Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2010 16:26:39 +0200
From: randy pugnax <leatherslave@email.ro>
Subject: The Adventures of slutboy:  Chapter 01 - Handsome blond voyeur

i am not sure whether it is really necessary to include disclaimers.  This
account gives as accurate description as possible of a real situation from
my life.  For this reason, i have excluded or changed the names of people
and places.  If you like what you read, please don't hesitate to write me
and let me know.  But this is not an advertisement for goods or services
;-)

Copyright 2010 randy pugnax

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It an ordinary Sunday night.  i had gotten as much errand running, exercise
and goof-off activities in as possible, had made my peace with what i had
managed to do in the week-end, and was trying to get into shut-down mode
and get to sleep on time.  But because i had slept in both mornings, I
wasn't feeling tired.  i logged on to both of the SM cruising sites where i
have accounts, and noticed a cool profile i didn't remember seeing before.
I sent him a message:

slutboy: Hello, Sir :)

quoniam: hey

slutboy: My code here is: 5612

quoniam: very cute, do you have msn or skype

slutboy: Thanks :) Yes i have MSN - leatherslave@email.ro

quoniam: ok

A few minutes later we were connected on MSN.  He had me turn on my webcam.
Asked for photos, and i sent him some.  He asked for more, and i told him i
had another profile on the Web site where we had met, gave him the code.
He responded with a link to photos of him, and I found him very handsome
indeed.  Tall, dirty blond hair, muscles in all the right places, handsome
in the face.  i told him i found him very handsome, and he had me turn on
my webcam.  A couple of questions about my experience in submission, and
then he had me strip completely, stand up, and show myself off.  He told me
he liked me, and i was so happy!  Told me he liked to have a boy naked and
do exhibitionist stuff.  i said that was no problem.  He asked me if i was
a shaved boy, and i told him i had just recently removed the hair from my
butt with a depilatory cream, and shaved my balls regularly.  He asked if i
ever shaved my whole body - i said not often, that i though my boyfriend
would find that weird.  He said it was really too bad, that i would be hot
that way.

He said he wanted me to come over to his place, that he would meet me in
the entryway and have me take my clothes off, then climb up the service
stairs to his apartment on the 8th floor.  i said OK.  Then he said he
wanted me to come over that night.  Since he lives in a suburb (i live in a
major urban centre) the obvious question was how to work it out so i could
get to him, spend some time, and still get home via public transport.  He
knew more about the various ways of getting to his place, so he did a bunch
of research and told me how to proceed.

i asked him how i should dress, whether he had any particular fetishes.
Told him that my partner's pleasure was very important to me, so i would be
willing to satisfy any number of fetishes, as long as it wasn't dirty, and
remained safe, in terms of disease transmission.  He said it didn't matter
much because i wouldn't have my clothes on for very long, but to wear a
thong under my jeans, a sweater and scarf.  i was initially worried about
not being warm enough (the temperature was around freezing, and there was
snow on the ground) but then he said he would come pick me up at the train
station.  Described his car, and told me to get in without speaking, and
not to look at him.  i was to keep my head down and not speak except to
answer questions.  i said Yes Sir and he asked for my phone number.

He also asked what i had in terms of leather and bondage equipment.  i gave
him a summary and he said to bring a selection with me, that he liked
trying things out.  i asked if it was OK with him if i used poppers and he
said yes.  i chose a leather restraint which buckles the victim's hands
behind his back, and attaches to a collar on the neck, a small buttplug, a
big dildo, condoms, rubber gloves and a fresh bottle of poppers.  He told
me what time the commuter train would arrive, and that he would call me
while i was on the way to make sure it was OK.  i said Yes sir and that i
thought i had better get going.

i left my apartment with an energised happy feeling and ran to the subway
station.  i got there three minutes before the next train, just perfect.
It was cold in the station, but i didn't mind.  i got to the commuter
station on time, bought a round-trip ticket and got on the next train bound
for the guy's suburb.  There weren't many people in the train, and most of
them men.  i couldn't help but have sexual wonderings about them, i was so
excited.  i realised i needed to pee, but there was no restroom on the
train.  Right on time, i got a call from a masked number.  We had a bad
connection but i said i was on my way, about four stations out.  Then the
connection dropped and he didn't call back.

