An original story by Alex Mann.
The note in the letterbox said "Come around the back of the house and have a shower". Whenever I walked past my friend's house, if I found a note in his letterbox addressed to me, I knew he was horny for sex. Sometimes there was a note, sometimes there wasn't. This time it was "Game on". My friend was always creative when it came to having fun. We'd had sex many times before, and the anticipation of finding a note in his letterbox addressed to me made me hard. I felt like a teenager, horny at the mere thought of getting laid.
The game was simple. I just followed the directions in the notes. My friend always had it planned, and I never knew what lay ahead. I entered the house as instructed and undressed before taking a shower. The bathroom was empty and a note on the door said to leave my clothes outside, and leave the door open. My friend liked to watch. I was always self conscious that my cock was hard when taking a shower in his bathroom. I knew he was watching, but could never see him. He loved to suck my cock and play with my arse. I loved it too. I washed and washed until I smelt as sweet as field of roses. I hoped I was turning him on
When I finished, a towel had appeared in the steamy bathroom, and as I unfolded it, I noticed that my clothes were gone. Folded in the towel was a note, a blindfold (the type used to sleep on an airplane), a cock ring with ball separators, a very hot looking jockstrap with press-studs at the side and a pair of striped sheer lycra shorts with the words "Toy Hole -- Enter Here" printed on the buttocks. The seams on the outside leg of the shorts were both closed with zippers.
The note said,"Dry off, wear the cock ring, snap on the ball separator, pull on the jock strap and finally the shorts. Hang the blindfold around your neck. Leave the bathroom when done".
It was hard to do what the note was asking, as I was so hard. I needed to calm down and take a few breaths. I tried to relax, did some yoga stretching and settled my explosive thoughts. I was able to dry myself and tugged the ring over my cock with a little heaving. The ball separator was more difficult, but after some deep breaths and it was done. I love the ball separator, but really do need to put it on before aroused. It makes my balls so huge and sensitive...as my friend knows. He knows the buttons to push. It must have been funny to watch as I tried to put my huge package into the jockstrap. With the lycra shorts over the whole lot, there was no doubt I was looking for some action.
With the blindfold around my neck, I left the bathroom and found a note on the wall. "Walk outside and put the blindfold on". Great, I thought. "Outside" wasn't real private, and there was no doubt by my appearance as to what my agenda was for the afternoon. But the game insisted I follow the rules, and I had never been disappointed before. So, I walked outside and put the blindfold on. I stood there wondering what was next. I felt the sun on my back and heard the breeze in the trees.
Eventually I heard my friend's voice behind me. "Don't turn around. I'm just looking. You look hot...very hot". He sprayed a mist of cool water on my back, then on my thighs and over my chest. He chilled it some more and sprayed it on my throbbing groin. I needed it...it was some relief.
Eventually, he led me away, somewhere indoors. I couldn't see, and became excited with anticipation. As we walked a few feet, I heard the sounds of outside slip away and a door close behind me. I was bent over a chair or bench. I was able to kneel on the floor, but the cushion of the seat supported by upper body. I imagine I was facing the floor. "Relax" I was told, and headphones covered my ears, playing the classics of Mozart and Beethoven, mixed with the sounds of someone having hot sex. I thought it sounded like me...
My wrists were restrained to the legs of the chair near the floor in front of me. My legs, spread and bound with duct tape above the knee to the chair legs at the back.
I relaxed. I knew there was nothing I could do but let my friend have control. He knew this game and knew what I liked. He loved the game.
I felt the zippers on the shorts being undone and realized this was how he could remove the shorts while my legs were bound. I should have paid more attention to the jock strap. It had studs...I remember...but can it be removed while I'm bound?? I cursed myself for not taking more notice when my thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of lube being spread over my hole. I gasped. It was sensational. Cooling and comforting. My friend stopped. Then he forced a gag into my mouth, flavored with lube. He remembered that I can get a bit noisy. I didn't know where we were, but the neighbours could have been close. This was not so much of a surprise, as he had gagged me before for the same reason ...we both thought it a good idea. But this felt like a different gag. It protruded into my mouth and I could hold it between my teeth. It was very comfortable, I thought...probably purpose built...and there seemed to be an arrangement that extended from the gag outside of my mouth, across my cheeks and latched behind my head. This was excellent, as I knew it would hold in place if I started to get noisy.
