IML 2016: Part One - Davinci-London Owns Me
Every year during Memorial Day weekend, the International Mr. Leather competition — IML, for short — takes place in Chicago. The main event is a beauty pageant, of sorts, for Men who wear leather and uniforms. Surrounding the whole affair, however, is what can best be described as a “kink convention.” Just like any other convention, the host hotel is teeming with hundreds of attendees who are there to take part in any number of events, from cocktail hours to education sessions to a “trade show” where they can buy products and services. Unlike most conventions, however — where you’ll find hotel ballrooms filled with doctors, lawyers or other professionals — this one is filled with Men (and a few women) who are into kink and BDSM. It’s a pretty spectacular event, i must say.
i’ve been attending IML casually — never as a fully registered participant, but rather visiting as a plainclothes guest for some of the miscellaneous events — for over a decade. Early on i was just a curious spectator. Since commencing my formal journey into faggotry a few years ago, however, my participation has amped up gradually every year. This year was no exception. Although i still was not a full-fledged, registered attendee (maybe next year!), i partook in this year’s events more actively than ever before.
i began this year’s festivities on Thursday evening with a night at the baths. The local bathhouse, Steamworks, is especially fun and festive during IML because of all the kinky visitors who are in town to attend it. Thursday night, i’ve discovered, is typically a good night to go because everyone is anxious to begin the kinky weekend; because the formal IML festivities have not really gotten underway yet, leaving attendees free for most of the evening; and because some of the IML attendees — but not all of them — are in town at this point. The result at the bathhouse is a crowd that’s large and fun, but not so big that it’s unwieldy or claustrophobic.
A week or so prior, i posted an ad online advertising my presence at the bathhouse, hoping to line up a few gents to fuck me to ensure my holes didn’t go hungry (not that i was worried they would, but it’s always nice to know you have a few “dates” lined up to ensure you’ll have a good time). i had a few prospects, but the one i was most excited about was not someone who responded to my ad. Rather, it was someone i actually met on Tumblr, through this blog: @davinci-london.
Davinci-London — who i’ll call Sir Davinci, out of respect — was one of the first Dom blogs i began following regularly on Tumblr when i first began my own blog. He has been a favorite ever since for a couple of reasons: 1) His blogging style is very similar to my own; like me, He posts a mix of images/videos that excite Him along with personal accounts of His own adventures. i know what goes into writing such posts, both in the physical sense of writing them and in the emotional sense of sharing oneself, so i respect and appreciate that tremendously. 2) i have always had a sense of shared perspective with Sir Davinci. From reading His posts, i’ve always felt we have similar perspectives on Dom/sub sex, and that we have a lot in common in terms of our profiles and personalities, both in the bedroom and outside it.
So, when Sir Davinci messaged me to tell He would be in Chicago for IML, i was naturally very excited. He and i had exchanged a few messages here, and i’d always fantasized about one day meeting Him. Finally, it looked as though i’d have my chance.
Sir Davinci had actually been in town most of the week. In hindsight, i wish we’d made time to get together earlier and more frequently. However, i had work and real life to tend to, so i focused on looking forward to Thursday, when Sir Davinci promised He would meet me at Steamworks.
When Thursday came, i arrived at Steamworks around 6:30 p.m. Although Sir Davinci didn’t plan to arrive until later in the evening, i wanted to get there early enough to beat the crowds and secure a decent room. The room i got was a good one: large and in a very highly trafficked spot. i settled in, stripped down to my new jockstrap — a leather front pouch with a zipper to keep my cock secure inside — strapped on my leather harness (it was IML weekend, after all), and opened my door to begin the evening and the weekend by advertising my hole, ass up, to passers-by.
Not long after opening my door, a Man i recognized entered with a big grin on His face. It was a Man who’d responded to my ad online. We’d been chatting all week, and i knew He was waiting for the chance to finally get in my cunt. He was short, small and a bit older — a petite silver fox type — but very fit, and with a very nice cock that was thick and meaty with a giant mushroom head on it. i didn’t need any instruction. Immediately, i climbed off the bed and dropped to my knees to suck Him. His dick — my first of the night — tasted amazing. Although it was big, i had no trouble swallowing every last inch. i milked Him with my throat for a while, then He put me on the bed and began eating my pussy to get it wet for His cock. When i was nice and lubricated, He slid into me and began fucking me doggy style, slow at first, then harder and faster. He took regular breaks to make out with me and make me suck His cock clean — there was lots of ass-to-mouth during our encounter — but continued fucking me for some time. Eventually, He needed a break, but promised to come back and give me His load later. He never got the chance because of what transpired later in the evening, but i enjoyed our session for sure.
