i am not sure whether it is really necessary to include disclaimers. This account gives as accurate description as possible of a real situation from my life. For this reason, i have excluded or changed the names of people and places. If you like what you read, please don't hesitate to write me and let me know. But this is not an advertisement for goods or services ;-)
Copyright 2010 randy pugnax
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It an ordinary Sunday night. i had gotten as much errand running, exercise and goof-off activities in as possible, had made my peace with what i had managed to do in the week-end, and was trying to get into shut-down mode and get to sleep on time. But because i had slept in both mornings, I wasn't feeling tired. i logged on to both of the SM cruising sites where i have accounts, and noticed a cool profile i didn't remember seeing before. I sent him a message:
slutboy: Hello, Sir :)
quoniam: hey
slutboy: My code here is: 5612
quoniam: very cute, do you have msn or skype
slutboy: Thanks :) Yes i have MSN - leatherslave@email.ro
quoniam: ok
A few minutes later we were connected on MSN. He had me turn on my webcam. Asked for photos, and i sent him some. He asked for more, and i told him i had another profile on the Web site where we had met, gave him the code. He responded with a link to photos of him, and I found him very handsome indeed. Tall, dirty blond hair, muscles in all the right places, handsome in the face. i told him i found him very handsome, and he had me turn on my webcam. A couple of questions about my experience in submission, and then he had me strip completely, stand up, and show myself off. He told me he liked me, and i was so happy! Told me he liked to have a boy naked and do exhibitionist stuff. i said that was no problem. He asked me if i was a shaved boy, and i told him i had just recently removed the hair from my butt with a depilatory cream, and shaved my balls regularly. He asked if i ever shaved my whole body - i said not often, that i though my boyfriend would find that weird. He said it was really too bad, that i would be hot that way.
He said he wanted me to come over to his place, that he would meet me in the entryway and have me take my clothes off, then climb up the service stairs to his apartment on the 8th floor. i said OK. Then he said he wanted me to come over that night. Since he lives in a suburb (i live in a major urban centre) the obvious question was how to work it out so i could get to him, spend some time, and still get home via public transport. He knew more about the various ways of getting to his place, so he did a bunch of research and told me how to proceed.
i asked him how i should dress, whether he had any particular fetishes. Told him that my partner's pleasure was very important to me, so i would be willing to satisfy any number of fetishes, as long as it wasn't dirty, and remained safe, in terms of disease transmission. He said it didn't matter much because i wouldn't have my clothes on for very long, but to wear a thong under my jeans, a sweater and scarf. i was initially worried about not being warm enough (the temperature was around freezing, and there was snow on the ground) but then he said he would come pick me up at the train station. Described his car, and told me to get in without speaking, and not to look at him. i was to keep my head down and not speak except to answer questions. i said Yes Sir and he asked for my phone number.
He also asked what i had in terms of leather and bondage equipment. i gave him a summary and he said to bring a selection with me, that he liked trying things out. i asked if it was OK with him if i used poppers and he said yes. i chose a leather restraint which buckles the victim's hands behind his back, and attaches to a collar on the neck, a small buttplug, a big dildo, condoms, rubber gloves and a fresh bottle of poppers. He told me what time the commuter train would arrive, and that he would call me while i was on the way to make sure it was OK. i said Yes sir and that i thought i had better get going.
i left my apartment with an energised happy feeling and ran to the subway station. i got there three minutes before the next train, just perfect. It was cold in the station, but i didn't mind. i got to the commuter station on time, bought a round-trip ticket and got on the next train bound for the guy's suburb. There weren't many people in the train, and most of them men. i couldn't help but have sexual wonderings about them, i was so excited. i realised i needed to pee, but there was no restroom on the train. Right on time, i got a call from a masked number. We had a bad connection but i said i was on my way, about four stations out. Then the connection dropped and he didn't call back.
Getting out into the countryside, the buildings got smaller and less frequent. i noted happily that the office building where i work was situated just next to one of the stations where we stopped. The train finally arrived at the right station and i got out. There was snow on the ground out here, too, and it was cold enough to keep going. i let the other passengers get by me and clear the platform, then took advantage of the empty station and peed onto the tracks. When i got down to the street level, i saw a car meeting the description i had been given, and got in. The seats had heated buttwarmers, and it felt so good! i put on the seat belt on we drove off.
