Rabbit Hole
By Quentin Collins (hauptwerk88@gmail.com)
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This story is fictitious and takes place in a fantastic realm where inconvenient physical, biological, medical, legal, and moral strictures don't exist. It is intended only for the entertainment of those who are legally permitted to access and read it.
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The ten of us left the fitness barn at Primrose Farm after our rigorous leg circuit followed by a relaxing sauna regimen. We crossed a large courtyard that was probably a work yard in times past, and we entered a barn that was a twin to the fitness barn. This one contained the "playroom" on the first level for various forms of adult recreation.
The playroom was a large open area with several mats and platforms where couples and groups could have sex or engage in or watch sex play. The largest mat area was surrounded on three sides by two tiers of built-in padded benches for those who enjoy watching more than participating. The floor was a rubberized tile. It felt warm on my bare feet. Victor explained that both the floor and benches are heated to ninety degrees to make it more comfortable to lie upon.
Behind a clear glass partition along one wall were showers equipped with water wands and enema supplies. In the corner near the showers was a large shallow pit where people could enjoy golden showers. Two or three people could lie down in the pit while they got blessed by their own or other people's urine. There was a drain in the pit that could be stopped if someone desired a puddle of urine to play in. While I pee in the shower almost every day, I've never really been into piss play. To each his own, I suppose.
A sex sling and a rather complicated looking woven harness hung from the ceiling above the smaller mat.
As I walked around the room, I found an adjoining room that was replete with every kind of BDSM harness, punishment bench, fucking machine, restraints, impalers, and cases of equipment and leather goods for every taste.
I saw everything from small nipple clamps and jewelry, to masturbation toys, butt plugs, and dildos, cock rings, ball crushers, cock cages, hoods, gags, harnesses, straps, electrified gear for every orifice and part of the body, all the way up to a full body restraint suit that could be zippered and laced to restrain everything except the mouth, anus, and cock. There was even a metal cage in the corner to crate bad puppies. There was a chain connected to the top of the cage so it could be hoisted into the air, suspending the caged bad puppies.
I saw things that I had no idea how they would be used. My cock was hard as I backed out of the room, and my nine-inch erection was becoming dewy as my foreskin retracted.
"Is that where naughty Andy is going to end up tonight," Cody teased as he saw me examining the cage. I smiled nervously at him and felt my cock leaking.
Back in the main room, the other men were trying to organize the couplings so that Noah and Gavin could be introduced, we hoped, into the world of cosmic union in the "garden."
Since my fifteen-year-old son, with one day's worth of experience, seemed to have the strongest mastery over the other realm, it was decided that he should fuck Gavin while Gavin fucked Noah for the first time ever. Noah appeared to have shed any hesitation about being penetrated after Chan scissored his anus with two fingers covered in my cum.
I asked Chan how he and I should make love. He wanted to try a four-man fuck train: I would fuck Chan, who fucks Gavin, who fucks Noah. That sounded good to me. I was, as always, eager to penetrate my son; but, I was also eager to bring the engaged caretakers into the ethereal wonders the rest of us enjoyed.
Bailey, Bob, and Quino decided they would like to try a fuck train too, with Bob receiving Bailey, and Bailey receiving Quino.
Uncle Robert suggested that Cody and Victor double penetrate him like they had done to Chan last night. The senior stableman assured them that their nine-inch fat penises wouldn't damage him and that his decades of experience in the other realm might serve them well. I was once again surprised at Uncle Robert's nonplussed attitude toward rather adventurous sexual situations. He is as straight as they come, so it would seem, but he assured us that he and his wife Deborah are happy to engage all sorts of sexual encounters.
Once Bob heard the suggestion from his father he wanted a change of plan. "Dad, would you fuck me while I fuck Bailey and Bailey fucks Quino? We've never done anything like that. I think I would really like to have you love me that way if it's acceptable to you. I want to feel your love for me both here and in the `garden.'"
