Date: Thu, 12 Mar 2020 16:02:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Diego de Anda <panem12_anda@att.net>
Subject: Just Trust Me - 3

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I'm at the only adult bookstore in the county. Sebastian is out of town for
the weekend but suggested I visit it to practice my skills. I pay at the
counter to be able to go to the back area that has the booths and
gloryholes. I had never done such a thing and am quite nervous and
exhilarated at the prospect of sucking anonymous dick. I picked the first
empty booth that I found. I enter, leaving the door slightly ajar and
patiently wait until someone shows up.


It's been three weeks since the night at the club or my follow up
performance with Paul and Gavin. I briefly saw Paul two weeks ago when he
came to pick up his laptop that we'd fixed but didn't get a chance to chat
as I was working in the back. I texted him shortly after but didn't get a
response. Being new to all this I chalked it up to him losing interest and
plus Sebastian had really put me through my paces.


When I got home after hanging out with Paul and Gavin, Sebastian was there
waiting for me. Despite my protests of being too tired he dragged me into
the garage and threw me face down onto the mattress. He pulled down my
pants and began to tongue my hole. He eats me out like a starving man and
somehow my hole is a five course meal. Several times he uses his fingers to
try to pull out more of my rosebud. Despite Paul and Gavin's efforts it's
more bud than the blooming flower they hoped.


Sebastian licks, chews, suckles, and pulls on my asslips and hole. I relax
onto the dirty mattress and inhale the scents embedded onto the mattress.
Eventually I fall asleep and when I wake up several hours later Sebastian
is gone. I drag myself to my own bed and pass out again. When I wake up
several hours later I have a text from Sebastian: put the cock cage back
on. With a few hours before I have to go into work and chastity in my
immediate future I spend the next few hours riding my sex toys and cumming
several times until it's time to go work. Three weeks later I am still in
chastity and Sebastian has the key. I asked him when he would unlock me but
he simply said to trust him.


Over the last three weeks, Sebastian has really put me through my paces.
The next day he tried to fist me but I told him no until he learned safety
and technique. Instead he resorted to whipping up the most fiendish and
torturous games. His fucking became more aggressive. We tried CBT. He was
hellbent on stretching my hole to the max with toys and his dick. Sometimes
two of them at a time. The more I denied him burying his fist in me the
more aggressive in bed he became.


When Mr. Minoogian announced that he was closing the shop for a few days to
visit his daughter, I was ecstatic. I was hoping that Sebastian and I could
do some non sexual things during the weekend.But shortly after I told him
my plans he announced that he was leaving town as well. He did tell me to
go visit the adult bookstore sometime that weekend. Something he mentioned
several times before he left.


After leaving work on Thursday I contemplated on going. I felt restless all
evening until finally sometime after 9pm I made up my mind to go. I got
ready and was out the door an hour later. I was still locked in chastity
and had gotten used to near daily plugging my hole with various plugs.


So that's where I found myself on Thursday night, in a booth at the local
adult bookstore waiting for someone to offer their dick to be serviced. I
didn't have to wait for long before someone offered up their dick. It was
about 7.5" cut with a slight curve to the left. I gently grabbed it and
placed the head in my mouth and stroked it to full mast with my hand. I
pulled out all my best tricks using my tongue and lips to stroke and suck
the dick before me. I soon heard the appreciative moans of the owner of the
dick I was sucking. It wasn't long before he began to blast his load into
my throat. I pulled off slightly to taste his cum and was shocked to a
slightly bitter taste of cum.


I've spent the next two hours sucking dicks that were offered to me. They
all varied in size, length and color. Many of them were cut but I truly
savored the uncut ones. Something about their foreskin fascinated and
excited me. Several times I offered up my ass but no one took the bait so
to speak. As happy as my hole was to be plugged it didn't compare to the
feeling of a hard, throbbing, living cock.


After two hours of sucking dick and swallowing loads I needed a break. My
lips were puffy, my neck and knees were sore, and I felt the need for some
fresh air. So I stepped out of the booths and out of the bookstore to get
some fresh air. As I walked towards my car I spotted a very familiar
face. It was the guy Sebastian and I had visited after the club who felched
both of our loads. I was tempted to say hi but felt that he wouldn't
remember. Fortunately he beat me to the punch and looked my way and smiled.


"Hey" he said as he approached me. "Just got here or just leaving" he added
with a chuckle.


"Umm.. just getting some fresh air" I said, getting a good look at
him. Well as best as you can at nighttime with low lighting in the area.


"Ah you were busy in the booths I see" he murmurs as he crosses into my
personal space. He traces my lips with one hand and wrapped his other hand
around the waist. I'm a little taken aback by his boldness but I imagine
that everyone here wouldn't mind seeing some light man on man action in the
parking lot outside the adult bookstore. "Did you get fucked too?" he adds
nonchalantly. He moves his hand down my waist into my pants making his way
over to my puckered, plugged hole.