The guy didn't speak for a moment, but i could feel that he was taller than me. His car was a nice one, and he drove it well, which was kind of a turnon in itself. He said i had an accent. i said i was from another country. His apartment building wasn't far, and when we pulled into the garage, he told me to get out and follow him. He had told me earlier that he would take all my clothes and leave me locked in his storage space in the basement, while he parked the car. But when we got to the storage locker, he didn't seem to have the right key. So he had me strip in the stairwell and wait for him there. It was cold, but he told me i would be warmer once upstairs. Then he left me there, naked except for my tennis shoes.
He was gone, for i don't know... three or five minutes? My nuts had practically disappeared into my body and my dick was looking about an inch long. When he came back, i dared to look into his face, and saw that he was cuter than his photos and had a nice smile. "Up you go," he said "eight flights up," then walked away and let the door close.
This was not the first time i had been asked to get naked in a stairwell, but it was the first time i was to pass so many inhabited floors in a strange place. i took the stairs pretty quickly, being attentive to the noises above and below. Sometimes i could hear arguments or a TV in the apartments, but there was no sign of comings or goings. i wondered if it was really "eight flights up" because earlier the man had told me he lived on the 8th floor, and since i had started in the basement, it was really nine flights up. The eighth turned out to be the last floor, so I stopped there, still in the stairwell, without opening the door to the residential landing. That way i could hear it if the door opened on the 7th floor.
i heard the sound of the elevator. The door came creaking open and it was... him! He told me to come inside.
i followed him into a nice apartment. He told me to have a seat, asked if i smoked. i said sometimes. He asked what i would like to drink? Beer? Wine? i asked what he was having and he opened two beers for us. He started asking me questions about myself and i asked if i could have a cigarette. He lit one for me and i started to relax. i told him a little about my history with SM and submission, how it had started with spanking, then obedience, then bondage, and finally everything short of outright human slavery.
After a while, he came round the bar, and kept talking to me, while i was naked and perched on his barstool. Have i mentioned that he was tall and handsome? It wasn't cold in the apartment, but i could feel the warmth of his body through his clothes. He stood a little closer to me, smoking his cigarette, and i spread my legs a little more. i could see that he had some kind of piercing in his tongue, probably a barbell, with white balls on each end. Then he blew out some smoke and leaned over to kiss me with his big, soft mouth. Yes, definitely a barbell. He fondled my nipples at the same time. They are not very sensitite sexually, but he seemed to like it, and that made me happy. He told me he used to be a lifeguard, and I said it was a wild coincidence, that I had too. He was so handsome there in his jeans and cashmere sweater. I don't know what cologne he had on, but it made me want to inhale over and over again.
After another minute or so of making out, he told me to take my shoes and socks off and to get down on all fours on the rug. He came over to me and started touching me all over. He gave me a few slaps on the ass. First some light ones, but every now and again a really hard one. i instantly regretted mentioning spanking. In fact it doesn't turn me on anymore, but i am willing to put up with it for my partner's sake. Then he started fingering my butt. First with spit from my own mouth (he forced his finger in), then with some lube. Then i felt something cold and sharp. i later reaslised it was the small buttplug i had brought. He put it all the way in. Then he started playing with my balls and dick. i was not very turned on physically - mostly scared - but having a good time. He put some kind of cockring that closed with a snap around my dick and balls. It was hard to get it on and adjusted correctly, but after a few minutes it was in place. Then he kept spanking me... ouch! Then he put some kind of collar on my neck, thinner than the set I had brought with me. I felt like his little bitch there, naked on the rug.
