Date: Tue, 15 Sep 2015 14:58:27 +0100
From: Adam Bakar <subslaveadam@gmail.com>
Subject: Kinkfest: Friday chapter 1

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FRIDAY


Final check before I was out the door: passport, weekend bag, wallet,
mobile, etc.


I hit the gym hard for the past 6 weeks, more than ever. I wanted to look
ripped for this weekend. Not bulky steroidy ripped, but accentuate my lean
defined physique kinda ripped, keeping my body fat minimal. The workout
aches and bland diet I could handle, but the booze I found hard to abstain
from.


Last night premature Jaeger blowout was regretful. And fuck I was
horny. Packing a 6 day load while hungover was tough. But it primed me for
the weekend to come. Wasn't going to waste the horn on unsatisfactory
wanks.


Summer had been oppressive and a heatwave forecasted for the weekend, so I
packed light, a change of clothes, some toys, some gear. Wasn't planning to
wear a lot anyway. Online check-in, digital boarding pass, minimal
fuss. Even airport security didn't flinch at the scanner. Uneventful 2-hour
flight.


The mercury lied in this city, one of the kink capitals of the
continent. Barely a breeze under the unclouded sun, this city hoarded heat
like Gollum did the One Ring. It was a litany of bare flesh, sweat, mirages
and bottled water. Didn't help my horn.


Leaving the cool cocoon of taxi's a/c a few streets away, I joined the
steady stream of crowd heading towards the festival. Fuck they were hot!
Things were looking up.


At the entrance, we funnelled through 2 queues: `DOM' and `SUB & SLAVE'. I
joined my fellow brethren on the slightly longer SUB queue. Check-in was
thankfully a breeze as the Adonis staff processed us through signing the
consent and waiver forms.


Beyond the entrance, doms wore their fetish clothing of choice.


Subs & slaves were allowed none. The small print conceded, as if balked, to
minimal restraints and cuffs. Fetish gear were too vague. Bottom line was
bare torso, groin and arse. Tone was set.


Subs & slaves wore dogtags with their ID number printed on one side, and
their preferred kinks and limits on the other. Owned slaves wore red tags,
and free subs, green. Neat. I detached my dogtag from its beaded neck chain
and looped its key ring to my right nipple piercing.


I glanced through the welcome pack to locate accommodation and the general
layout of the enclosed street festival, before dumping it in my bag along
with my clothes. Won't need them. The only plan I made for the weekend was
debauchery.


The specialised and centralised accommodation building was easy to
find. Handy having only one massive hotel rather than multiples spread
out. Expected nothing less from the festival's Teutonic organising skills.


Doms were feted lavishly in the lobby, befitting their role, their rooms on
the floors above this purpose-built building that masqueraded as `boutique
hotel' the rest of the year.


Subs & slaves were herded below ground to a brightly lit open-plan
basement. It was spartan: communal showers and toilets on one side, lockers
at the other, hammocks and bare mattresses at the far end.


I dumped my luggage in an empty locker, set the combination, and hit the
shower. Open plan, no cubicles, no walls. Industrial strength liquid soap
and cold water only - subs & slaves were unworthy of luxuries. Found the
anal douche next to the toilets and gave myself multiple enemas until the
cold water ran clear.


Made small chats to a few sexy subs while drying myself off by the lockers,
friendly lot, they liked where I hung my dogtag. One remarked that ratio of
lockers to hammocks and mattresses didn't match. I did a quick maths and he
was right. There were more lockers than sleeping surfaces.


Lubed myself up and shoved Duotone balls up my arse. Bit risky with my
horn, but it kept my cock semi-erect. I struggled with the leather
ballstretcher and a fit black sub offered to help. Noticed that his green
dogtag listed neither preferences nor limits. Brave.


Buckled a pair of leather wrist cuffs and decided against the thick slave
collar. Wore a spider gag around my neck instead. Would need it with
monster cocks. A pair of sunglasses completed the outfit. Or lack of. Hah.


Checked myself in the mirror on the way out. Looked good, felt good. Still
hungover though. Would make me pliant. Obligatory stats: 5'11", 147lbs,
7.5" erect, mixed-race, dark hair, naturally smooth, slim swimmer build,
firm pecs, good biceps, defined abs, narrow waist and small taut
butt. Proud. Horny. Fuckable.