Fucks Two and Three: The Punk and the Latino Daddy
It didn’t take long for my next meal to arrive. He was a tall, skinny guy with a punk rocker vibe — young, shaved head and tattoos. Plus a big cock with a fat Prince Albert piercing at the end of it. When He entered, He went straight for my ass with His mouth, eating it deep. When He called my ass a pussy — “Nice pussy, faggot,” He said — i knew we were going to be a good match.
He ate my cunt for a bit, then signaled for me to turn around and suck His cock, which i did. His piercing was heavy and knocked against my teeth, adding extra length to His dick that made it long enough to incite a slight gag reflex in me. Still, i took it all and gave it what i think was a pretty good sucking. After a short while, He asked me, “Do you want this big Prince Albert in that pussy?” i mumbled “yes please, Sir” with a mouthful of cock and He turned me around. He instructed me to push out my pussy lips, which i did as He watched. Then He drove into me balls-deep. The door to my room remained open through all of this and we began to attract a crowd as He fucked me. He pumped my ass hard and deep for a bit, then pulled out to eat my pussy some more. Unfortunately, though, He couldn’t get back in me afterwards, as His cock was having trouble getting hard enough and His piercing made penetrating my tight hole difficult.
When the punk rocker couldn’t get in me, a big, burly Latino daddy who was in the crowd observing us stepped in to take over. He sucked hard on my hole — literally sucking on my asshole — then drove His big daddy dick into me deep. He asked the crowd to leave so He could have me to Himself, then closed the door and continued fucking me for some time doggy style. He put one leg up on the bed and interlocked it around my leg so i couldn’t move. Trapped in this position, i took His cock as He mercilessly pounded it into my guts. He sucked on my pussy some more, then continued fucking me — this time spanking me hard as He fucked me. The sound of slapping reverberated through the room as i felt my ass turning pink. Although i hadn’t been face-to-face with His crotch, i could tell He had giant balls because i could feel them slapping against my taint. “You have such an awesome pussy, boy,” He told me. Then, finally, He shot His load deep into my ass.
i typically prefer fucking tops or vers tops. That said, i’ll occasionally fuck a vers bottom if He can prove to me He’s up to the task of fucking me properly. The next guy who came in to use me was that kind of vers bottom. Like Man #2, He had a bit of a punk aesthetic to Him — young, skinny, hairy and fit, with a bit of a slight mohawk hairstyle (shaved short on the sides, with a strip of slightly longer hair down the middle of His head) — was wearing a blindfold on the top of His head and had a few hash marks on His arm counting the loads He’d taken so far that evening. Apparently, He’d been taking anonymous loads earlier, but saw my ass when He passed by and said He had to have it. i, of course, was happy to give it to Him.
“I love fucking cummy holes,” He said when He found out i’d just taken my first load of the night. Then, He slid into me and rough-fucked my ass for a few minutes with the door open while yet another crowd gathered to watch. “I’ll be back for you later,” He promised, then pulled out and left.
Fuck Five: The Kinky Neighbor
Next in my room was a wholesome, all-American guy next door type — who happened to be wearing a leather harness, suggesting He wasn’t nearly as wholesome as He appeared. He was about my age (early to mid-30s), goodlooking, hairy and built; He looked a lot like the actor Zachary Levi, who starred on the NBC drama Chuck. He had a big cock — everyone that night seemed to, honestly! — that i sucked briefly before He drove it into me all the way. This guy fucked deep and hard. So much so that when He pulled out to eat my cunt mid-way through, all the air He fucked into it escaped from my hole in the form of a piggy pussy fart. This only encouraged Him to fuck me even harder, which He did until He whispered in my ear, “You want my babies inside you?” and flooded my hole with my second load of the night.
Fucks Six – ???: The Cumdump, Sir Davinci and a Gang of Miscellaneous Cocks
At this point, my ass needed a break. So, i left my room and went wandering for a bit. At some point, i ran into Man #4 — the Cumdump — who slapped me on the ass and said again that He’d be back for me. i dropped to my knees and sucked His cock for a bit, then continued wandering.
When i got back to my room, i opened the door. i had been texting with Sir Davinci, who informed me at this point that He had finally arrived. i’d sent Him my room number, and hoped He’d stop by soon. In the meantime, though, i resolved to keep servicing so my hole would be as used and full as possible for Sir Davinci when He arrived.
A few minutes later, a familiar face entered the room: the Cumdump was back to give me His load as He’d promised He would. He pushed me flat on my stomach, entered my cunt and proceeded to fuck me. He wanted to breed me, but — being a cumdump Himself — needed a little help to shoot His load. So, He began looking over His shoulder and out into the hallway, looking for a Top who wanted to come in and fuck Him while He was fucking me, knowing that the cock in His hole would give Him the extra incentive He needed to seed me.
