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Part two of the Folsom outfit, for the first suggestion was for some reason illegal in this country. Albeit, Folsom, you were a blast. Again an amazing week with (new) friends, great events, little sleep, loads of beer and endless fun.
Steps For Letting Go Of Painful Memories
Experiences can leave us with some painful memories. They tie us to the past and prevent us moving on. And the only way to freedom is to work on letting go – so these memories don’t haunt us or keep us trapped in pain. Below are some guidelines to help you work on this.
1. Before you can let go, you must face whatever happened and accept that it is part of your past experiences. Suppression doesn’t work as a long-term solution. It can only be a band aid that brings temporary relief. Talk to someone you trust, or write about it in your journal. You need to share what happened, in order to move on.
2. Identify the lessons you have learned from what has happened. There’s always a lesson – so look for what you’ve learned. It doesn’t make it better – but it does lessen its power.
3. Write the lesson down on a piece of paper and repeat it to yourself when you’re hit by old, painful memories. For example, if you’ve been scarred by abuse, then you might write something like: “My experience of abuse does not determine who I am. I’m a stronger person now, and that is not my destiny. I’m choosing my own future, and the person I will be.”
4. Repeat this mantra often so it takes root in your mind. Allow it to be stronger than the bad experience. Say it often, till you mean it, then you’ll start to feel you’re freer. Persevere and keep on fighting when those old memories return.
5. Seek to be a person who’s at peace with themselves. When peace is your focus, old thoughts and memories have much less power over how you think and feel. However, seeking after peace must be a conscious, constant choice.
6. When the past tries to intrude, focus firmly on the present. Ground yourself in what’s happening around you in the room, and try to breathe deeply - and deliberately relax. You are here in this moment; you’re not living in the past.
7. Forgive – for your own sake. Try to heal from what happened – then let resentments go. You don’t want them in your life for they’ll just tie you to the past. It’s not an ease process; it takes work and discipline. But it is worth the daily struggle - as one day you’ll be free.
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Goals!
New playroom
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Great look, even better without the underwear!
I’ve had a few people ask about the playroom - and am happy to show it. There are 2 rooms, actually, and a walk-in closet that holds a large oak bondage chair.
The pictures above show the upper playroom and closet.
Most of the furniture is very basic and home-built: 2x4′s and a bunch of metal brackets. The furniture is not very fancy but it works. And there’s a lot of it: sixteen pieces of furniture that can be used in three dozen configurations.
Communication for Doms
Communication for Doms Here are some ‘pearls of wisdom’ for new Doms on how to establish a healthy Dom/sub connection. Some of these pointers pertain to more intense play, but are good suggestions regardless of the type of play.
1. Communicate. Probably the most important skill to learn as a Dom, is how to effectively communicate. As the leader it’s your job to keep communication an open, two-way street. Subs often shut down or disconnect. It’s not because they are being defiant. Sometimes it’s part of their subspace experience, and sometimes they’re overwhelmed by what’s happening. They may perceive what you are doing as abuse, or relate it to a moment of abuse in their past. It can happen at any time, even when doing something you’ve already done before with no problems. Here are some tips to developing good habits to facilitate communication between you and your sub.
2. Be yourself. Even though Dom/sub relations are technically ‘role play’ most people want to play with real people. Especially in the beginning, subs want to know an authentic, personal side of you, and know that you are someone they can rely on, and they can trust.
When a sub offers himself to you it is a big deal, and he’s offering himself to YOU, not some fictional character. He wants YOU to lead him through any challenges and adversity. He needs your help. If you’re trying too hard or doing something that’s way out of character, then rethink your strategy. Your sub will see how uncomfortable it is for you and his confidence may waver. So start slow and easy. That being said, if you’re trying something new and it’s backfiring or turning into a clusterfuck, just stop, say that it’s not working out, and laugh it off. Bonding comes from sharing both successes and failures. Handling failures well is just as important as enjoying success.
3. Establish endpoints, and checking in: Unless it is your lifestyle, it’s a good habit to establish things I call ‘endpoints’ and ‘checking in.’
Endpoints: An endpoint is simply defining the beginning and ending of a BDSM scene. Create a time, before and after a scene, for physical contact and communication. Be positive, affirming, calm, relaxed. Smile, use touch, eye contact, and say something like, “we’re gong to have a really good time today all right?” or “You did a great job today, thank you.” Simple common courtesy. And listen to what your sub has to say. Treat it like a ritual. Subs respond very well to this kind of consistency. It only takes a minute and it does a world of good towards building trust and camaraderie.
Checking in: Checking in can happen within a scene or can be used as a transition between scenes. It’s basically a short rest period - less than 30 seconds - where you ease up on stimulation, when a sub can regroup, verbalize his condition, think things out, relax a little, get ready for more. Think of it like a little chunk of aftercare inside of a scene. It’s a good time to re-establish a connection, check in with the sub and see how he’s doing. Speak with a comforting tone, be encouraging. Ask him “how are you doing?” Over a very short time he’ll become conditioned so that when he’s in this ‘safe zone’ he knows he’s physically safe from harm, and will come to relish those times and bond with you over them. It also serves as a reality check, allowing the sub to momentarily assert control if he wishes. When you’re ready to start up again, just say, ‘you ready?’ and listen to his response.
4. Handling meltdowns and catharsis. It will happen eventually. Especially if you’re involved with punishments or endorphin rushes, S&M and longer, more intense scenes. A strong emotional release….crying, or anger or fear. Grief, heartache, anguish, passion, joy, gratitude. A hundred emotions and powerful feelings all culminating together and overflowing. It’s like an unstoppable force that grabs hold of your body and doesn’t let go. At that moment, it can go either way: It can be a powerfully positive cathartic experience - something life-changing that your sub will be eternally grateful for. Or it can be devastating to him - something that will leave him scarred, erase all the trust you’ve built, and fill you both with regret.