"Oh no" I quickly add, shaking my head. "No one was interested in fucking
me. Just oral".


"That's a shame" he tuts. "If I remember you have a mighty fine ass. Too
bad it isn't cummy like last time". I blush and look away.


"Would you like to fuck me sir" I say quietly. I feel emboldened.


"I thought you would never ask" he adds, chuckling. "Yes but not here let's
go back to my place. I'll make your hole real sloppy. You'd like that
right?" . I nod. "Great let's go back to my place and have some fun".


I start to head back to my car to follow him to his place. He grabs my arms
and says, "Let's take my car, it will be easier. Besides, your car will be
fine here". I hesitate looking up at him catching his eyes. I don't detect
any malice or bad intent in his brown soulful eyes. "C'mon just trust
me. It'll be fine".


I nod and follow him back to his car. A really expensive luxury two door
black car. I feel nervous but somewhat excited of the thought of getting
fucked in his condo. If I remember correctly there's floor to ceiling
windows in the high rise apartment. The thought of getting fucked in front
of the windows overlooking downtown excites me. Unfortunately, the cock
cage prevents me from getting fully hard and is constrained inside my
briefs and sweatpants.


As we begin the drive to the interstate, he begins to chat me up. I learn
his name is Tom and he works in finance. Most of the drive he bemoans the
stress of his job and sex is his main outlet. As we get closer to the
interstate entrance he takes a turn that takes us down a one lane
road. There are no lights, so the only illumination are his headlights. I
start to protest, he says calmly, "I have a nice quiet place out here that
is better suited for us. Just trust me".


I'm not quite convinced but decide to see where this goes. I make a note of
the few turns we have made before we reach a gated door that leads to a
farmhouse at the far end. He punches in the code and the gate swings
open. As we start to drive in, I start to feel dizzy and try to hold onto
something before I pass out. The last thing I see before I pass out is the
farmhouse looming into view.


Sometime later, I am jolted awake and start to take stock of the
predicament I find myself in. I seem to be in some type of refitted
barn. All along the walls where farming equipment is usually kept are all
sorts of sexual devices. Dildoes, whips, chains, a fully stocked
dungeon. In the far corners are a sling in one corner and a padded mattress
in the other.

 I try to scream but the gag in my mouth muffles everything. The only
change is that drool falls out of my mouth into my chest. I am restrained
with my hands tied above me, they are secured tightly despite my attempts
to break free. I am fully naked except for the cock cage. Each nipple is
clamped with a nipple clamp. And despite the cock cage, my balls are
weighed down with a heavy metal ball stretcher. I don't know how much time
has elapsed since I first arrived with Tom. But shortly after I wake up Tom
walks in from the outside through a door.


"Good you're awake" he says nonchalantly. "I'm not sorry I did this the way
I did, I just wanted this to be a surprise" he adds. He approaches
me,decked out in some type of leather outfit. He has on a full body leather
harness that accentuates his large muscular chest and his washboard abs. It
looks like someone took a chest harness and modified it with side straps
that are joined to a pouch that holds his dick and balls. He is also
wearing knee high leather boots with black socks that go just above his
knees.


I can't help but admire Tom, despite the predicament I am in. When we first
met him a few weeks ago I was unable to get a good look at him but now that
he is before me I allow my eyes to roam over his body. He too is wearing
nipple clamps. I see stubble all over his chest and stomach, so he must
shave or wax his chest. Similarly, a few hints of pubes peak over the
pouch.


He grabs an aerosol can and a discarded jockstrap from a bench and sprays
the jockstrap with whatever is in the can. "Now" he adds after a protracted
silence, "we can have fun and you can enjoy what I have conjured up or you
can try to resist and make it harder. But either way you'll enjoy it". He's
being sincere and honest from what I can tell.


"I promise not to inflict any permanent harm and give you breaks in between
the scenes I have planned out," he adds in between taking huffs from the
jock strap. "Now do you trust me?" he says looking me right into my eyes
and quite possibly into my soul. I nod, "Good" he smugly adds.


He sprays the jockstrap one more time and brings it to my face. He hooks
the straps behind my ears and places the pinched part that usually goes
near the taint over the bridge of my nose. All I can smell is the sweat,
piss, and the chemical odor of whatever he sprayed. The spray has a similar
effect to poppers. It seems to relax me, but also makes me very horny. With
the push of a button on a small remote, a motor begins to hum and I'm
lifted several inches off the ground. My feet don't touch the ground at
all, he moves a small step stool and my the tips of my toes barely rest on
top of the stool


Tom grabs two things off the wall a large, fat dildo and a bottle of
lube. Behind me is a stool that is just below level of my ass, he mounts
the dildo onto the stool and pours lube all over it, liberally coating it
with lube. He moves the stool closer to my ass and inserts the tip of the
dildo into my ass. My greedy, hungry ass engulfs the first three inches or
so of my hole but stops due to the enormous width of the plug. I lose my
balance and fall off the step stool which causes the dildo to slide further
down my hole. Another two inches slide in. I moan.