Took time to explore the full length of the long street, from one entrance
to the other. Completely enclosed, a mini kink enclave. Bars, clubs, fetish
shops and bistros. Stalls and booths lined the street, narrowing it,
kettling the crowd. Fondles, gropes and slaps were freely dished
out. Dogtags inspected.


Masters tugged the chain to their slaves; chains connected to the slave's
neck, balls, nipples or nose.


Music blared out from speakers at interval points, mingling with sound of
chats and laughter. BBQs and grills sizzled. Public demos of various kinds:
whippings, drags shows, impromptu fellatios, posture training, shibari,
etc. Every spectrum under the fetish umbrella catered for.


Porn actors posed for photos in between simulated acts. Pop-up piercing and
tattoo parlours, beer tents, portaloos, and merchandise tables under shady
parasols. And that was only half of it.


Leather clad most doms: peaked and side caps, shirts, waistcoats, chaps,
kilts. Unsure how they coped in this heat. Harnesses and restraints adorned
subs & slaves. Pity the slaves in their rubber hoods and gasmasks. Drags in
high camp frocks, wigs and makeups circumvented attire rules. Somehow.


Muscle slaves wore humblers that forced them to crawl on all fours, pulling
carts that carried promoters handing out event flyers, promotional
lanyards, condoms, lube, etc. Fucking hot.


The atmosphere was charged, yet not quite so. Mates and new acquaintances
drank and chatted in a relaxed manner too, yet not quite oblivious to the
uninhibition around them.


Amateur anthropology didn't suit me, and I'd worked up a thirst for a cold
one. I ducked into one of the bars, the twinky barboy charged my drink to
the ID number on my dogtag. Efficient.


Bumped into the sexy subs I met at the lockers earlier. Grabbed the benches
by the door, drinks and conversation flowed. A dom, a master and a slave
walked in (not quite into the bar, ha) and joined us. Found out that they
were all part of a Planet Romeo group attending together.


Arses, cocks, pecs, abs and biceps compared. Typical. Fetish and kinks
divulged, experiences shared, before flitting to fashion, gym routine,
music. Conforming to the stereotype. My cue to leave.


Back out to the sweltering heat amidst the heaving crowd. More gropes and
fondles, even got my arsehole fingered, dogtag on my nipple ring always the
ice breaker. Out the corner of my eyes I caught sight of a dom.


I don't have a type, an equal opportunity sub. But he stirred my inner slut
- something about the air he carried. The blond hair was a given, handsome
face hidden behind aviators.


It was his body that completed the package - long torso with well built
chest and arms, defined 8-pack and precise waist, forming a natural
V-shaped upper body. Well proportioned. Natural, that's the key word.


In the sea of hot men, he stood out. I followed him weaving through the
crowd, then lost him altogether. Fuck.


Was getting hornier, but not ready for heavy action. Stalked the footpath
outside the strings of bars and found the right one aptly called `Suck'. I
like simplicity.


Some sort of unofficial system in the bar: kneel if you wanted to suck,
stand or sit if you wanted to be sucked. Monkey see, monkey do. Gagging for
it, I knelt just at the entrance and lunged for the nearest cock.


Black, brown, milky white, pinkish hue, veiny, cut, circumcised, soft,
erect, curved, wet, knobcheesy, Prince Albert, bushy pubes, low
hangers... Cocksucker heaven. I suck, lick, slobber and deepthroat
indiscriminately until rewarded with cum or a hand pushed me away. Sweet
and salty filled me and lubed my mouth for the next cock.


Bar got busier, very little room left. Yet there were occasional jostling
of sorts: 2 or more sucker servicing a handsome cock, a champion sucker
passed around from one cock to another and stuffed with 2 cocks. Few
handjobs from greedy sucker and impatient suckee too. Punters cheered when
impromptu bukakes broke out.


I got bored of vanilla sucking and prowled between legs looking for more,
looking for rough throatraping. A hand grabbed my hair and a couple of
cocks sprayed their balljuice all over my face. I licked the cum with
relish.


About to give up when I saw a sucker's arse being toe-fucked. Drawn to the
scene, I traced the foot and leg, and saw a monster cock, BBC in fact,
attached to a muscle god. 2 skinny white slave twinks were working in
tandem sucking his cock and balls.


I waited on the sideline, mouth open and tongue out, looking for an
opening. Spider gag needed for his cock, so I secured it on my mouth. Lucky
me, soon skinny twinks were pulled away by their master, chain tugging on
their reluctant necks. Harsh.