Getting out into the countryside, the buildings got smaller and less
frequent.  i noted happily that the office building where i work was
situated just next to one of the stations where we stopped.  The train
finally arrived at the right station and i got out.  There was snow on the
ground out here, too, and it was cold enough to keep going.  i let the
other passengers get by me and clear the platform, then took advantage of
the empty station and peed onto the tracks.  When i got down to the street
level, i saw a car meeting the description i had been given, and got in.
The seats had heated buttwarmers, and it felt so good!  i put on the seat
belt on we drove off.

The guy didn't speak for a moment, but i could feel that he was taller than
me.  His car was a nice one, and he drove it well, which was kind of a
turnon in itself.  He said i had an accent.  i said i was from another
country.  His apartment building wasn't far, and when we pulled into the
garage, he told me to get out and follow him.  He had told me earlier that
he would take all my clothes and leave me locked in his storage space in
the basement, while he parked the car.  But when we got to the storage
locker, he didn't seem to have the right key.  So he had me strip in the
stairwell and wait for him there.  It was cold, but he told me i would be
warmer once upstairs.  Then he left me there, naked except for my tennis
shoes.

He was gone, for i don't know... three or five minutes?  My nuts had
practically disappeared into my body and my dick was looking about an inch
long.  When he came back, i dared to look into his face, and saw that he
was cuter than his photos and had a nice smile.  "Up you go," he said
"eight flights up," then walked away and let the door close.

This was not the first time i had been asked to get naked in a stairwell,
but it was the first time i was to pass so many inhabited floors in a
strange place.  i took the stairs pretty quickly, being attentive to the
noises above and below.  Sometimes i could hear arguments or a TV in the
apartments, but there was no sign of comings or goings.  i wondered if it
was really "eight flights up" because earlier the man had told me he lived
on the 8th floor, and since i had started in the basement, it was really
nine flights up.  The eighth turned out to be the last floor, so I stopped
there, still in the stairwell, without opening the door to the residential
landing.  That way i could hear it if the door opened on the 7th floor.

i heard the sound of the elevator.  The door came creaking open and it
was... him!  He told me to come inside.

i followed him into a nice apartment.  He told me to have a seat, asked if
i smoked.  i said sometimes.  He asked what i would like to drink?  Beer?
Wine?  i asked what he was having and he opened two beers for us.  He
started asking me questions about myself and i asked if i could have a
cigarette.  He lit one for me and i started to relax.  i told him a little
about my history with SM and submission, how it had started with spanking,
then obedience, then bondage, and finally everything short of outright
human slavery.

After a while, he came round the bar, and kept talking to me, while i was
naked and perched on his barstool.  Have i mentioned that he was tall and
handsome?  It wasn't cold in the apartment, but i could feel the warmth of
his body through his clothes.  He stood a little closer to me, smoking his
cigarette, and i spread my legs a little more.  i could see that he had
some kind of piercing in his tongue, probably a barbell, with white balls
on each end.  Then he blew out some smoke and leaned over to kiss me with
his big, soft mouth.  Yes, definitely a barbell.  He fondled my nipples at
the same time.  They are not very sensitite sexually, but he seemed to like
it, and that made me happy.  He told me he used to be a lifeguard, and I
said it was a wild coincidence, that I had too.  He was so handsome there
in his jeans and cashmere sweater.  I don't know what cologne he had on,
but it made me want to inhale over and over again.

After another minute or so of making out, he told me to take my shoes and
socks off and to get down on all fours on the rug.  He came over to me and
started touching me all over.  He gave me a few slaps on the ass.  First
some light ones, but every now and again a really hard one.  i instantly
regretted mentioning spanking.  In fact it doesn't turn me on anymore, but
i am willing to put up with it for my partner's sake.  Then he started
fingering my butt.  First with spit from my own mouth (he forced his finger
in), then with some lube.  Then i felt something cold and sharp.  i later
reaslised it was the small buttplug i had brought.  He put it all the way
in.  Then he started playing with my balls and dick.  i was not very turned
on physically - mostly scared - but having a good time.  He put some kind
of cockring that closed with a snap around my dick and balls.  It was hard
to get it on and adjusted correctly, but after a few minutes it was in
place.  Then he kept spanking me... ouch!  Then he put some kind of collar
on my neck, thinner than the set I had brought with me.  I felt like his
little bitch there, naked on the rug.

