Sling Surprise

Sling Surprise

by Mudcub

stories@mudcub.com

I was at the baths - I hang out there every Friday night lately. Round about ten or so, things start to pick up. I can usually hook up with five or six guys I know before I have to go home to bed. It's a strange sort of friendship to have "bathhouse buddies", but I like it. I only know their first names, and fuck them on an infrequent basis, but it sure keeps everything cordial.

I was getting my dick sucked in a side room that night. I don't remember which guy was doing it. I think it was Bill. he loves sucking dick, and can do it for hours. He doesn't mind if I shoot or not, and he doesn't mind if I cum in his mouth. He loves it, and I love trying to hold off as long as I can until I reward him with some cum for a job well done. So, I was a about halfway through a really good blowjob when my friend Dave came into the room.

"Hey asshole!" He said jokingly "You gotta come over here."

Dave's always busting my chops. I only let him get away with it because he's a top like I am.

I didn't miss a stroke, and kept face-fucking Bill who was kneeling on the floor in front me. "Yeah? What is it?"

Dave just disappeared out the door, "No, you gotta come see!"

Well, I'm not usually one to stop a world-class cocksucker, but I pulled my dick out of Bill's mouth. A strand of saliva connected the head of my dick to his lips. I shoved my dick back into my jeans and turned around.

"Thank You Sir!" said Bill as I walked out the door.

The hallways were pitch-black as usually, but I heard Dave's voice from a room a few doors down - "Yeah, fuck him!" - as well as the sound of some grunting and the wet slapping sound that unmistakably means there's some fucking going on.

I turned the corner and saw a couple guys, maybe three or four. Dave was there with his dick out, and he was stroking it semi-hard, as were the other two guys. They were all watching the action at the far side of the room. A fourth guy was dressed from head to toe in leather. All I could see was his large well built back and shoulders, but I could tell he was fucking the guy in the sling. I watched him pound his leather-covered ass repeatedly into the guy, bucking harder and harder, as if he was close to shooting.

The guy in the sling was certainly a lucky man, getting the shit fucked out of him by a hot leatherman. I moved a few steps the left to see who it was, and was surprised by what I saw. The man in the sling looked more like a black UPS package than a human being. He was tied up in what looked like a straightjacket under a sleepsack. A leather hood covered his whole head except for two nose holes. His arms were bound tight to his chest, and his legs were spread apart. Tons of rope wound around and around the guy's legs, securing them firmly to the chains of the sling. He was wearing a leather jock under chaps with boots, so basically the only skin that was exposed was the guy's asshole. All other skin: legs, chest, arms, feet, was encased in several layers of leather and securely tied to the sling. A dozen leather belts wound around his body, making him look like a leather caterpillar in a cocoon.

It was about midnight by that time, and the poor guy must have been in the sling for a few hours already, judging by the wet pool of cum and piss that was on the floor underneath the sling. It must have taken a few hours just to get the guy into that position. And it didn't look like he would be getting out anytime soon.

The leather Top was pounding faster and faster, grabbing roughly to the legs tied to the chains, and trying to stuff his dick in that ass as far as it could go. Hard and fast, that's a good motto - I didn't think he could last very much longer. But woe to the hole that was taking all that abuse.

"Like it?" asked Dave, now completely hard.

"Yeah," I said, starting to get hard myself, "Who the hell is it?"

"Lenny", said Dave.

Ah, Lenny. He was a real nice guy, and complete pig. I hadn't seen him around the baths for a few months, but when I knew him, he was an insatiable bottom with a really big hole for fisting. Damn, Lenny liked to be hurt, the pig was up for anything. I could see how he got himself into that position in the sling.

"Wow," I said, "How long has he been in there?"

"A few hours," said Dave. "Everyone's already had a turn. you want a go?"

Hell yeah. I could tell it wouldn't be long before the leatherman before me was done. And I didn't mind sloppy seconds. Sure enough, at that moment, the leather guy slammed deep into the sling pig with a hard thrust, hard enough to push the sling half-way up the wall. With a loud yell, the Top came, "FFFFUUUUUCK!"

He was a talented Top, and kept thrusting even after he came, pushing his cum up the slave's ass, even ass most of it spurted out his hole and onto the sticky floor. It was a damn fine performance, and I said so.

"Fuck man, that was hot!"

The leatherman just pulled his dick out and turned around, not even sticking it back into his leather pants. "Thanks, man". He wiped his hand off on the pig's leather-bound stomach and turned to me. "Your turn, man."

I shucked off my jeans, and found a dry spot in the corner to put them. "Thanks guy."

