savoring the sensations he brought out in me. I felt his hand slowly trail down my abdomen, lightly stroking the hair of my treasure trail, down, down further, and I caught my breath. Then his hand stopped, gripping and playing with the lock on my cb6000.

"Two weeks. You feeling it?"

"Oh, god yeah. Especially with all the wicked things you've been doing to me," I laughed.

"Oh, the wickedness has just begun," a sly grin in his voice, "You mentioned something a couple months back that I've been saving for just such an occasion. How would you feel about a field trip?"

I opened my eyes. He was staring intently into my eyes, but with that boyish grin that made it oh-so-hard to resist him, key or no key.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, feeling a little apprehensive.

"Well, you wanted to push your limits, and I think I know just the way to do it. I think we ought to take a little trip to the bath house," He said as he lightly stroked my compressed balls.

I think I growled or made some other nonsensical reply, my eyes fluttering shut again.

"I'll take that as a yes," he chuckled as he got up, pulling me up with him.

We dressed quickly, packed a toy bag, and headed off to the bath house.

When we arrived it was already pretty busy. Guys of every age, build, shape, and cock size wandered around the place naked or in just a towel around the waist. We headed for our room, a "deluxe" number with a sling and a larger bed. I had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind, but was going to let him fill me in as he saw fit.

We stripped, and he took my towel from me and led me from our room to head for the outdoor area and the hot tub, taking the long route to make sure the guys would get a good look at my locked bits. I was wearing the chrome finish CB, so it gleamed and caught all the dim light of the place as we navigated our way outside. Anyone seeing us would easily work out just what that key around Scott's neck was for.

Despite how busy it was inside, there wasn't anyone outside. It was a cool and crisp late afternoon in March, so we had the tub to ourselves. We settled ourselves into the gloriously warm water, sinking in to our necks and feeling the cool breeze play over the skin of our faces. It felt amazing, but I dreaded the quick jump from the tub to run back inside when we were done.

"Ok, here's what I'm thinking," Scott began, "You'd mentioned liking the idea of a gang bang before, but said you'd always avoided trying to make it happen because you were concerned some douche bag would try to go bareback and put you at risk."

I nodded slowly, realizing this was exactly where I thought he might be going with this little excursion.

"Here's the catch, though," he continued, "For every inch of cock you take tonight, and we're going to go for at least 4 hours, you have to add a day to your current lock-up. Or... We play, have fun by ourselves, and I unlock you when we get back to the room, but no gang bang."

Well, shit. It's a hell of an offer. He'd keep me safe, making sure the guys used protection, but 4 hours was a long time, and it was a busy night.

Scott must have been amused by my expression because he laughed softly.

"It's a hard choice, Scott," I said slowly, "The gang bang was a serious turn on for me, and honestly, still is. But even 2 or 3 guys could mean weeks more locked up, and more likely it'll end up being months. I just don't know if I can handle that."

He pulled me into his arms, settling me into his lap, his cock already solid as steel and pressed up against my back. To anyone watching us, it might have looked odd. At 6'5" and 220#, I'm a big guy, not fat, but still bigger than Scott. He had a skaterboy look, lean, lithe, and 5'8", almost a head shorter than me. And to add insult to injury, he was hung like a Norse god, a meaty 8 inches and -thick-. And while I my cock, when not confined, was fairly girthy too, it was a modest 6 inches, and a grow-er, not a show-er like his.

But in the water, my weight was negligible, and it felt so good to just be held like that. I knew he was attempting to relax me, and the effort was appreciated.

He kissed along my neck, biting delicately along the length between my ear and my collar, before leaning in and whispering in my ear, "Don't worry sexy beast, I've got enough cock for the both of us. You don't really -need- yours. I'll take real good care of you. Do this for me babe. I want to keep your cock, locked up, and desperate for my control."

He reached down into my lap, squeezing my balls and tugging lightly at my trapped bits, and I moaned. He continued his breathless whispering in my ear, "This is mine, isn't it?" He asked, and I nodded shakily, already almost overcome with desire.

"Good," He growled happily in my ear, "And I wanna make you happy, want to fulfill this fantasy, and want to keep your cock locked up a little longer this time."

That was all it took. I swelled painfully in my device and again nodded, numbly, my brain feeling hazy with all the lust and excitement coursing through me.
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Thus ends part 1. This part was left intentionally lacking any graphic content. No worries though, plenty of graphic goodness to come in Part 2. Feedback please! Constructive criticism welcome, in fact, sincerely wanted. Cheers!