He walked away, came back, and then i felt the cool sensation of lube
descending on my boybutthole.  He held something up against my crack,
something big.  At first i thought it might have been the dildo i brought,
but it was too smooth for that.  He pushed and pushed and... in it went!  i
thought it might be a series of balls, and a quick glance behind me
confirmed this, because i could see the others dangling out of my butt.  He
pulled the ball out and i moaned the whole time.  Then put it back in.
Then out again.  i had never had this done to me before, and i can tell
you, it's a pretty helpless feeling.  Then he put one in, and another one.
After a while, i lost track of what was in and what was out.  Finally
though, it got to a point where i really was not sure my butt was going to
open to take what was pushing at the back door.  I whined out loud.  He
said "it's the last one, do you want it??"  i said "i dunno..."  But he
kept going.  i thought this would all be easier with some poppers, but
didn't dare to interrupt him.  Somehow, it finally went in, and he played
with my tits for a bit.

A few minutes later, he started pulling the balls out, one by one.  Plop!
Plopp!  I was afraid I might spew some buttjuice or crap on his rug, but I
guess I didn't.  Then he must have had a few puffs on his cigarette or
something.  He put the buttplug back in, and had me kneel in front of him.
Then he pushed my face up to his crotch, and i felt the enormous hard
surface produced by his dick.  He unbuttoned his fly to reveal his cool
smooth white underpants and the amazing dick underneath.  i honestly had
not realised that he was so well endowed... perhaps his height made it look
smaller in the pictures?  But it was big, of an even thickness, and fully
erect.  He let me sniff around the edges and lick.  Then i was allowed to
take the head in my mouth.  Nice!!  "Thank You, Sir!"  i said sincerely.
He patted me on the head.  Then i got to taste his huge balls, shaved
smooth of their blond hair.  i was in heaven.

The man told me to get back on all fours, and walked away.  When he came
back, he tied a soft scarf (more cashemere?) around my eyes.  i couldn't
see a thing.  Then more cold lube on my dialated butthole, and finally the
familiar feeling of the big dildo i had brought with me.  He left it in and
spanked it some more.  Apparently he got a real sadistic pleasure out of
the spanking, because he kept doing it in the same place (which is more
painful) and would continue until i wailed with pain.  The dildo had been
slowly slipping out, and he took it out the whole way.  Then i noticed a
familiar smell and realised he was holding the bottle of poppers in front
of my nose.  I took several snorts, and figured he was going to invade my
butt again.  But instead he had me stand up.  i was completely disoriented
and couldn't see a thing, but he had me walk forward with him steering from
behind.  After some time staggering and turning in the dark, i finally
arrived at a bed, onto which he pushed me, leaving my butt up.  In went the
dildo again, then out, then in again.  He told me to roll over and suddenly
i had that amazing dick in my mouth again, yum!  Then he lifted my legs in
the air and pushed his dick into my fully dialated ass.  i could feel the
slick feeling of a rubber, and we had agreed earlier only to have "safer
sex."  It was awesome.  i felt like his bitch, and i loved feeling that
way.  He fucked me upside down, sideways, then on my stomach, which is my
favourite position.

After another minute or so of fucking, he pulled out, and took off the
condom.  Then i had his dick in my mouth again, and he was jamming the
dildo in and out of my ass while fucking my face with his amazing dick.
This went on for a minute and then he suddenly stopped.  He said "sorry,
but if you're going to make your train, you'd better get going."  i was
glad he was able to manage the time so well, because a taxi home would have
been awfully expensive.

i breathed a few sighs alone on the bed, then got up and started gathering
my things.  He told me I had better finish my beer too.  I got the buttplug
and the big dildo back into the plastic bags I use for protection, and put
them back in the sack.  He told me where he had put my clothes, and I got
dressed: thong, jeans, t-shirt, sweater.  Finally i was all ready, and we
left his apartment.  He called the elevator, and there he was again all
tall, handsome and smelling good in his clothes.  i leaned over and kissed
his chest through the cashmere sweater a few times.  Then the elevator came
and we went down.

Back in his car, i was happy and comfortable in the leather seats.  A
little disappointed that my guy had not had an orgasm, but he seemed OK
with it.  When we got to the station, he said i could wait a bit in his car
so as not to be too cold.  He asked me about my other submissive
experiences, and i told him about them, while smoking another of his
cigarettes.  Then he said it would take me several minutes to get down onto
the platform, and that i had better get going.  i thanked him again, and he
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, telling me i could come back
sometime.  i said i certainly hoped to.  He said we could stay in touch via
MSN.

The train was late and it was cold outside on the platform but i didn't
mind.  We had figured incorrectly about how many times i would have to
change, so i was not at all sure i would make it all the way home without
having to take a cab... but i *just made* the last subway train on my line.
i stopped at McDonald's to put something in my stomach before going to bed,
and made sure the alarm was set for Monday morning.