Date: Sat, 24 Jul 2021 17:07:08 +1000 From: Mark Jones Subject: Working Up to It The blindfold covers my eyes. I'm kneeling, naked but the collar, the cold chain running over my left shoulder. My mouth is open, tongue out. Sometimes he makes me wait. Sometimes he would appear almost instantly. I'd rarely hear him on the carpet. This time I think I hear him just before I feel his cock slide along my tongue, a shallow stroke before he pulls out and pushes in deep. I feel him take up the collar chain and grip my hair as he uses my mouth with slow deliberate strokes. One hand in my hair the other tugging the collar, he holds me in place as he deliberately pushes himself all the way in. I begin to gasp and gag, but he holds me there. Seconds pass, feeling longer, his cock filling my mouth, him pressing in gentle thrusts. He eventually relents. As he pulls out, I feel a tide of built-up saliva drop down my chin and onto my chest. He's clearly satisfied by the oral entrée because I feel him steer me around and push me over the arm of his sofa, the leather cold on my chest and stomach. There is a pause. I smell the amyl before he wafts it under my nose -- I breathe it in deep, feeling the warm light-headedness take me over. "Open your mouth slut," he whispers close into my ear. I do as he says, the rubber gag pressing on my lips as he secures it. He tilts my arse up before I feel the press of his cock head on my hole. He's lubed well but my body resists as he tries pushing in. I relax, groan through the gag as his cock presses my hole open. We didn't always start the same way. The first few times, late at night or on a lazy weekend afternoon, I'd go to his place, and we'd strip off together, make out, watch porn, suck, fuck. Then one time he put a blindfold on me, and it went from there. Then came the collar. The restraints. The ball gag. If I didn't have his cock up my arse, he'd make sure there was a plug or toy there. I learned to enjoy servicing him. Giving in to his whims. These nights I'd arrive, collar already under my t-shirt before I walked into his living room, stripped off, took a long snort of amyl, pulled down the blindfold and dropped to my knees, mouth open, and learned to wait. Fucking me against the sofa was only the next entrée. I know he doesn't want to cum, yet. I can imagine him looking down, me bent over his black leather sofa, arse raised his cock pounding in and out of me. He pulls out, yanks the chain signalling me to stand, before pulling me along. I never kept count of how many steps it was to his bedroom but I know we're close when I can hear the laptop speakers playing the sounds of porn. He walks me to the edge of the bed. I know what to do next -- scramble forward on my knees, and put my arms forward. The restraints go on fast. Left wrist. Right wrist. I hear his inhaling, and it isn't long before the amyl is under my nose. He closes each nostril and lets me take it in deep. I drop my head forward lightheaded as he lifts my arse up and pulls me on his cock. "Take it, slut," he grunts as he fucks hard and fast. The fucking in bed is rougher, the chain drawn back pulling the collar back. I imagine him yanking it, the chain wrapped around his fist. His cock strikes deep, and I groan muted by the rubber in my mouth. He clearly wants me to be loud, releasing the gag strap. I grab a deep breath before uttering a guttural, "Fuck, yes, fuck yes, fuck yes," with each stroke as he works my arse. He normally likes me being vocal but I must be too loud because he pushes my face into the pillow. I don't fight it and, groaning, bite the fabric tightly. He pulls my legs out from under me and I feel his weight along my back, arse and legs as he pushes back inside me. I know he loves this position, sliding himself into my arse, his deep breathing close to my ear, occasionally taking a moment to kiss my neck. Pushing my shoulders down I know he's close -- he puts all his weight into each thrust, hitting me deep. He pulls out and I breathe in expecting the next thrust. Before I know it, he's off me and has flipper me around, kneeling in front of my face. The hot cum hits me hard. On my cheek, lips, beard, neck and chest. He presses his fingers into my mouth, opening me wide, before pushing his cum covered cock inside my mouth. "I want it clean." I suck and lick his hard cock, feeling the salty tang of his cum in my mouth, swallowing when I can. I'm eager, and start licking his cock like a lollipop. I must be doing well, because I feel his hand stroke my cock gently. His cum still wet on my skin, he undoes the restraints and pulls the blindfold off. The brightness of the light in the room stings a bit. He is kneeling above me, a light sheen of sweat on his skin, cock still half hard, shining clear of cum. My back on the stacked pillows, I know what comes next and grab at the poppers bottle, sucking it in deep, as he pulls the toy from the bedside drawer. It's huge. Twelve inches long, and thick. A massive white toy we got to calling 'Moby Dick'. I need to be as relaxed as possible and suck in more amyl letting the buzz settle over me. He tells me to pull my legs up and hold them high as he inspects my post-fucked hole, running and exploratory finger inside me, smiling. He spread the lube -- the thicker one he uses for fisting (not with me) over the toy and I hold my breath as he presses the tip against my hold. "Relax, honey." I do as he says, let my muscles give in as he presses it inside me. The stretch is almost overwhelming. I tap at his thigh to slow, and he pulls it back out. I imagine my hold puckering reflexively. I breathe again, nodding for him to go again. It pushes in easier this time, filling me. He keeps feeding the monster into me until it's pressing against my prostate. I'm pretty certain my eyes roll back into my head before I close them for seconds. He slides Moby in and out of me slowly, deliberately. It feels fucking amazing. He dribbles spit on my cock and gives me a few strokes before telling me to take over. Riding Moby, I start to stroke myself, my gaze shifting from my cock and the white toy being pressed into me, the mirrored cupboard doors that show him pressing the toy in, his body and cock, and on the other side, the laptop -- bedside table porn of a threesome, two of them stuffing the bottom at once. I feel the twitch in my balls and barely utter `yes' before my load shoots up, spraying my chest and belly. He looks down smiling, rubbing my cum with what was left of his. Pulling Moby out, he drops it to the floor and lies down next to me, pressing his lips to mine, his tongue flitting into my mouth seeking out mine. We lie there for a while, his fingers playing with the cum, spreading it in patterns on my body. I stroke him slowly, and feel his response under my fingers - a hardening cock. I say, "This time fuck me facing the mirrors, I want to watch."