I quickly crawl over to fill the void between the black muscle god's legs,
and need not tell him to be rough. He grabbed a handful of my hair and
slapped his hard rigid Mamba on my face, exerting dominance. It's at least
11". And thick. Beercan OMFG-like thick.


Dispensing with further foreplay, monster cock was unceremoniously shoved
down my throat, ball deep. Right down to the hilt. Spider gag helped, yet I
choked, retched and spluttered. Gag reflex kicked in. But he held my hair
fast. No mercy. He leaned over to linked my wrist cuffs behind my back. No
hands needed, no resistance.


Didn't even allow me to get accustomed. Black muscle god launched into
rapid skullfucking, abusing my throat. Just the right level of rough. I
struggled to breathe, eyes watered. My mouth yielded copious saliva that
slobbered down my chin. Steady stream of precum dribbled from my hard cock.


What a relentless champion throatfucker. Quite the stamina, even increased
his speed, negating my gag reflex. My throat already felt raw. What a
privilege.


A clamour started among a few cum-craved suckers to lap up my precum that
pooled on the floor. When that was gone, they went for my hard cock. Felt
good for a while, but brought me close to cumming. I pushed their heads
away. Not yet.


The beastly grunts came first, then shallow breathing. He was close. Black
muscle god sat down and wrapped his sinewy legs around my neck in a
headlock. My nose buried deep in his pubes I was seeing stars. I was on the
edge of suffocating, but like a true cocksucker, I wanted my reward.


The torrents of cum from the black stallion cock flooded my
throat. Warm. Thick. Continuous. Some went down the right way, some
didn't. My airway spasmed to expel his studjizz. Mouth plugged and nowhere
to go, most came out my nose. I struggled but his strong legs held me
fast. Headlocked for a reason.


Almost passed out. Certainly felt dizzy. What kinda load was this stud
packing? His cock was still spewing cum when he withdrew. I collapsed on
the floor as other suckers stepped in to suck his monster cock, fighting
for the leftover.


Propped myself up at the bar, cum-faced and throat raw. A drink was in
order. Legs like jelly and knees ached. Mental note: invest in kneepads.


Enjoyed the scene, smoked and chatted a bit. Sucking orgy in the bar
continued but I abstained, punters only thinning down a couple of hours
later. Bar absolutely reeked of cum. A handful of depraved pigs crawling
around licking cum off the floor.


Overheard someone said something about main welcome party in hotel. Best
check it out.


*


Hit the shower first, my face stank of crusting cum. Tempted to join in the
action at the showers. A sexy slave with the roundest bubble butt passed
out on a mattress, tempting me to fuck him. Maybe later.


Shed the shades, but kept the others. Added leather ankle cuffs and thick
collar. Nipple clamps too, but unattached. Tit stimulation now would send
me over the edge. Duotone balls out, lube in. Last check in the
mirror. Ready for porking.


No silly speeches at welcome party, thank fuck. Hotel's massive function
room was packed. Low-key music, bright lights, not much action
going. People chatting and introducing. More cocktail mixer really.


Grabbed a drink and mingled. Spoke to a few events reps - hot
guys. Informed that there was only one party tonight. Individual fetish
events the following night.


Underwhelmed, until double doors to the side opened into the main club
night. Bigger, darker, louder. Now we're talking.


Milled around and danced. More guys streamed in and soon the huge venue was
jam-packed. Notion of private space non-existent, constantly sandwiched
between naked flesh, leather and rubber. Sweaty. Lusty. Horny.


Sex show on stage upped the ante, prompting copycat punters. Fog machine
added smoky ambience.


My cock was rock hard from the tactile and visual overload. Needed
space. Made way to the bar, cock covered, further rubbing would spill my
jizz.


Saw his blond locks first, face still hidden behind aviators, the hot dom
on the street earlier. There, leaning against the bar, surveying the meat
market. Would've looked like a pretentious twat, aviators in a dim club, if
not for his chiseled jaw framing a handsome face. And that air of
confidence. Sexy.


Homed in like a hound on a scent. Halted directly in front of him, waiting
for an opening to the bar. Toned ripped physique, hard pecs, narrow V-waist
- confirming my assessment earlier.


Tight leather shorts and boots completed his lower half, with just the
right amount of bulk on his legs. Upper and lower symmetry. The bulge he's
packing on his groin made me salivate, but needed verification. Otherwise a
perfect, and exquisite, specimen.


