My name is Chicot (no real names here) and I play a Jester in the Society for Creative Anachronism. My day job is IT in the Air Force. I am also a submissive bottom, and this is the story of the beginning of a hot summer and fall I spent as the addicted sex slave to a satyr named Priapus. Not a real satyr obviously, but with a slim tight hairy body like a satyr, a long hot throbbing cock like a satyr – quite possibly the love of my life – the insatiable sex drive of a satyr, and the so-damn-studly sex god skills of a satyr.
We met at a SCA event, I don't remember which one or what he was playing. I just remember it was lust at first sight. That tight body with the hair tufting tantalizingly out of his poet's shirt, the lewd bulge in his in his pants, that sexy confident smirk that never left his lips – oh damn I wanted him to just fucking take me right there in front of everybody.
He was there with his ex-boyfriend Pander, though, and we somehow got our wires crossed. Turns out I was his ex's type – short, compact, muscular, naturally smooth and black-haired. He thought the chemistry in the room was meant for him and he took me home. Like I said I'm submissive, a people-pleaser. I mean, I had simultaneous affairs with both a colonel and his daughter (!) just because they wanted me to. So I went home with Pander – to be fair, he was nice, smart, funny, handsome, but just too bearish for me.
We had what I would call pleasant, polite safe sex. Nice enough to get both of us hard and both of us off, but nothing to write home about. Pander apparently enjoyed himself enough to ask if I would come by for another sex date on Friday. And of course I said yes.
I went over to Pander's place at 5:30pm on Friday, we had about a half hour of unremarkable sex. Frankly I have a gift for a mind control technique called remote influencing and I projected images of Frida Kahlo's self-portrait and handful of Boteros to turn him off and guide us to my real aim, his hot ex-boyfriend.
It worked better than expected. He asked if I wanted to go to Priapus's place for a cast party he was holding (Priapus was a set designer, Pander an actor). I don't know if hid my excitement well (I was instantly rock hard) but I got out a fake-calm "sure." If I had anything to say about it, I was going to make a world class twice-over cuckold out of Pander. That perversely made me even hornier.
At the party, Priapus was even sexier in a tight t-shirt and jeans. Such a tight body, and that bulge was even more pronounced – that smirk undeniably came from "big dick confidence." I got him alone and whispered in his ear that it was him, not Pander, I was attracted to at that event.
I said, "I tend to do what other people want, but now I want to do what I want."
"You mean like take my cock," he smirked. "Hot, let's go to the bathroom."
I was shaking with lust. Priapus led me to the bathroom, locked the door, and roughly pushed me up against the wall, kissing me hard, his enormous erection pressing against mine. Seconds later, he pulled away, unzipping his pants (no underwear!) his hard cock flopping out. Total enslaved love at first sight. Oh god, it was more beautiful than I could have imagined. Very long, and wide, tapering to a head that seemed slightly small - it looked like a fleshy missile, a granite-hard, violently pulsating missile.
I couldn't help taking it in my mouth to the root in one swift motion (I give great head – spoiler alert, I'm pretty skilled and athletic in the bedroom myself), involuntarily whimpering.
He gasped. "Oh, fuck, you hungry little bitch!"
He started fucking my no-gag throat in earnest, growling while I moaned. He pumped away like this for a couple minutes before somebody came knocking. We spent the rest of the party looking longingly at each other. I waited everybody left, tried to finish that blow job, but both of us were way too drunk. Priapus apologized and said that the rest of the week he'd be busy finishing a set with a very small crew. Maybe Friday, here's my number.
I was past hooked. That cock that had rough-fucked my throat, spent the rest of the week fucking my brain. I mean it was literally all I could think about. My co-workers all kidded me about being so spacey. I wanted it in me so bad. Fuck I had to have it bareback – not safe like Pander, or for that matter any other man. I was determined that his glorious cock be the first to fuck me bareback and breed me deep. I wanted to feel that hot raw cock sliding in me, spurting load after load deep inside my naked body. I told you, love of my my life, driving me crazy with blinding lust.