It didn’t take long for the Cumdump to catch a dick: A moment later, an attractive Man swaggered in and stood next to the bed with a half-smile on His face. At last, Sir Davinci had arrived.
i was not disappointed. Sir Davinci is a very attractive Brit who, like me, has a very clean-cut appearance that conceals a very dirty mind behind its façade. He has pretty eyes, a handsome face and a perfectly proportionate build. He’s smaller than me, but His personality and swagger are decidedly bigger, as one would expect from an experienced and talented Dom. Although there was no time for a formal introduction — or even a “hello” — i was instantly attracted to Him. For His physical appearance, yes, but more importantly for the dominant way that He carried Himself: He was not at all shy; instead, He was confident and self-assured, and was obviously going to take what He wanted. My kind of Man.
Back to the action: The Cumdump was fucking me. Sir Davinci watched us for a moment, then answered the Cumdump’s prayers by dropping His towel and climbing onto the bed with us. He positioned Himself behind the Cumdump, who slowed down His thrusts to allow Sir Davinci inside Him. The Cumdump moaned as Sir Davinci slid into the Cumdump’s creamy hole, at which point the room filled with the sounds of Sir Davinci fucking the Cumdump and the Cumdump fucking me. It didn’t take long before Sir Davinci’s cock pressed the Cumdump’s “cum button,” sending a load of the Cumdump’s seed inside me. The Cumdump stopped thrusting and emptied His nuts into me while Sir Davinci continued fucking for a few more moments. When He finally pulled out, the Cumdump smiled and exited as Sir Davinci climbed to the head of the bed. He sat in front of me—his back to the wall, facing the hallway through my room’s open door—and didn’t skip a beat. “Get on my cock,” He said forcefully. Naturally, i obeyed, opening my mouth and swallowing Sir Davinci’s cock with my freshly-used hole facing the open door like a peacock’s plumage.
It felt amazing to finally have Sir Davinci’s cock in my mouth. It tasted fucking delicious, especially with the Cumdump’s ass all over it. Its size was just right for sucking, which i did enthusiastically while Sir Davinci gripped His cock with one hand and my head with the other.
As Sir Davinci said in His own account of Thursday night’s events — which i encourage everyone to read here — the next portion of the evening was a bit of a blur. Instead of coming in and fucking me straight away, as i’d assumed He would, Sir Davinci to my (pleasant) surprise had decided to spend the evening whoring me out to other Tops. And He proceeded to do exactly that for the next 30 to 60 minutes (i checked my watch later, and i estimate that He was in my room for just under an hour).
How the scene unfolded went something like this: i was on all fours sucking Sir Davinci’s cock with my jockstrapped ass facing the open door. As i sucked Him, a crowd gathered to watch. Sir Davinci picked someone from the crowd and invited them to have a go at my ass; moments later, i’d feel a cock enter my hole and begin to use it. Not merely fuck it, mind you; use it. That’s what it’s like when a Man is whoring you out; the Men who line up to fuck you cease to think of you as a consenting sexual partner and instead view you as a sexual object — a piece of another Man’s property that they’ve been invited to borrow for their own use. As such, there is no hesitation or gentleness or sensitivity or even respect on their part. They look to your “Master” for the appropriate cues but otherwise treat you as little more than a hole.
This process — me sucking Sir Davinci, Sir Davinci choosing a Man from the crowd, the chosen Man using my cunt — repeated itself several times, again and again and again. Some of the Men had average cocks that felt nice; some of them had very large ones that felt as painful as they did good, tearing me open as they pummeled me. Some of the Men fucked a bit and left; some of the Men stayed and took a second or third turn. Some of them bred me, filling me with seed; others fucked but didn’t privilege me with their load. i honestly have no idea how many there were. There might have been just two or three repeatedly taking turns, or there might have been a dozen different Men. Always, however, there was a large and enthusiastic audience around us, throwing encouragement to the Tops who were using me.
i don’t know how many Men fucked me, because i couldn’t see them. Sir Davinci made sure my attention was focused exclusively on Him. My face was buried in His crotch the entire time as i took dicking after dicking after dicking. (Let’s just say that my nose became very well acquainted with His pubes and pubic bone!) i sucked and licked and swallowed His cock until my jaw felt like it was going to fall off. Occasionally i was allowed to take a break from sucking Sir Davinci’s cock to lick His balls, and for that i was grateful. The breaks were brief, however, as Sir Davinci was not inclined to let me rest. He demanded (and, indeed, deserved) constant attention and service. Whenever i began to slack or lose steam, therefore, He would find a way to resuscitate my inner cocksucker. A few times, for example, He slapped me across the face and give a forceful verbal reminder: “Keep sucking, faggot.” He even went so far as to rip a couple of farts in my face as i was going down on Him, jolting me back to attention by reminding me with His unabashed stink that i was — in that moment — His property. His pig. i don’t know if the other Men noticed, and i don’t know if they cared. But He certainly didn’t, and that turned me on endlessly.