Blatantly clocking him, yet he didn't look away. Tense. Broken slightly
when I filled an empty spot at the bar to his right. His head tilted to
follow me.


Stuck my arse out towards him. Got it, flaunt it. Especially to a stud that
could've had anyone in there.


His gloved hand molested my arse first, before a spank landed. Hook, line,
sinker. A finger invaded my hole, then two, hooked my arse closer to him.


Bartender took my order and took longer to get my ID number from my
dogtag. Tit pulled, I couldn't look at blond stud. Dared not.


My hand moved to his crotch, he's packing a big one, unless it's socks. His
other gloved hand retaliated by grabbing my throat, pulled me to face
him. He shook his head. I let go of his crotch.


Slowly he moved to stand behind me, rubbing his crotch against my arse. One
hand tugged on my dogtag and inspected it, while the other kept a firm grip
on my throat still.


INTO: TT, Big cocks, Oral, Anal, Gangbang, Cumdump, Bondage, Rough.


LIMITS: Scat, Fist, Blood, Extreme pain.


Unsure if he could read that under the flickering strobe lights.


If he did, it sure turned him on. He fiddled with his shorts and his
cockhead demanded entry. My drink arrived, downed it in one, and braced
myself against the bar.


I didn't see it, but I certainly felt it, already rock hard. Thicker than
what I was usually accustomed to, but assuredly longer than average. Slid
in with some effort, in situ lube helped. Good thinking, Batman.


He wasn't fully in, but already plumbed new depths. When he was ball deep,
I was in cockslut nirvana. Just the right mixture of searing pain and
sublime pleasure.


Left his cock there, barely moved. Was he talking to someone? I was
desperate to tweak my nipples and pump my cock, but held back.


Cock was unceremoniously pulled out and wasn't replaced. After a while I
looked around and he was gone. Again. FUCK!


Wanted cock badly, but so horned up I was ready to cum. Not a chance to
suppress it in here, not with hot men dance-fucking and -sucking everywhere
I looked. Unless...


Spot the nearest high fuckpig, an indiscreet enquiry, and follow the crumb
trails. Tonight, in this event, in here, it didn't take long. Dealer had a
grocery list of gear on offer. Settled for a handful of e, nothing too
strong. Didn't want to be a writeoff.


Hovered at the bar, waiting for the high, hoping to see blond stud. High
arrived, blond stud didn't.


Libido elevated, but cum successfully inhibited, boner remained. In
hindsight a cock cage or chastity would suffice.


I danced, fucked, be fucked, sucked, be sucked, rimmed, be rimmed, and
snogged across the dancefloor. Yet every action was fleeting in the
jostling crowd. A taster of sorts. Fun all the same.


Caught a faint whiff of poppers and followed, hoping it promised more
hardcore action. My arse wanted cock. COCKS!


Arrived at a side door and stench of sex, lube, cum, sweat and poppers
greeted me as I entered, a potent mix indeed. Ahh, this was where the real
action was.


Dim red lights illuminated the crowded maze and I lunged for the nearest
cock. Arse prioritised, mouth had its fill. Rode myself silly, beyond
caring for size and girth, or owner, mouth open for any offered cocks. A
fuckwhore in absolute heat.


Rode until rewarded with cum, or the top had had enough, not caring neither
if he was satisfied or otherwise. My cock lust was paramount. Moved deeper
into the labyrinthine maze sampling the best and worst. The first person to
carve a glory hole on a cubicle divider was a genius!


With cock lust came the cum hunger. A massive round padded bed, covered
with tangled mass of rutting bodies, was the setting for the feast.


Needed to get in the middle of it. Pronto. Crawled between legs and over
bodies towards the centre. It was slimy with cum, lube, piss and
sweat. Possibly poppers too. In fact the air was thick with the vapour it
almost stung the eyes.


Found an unoccupied cock and rode it cowboy style. Within seconds a cock
was shoved down my throat, covered with cum. Yum. Armpits, arseholes,
nipples, mouths, balls and cocks were within licking and sucking distance
in this singular mass of bodies. Mine weren't left unattended either.


Sensual overload. Both holes stuffed, tits chewed on, my cock sucked,
flying fucking high. My riding rhythm slackened, struggling to concentrate,
owner of cock got hasty. He flipped me on my back and pumped me missionary.


A cocksucker pig stuffed his cock in my mouth, its size and girth I can
handle, no spider gag needed, then worked his magic sucking
mine. Fuuuuuuccckkkk!!!! A top moved in to rapid-fuck cocksucker pig's arse
doggy style, pinning him on me, and me on the bed wet with cum lube piss
sweat.