I called Priapus on Thursday, asking about Friday night. He said he didn't think so, he had to crunch to get the set done by Saturday. So Friday at 5:30pm I went to the theater to help him finish the set so he could damn well finally stick his hot raw cock in me (I didn't say that). He blushed and smiled when he saw me, and handed me a hammer. "Can use all the help we can get!"
There were other crew members there so we couldn't say anything. I don't know if anybody else on the crew noticed, but it seemed to me you could cut the sexual tension between me and Priapus with a knife.
Almost twelve hours later (!!) 5:15am the set was finished. We all headed our separate directions. Without saying a word I got in Priapus's car and he drove in unbearable silent tension, taking us back to his place.
The moment we got in the door, he pinned me to the wall in a frenzied tongue kiss. A week's worth of blinding lust and hours of building sexual tension exploded. I could feel that steely stud cock throbbing through his jeans. He pulled back and thrust hard against me. He me spun to face the wall and thrust violently against my ass three times. He turned me back around, picked my legs off the ground and thrust against my ass in suspended congress, which set me to grinding on him like a bitch in heat, which I was.
He then threw me to the floor, and started rough humping me in missionary. We went at each other like beasts, shredding our shirts, and getting our pants off a bit more unscathed. Less than five minutes after getting in the door, we were buck naked and Priapus's throbbing precum-gushing cock slid in my spit-lubed bareback virgin cunt in one aggressive stroke, missionary again.
"Oooohmiiiiigoooood...."
My eyes rolled back in my head; Priapus's cock had slid in effortlessly, and yet my ass had never felt so full. I had to have this all the time. I would use all my powers of remote influencing to get him as addicted to my cunt as I had instantly been to his raw cock. It worked almost immediately Priapus thrust involuntarily and we both cried out. It felt so good, so right – we had been hot for each other, but I never expected getting barebacked would be this delicious – I highly expected that this particular raw cock had something to do with it.
Our eyes locked, and it was like a jolt of electricity, with my ass as the socket. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and my arms around his neck and pulled his hairy, wiry body hard onto mine. He responded by pistoning brutal long, fast strokes into me with that big hard bareback cock. I moaned, my legs went flying up and I pulled them wide – this was definitely something I wanted to encourage. It was like I hadn't really had sex at all before, ever.
He clearly really liked this pistoning too – both of us were so blinded with frantic rutting lust that we sometimes forgot to breathe. God he was TAKING me so fucking HARD. Pretty quickly, he bellowed and shot a huge load – my first breeding ever – into me in a long orgasm, which made me cum seconds later. I thought the unending jets of cum were going to blast my head off, they were so violent. I was rapidly getting addicted to taking his hot loads deep in my boycunt. I babble "I have to have this all the time!!!"
Our frenzy was far from over, we went at each other like barnyard animals. All kinds of positions, ten loads in under 2 hours. I'd never been fucked so savagely for so long in my life – certainly not bareback and cum-lubed – and I couldn't have been happier, whimpering, mewling and moaning hungrily as he ravaged my body like a demon. I kept thinking he was about to cum again and then he would slow down slightly. Fucker was edging his monster cock inside me. So fucking hot.
He came even harder an hour later, fucking having a seizure on top of – and so fucking deep inside of – me. Then he started fucking me actually slow for the first time, still hard and deep, his hipbones pressing commandingly into me. His hips and raw cock were very clear in telling me Priapus now owned me, and would use my cunt any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted. I clutched at him like a beast. The answer was definitely yes.
We moved to a nearby couch. My body was taut and strained with lust for my first raw cock, my moans long and gutteral. He pressed his torso down into mine and started ramming even deeper. Pound, pound, pound, thwap thwap thwap. He forced his tongue deep into my throat, growling with lust. I responded hungrily, wrapping my tongue around his.