Tom leaves through the very same door he came in. Over the next hour I'm
left dangling from the ceiling. With only the dildo anchoring me in
place. Several times, I have to step off the stool to correct myself and
this helps the dildo slide further in. By the time Tom comes back more than
half of the 14" dildo has gone in. The toy gets wider as it gets closer to
the base. Tom takes the jockstrap off my face and brings it closer to his
own crotch. He unsnaps the crotch off the harness and proceeds to pee on
in. Once he has determined that it soaked enough he stops. He takes off the
ball gag I've worn for the last two hours or so. I open my mouth to stretch
and relax my jaw when the ball gag is replaced with the pissed on
jockstrap. He ties it behind my neck. My saliva mixes in with the piss and
provides a salty option to my otherwise parched mouth.


I hear Tom opening and closing drawers behind me but can't see what he's
looking for. Suddenly, I hear a loud whistle cut through the air before I
feel the whip hit my upper back. It takes my body a few seconds to register
the pain. By the time I do, another hit is sent across my back. Tom whips
me 10 times in quick succession over various parts of my back. I want to
scream out in pain. I feel my back is on fire. He soon moves on to whipping
parts of my butt and upper thighs. While I was worrying and trying to
lessen the pain on my back, I didn't notice that my hole had swallowed
almost all the dildo to the base. I'm silently sobbing from the pain. After
a few more lashes across my pain, I feel the same dizzying feeling from
earlier.


I wake up again sometime later. I don't know how much time has elapsed
since the whipping began. I do realize that I'm in a new contraption. This
time I am bound from neck to toe in nylon rope. I am suspended on bars that
are keeping me off the ground. My arms and legs are completely immobilized
due to the nylon rope. The pain from the lashes are down to a dull
pain. I'm awakened from my stupor by Tom pulling on the chain that holds
the nipple clamps. My legs are elevated at 45 degree angle.


"On to the next scene" he says between huffs of poppers. "I hope you are
ready for the Asscavator" he adds chuckling. I once again hear the hum of a
motor and feel what I can only imagine is the Asscavator at the lips of my
hole. Tom stops the fuck machine makes a few adjustments and restarts the
machine. This is easily the biggest and widest toy I have ever taken.


Tom starts me off easy on a slow thrusting speed. I would call it slow,
lazy strokes. Still there is nothing slow about it as the wide toy invades
my hole. He feeds me poppers, making me take long deep lungfuls of vapors
before amping up the speed of the fuck machine. I don't even attempt to
resist the invading Asscavator and just let it dig out my insides. It has
entered my second hole as well as felt it pummel my prostate. Tom stands
before me and with a small whip starts to whip my balls and caged cock. I
try to recoil from the lashes but he has secured me well enough into his
nylon contraption that I'm completely defenseless to his lashes.


The ball stretcher helps keep them out, front and centered to endure his
assault. I scream into the jockstrap that is now soaked with my saliva. He
proceeds to lash his inner thighs. With a flick of his remote the machine
speeds up and I'm helpless to stop his assault. He moves back to my balls
and gives them another 10 lashes before he stops. Unsatisfied he palms my
abused balls before he gives it a few open handed whacks.


He slows down the machine to the original pace. He takes another discarded
jockstrap and douses it with poppers and then places it into the front
compartment of a gas mask. He removes the gag from my mouth and secures the
gas mask over my face. I'm completely overwhelmed by the smell and become
ravenous for more action. I try moving so that I can readjust the angle at
which the Asscavator is entering my hole. I have only successfully
swallowed about â..." of it and I want all of it. Tom sees me struggle
and relishes in my frustration. He chuckles and says "Pathetic slut" as he
walks out of the barn. I continue to struggle and find a better
angle. After 10 mins I give up and resign myself to whatever Tom has
planned.


 I don't know how much time has passed but I suddenly jolt awake when I
realize my surroundings have changed. I must have passed out at some point
without realizing. I wish I knew how Tom keeps knocking me out. This time
I'm not restrained in the nylon rope. There is a spreader bar at my ankles
keeping my legs spread open. I'm on the padded mattress and could make a
run for it if I wanted to. But I don't.