Uncle Robert thought that was a great idea, but suggested that they might have to employ one of the hanging bars to help assemble the group. Cody reclined face up on the mat while Uncle Robert sat backward on Cody's penis with his hands resting on Cody's widely spread thighs. Then Victor slid along his husband's cock and into Uncle Robert's ass while straddling his Cody's stomach. The Messieurs Demmel – all three of them – took on the cosmic scintillation. The look on Robert's face – and the throbbing of his penis – told me that this would likely not be the last time he gets double penetrated.
Bailey adjusted the height of the suspended rod so that Bob could balance himself while crouched down on his father's penis, between Cody's legs. Finally, Bailey got on his knees in front of Bob and Quino got on his hands and knees in front of Bailey.
It was a sight to witness the six men joined ass to cock. The thruple immediately shimmered and shone as much as Victor, Cody, and Uncle Robert. I was surprised to see Uncle Robert getting double fucked with such ease and apparent delight. It looked like Uncle Robert was also enjoying his first foray into his son's muscle-mounded ass.
Noah lay on the mat next to Cody, and we greased him up. Then Gavin started to fuck him as we greased up Gavin's ass. Noah was already lost in the delight of his fiancé's penis inside him. Chan took care to ease his nine inches gingerly into Gavin. There were a few grunts, but Gavin took it like a man. I was leaking enough that I didn't bother greasing up Chan's ass.
When I pushed the head of my penis through my son's ring, it was like plugging in a string of Christmas lights, and a gentle breeze blew my straggled hair out of my face.
I embraced Chan both physically and spiritually as we made love and brought the caretakers with us into the blissful garden. Noah and Gavin were shocked and delighted. They sensed us but did not see the other six. I felt Chan caution Uncle Robert and company to hold off for a few minutes until the newbies got their bearings.
With Chan's guidance, they learned quickly. We could feel them entering into a prolonged orgasm. Chan and I joined with them, and we all felt all four orgasms. We also felt a kind of warm embrace from our spirit friends. It was wondrous.
Our spirit guides welcomed the new couple and invited them back whenever they wished. We celebrated their initiation into whatever club it was to which we all belonged. Our ejaculations came every ten seconds or so and were synchronized, so we all felt our asses contract simultaneously as we squirted prodigious loads of cum into each other. Noah was cumming all over his face, opened mouth, and torso.
After the third or fourth minute of our group orgasm, we felt Uncle Robert, Victor, Cody, Bob, Bailey, and Quino near us. We didn't join their sensations to ours, but we were able to share each other's presence. We thought a ten-way orgasm would have been too much for Noah and Gavin. It would have probably been too much for me too.
We remained bilocated another few minutes, and then Chan eased us back to our earthly existence. I had an incredible orgasm and wondered how much I pumped into my son's rectum.
The four of us came back, but the other six were staying locked together in a very long orgasm. They shone brilliantly as I saw their apparent synchronized ejaculations. Quino was the only one whose cock was out in the open and I saw him shoot a thick rope of cum onto the mat every ten seconds or so.
Noah and Gavin were laughing and crying at the same time. We four remained joined while Gavin lay down on his cum-covered fiance, and they shared a beautiful kiss. Chan turned to me, and we also kissed. When I felt Chan's tongue enter my mouth, I ejaculated again. It gets better all the time. It felt as if I were kissing my son, but also someone else. I didn't think it was any of our sex partners. Could I be kissing one of our spirit friends? I felt his love and warmth wash through me.
I eased out of Chan's ass, and he eased out of Gavin's. But Chan wasn't done. He went over to get in position in front of Quino, who rose to his knees almost subconsciously, and Chan slid his miraculous ass over Quino's dick. I swear the group of them began to vibrate with the intensity of their seven-way orgasm.
I couldn't resist joining them and took Chan's cock into my mouth so his continuing ejaculations wouldn't go to waste. I tasted Chan's cum mixed with Gavin's ass. It was a delicious mélange. I felt something at my ass and heard Gavin ask if he could join us. I opened my ass for him and wiggled in invitation. Noah joined us too, and we all ended up feeling the combined strength of a ten-way orgasm. So much for taking it easy on the newbies.
I couldn't even process the feelings I had. We were floating free as a ball of pure, intense energy. I sensed Uncle Robert infusing us with his wisdom and vitality. I tried to open myself up to the entire minyan and offer everything I am to the other nine to absorb as they needed. We all worked to bring down our barriers as we built up our love for each other. My mind was flooded with thoughts from my lovers. Each of their souls was ineffably precious, and I knew I was receiving the rarest of gifts.