Trapped in that 69 with cocksucker pig, multiple tops took turns on our
arseholes, lost count of cocks and cum in our arses. Not that I was
counting. Various fucking rhythm rocked us: slow, impatient, rough, quick,
dissatisfied, etc. No cocks refused.


Cocksucker pig loaded me down my throat twice in quick succession, yet
could not elicit any from me. E did its job. Made me hornier as the high
peaked and peaked and peaked. He got bored of sucking me unrewarded and
left, cum deposits in his arse dribbled out, some of it on my face that I
lapped up with relish.


Got up too, but someone grabbed my arse and plugged it with his hard
pole. He was lying on his back and I rode him reverse cowboy. Handful of
cocks vied for my mouth. Picked the biggest, attached to a lean defined
stud.


Struggled sucking his cock, so lean defined stud knelt in front of
me. Secured spider gag to my mouth and clamps on my nipples. Poppers
appeared and I took liberal hits.


Lean defined stud was on a mission. Lined his hard pole on my stuffed
arsehole and shoved it in one fell swoop. He grabbed my tit chain with one
hand, and my hard cock with the other, using both as leverage as he rough
fucked me.


PAIN! Started to howl, but within seconds another cock were banging my
tonsils. Spitroasted with double penetration. New heights for me.


Multiple cocks took turns riding my face, deepthroating and jizzing, spider
gag was an open invite. Cum and my saliva drenched my neck and body.


My prostate had a field day, massaged by 2 cocks, pain finally hazed by e
high. Ultimate pleasure.


But it was cock 1 that creamed my arse first, his glans rubbed by lean
defined stud's cock in my crammed arse proved too much for him. And the
rapid rough fucking. He slipped out and left.


Lean defined stud wanted more of my cunt, pried me from the tangled mass of
orgying torsos and led me by my tit chain deeper into the maze. Pumping
bass faded as grunts increased and the lights got dimmer as we delved
further in.


Arrived at another door with a huge "EGALITE" sign above it. Pfft. Proper
darkroom. The inner sanctum.


Lean defined stud attached weighted bells on my tit clamps, bend me over
and marked my cunt with fluorescent marker.


He led me into the dark beyond, lit only by sparse UV lamps, then propped
me up on all fours on a pedestal. He bolted my ankle cuffs to it, then
tethered my tit chain. Dom tops that know what they want are tres hot!


He went to town on my arse, wild and rough, no mercy. What a marathon
fucker too, took ages and ages and ages. His rapid fucking churned litres
of cum in my arse, sloppy to thick, sticky warm and I bet delicious. The
jingling of my tit bells attracted others around us, a beacon in the dark.


Cocks jostled for my throat, hoping and waiting for lean stud fucker to
finish, a holding zone of sorts. Some just wanted to throatrape me. Some
gave up altogether as lean defined stud kept going.


He finally seeded me, but kept fucking, grabbing a handful of my hair in a
classic domineering pose. The sound of his forceful fucking mingled with
his aggressive grunts and my jingling tits. Sweet harmony.


Then left me tethered there. Abandoned. Others took their cue from lean
defined stud: dump and leave.


A beeline formed for my arse, the fluorescent marks around my arsehole the
bullseye for passing cocks to unload in me. Everytime I tried to free
myself from my bondage, a dick would find its aim and I was in fuckslut
heaven again. Wasn't trying that hard anyway.


Period in between fucking lengthen, and e high wearing off, that was how
long I was fucked there. Needed top up. Unshackled myself, removed spider
gag and made the long journey to the bar, almost tempted by a few
unattended cocks. I could wash down the pill with a golden shower at the
yellow section, but rather a proper drink.


Squeezed myself through the heaving crowd to the bar, popped 2nd e chased
down with double Jaeger, cum dripping down my inner legs. An eagle-eyed
deprave cumpig noticed, knelt behind me and feasted on my creampies.


Didn't mind, I loved being rimmed. Quite the tongue on him too, kept me
hard. Another drink ordered.


Contemplated another darkroom trip, but music troughed, lights brightened,
cue end of party. Fuck, was still horny. Best whore myself.


Rejected by a few dom tops. I was overeager. Or wasn't their type. Almost
gave up when guess who turned up?