He walked away, came back, and then i felt the cool sensation of lube descending on my boybutthole. He held something up against my crack, something big. At first i thought it might have been the dildo i brought, but it was too smooth for that. He pushed and pushed and... in it went! i thought it might be a series of balls, and a quick glance behind me confirmed this, because i could see the others dangling out of my butt. He pulled the ball out and i moaned the whole time. Then put it back in. Then out again. i had never had this done to me before, and i can tell you, it's a pretty helpless feeling. Then he put one in, and another one. After a while, i lost track of what was in and what was out. Finally though, it got to a point where i really was not sure my butt was going to open to take what was pushing at the back door. I whined out loud. He said "it's the last one, do you want it??" i said "i dunno..." But he kept going. i thought this would all be easier with some poppers, but didn't dare to interrupt him. Somehow, it finally went in, and he played with my tits for a bit.
A few minutes later, he started pulling the balls out, one by one. Plop! Plopp! I was afraid I might spew some buttjuice or crap on his rug, but I guess I didn't. Then he must have had a few puffs on his cigarette or something. He put the buttplug back in, and had me kneel in front of him. Then he pushed my face up to his crotch, and i felt the enormous hard surface produced by his dick. He unbuttoned his fly to reveal his cool smooth white underpants and the amazing dick underneath. i honestly had not realised that he was so well endowed... perhaps his height made it look smaller in the pictures? But it was big, of an even thickness, and fully erect. He let me sniff around the edges and lick. Then i was allowed to take the head in my mouth. Nice!! "Thank You, Sir!" i said sincerely. He patted me on the head. Then i got to taste his huge balls, shaved smooth of their blond hair. i was in heaven.
The man told me to get back on all fours, and walked away. When he came back, he tied a soft scarf (more cashemere?) around my eyes. i couldn't see a thing. Then more cold lube on my dialated butthole, and finally the familiar feeling of the big dildo i had brought with me. He left it in and spanked it some more. Apparently he got a real sadistic pleasure out of the spanking, because he kept doing it in the same place (which is more painful) and would continue until i wailed with pain. The dildo had been slowly slipping out, and he took it out the whole way. Then i noticed a familiar smell and realised he was holding the bottle of poppers in front of my nose. I took several snorts, and figured he was going to invade my butt again. But instead he had me stand up. i was completely disoriented and couldn't see a thing, but he had me walk forward with him steering from behind. After some time staggering and turning in the dark, i finally arrived at a bed, onto which he pushed me, leaving my butt up. In went the dildo again, then out, then in again. He told me to roll over and suddenly i had that amazing dick in my mouth again, yum! Then he lifted my legs in the air and pushed his dick into my fully dialated ass. i could feel the slick feeling of a rubber, and we had agreed earlier only to have "safer sex." It was awesome. i felt like his bitch, and i loved feeling that way. He fucked me upside down, sideways, then on my stomach, which is my favourite position.
After another minute or so of fucking, he pulled out, and took off the condom. Then i had his dick in my mouth again, and he was jamming the dildo in and out of my ass while fucking my face with his amazing dick. This went on for a minute and then he suddenly stopped. He said "sorry, but if you're going to make your train, you'd better get going." i was glad he was able to manage the time so well, because a taxi home would have been awfully expensive.
i breathed a few sighs alone on the bed, then got up and started gathering my things. He told me I had better finish my beer too. I got the buttplug and the big dildo back into the plastic bags I use for protection, and put them back in the sack. He told me where he had put my clothes, and I got dressed: thong, jeans, t-shirt, sweater. Finally i was all ready, and we left his apartment. He called the elevator, and there he was again all tall, handsome and smelling good in his clothes. i leaned over and kissed his chest through the cashmere sweater a few times. Then the elevator came and we went down.
Back in his car, i was happy and comfortable in the leather seats. A little disappointed that my guy had not had an orgasm, but he seemed OK with it. When we got to the station, he said i could wait a bit in his car so as not to be too cold. He asked me about my other submissive experiences, and i told him about them, while smoking another of his cigarettes. Then he said it would take me several minutes to get down onto the platform, and that i had better get going. i thanked him again, and he leaned over and kissed me on the mouth, telling me i could come back sometime. i said i certainly hoped to. He said we could stay in touch via MSN.
The train was late and it was cold outside on the platform but i didn't mind. We had figured incorrectly about how many times i would have to change, so i was not at all sure i would make it all the way home without having to take a cab... but i just made the last subway train on my line. i stopped at McDonald's to put something in my stomach before going to bed, and made sure the alarm was set for Monday morning.