All concept of time and place had evaporated. Our guides rejoiced in our shared love and communicated to us that they would bless us for bringing more love into their realm.
We had to come back to Primrose Farm sooner or later. I had no idea how much later it was. I became aware of Chan's penis lodged deep in my throat, firing its invaluable nectar directly into me. We slowly separated from each other's bodies as we had done from each other's spirits a few moments before.
We literally collapsed in a jumble on the mat and lay quietly for many minutes. My face was partially embedded in Chan's ass, but I could manage only occasional languid forays into his anus with my tongue to lap up Quino's cum. We started to verbalize how astounded we all were about what we had experienced and allowed Noah and Gavin to talk out their emotions and ask questions.
As we continued conversing, I realized we were speaking in Spanish. Was that a gift from Quino? Uncle Robert explained that it was a consequence of us all sharing so completely. We all nodded and then began laughing because we realized that Uncle Robert had spoken in German and we all understood that too with equal facility.
Uncle Robert walked over to one of the showers against the wall and rinsed off. He said he was going to go home to Aunt Debbie and asked if we would be joining them later. We assured him that we would meet up with them one way or another.
We all got up, one by one, and rinsed ourselves off, as much to remind ourselves that were had returned to the physical world as for any real need of cleansing. We were relaxed and felt bonded to one another. We all kissed Uncle Robert good night and expressed our love to him, as well as our gratitude for helping to orient Gavin and Noah to their new existence.
I dried myself and threw my towel into a nearby hamper. I felt a hand on my back.
"Have you made your decision, my love," Cody asked.
"Paddle." Did I just say that out loud? Had I really made a decision? My cock was telling me that I had as it tapped on my stomach. How could I be erect again?
Cody, who is six years my junior, smiled proudly at me as a father might smile at his son after getting into his first choice of college.
"Very good, Drew," Cody said while coaxing me into the adjoining room. "There are several kinds from which to choose. I'll show you our selection and help you make an informed choice. After we choose the paddle, we will choose what position you would like to assume, and how immobilized you will be."
Chan followed closely behind, and I sensed that all nine of us would soon be in the BDSM chamber.
I was shown an array of paddles in many sizes and made from many materials. I asked Cody about some of the smaller ones I saw. He told me they were usually called "slappers." They could be used on various parts of the body, like the nipples, testicles, penis, stomach, as well as buttocks. A slapper would cause a less intense sting but is often used for greater and quicker repetitions so it could have an additive effect. The ones with longer handles were basically riding crops.
Cody asked me if I thought I would like to have my testicles paddled. I felt a release of precum running down my throbbing penis, which Cody took as an affirmation. He told me that usually men who get their testicles paddled wear a cock ring and/or ball stretcher to make sure their testicles are tight in the scrotum and don't get twisted during their torture. It is safer that way.
Cody had no sooner finished speaking than Chan appeared with a stainless steel cock and ball ring and offered to put it on me. Cody said it is ideally put on before a person gets too hard. I couldn't will my cock to deflate if I tried.
Cody and Chan worked for a couple of minutes to weave my continually-self-lubricated cock and balls through the interconnected rings. It felt strangely empowering to have my genitals presented in such a manner. My balls were stretched down and out, so they were tight in their sack and on display. Every pulse of every vein and artery in my genitals could be seen through the hairless skin. Perhaps my son's exhibitionism is rubbing off on me? I loved being on display.
My next choice was what position I want to be in. Cody suggested standing since I chose to have myself paddled on both front and back. I felt a little dizzy as if I were having an out-of-body experience as profound as traveling to the garden while having sex with my son.
I agreed that I would have wrist restraints attached to a bar above my head, and my ankles would be cuffed to a spreader bar to make sure my legs remained separated far enough for Cody to have easy access to my cock and balls. The spreader bar between my ankles would be attached to the floor so I couldn't move my feet.
"Do you want to watch, or be blindfolded," Cody asked.