I turned to Dave, as the other two guys followed the leather master out the door and we were left alone in the sling room. "So what's the deal with Lenny tonight?"

Dave smiled, "The bastard just turned 40 today. And this was his fantasy."

"He wanted to be fucked by as many guys as possible in one night," Dave continued as I stripped completely naked. "Fucked raw, punched, slapped. Basically do anything you want. Lenny won't complain!"

We looked that the mummified leather creature in the sling. "It looks like he can't complain," I said.

"Yeah," said Dave, "that's his trip. He's gagged under there, with earplugs too." He walked over to the sling and gave it a shove. "Well, I gotta go. Have fun, and see you in an hour or so."

With that Dave walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

All of a sudden the room was quiet - I couldn't even hear the noise from the other rooms or the hallway. There was just me and the guy in the sling.

"Mmmph!" said Lenny.

I guess it was kind of a greeting. I bet he knew that the previous guy had just cum in him - I bet he could still feel the slime oozing out of his hole. And I bet he knew that a new guy was ready to step up to the plate with his bat.

I had never fucked Lenny before, but I heard he was into fisting. And his hole looked wide enough to accommodate my fist, really wide open and gaping. I swear I could see right into that rosebud, even in the dim light of the room.

I decided to do some fucking first. I have a pretty good sized dick. I used to say, "Nobody's complained" until recently when I fucked a few guys - and they complained. It was too big. Well, Lenny wasn't going to complain. First of all, he was wide open enough to take me. And furthermore, with that gag, he wasn't going to say anything.

I went over to my jeans and got out a condom. Hell, I was going to be safe, even if those other guys weren't. Plus, it would make me last longer. I knew that this fuck was going to take a while. Give old Lenny the ride of his life.

I slammed in with one motion. I knew that would get his attention. I heard him yell, "Wooomph!" behind the gag and leather hood. Lenny's hole had started to close up in the few minutes I gave him to rest. And my dick had just opened that up again.

I didn't move for a few minutes. Lenny was still yelling, "Mmph! Mmph" in the gag and wriggling around. Oh god it felt good. I mean, I wasn't moving at all, but the wriggling felt like Lenny was milking my cock. Not that he was moving very much, but enough to make the sling move a little. And the feeling was divine.

After a few minutes, Lenny settled down, and stopped moving. I could even hear him wimpering a little in the gag. I guess he had decided to relax and take it. Well, I'm a mean fucker. I don't let any boy just relax and ignore me. I was going to make sure that Lenny would feel and remember every minute of this fuck.

I started slowly, pistoning in and out. Damn that was nice. Lenny was a little loose, but after a few hours in the sling and a dozen or so guys, his hole has a reason to be slack. But this was too slack, and I wasn't getting the suction I was hoping for.

So I punched him in the balls.

Oh yeah, that got his attention. Lenny went from sleeping to a loud yell. If the belts weren't on him tightly I swear he would have jumped out of the sling. He popped up, and then rammed down on my dick, yelling the whole time. Fuck yeah. There were a few seconds of rebounds, and Lenny's hole tightening up again on my dick.

Wow. This was a fun game! I fucked for a few more strokes, the felt Lenny's hole get loose. So, I punched him again, this time hard in the stomach. "Ooof" went the mummified hood. Yeah, that didn't get as good of a reaction as the balls, so I slammed my fist into the jockstrap again.

Lenny was wearing something under the jockstrap - a chastity device maybe. All I know is that it felt like his dick was in the metal tube and couldn't get hard. But those balls were free, and almost hanging out of the jockstrap. Partly for fun, but mostly for the "rebound pleasure" it gave me as Lenny clenched tighter and tighter, I started to punch those balls repeatedly.

I got up a rhythm, almost like a boxer at a punching bag. I found that I could shove my dick in as hard as I could, then as I pulled out, I could get a swipe at the ballsack. This made the pucker tight again, which felt like heaven as I slammed my dick back all the way in.

This lasted for a half hour, I think. I found that I was lasting a long time, what with the condom and concentrating on getting a good ball punch at the top of every stroke. It was hard work, but rewarding. Lenny's yells from inside the hood got fainter and fainter until I decided that game should change.

I pulled out my dick, and added some more slop to the puddle on the floor. Good thing that Lenny had cleaned out before his wild evening. I hope he was having fun and that it was meeting his expectations. I knew that he loved fisting, so I decided to do that next.

I didn't have any gloves. Or for that matter, any lube. So, I scooped up some of the mucus that was on the floor and fed it right back into Lenny's hole. With a few twists if my hand, I had four fingers in, running them around and around Lenny's rectum, trying to loosen it up. He was loose from the fucking, but not that loose.