He began to massage the outside of my hole and gently, ever so gently, slowly worked his finger into my arse. I groaned, but hardly made a sound as the gag did its job. The music and sounds of sex in my ears lifted me away to a place of erotic contentment. I could feel my cock was hard in the jockstrap. The cock ring was grasping at my engorged rod. I knew it was huge. The massage continued. I felt my friend's breath on my fiery arse. Sometimes it was hot, sometimes cool. I felt his tongue as he spread my butt cheeks and inserted something fine into my butt. I couldn't tell what it was, until I felt something filling me inside and lube started oozing from my arse down onto my balls. He was squeezing lube into my hole. This was a new game....
I took my thoughts away; trying to distance myself from the ecstasy I knew was to come. He inserted his finger, and with the skill of a therapist, gently started massaging my prostate, the male G-spot. It seemed like ten minutes of hot coals and cold showers. I traveled the universe and back again. I was horny, but he wasn't touching my cock. It felt like orgasm, but it wasn't. My jockstrap started to get damp. Was I cumming? No, this was different...this was like he was coaxing my cum out of my cock without making me orgasm! Is this possible? He felt my cock and found it wet. Then there were two fingers in my arse, stroking my cum glands, making me groan and writhe. I needed to cum, but this stroking had some power over me. I needed to orgasm, but the massage seemed to both stop it and force me to want it. I was sweating. The dampness felt as if I had climaxed in my pants without the throbbing buckets of cum and ecstasy that goes with it.
After another 5 minutes, the massage stopped. I was helpless with exhaustion and frustrated with not cumming. I had climaxed without the climax. I was angry and bitter. I wanted the good stuff...the rush of hormones... I hated the music.
By now I guessed my arse was a gaping open hole and expected my friend to finally fuck me to satisfy himself. Instead, I felt him plug my arse with a butt plug. I groaned as I felt the mix of agony and ecstasy again as it slid by my prostate. Then, I realized the jockstrap was gone. It was like the shorts. I don't know when it happened. Maybe I passed out. Now I realized I had no idea of how long my friend had been working on my arse . Something snapped onto my cockring and a strap clipped between my buttocks to a belt a round my waist to hold the butt plug in place. "Plugged at both ends" I thought, and tried not to consider what might be awaiting my piss hole.
My wrists were untied and my legs unbound, I had trouble standing and walking. I was led forward, the head phones removed, but with each step, the buttplug rubbed against my cum glands again and I could do little more than crawl. It was as if the orgasm I missed was being fed to me bit by bit. I was collared like a dog and pulled along with a lead, but that didn't work. My friend pinched my nipples and urged me forward, tugging. The pain of the pinching subsided as I moved forward; the orgasm in my arse collapsed me as I took each step. I was breathing hard, biting hard on the gag, groaning like an animal. Again, pinched nipples until I took a step, collapsing as the walls of my arse heaved with spasm. I wanted to cum, I wanted to piss, I wanted to suck cock...
I screamed as my nipples were pinched, and groaned as I took a step. My friend was urging me on like a dog: "Come on boy, that's it. Your arse it so hot, I want to suck you dry"
Finally I was on a bed, blindfolded, facing up, not knowing what to feel. I think my cock was limp, I couldn't tell. On the bed, my hands were tied over my head, my legs spread to the side and bound. I just laid there. Then I felt some pressure on my gag. Was it being removed? No. I could tell. I tasted lube around my chin and in my mouth, and felt pressure again on my gag. Then a moment later, my friend removed the blindfold. I couldn't see at first. It was the first time I had seen him since entering his house. I was bewildered until I recognized what I saw. He was kneeling with his knees on either side on my face by my ears, squatting with his arse over my head, facing the head of the bed, his enormous cock standing above my face. The gag I was wearing had an attachment out to the front. It was a dildo gag! I couldn't believe what was happening. My friend squatted over my face, his arse on direct target for the dildo I was effectively holding in my mouth.
I thought back to when he first gagged me with this, bent over the chair. How I staggered to the bed. I was his very own human dildo fuck toy right from the start.