I didn't know how to answer. I thought I would get off seeing the guys watch me get punished, but I also looked forward to the element of surprise in not knowing whether Cody was going to slap my ass, nipples, balls or whatever.
"Easy problem to solve," Cody said cheerily. "I'll zip you into a leather hood that has eyeholes and a mouth hole. The hood has several D-rings on it so I can immobilize your head to keep you from looking down at what I'm doing. You will be able to twist your head somewhat, but not lower your chin. You will also have your mouth free so you can call out your safe word."
Cody has obviously done this many times before. I have never in my life needed a safe word. Cody spoke as if it were part of daily life for him.
Victor came over holding a hood. "This is the one I like, but I usually attach the blindfold to it too so I can't see anything. I often use the ball gag too." Victor was as nonchalant about all this as his husband.
"Dad, what's your safe word going to be," Chan asked. He looked as at ease as Victor and Cody. Would Chan be into this? Am I the only one who is nervous about getting paddled all over my body?
Victor suggested a simple two-syllable word that wouldn't be commonly spoken during sex. Maybe some kind of food or beverage.
"Pepsi," I declared. I was pretty sure I was going to be screaming "Pepsi" before the first blow landed.
"So, to be clear," Cody said, "If you yell `STOP,' what am I going to do?"
"You're going to continue to hit me," I said.
"If you yell, `Please, no more,' what am I going to do?"
"You're going to continue to hit me."
"If you yell, whisper or move your lips as if you're saying `Pepsi,' what am I going to do?"
"You're going to stop?" I asked.
"That's correct," Cody said. "I will stop immediately and ask you to confirm what you said. If you repeat your safe word, I will ask if you want to take a break and then continue, or you want to stop altogether. It will be your choice.
"If you repeat your safe word at least three times in a row, I will take that to mean that you want to stop immediately and have all your restraints removed. Do you understand that?"
"Yes," I answered, feeling less and less sure about this.
Cody was not satisfied. "Please explain it back to me."
I went through the various scenarios, and Cody was satisfied that we both understood similarly. He then went on to the next thing. There sure seem to be a lot of rules. I suppose that's a good thing.
"Lastly," Cody said as much to the crowd as to me, "When we are through, whether it's because I have decided you've had enough, or you've decided you've had enough, we are going to remove all the restraints and devices. You are going to get in whatever position is comfortable for you, and then you and I are going to talk privately."
"Talk?" I asked.
"Yes, this is the most important thing," Cody declared. "If you want to have Chan or someone present, that is fine. But you are going to have a lot of emotions competing for attention in your beautiful head, especially because this is your first time.
"You need to talk out what you're feeling. We can compare how I think your experience felt as opposed to how you think it went. There may be things that you really liked. There may be things you absolutely hated.
"Even after several years of doing this with my husband, we talk after every session. Our talks usually end with both of us in tears, or at least misty-eyed, feeling like we've grown ever closer to each other," Cody explained.
Chan challenged Cody in a rather abrupt tone. "How can beating someone make you closer to them?"
"It's not that beating Victor brings us closer, sweet baby," Cody explained patiently and quietly. "It's that going through a very intense experience like this causes both of us to let down our guard, our filters, our masks. We are our most authentic selves because we don't have the time or the energy to be anything else. We learn about each other's instincts.
"I think I know my husband very well. But every time we have an intense session I learn more about him. And we learn more thoroughly how we trigger each other. I love Victor more and more, every time I see his true self.
"Sometimes we are both embarrassed by the way we react to situations. We have to remind ourselves that embarrassment is really self-judgment. You get embarrassed when you think or do something that part of your brain is telling you is wrong. But, when it comes to consensual sex and relationships, there is no `wrong.' There is only `true.'"
Cody turned to me. "Some people laugh when they feel the sting of the crop. Some people cry. One man who was very eager to play with us pissed and shit himself at the first strike of the cane. Each man was embarrassed by their reaction, but each man revealed his truth. Accepting your truth is the ultimate empowerment. Understanding your truth is the ultimate knowledge."
Hearing that, I thought I might piss myself too. But I felt strangely compelled to go through with this experience. I told Cody that I was ready to proceed.
Now I just had to convince myself.