This is how reckless I am. Yesterday I went to a gay sauna bathhouse. Had lots of sex blah blah blah. For a break I went into the steam room and lay out naked. The steam room in this particular sauna is pretty dark, mostly illuminated from outside through misted windows, shadowy at best. And I was laying in a dark spot.
Guy comes in and stands over me. All I can see is a silhouette, and I don’t move a muscle. Eventually he kneels down, grabs my cock with his right hand, rests his left hand on my chest. As he starts to explore my body, then to jack me off, his left hand starts to explore my neck, so I take hold of it and place it there. Position it around my throat. I don’t know if the neck exploration was a subtle request or not, but I make it known what I want.
He begins to choke me with one hand while jacking me off with the other. And he is good! He immediately cuts off my air supply and presses down hard, squeeziing the sides of my neck, closing my windpipe with a crush. It hurts. I love it.
He doesn’t release his grip: my hands are free and I enter a state of surrender. As the seconds pass, I realise I am in delicious trouble. The steam room is too dark for him to see when I will pass out, and anyway, I can see from his silhouette that he is totally focussed on jacking me off. He is not even looking at my face.
I really should tap out or something. But that’s not gonna happen. I am going to let this man choke me out and he won’t even know it. This literally could be cum or die. I will let whatever happens happen.
I start to feel that delicious buzzing beyond the pain of his crushing hand. It gets stronger and louder. He’s still focussed on my cock. He can’t see me. Buzz buzz BUZZ BUZZZZZ.
(I remember a body spasm I think. Jerking motions maybe. A loud gasp. Maybe mine?)
…when I come round, his silhouette looks apprehensive, maybe even scared. I can't quite see. He is standing now, stopped jacking me off and let go of my neck. After a few breaths I start blurrily laughing. I think he might be shocked at what he’s done. Maybe the body going limp frightened him? Who knows?
I think I murmured something like ‘d’you want to go again?’ but I might’ve just thought it. He leaves the steam room without a word.
I lie there, soaked in steam and sweat, hard as fuck, a deep throbbing pain in my neck and throat which if anything makes me harder. Difficulty swallowing. Smile on my face. High from the hypoxia.
This is how reckless I am. I will let a man choke me out in darkness, when he’s not even focussed on what he’s doing to me. I will let you strangle me in darkness.
