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Chapter 7
However this evening would end, it would end in the next hour. That's how much time Pook had left on the clock. I really didn't think I'd be able to endure whatever he had in mind for me. After electro shocks on my cock and up my ass, and then getting fucked with clothespins clipped to my cock and balls, I couldn't imagine what else he could dream up. But I was determined to beat him. So far, he had failed to make me cum.
Although my hands were still bound to the headboard, he turned me over on my back and took off the blindfold. It was the first time I'd seen his face since he was in control and he had a look that I couldn't read. What was he thinking?
I'm now flat on my back with my hands tied to the headboard above me. I'm completely exposed and vulnerable. Still nude, and with his shaft looking like it was ready to explode, he climbed over me and placed one knee on each side of me. He gripped my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "This is how it's going down: In my car I have a sounding rod that I will use on you whether you like it or not. But there's one thing you can do to keep that from happening."
Sounding was NOT something that I had tried or had any interest in. As he witnessed that evening, I had a high level of tolerance for kink and pain, but sounding scared the living shit out of me. Without hesitation I asked, "What is it, I'll do anything. I DON'T want to get sounded.....Sir." Pook shifted slightly and responded earnestly, "Look Pete, I loved everything we've done together tonight. We are both worthy competitors and I believe we proven that to each other. But what I really want is for you to fuck me for as long as we both can take it. Having your dick up my hole is what I've been fantasizing about since I met you, and now that I've seen what a monster cock you have, I wouldn't forgive myself for not taking the opportunity to have you fuck me long and hard. So here's how I'm spending my final hour....You're going to fuck me for 60 minutes. But there's one condition. If you pull out of my hole, OR if either of us cums, I'm going to sound you. How you fuck me is entirely up to you, but your dick is in my hole for a full 60 minutes".
I almost wept when he gave me that ultimatum. As the night was progressing, I LOVED showing him how to be a man and proving what a man I was, but I secretly just wanted to fuck him. The intimacy we were sharing was having an impact on me. After our CrossFit mating dance, and now tonight, I felt closer to him than anyone in a long time. And fucking him for a full hour would be a dream come true.
But not without its challenges. Both our cocks had been hard as steel for the past 2+ hours and had probably produced more cum that evening than the last month put together. To fuck him for an hour without either of us cumming was likely to be the most challenging battle of the night. But we had both endured more than we thought we could. This would our final competition.
I was resolute and certain in my response: "You're on Pook. I fuck you for 60 minutes straight without either of us cumming. If I pull out, or one of us cums, you get to sound me. If we make it, we both get to cum."
He smiled, reached over to give me a warm kiss and simultaneously untied my hands and said: "We're on stud."
In CrossFit when you're given a particularly long and challenging workout, you're taught to break it into segments, each alone of which should be manageable. Your goal is to concentrate only on the current segment and forget about the workout in its entirety. Just count reps of the movement you're in; when you finish, proceed to the next movement and start counting all over again. That's how I decided to make it through the next hour. I'd break it up into 15 minute segments; and in each one I'd fuck Pook in a different position. My guess was that changing it up would help make sure we didn't get carried away in one position and....cum. All we'd have to do was enjoy the 15 minute segment we were in....just not too much.
Where to start? That was an easy one: Doggy style. Pook had already set up his iPhone with a large numerical timer set to 60 minutes. All we had to do was hit start and the hour countdown would commence. I looked at the timer, then at Pook and ordered firmly, "On your hands and knees, facing the headboard." He looked at me with a look of longing that I'd not seen before and immediately got into position. He was starving for my cock.
Once he was in position, I coated my dick with lube to keep it slippery. Too much friction would be dangerous this early in the hour. Kneeling behind him, I leaned over to the table and put my hand on the iPhone. Before I hit start, I said in his ear, "Ready Pook?"
He replied, "Ready, Sir."
I hit start to commence the countdown and immediately slid my steel rod into his hole. Having been loosened nicely about an hour earlier from my prostate massage edging, my meat was met with just the right amount of resistance. Right in, but not sloppy. Entering, it felt like his hole had been waiting for my cock all its life and wanted me to know that. It was a wonderfully warm welcome. My cock was telling my brain that it doesn't get any better than this. The only outcome is to cum. But I knew I had 59 minutes before that could happen and I'd have to find a way to make it until then. He groaned softly to let me know he was enjoying this as much as me, possibly more. I heard him whisper, "Thank you Daddy."
I consciencely began a pumping rhythm I could manage. In, hold for :30. Halfway out, hold for :30. Repeat. There was a second hand on the timer so I could be precise about the timing. One minute per cycle. I'd never fucked anyone like this before and it was amazing. It gave you time to really think about what you were doing and the person you were doing it to. After pushing in as far as I could go, I would gaze at Pook's broad shoulders, perfectly V-shaped back, bulked-up arms, narrow waist, and tight, tight ass. Usually when you fuck, you're so caught up in pounding you don't stop to appreciate the person you're hammering. But this wasn't just anyone, this was Pook. And his 60-minute challenge gave me an opportunity to appreciate him in a way I never would've anticipated.
After several of the thrusts, I noticed we were already down to 46 minutes, one minute away from completing Segment 1. My by-the-minute pumping strategy had worked, at least it got me through the first segment without cumming or pulling out. And just as importantly, I got to reflect on this worthy competitor named Pook in a way I wouldn't have otherwise. I was the winner for that.
