Massive Dose - Gay Encounters, Urination
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This is part 4 of this ongoing story.
This series is fiction. It will depict many different fetish themes over the subsequent chapters. If you are not interested in m/m kinky gay sex, this is not for you. If you are, get ready!
Last night Daniel did something. Something he hardly ever did - indulged in his desires.
Daniel had a side to him that he meticulously, painstakingly hid from the world, so much so that his friends even joked with him that he was Asexual.
It wasn't because he hid his secret fetish, forbidden desires, or obsession with his kinks - he hardly even discussed the bland beddings with the boring men he was constantly set up with. Daniel was taught it was crass to discuss such private things and even though he craved for someone to talk about his filthy escapades, both good and bad, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
No one, absolutely no one knew he was a total pig, a secret slut, a filthy whore whenever he had the chance.
Last night he had that chance and he mistakingly left out the evidence that Tyler discovered.
Daniel went to his favorite monthly sex party in Brooklyn. It was a night where he could indulge his wild side in person while staying anonymous. His naughty interests and the fact that he ever acted upon them would've been a secret he took to his grave had he not been so stupid - leaving his evidence in the bathroom.
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Daniel got off the subway a few blocks from the underground seedy sex club wearing his nondescript black sweat suit and started his infrequent yet meticulous routine.
First, he snuck into a hidden, dark alleyway he had come to know well.
Second, he pulled out an airplane-sized bottle of tequila from his pocket and tossed it back. He hissed at the firey taste as he recapped the empty bottle and tucking it in his bag - he may be a pig, but he wasn't a slob.
Next, the oversized hood of his sweatshirt (for extra discretion) was pushed off the black baseball cap that had been pulled as far down as it would go on his forehead. The cap followed and was shoved into his backpack that held only one thing - a nylon mask he ordered custom from a fetish website during one of his nights of solo indulgence. The cost was outlandish but it gave him the freedom of anonymity to finally experience what he wanted without fear of exposure.
It was black and stretchy. It covered his entire head, face, and neck, with only a hole for his mouth and two smaller ones for his nostrils so he could huff on the poppers that hung from a chain around his neck. The unique part of this hood was that instead of blocking his sight, it had two dark lenses sewn in for visibility. He couldn't make out distinct characteristics but he could see enough to navigate and - the most important part - no one could see, let alone recognize his bright, piercing green eyes.
If Daniel was going to indulge in his forbidden desires it had to be anonymous.
He always walked to the club with it on, not wanting to risk bumping into a familiar face on his way in or, god forbid, being recognized as he stripped out of his sweats once in the basement before passing the heavy black curtain into the maze designated for depraved sex.
He got stiff in his metal chastity cage as he felt the silky fabric stretching across his face and smelled the bitter, heady scent of dried piss and cum from the last party, and multiple drenchings from parties and encounters prior.
He loved and hated the hood. It didn't allow Daniel to feel the multiple streams of hot piss or creamy jizz he got on his knees (or other positions) for on his handsome face or in his hair that he desperately longed to feel. It did, however, provide him the discretion that was of utmost importance. A small compromise in all.
The chastity cage was a new addition after the previous month - he came too quickly while laying in the tub, getting pissed on by three different indiscernible men while barely touching his seven thick inches of circumcised meat in the saturated yellow jockstrap.
The first explosive release was unstoppable, too excited with pent-up desire. Daniel was able to push the shame away - the shame that came immediately post-ejaculation.
His second orgasm came by the eager pumping of a random fist on his wet shaft as the excitement of being penetrated orally and analy simultaneously by two strangers while another two unknown cocks blasted the connected trio with hot piss. His body convulsed from the release that also happened too early in the evening and he pushed off the two cocks spearing him at both ends and hightailed it out of there.
With his excited dick restricted he knew he'd be able to spend the entirety of the party being a depraved slut without release. Well, unless he got an expert dicking that resulted in a hands-free anal orgasm.