Blond stud, appraising a couple of very fit, quite good looking subs. Not a
chance for me, wouldn't measure up to the subs. But tried my luck anyway,
yet ready for another rejection. He's too hot for another missed
opportunity.


Etiquette was, dom top were to offer leash to subs, or vice versa. Contract
of sorts. Binding until dom unchained said leash. Neat.


Taken aback when blond stud dismissed the other 2 subs, yet didn't offer me
the leash. He cuffed my hands behind my back, slapped my erect cock and abs
a few times, inspecting the offered chattel. My arse he had the opportunity
to earlier.


Didn't expect his assault on my nipples. He removed the clamps then
immediately rubbed my tits. Pain. Saw stars. Gritted teeth. But didn't
flinch.


Unconvinced, he pinched my abused tits and lifted them upwards, then
held. My body followed to tiptoes. Precum formed at the tip of my cock.


Released, but I wanted more. We're on the same path.


Leash, when it appeared, wasn't offered, but wordlessly clipped. Not to my
collar, but my tit ring. No questions asked. No submission demanded. He
eschewed formalities altogether.


I told you we were on the same path.


Blond stud led me away, leash tugging on my tit. Proud owner of his new
sub. A few pit stops along the way, blond stud chatted to fellow doms, one
of them was the lean defined stud from earlier, whom gave my arse a mighty
spank.


Lean defined stud walked with us to hotel lobby, but head down to the
basement, grabbing his crotch at us on parting. Blond stud led me up the
stairs.


Doms rooms were unique, rooms separated by glass walls. Clear transparent
glass. Blinds for optional privacy.


Fellatio and copulation continued in the hallways, couldn't quite make it
to rooms. Some doors were ajar, an open invitation to join the soiree
inside, others closed. No blinds drawn.


Both rooms next to blond stud's were filled with mass of bodies, one piled
on top of the other, their doors wide open. Blond stud led me into his
room, closed the door, but didn't draw the blinds. You can look, but you
can't join.


He sat down on the armchair, poured himself a drink, lit a cigarette, then
surveyed me with his electric blue eyes. Beckoned me over and offered a few
puffs, no words spoken. I knelt by his legs and waited his orders.


Licked both his boots, before feasting on his crotch. I was high, edgy,
horny. Yet no response from him.


Then he reattached tit clamps, bells and all, then gestured for me to
present my arse. 2 gloved fingers fiddled my arse, scooped as much cum out
and fed it to me. I licked with relish.


Finished his drink, stub out his cigarette, then threw me on the
bed. Attached my ankles to bolts on headboard.


Fucked me missionary, slow yet firm, ball deep then completely withdrew. My
cunt, slick from previous deposits, submitted to his dom fuckrod. Firm grip
on my taut tit chain. A calm fuck oasis island amidst the raging orgy
storms in adjacent rooms.


Incessant knocks on the door ignored. Permission to join denied. He's a
popular dom, it seemed.


His face impassive, aloof yet not detached. Gave nothing away. Added to his
provocative dom aura.


My cock remained hard, dribbling steady streams of precum that captured his
attention. I dared not touch it.


The sum of all parts of my experience today centred on my untouched glans,
edged on by the magnificent stimulation of my prostate by this dom's
cock. Too much.


He choked me and sped up. It was all that needed. My orgasm was intense,
spurts of cum drenched my slender body, some landed on my face.


Didn't unnerve him. Obviously zero fucks were given to a sub's pleasure,
present or otherwise.


His gloved hands tightened their grip on my throat, lengthened my
spasm. The involuntary clamping of the dom's cock by a cumming sub's cunt
does the trick everytime. He knew this.


His breath quickened, grunts audible, then bred me. Seeded me as he
asphyxiate me. Like a true dominant top.


Oh no he wasn't done. His fuckpole needs cleaning obviously.


Unshackled me and led me to low padded table by the glass wall. A hole
connected the room to the hallway - cat flap? - no, a custom glory
hole. Didn't notice it earlier. Clever.


Me on all fours, on the table. Ankles bolted, and tit chain anchored. Cunt
against the glory hole, of course.


No rest for my used hole. Lucky the depraved fuckpig to suck out blond
stud's cum. Tasted like fucking gold.


I knew. As I tasted the remnants of it on his still hard cock. He pulled up
an armchair and rested it opposite the table and sat on it, his cock within
reach of my privileged mouth.


More tops pillaged me through the glory hole, jingling the bells on my
tits, dumping more cum in my hole. What's a cunt for in this festival?


*        *        *