Tom approaches me. He is fully naked and hard. He has a respectable 7
incher with the biggest balls I have ever seen. They are easily the size of
oranges and are low hanging. I'm mesmerized by the sight of them. Tom is
saying something to me but I'm having a hard time concentrating on what he
is saying. My mind is hazy from all the poppers. Frustrated that I can't
seem to grasp what he says he points his dick at my face and blasts me with
his clear piss. I don't realize how thirsty I am until I'm struggling to
swallow as much as I can.


"Good to know that you are piss slut" Tom says, addressing me once
again. "I think we can do more piss play later. But now I want to have you
service me. I think I've earned it". He sits down next to me and begins to
stroke his dick. He palms it on his hand and it makes a heavy sound. He
nods to me and that's all the invitation I need. I lick the head and slowly
swallow it until I feel his scratchy pubes on my chin. I'm distracted by my
tending to his dick that I don't notice until it's too late that he spanks
me. Hard.


I groaned around his groin. I don't want to bite his dick but the pain is
strong. I'm bobbing up and down on his engorged cock, feeding on his
pre-cum. He swats each cheek five times, the echoes of the slaps
reverberate across the room. Finally, satisfied that my ass is red enough
to his satisfaction he slaps each asscheek once more for good measure.


"Let's look at at hole" he says maneuvering us both so that I'm still
sucking on his dick but now am on my stomach. He spreads my ass cheeks, I
wince from the pain of the slaps. I instinctively flex my hole and my
rosebud pops out just enough to Tom's satisfaction. He exclaims.


"Well look at that pretty rose" he says fingering my rosebud. "It's a
little one and I want to see it bloom more. I want you to leave here
dripping, gaping, prolapsed, and cunted". He sticks two fingers and
massages my hole. I lap up at his dick while he continues to finger me. Two
fingers become three, then four. Finally he's struggling to fist me but
suddenly stops.


He moves away to grab the fuck machine and bring it over to the padded
mattress. He walks along the wall looking for a sex toy and finally picks
one that has is flesh colored and is composed of several humps, 7 total. He
attaches it to the machine and moves me around to line up my hole to the
machine. He programs it and it whirs to life. The machine quickly starts to
pump in and out of my hole and follows a set pattern: It brusquely slams
the full length into me and then pulls out one hump, slams it back it, two
humps, slams back in, three humps, slams back in. It follows this pattern
until the penultimate hump and then begins the pattern all over again.


He comes back around and ties my arms to hidden hand holders in the padded
mattress. I'm completely immobilized once again. He pisses all over me
before leaving again. I've lost count of how many times the fuck machine
has gone through the repeated process before I feel the telltale sign of me
losing consciousness.


I come to some time later and I'm no longer in the padded mattress. I'm on
the sling. The nipple clamps are gone. From what I can see the nubs of my
nipples are raw and red. The ball stretcher feels heavier than before. My
hands are tied above me and my legs are also strapped into the sling. Tom
walks up to me wheeling around a small cart with an assortment of toys and
lube.


He looks at my hole approvingly and says, "Good the machine did the
trick. You're ready". Ready for what I can only wonder. Tom takes a bottle
of lube and covers his entire hand in a thick viscous lube. This time
though instead of working up to five fingers he uses a duckbill hand motion
to fist me. With enough pressure on Tom's part and will on mine I hear a
loud audible pop when his fist fully enters me. His fist graces my prostate
eliciting a moan from me.


He switches over to his other hand and begins to
alternate. Left. Right. Left. Right. I'm lost in the sensations and ride it
out. He twists his hand inside of me and I let out a guttural moan. He
continues to push on my prostate at every change I get. Satisfied that my
hole is gaping enough he increases the speed of his fists. He punches my
hole several times.


"Count each punch when I pull out my fist" he says with a fierce determined
look on his face. The punches border on painful and pleasurable and I feel
conflicted. He begins with slamming his fist into me and looks me in the
eye to begin the count.


"One...two..th-three..four...fiiiive" I moan out before I piss myself. He
uses the extra moisture from my piss to lube up his arms. I continue
counting to 19 before I feel an orgasm coming. I start to squirm and moan
around his fist. Just when I'm about to cum he punches my balls hard. He
proceeds to edge me in that manner over the next hour or so. I've lost
count of how many times he's brought me close to the edge only to deny me
an orgasm.


My hole and my balls are battered and bruised. I'm tired. I'm just a hole
for Tom's punching pleasure. I can only wonder what my hole looks like.
Once again the telltale sign of dizziness overtakes me and this time I
truly welcome it. Who knows what other machinations Tom may dream up but at
least my body will rest.

I'm jolted awake by the sound of rapping, specifically rapping on a
window. I jump up and realize that I'm back in my car. I look towards the
window to see what is going on and see a very familiar face.

Stay tuned for the finale. If you have any ideas, comments, or anything
please email me at panem12_anda at att dot net