I watched as he lowered his hole onto the glistening arse-fucker 6 inches from my face. 5 inches... 4 inches...The lube dripped down upon me as I was teased with his hungry hole slowly and gently working its way down the ridged rubber. I was desperate to taste his balls hanging an inch above me, to have his cock thrust deep into my throat. I'd forgotten how big his own cock was, and yearned for the times I'd had his entire rod inside me. Instead, I was to watch the best show in town as he worked his way slowly up and down the dildo that was gagging me.
When he was loose enough, the whole dildo was in his arse, with his balls resting over my eyes, his cock rising above my face. Then he slid about 2 thirds up the dildo and lowered himself again. I watched it all. His arse twitched as the ridges made their way inside him. Again he lifted himself away from my face, the rubber cock still in his hole about 2 inches. He began to gyrate, now with the head of the dildo massaging his own G-spot. I was panicked. I wanted him to cum inside me, not explode all over the wall behind me. I started to protest, but my moans sent vibrations up the dildo and caused a minor frenzy. Then I remember what he did to me, how the cum was milked from me without climaxing. After about ten minutes of watching his cock hover over me while I held the dildo between my teeth and he auto fucked his arse with my face, his cock started getting wet with his milk. I could feel myself getting hard. My arse clenched and I was reminded of the buttplug still firmly lodged in my hole.
His cum slowly started to swell around the hole in his throbbing member and eventually ...finally, it started to drip upon my face. I wanted to taste it so bad. I wanted him to explode down my throat, but instead, without touching his cock he gently massaged his own milk with my dildo, while I succumbed to the glistening taste of his sweat, the lube draining off across my face, his milk dripping on me like summer rain.
My friend then stopped moving and balanced above my face. He applied more lube to the rubber dildo then positioned himself again with the rod just inside his arse. I could see the head of the rubber rod I was holding between my teeth just quivering inside his moistened hole. Out of my line of sight, he produced a small electronic box with a button or dial on it...I couldn't quite tell which. I was confused for a moment, then the buttplug in my arse sprang to life...it started to vibrate, sending an orgasmic shockwave thru my body. It was a complete surprise, and I had no idea what happened.
My friend knew exactly what happened, and as I convulsed and strained on the bed, the dildo attached to my face danced and thrust inside his arse as the ecstasy in my butt thrust my head around. I was oblivious to what I was doing. My friend controlled my trusting into his arse by altering the intensity of the vibration of the butt plug. I couldn't hold still. It was like flashes of lightening: The dildo flickered before my eyes, my head shot forward, a split second later his cock was on my face. I remember the rubber rod disappearing up his hole as wet stuff splashed down all over me. Again, flashes of lightening, his breathing was deeper, I couldn't stop pounding his arse as my head convulsed in ecstasy
He stopped, and then, as if he was struck with another idea, I was blindfolded again.
A pillow was placed behind my head, the dildo I imagined now pointing forward as my head was raised, looking forward. I felt pressure on the gag. I knew he had mounted the dildo again. Then...I felt lube dripping onto my cock. Huh? I realized my friend was facing away from me, facing my feet, with his butt now in my face. He began stroking my cock and I groaned. The vibration of my voice shot up the dildo into his arse and he sucked hard on my cock. My arse was clenching and the buttplug worked my G --spot. I thought I was cumming, but then realized I wasn't. I had nothing to cum with. He had drained me earlier. My moaning as he stroked and sucked my cock became more intense as my voice vibrated the rubber cock inside him. I moaned, he intensified the cock play and I moaned some more. It was a perpetuating fuck-fest. Neither of us could cum. Both of us intensely wanted to cum.
He lifted himself away from my cock and slowly squatted on my face, driving the dildo home inside him. I was pinned between his buttcheeks. Then he slowly began vibrating the buttplug inside me again. I squirmed and he groaned. He lifted his weight and lifted the vibration inside me another notch. My head was writhing around in ecstasy, his arse getting worked over by my new facial tool.
Eventually it stopped. The game was over. I don't know if he left the room, or just silently lay on the floor beside the bed. I think I passed out. Then my hands and feet were untied and the gag removed. He nursed me into the bathroom and we showered together. With the skill of a therapist, he gently and slowly removed the butt plug from my arse. We washed and said goodbye.
I check his letter box everytime I'm passing.