I announced to Pook that we had made it 15 minutes successfully. I felt his hole tighten around my cock, assumingly in gratitude. I moaned loudly and admonished him to be careful. Any more manhole grips like that would send me into orbit.
Without saying anything, and keeping my dick firmly up his hole, I gently guided him to lie on his right side, with me immediately behind him on my right side. One of my favorite positions for fucking is spooning. It's warm and tender, and the top has a free hand to explore his bottom. I'd have 15 minutes of just this and I wanted to use it wisely. I had my right arm under the crook of his neck and bent back toward me to embrace him by the shoulders. My left hand was free for whatever I wanted. I started with his right tit with a slight pinch of my thumb and forefinger and found it was as hard as a tack. He moaned loudly and reminded me to be careful...his tits were hardwired to his cock and he could lose control if I played too hard. But damn that tit felt nice. I gently brushed my fingers over it and then more tenderly continued to pinch and caress both of them. Back and forth from left to right. It was having the desired effect because the sweat was beading up on his shiny bald head and neck. I so enjoyed this torture. All while caressing his nipples I was slowly pumping him from behind, grinding my meat into him, but his attention was definitely on his titties.
About 10 minutes of Segment 2 had passed and I went in for the prize. Pook had an amazing 10+" granite-like cock. I had deep throated him earlier, but now I got to jerk him off while pumping him from behind. I tightened my embrace with my right arm and let my left hand travel slowly down his dripping wet torso. I rubbed his sweaty stomach and thoroughly enjoyed concentrating on his hard-as-marble statuary. But his huge cock was there, waiting for my left hand and I couldn't stop myself. I reached down and firmly grabbed his member, held it tight, and squeezed. I felt his body tighten and go rigid. He whimpered, "Oh, Daddy. Oh, Daddy." The guy makes me weak in the knees. I wanted to squeeze the dick right off him to remind him who was in charge, but his soft pleading persuaded me loosen my grip and simply slide my cupped fist up and down his shaft. As I did that he sighed loudly and pressed his ass even further up my shaft. I found a new rhythm now....grinding my cock into him as deeply as I could from the back while simultaneously jerking him off at the same pace. It was pure heaven. And like earlier, it became such a mindless pleasure that I allowed myself to contemplate this godlike creature I was fucking. All his years of squats, pullups, and barbells turned him into a man of steel. His skin was pulled tautly over his hard muscles. I'm sure he was no more than 10% body fat. And I was reaping the benefits. All of this hardness was mine to do with what I wanted. I could've gone on forever, but I was getting close again and thankfully it was time for Segment 3. I'd need a different strategy for this one.
"Pook, listen carefully. I'm going to slide under you on my back and you're going to swing your right leg over my head so you straddle me with my cock up your hole. Don't let me pull out. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," came his reply. "I can handle that, no problem."
With that, I pushed my cock extra deep into him to ensure I didn't accidentally pull out and slid under him. Being the great athlete he was, he deftly swung his right leg over my head and squatted right down on my cock. Good thing he'd done hundreds of squats over the years because he was going to be in this position for the next 15 minutes. But this was going to be even more difficult for me. My dick was so far up him I wanted nothing more than to shoot. He felt so good so fast that I involuntarily started thrusting. I knew if I kept that up I'd shoot my load in a matter of minutes. I needed to do something to get my mind off my balls and cock, and fast. I quickly figured it out.
"Pook, grab the tit clamps and chain and get them on my nipples "fast", I ordered. He looked a little confused as he sensed my urgency, so I repeated, louder than before, "FAST". He reached over without pulling off me, scooped them up and quickly clamped my right tit, then my left. When I used the clamps on Pook earlier, I had slowly increased the tension throughout his torture session. It's easier and more sensual to endure the pain when the clamps are tightened gradually. On my orders, he clamped them on me, no mercy, at the high pressure setting we had left them at. The pain was 75% excruciating and 25% exquisite, but it served its purpose. My focus shifted from my cock and balls to my nipples, which now felt like they were on fire.
I closed my eyes, took several deep breaths and let the pain take me away. Like Pook, there's a wire that connects my nips to my cock and I knew as soon as the intense pain subsided, that wire would be activated. After the worst of the agony subsided, I opened my eyes and found Pook staring intensely down at me. I could see the struggle he was enduring as well. The pleasure on his face from my cock driving into his gut was hard to describe. But the giveaway was the faucet of precum oozing from the tip of his cock. I lowered my chin into my chest and found myself nearly face-to-cock with his glorious 10+ inch granite column, that, at this moment, looked like a firehose in slow motion. His pleasure made my pain bearable. In fact, I would've cheerfully endured my current suffering and much more just to bear witness his rapture.
Only one thing could make this moment better. I whispered, "Pook, feed me your precum".
He replied "Oh yeah, Daddy".
And with that he took his right index and middle finger, scooped up the puddle that had formed on his stomach and raised it to my lips. I held out my tongue and he fed me his salty warning. It tasted even better than what I had gobbled down earlier and was a tasty preview of what was coming in just a few minutes. "Another," I begged. Using the same two fingers, this time he targeted the tip of his cock which was still dripping, ladled it onto his fingers and fed me a second time. We locked eyes. We were euphoric.
Between the sensation of urgency emanating from my cock and balls, the exquisite agony from my tits, the taste of his salty/sweet juice on my tongue, and the look of ecstasy on his face, my senses were in complete overdrive. I wasn't sure I could take any more. I looked at the clock, and we were now down to 15 minutes remaining. The final countdown...
End of Chapter 7
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