As brutal as Sir Davinci was, He was also an excellent and affectionate motivator. Taking that much dick is a marathon sport, and He played the role of coach well. For every slap across my face there was also an affectionate pat or rub on the head, and a sly smile encouraging me. For every “Keep sucking, faggot” there was a sincere and genuine, “Good boy!” That fueled me.
After what felt like an eternity — during which time my moans and grunts became increasingly loud and uncontrollable as i devolved further and further into my faggot headspace — Sir Davinci leaned in and whispered in my ear that He intended to double-fuck me with the Gent who was presently balls-deep inside me. i could feel my eyes get wide. i’d only been double-fucked once before, and i remembered well the intense sensation of being split open. Still, i didn’t object. i was determined to obey, serve and please.
After i got used to the big cock that was presently inside me, Sir Davinci asked Him to lie flat, and instructed me to ride Him, which i did. Sir Davinci got up from his spot at the head of the bed and moved behind me. He didn’t hesitate; at once He began pushing His dick into my already-occupied hole. Moments — and a few big huffs of poppers — later, i had two cocks inside my tight cunt, stretching it to its limits. Sir Davinci thrust into me a few times while the other Man’s cock stayed static inside me. It was a successful double penetration, but a short-lived one due to the fact that both cocks simply would not stay in me for longer than a few moments at a time. It was as if my ass was spitting them out, having overeaten its fair share of cock already that night.
After the double fuck, Sir Davinci stayed inside me and fucked me Himself — at last — for a short while before the crowd around us cleared away. It seemed like a good time to pause for a break (my hole needed a rest!), so we agreed to take a timeout and reconvene later to finish the job.
At this point, i closed my door for a bit to allow my hole to catch its breath. i was stunned from the marathon that had just occurred, and already feeling quite sore. But, i was determined to stick it out for round two.
Growing restless, but not yet ready for another fuck, i decided to wander about for a while. Nothing happened during this time — i was seriously spent — but i witnessed some hot action amongst my fellow horndogs.
i went back to my room in a short while, but was afraid to open my door again for fear that someone else would step in and wear me out before Sir Davinci returned to finish me off. He’d earned the right to break me and seed me, and i was determined to make sure He had the chance to claim His prize. Ultimately, i realized if my door remained closed, i would miss Sir Davinci altogether; so, i re-opened it and hoped that He would find His way back to my room while i still had the will to finish what we’d started.
Fortunately, He did. When He returned, i set to work sucking His cock again, then was promptly ordered to lie on my back. When i obeyed, Sir Davinci stood above me and began lowering His ass onto my expectant face. Although i loved His cock, i’d been craving a taste of His ass all night and was excited to finally sample it. At first, i was instructed to only sniff it; i was not to taste it until given permission. So, i showed my respect for Sir Davinci’s hole by inhaling it deeply. It smelled sweaty and just a little bit ripe. i loved it, and tried to show my gratitude by audibly whiffing and telling Him how good it smelled. When i was given permission, i began ardently licking Sir Davinci’s hole, at which point He farted a big fart into my open mouth. Like a good fag, i paid it no mind and just continued eating, even more enthusiastically than before.
After my ass-meal, we resumed our previous position: Sir Davinci sitting at the head of the bed with His back against the wall, me on all fours with my ass facing the open door. i sucked Sir Davinci’s cock and licked His balls for another round while two more Men came in to take turns on my hole. The last of the two dumped a large load in my cunt, leaving it nice and lubed-up for Sir Davinci, who took the final turn.
We’d both been waiting all night for this moment: Sir Davinci entered me doggy style, but quickly pushed me flat against the bed on my belly. He wrapped His arm around my neck and choked me while He drilled His cock into my cumhole, harder and deeper with every thrust. i wasn’t sure my ass could take another thrust, but He was sending me a message with His body — because He owned me, i wasn’t going to be finished until He was finished — and i received that message loud and clear.
In His recap of Thursday’s events, Sir Davinci says at this point i finally went limp and ceased any and all resistance. He says He broke me. He’s right. A faggot is constantly struggling to reconcile His mental desire to serve and be used with the physical discomfort and exhaustion that are often side effects of said use. Eventually, though, a good Top will push you past your limits and into a headspace of such deep devotion and submission that you lose your sense of all else but Him and His pleasure. This is where Sir Davinci took me, and i arrived there just in time to take the precious cum He’d been brewing for me all night in His cock and balls, which He shot into my used-up, bruised guts with an audible, palpable sense of triumphant pleasure and relief. His ejaculation was like a giant exhale for both of us. After it, He collapsed on top of me, sweaty and thoroughly, visibly satisfied.
i was exhausted, spent and broken on one hand — my tight cunt wrecked and ruined — yet extremely proud, pleased and grateful on the other. This was the kind of evening that all faggots aspire to, and Sir Davinci had given it to me. A couple hours later, at home in bed, i was likely oinking in my sleep …
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