Ah, what the hell. I thought he was ready, or at the very least, I was ready. I stood up, braced my legs wide apart, and pushed.

"Mgaagh!" Lenny said. Wow, like punching his balls, Lenny's ass tried to clamp down right before I shoved my hand in. but the hole was too worn out to stop me. My fist went right up, past the entrance, and right into the second sphincter. I had never punch fucked a guy before, and I thought this was a good time to try it.

Lenny started to do the "flopping fish" think again. But I couldn't see any blood, my hand went in really easy, and I didn't think I was hurting the guy, so I left him twitch and yell until he settled down. When things got quiet, I formed my hand into a fist.

Things got real quiet. I thought Lenny was having a good time - that he was into that "slave space" where he just concentrated on trying to relax. Or maybe he has passed out. I could see his chest moving a little under the leather straightjacket so I knew he was breathing. So I thought we should continue.

I tried to pull my fist out. That got a low moan from Lenny. And it almost worked. his hole almost let me out again. So I repeated the procedure again and again. Push in hard, and then pull out against the fist. I've done this before to boys, and it's like fucking them from the inside out. The rectum is really good at clenching down to keep things from going in. But having a fist pull itself out - well it was a tug-of-war that Lenny was losing.

I started to hear sexual moans from inside Lenny's hood, so I thought he was ready. And with a strong tug, my fist came out. And right away, before the hole could close, I shoved it right in. Oh god this was fun. Out and then in. After a while, Lenny's hole didn't even try to close around my fist. It was like a big gaping pit oozing slick spit. A pink cesspool grabbing onto my hand and then letting it go.

I was starting to get hard again. So, I started to jack off my dick in the rubber, while letting my hand stay inside for a while. Plus, my bicep was getting tired. punch fucking is hard work. So, I decided to go for depth. I rubbed my dick harder and harder, and increased the pressure, pushing the sling back.

This is fun for some fisting bottoms. The weight of their body tries to pull the sling down, sliding themselves deeper and deeper. It's like being impaled. And Lenny was no exception. His hole opened right up, and I wriggled my way right to the elbow. Man this was hot, a helpless leather-mummified bottom just swallowing up my hand. I started to feel like I was going to shoot, and felt the warmth of my forearm in Lenny's ass compared to the building feeling of an orgasm, and I wanted to cum, and I thought it was time, and I shot.

. just as Lenny walked in.

My fist is in Lenny, and Lenny pops his head inside the door. "Hi guy!" he said.

I turned around, my hand still buried deep inside Lenny. No wait,. well, I guess it was deep inside somebody.

"What? Huh?" I stammered, "Oh god, Lenny!" I looked at the leather figure I had been abusing, "Um, I thought this was you."

"What?" said Lenny.

"Um," I said, pulling my hand roughly out of the guy. "Ah, nothing."

"Oh," he said, "who do you got there?"

I grabbed my shirt and jeans from the corner and hurriedly put them on. "Ah, he's nobody."

Then I had an idea, one that I'm a little ashamed of. Lenny was starting to close the door when I yanked it open again. "C'mere."

I took Lenny over to the sling. He was rubbing his crotch. "You can have him for an hour or so," I said. "Do anything you want to him. he's a real fisting pig."

Lenny grinned at me. "Fuck yeah!" and started pulling his dick out.

I walked out the door and called over my shoulder, "And he loved to have his balls pounded!"

I found out the rest of the story the week after. I had gone over to Dave's apartment, only to find a "For Rent" sign outside. Dave wasn't there. Dave had a great apartment in an old building, but told me he was getting evicted soon for not paying rent. That explained Dave's absence, but not really.

Dave and the landlord had been fighting, and the guy actually chased Dave down the street. Dave had told me that the guy was harassing him. The landlord had been trying to catch Dave at work, and actually had followed him around town that Friday. When Dave went into the baths, the landlord went in - paid the entrance fee, and went to find him.

Then rest was revenge, pure and simple. In the dark hallway, Dave jumped him, and trussed him up. I bet it was hard work getting the landlord into all that leather and into the sling, but it was probably a lot of fun for Dave. Dave left all that leather behind - and simply went back home that Friday night to clear out his apartment before being evicted. The police said he also cleared out the landlord's apartment while the poor guy was tied up in the sling.

Do I feel bad for what I did? I mean, I contributed to that poor guy's torture. The answer is no. The landlord's name was Theo, and I see him just about every Friday lately. He's one of my "bathhouse buddies", and I think he's learned his lesson not to evict a vengeful leather queen.