His hot steel hard raw cock just kept steadily battering my pussy so fucking deep, sending shudders through me. Priapus sneered; I didn't care, I was lost in lust, obsessed, begging for more of his hot pumping raw cock and massive loads. He had built up to a fast rhythm, making my toes curl. I grabbed at the cushion tensely pulling in profound cocklust, sighing, moaning and whimpering an escalating scale of "yes"es. I looked up at Priapus's lustful, almost mean grimace. Yeah, take me over, you bastard, I love it!
I reached up to touch his face -- and that was all the encouragement he needed. He fucked even harder and faster, reaching a truly fevered pitch. I happily milked his big pistoning raw cock. Oh god that cock was harder and bigger that ever, I knew he would be cumming again soon (I had lost count by this point). I could actually feel the fluids coursing though his balls.
Priapus's cock expanding pushed me over the edge, and I began milking that flesh pole in earnest. One more great stabbing lunge, and a flood of cum exploded up through his cock – it felt like the cum was blowing his dick up to its biggest width ever. Priapus roared, giving into the most intense orgasm yet (and that's saying something), throwing his whole body into spasmodic seizures as what felt like gallons of cum burst out of his cock and into my naked body. He held me tight to him, his cock pumping rope after rope of cum into me, flooding my ass even further, driving me acres further away from bareback virginity.
While absently pumping his super hot raw cock deep in my my now very open, very slutty, dripping wet hole, he suggested we take it upstairs. We didn't get that far! We found an amazing position on the stairs where he could fuck me deeper still, the deepest I've ever been fucked, and he wailed on my bareback cunt like that for hours,. I whimpered and cried like the insatiable rutting cum slut bitch he'd turned me into. He slowly plowed me all the way up the stairs, finally breeding me again when we got to the landing.
His raw cock had been in me for so many hours at this point, he finally pulled out and we walked the few extra feet into the bedroom. We kissed tenderly for a few minutes. He fingered my cummy hole, dug out a big dollop of his hot loads, and fed it to me, then exchanging the steaming hot stuff back and forth over our entwined tongues. Our cocks were once again rigid and throbbing
He laid back on the bed, a sneering godlike stud offering himself up for worship. Worship him I did, licking that taut hairy body up one side and down another, stroking that amazing cum-covered cock the whole time. Finally I couldn't help myself and started sucking him off, tasting the hot mix of cum and my ass, looking in his masterful eyes. I was so fucking totally his, hopelessly addicted to his long raw cock. I deep-throated it more passionately than I ever had any cock, which he rewarded by precumming like a fountain, which made me moan in desperate lust .
We moved into 69ing – and damn if he didn't give as good as he got, which was totally unexpected. I lifted him up so that we were vertical, my feet on the floor, his body entirely in midair. He loved this and started fucking my face in earnest, cumming down my throat which made me shoot in his. When describing my bottoming style, he called it "enthusiastic, athletic, even acrobatic." He really loved it when I was straining every muscle in my body to give that godlike cock maximum pleasure – which was very frequently.
I let him down on the bed and we worked into some more frenzied missionary fucking. Priapus had fucked me into a hungry animal cunt, his seed drooling out of my flooded hole. He had turned me into an addicted cumdump slave with his very first load, and the addiction was rapidly intensifying. All that cum made each thrust lewdly sticky and noisy, little films of jizz forming between his jutting hipbones and my asscheeks – if this what bareback sex was like I wasn't allowing a condom inside me ever again. Again, I suspected it was this particular rigid cum cannon that was making the experience so scorching hot.
I'm going into too much detail, but damned if I couldn't report every thrust of that gorgeous big cock, all the many billions of bareback thrusts into my oh so hungry cunt over the course of our five months of nearly nonstop fucking. I did stay the whole weekend, and we didn't sleep much. We fucked no less than 48 hours that weekend – it would take a long repetitive novel to describe the whole weekend. Watch 48 hours of rough bareback porn – cutting right to the anal action – and we did most likely everything you watched. This inexhaustible, cum-gushing stud had turned me into an insatiable, cum-addicted pig.