It worked as he had hoped and left with his weeklong load still churning in his heavy balls. Although the restriction was uncomfortable, it gave an additional thrill and deviance to the night. It also gave a visual cue that he was there to service, not be serviced. Stripped from his sweats that he neatly folded in a locker, standing there in his yellow jockstrap, combat boots, poppers chain, and hood he got a lot of attention. His broad, tall, furry, chiseled body was any submissive's dream.
Daniel's sexual energy coursed through his body for the four hours he spent, poppered up, getting soaked, drinking from multiple taps, licking and sniffing countless ripe pits and balls, and tonguing musky holes. He tasted every dick that was offered and sucked at least three to completion. Fucked by seven anonymous cocks and seeded by four, or was it five?
With his skin still damp and jock drenched in countless stranger's piss, he discreetly slipped into the changing room with his soaked hood, streaked with spunk, still securely hiding his face. He was hornier than he had ever been in his life, wishing the euphoria would last forever but knew he needed to dress and exit before the party was over and the men started to get social.
He usually rinsed off his shame before putting on his clothes and racing home to take a long overly thorough shower, scrubbing his skin until it burned. Not last night though, he was, to put it mildly, insatiable - lost in pleasure and piss. He quickly dressed in his sweats over his wet, sticky, sweaty body, and dripping jockstrap, relishing in the prolonged pleasure.
It wasn't until he slipped into the same dark alley he started his night in that he finally removed the wet hood that had gotten cold in the chilly night air. Daniel sealed his identity protector in an airtight pouch before hiding it in his backpack while waiting for his Uber to take him across the river. He stealthily walked through the lobby of his building with his head down and used the service elevator to ensure no one could get close enough to smell the traces of his secret as cum leaked from his ass.
When he got home he did what he always did to hide any evidence, stripping down the second he walked in the door. After putting his sweats directly in the washing machine he carried his bag and boots to the guest bathroom where he would lay out his socks, jockstrap, and hood to dry (not before ringing them out in his mouth for any last drops of the multiple men's piss at had absorbed.)
Normally he would shower, reluctantly washing off the shame of his depraved night along with all the smells and fluids, but last night, with no release he indulged himself and went to bed still locked and sticky, not ready to put his inner pig away. He was exhausted by the time he flopped on his king-sized mattress but that didn't stop him from curiously fingering his dripping, loosened, seeded hole, bringing his slimy digits to his mouth till he fell asleep
Maybe it was the lack of release, maybe it was the double dose of mushrooms, but the next morning he woke up without the normal pang of guilt to his surprise. The stench of dried piss, man musk, and cum that filled his nostrils was arousing. His cock strained against the metal confines secured around it in a pleasurable pain. If he didn't have his obligatory spin class he would've spent the day in his apartment, unshowered, caged, and perhaps finally trying out the new vibrating self fucking dildo he purchased to see if it would give him the handsfree orgasm he hoped for last night while his cock stayed locked.
He reluctantly released his meat from its confines, not wanting his best friend or anyone else to notice any odd shape in his tight shorts, and showered away the filth from his skin with regret.
In an act of defiance of his usual submission to societal pressures, he skipped deodorant. Although a minor act, it was a thrilling risk to expose his raunchy side. He knew he would enjoy his own musk later when he was home with the dried, rank jock draped over his face, sweaty from his spin class, and ready to spend the afternoon working out his pent-up load.
It wasn't until after he had dressed and was waiting for his French press to percolate that he became aware that his free afternoon would have a small interruption. When Daniel reached into the cabinet to take his daily microdose he saw he was down to his last two gummies.
Normally, in his typical type-A fashion, this would have never happened. He didn't account for a depleted inventory from his recent experimentation with double dosing for a little extra euphoria in social situations, like last night. With his stressful upcoming week at work and knowing his reliable service didn't deliver on Sundays, he had no choice but to make a desperate plea for a last-minute drop-off so as not to lapse. Once he was restocked, he could indulge in the naughty afternoon he was eagerly looking forward to.
Luckily he was able to secure a 2 pm delivery and he popped both gummies into his mouth, hoping they would relax his overactive mind and add to the sensations he would be inflicting upon himself later in the privacy of his bedroom.
Little did he know the chain of events that would disrupt his solo pleasure.
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