The most important thing you can do as a Dom at that moment, is BE THERE. Stop extraneous stimulation. Make it quiet. Be physically close, but not obtrusive. If you do make physical contact, make it firm contact, like an anchor he can hold onto. Don’t be overly consoling…you don’t know what he’s thinking right now. Just be there, and say the words, “I’m here with you. I’m right here.” Say it just a few times, not over and over. Try not to say things like, “you’re ok,’ because he’s not. Instead, say “you’ll BE ok.” “I’ve got you.” I’m with you.” Realize that this is HIS experience, not yours. He needs to handle this himself. But he needs you there to witness it, and honor it, and honor him. By being present with him. That is all.
When the time is right, when things settle a bit, tell him “I’m going to untie you now and then we’re going to go rest for a while.” Expect another emotional release to return at some point, and again, use firm steady touch, like an anchor. Go lay down for a while with him. Cover him with a blanket. Warm him with your body. Hold him close and let him have his experience. When he is still, give him some time by himself to rest. He might fall asleep for a while. That is normal. When he wakes again, he might be really happy and energized, or kinda dazed and confused, or exhausted and hungry. Your boy just worked very hard for you. Be a good mentor and tend to HIS needs.
-JocKDieseL
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Beautifully written. A true ALPHA is a MAN who knows HE must lead and not just order. Owning another human being, for five minutes or a lifetime, comes with the responsibility to care for what is HIS.
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Omg yes. Communicate. It’s a two-way street to get where you want to be.
Words of alpha wisdom.
Very well written and equally wise. These are points not only for Dom/Daddies but for sub/boys to read. It is good to know what to expect and to be prepared for certain things that should and others that could happen.
#4. Catharsis happens even in casual settings. Something as simple as a compassionate touch can trigger unresolved or underlying tensions and results in a break down or an explosive release. The more intense the session the deeper that effect can reach. This is an important component of being a Dom/Daddy. How you handle it determines your ability to help them cope with what they are feeling.
Within the context of Dad/boy roleplay D/s there is a wide range of things that can crop up, and most often it is a cathartic release. The first time a boy is truly ‘broken’ so much floods them that there are often tears and sobbing. There is so much anxiety and pressure and desire that gets wrapped up in the idea of being with Daddy that it can overwhelm a boy. It’s not your fault, but it is yours to help them through.
Sub Drop: A quick guide..
Sub drop is a very real thing, and should not be taken lightly. It’s usually a period after an intense scene that the sub can feel very vulnerable, depressed and sometimes actually get sick. The best way to prevent it is by having a good aftercare given by the Dom, but that doesn’t always do the trick. It’s hard to go back to your normal life after you experienced something amazing, this is true for BDSM as well, and there is sometimes a Dom drop because of that.
Remember, BDSM is emotionally and physically demanding on everyone involved, take care of each other.
The best thing to do is talk to the Dom, even if they don’t own you, a quick call or text a few days after seeing how they feel and that the scene was good for them as well can do wonders, and in fact many Doms will check on the sub a few times, seeing everything is fine.
There are also a few things you can do for yourself: Take some time to think about your experience, process it, think of the good and bad parts and what can be improved next time, writing about it can help a lot, that way you have the memory preserved and not fade away.
Pampering yourself is a good idea, a hot beverage is good from deep warmth, comfort food and a hot bath can do wonders. Just relax and enjoy your body. Take care of brushing that you may received and just put some effort into yourself. A sub that takes care of themselves is always a good catch.
Have some solo fun, jerk off (if you can/allowed) and develop your sub skills, there is always something you can do to be a better sub, it might also be comforting to involve yourself in your kinks. Stepping abruptly from BDSM might be a bit of a shock.
Do anything else that you usually do when feeling down: hit the gym hard, work harder, go shopping, cuddle with someone (pets included), hang out with friends, and just find your happy place.
Always try to be aware of what is happening to you, feeling down after a great scene is very very normal, and it’s fine! It will pass soon enough! So don’t worry!
Also, if you are in a big drop, try not to rush into another scene, it might help, but being emotionally unstable is never a good thing in BDSM.
I hope this helped a bit,
Play safe and have a great day!
-Prime
Reblog from yesterday.
An excellent write up. Thank you @sungodprime for putting this together.
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Thursday, 3 July 2014
Crawl a long long way for a taste of that. Grrrr.
This straight slave gets off on doing menial chores while naked. He normally didn’t have sex with his Doms, but this new Master knows just the right buttons to press to get his cock hard. From there he will do anything to be able to cum. Master has made it clear now that the slaves mouth and ass are to be made available whenever Master wishes to violate them.
funny how these domestic bitches never want to give up their pussy until you force them to. guess that’s what the belt is for huh boys?
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My slave is anal averse. He does not like plugs, dildos, etc. As he should, he will accept them, but he does not like than. I believe it is more psychological than physical. I want to train him to enjoy them, need them. I also want to stretch his hole to take ever larger objects. Any advice?
I had a friend some years ago who specialized in turning“anal averse” boys into anal desiring if not anal needing boys. He taught me much about technique. I have used it periodically over the yearsmost recently last year when I stretched my submale’s hole to accept myfist. Here is what he taught me.
1. The biggest mistake a Master makes in suchtraining is to focus on the stretching. He said emphasis on the stretching simply increases the boy’s aversion. The most important thing is not thestretching but the need/desire for anal; the stretching will come.
2. The most important aspect of the training ispatience. A boy who is anal averse needsto overcome that aversion. It will notbe done if the boy is constantly made to stretch further and further as hereaches a milestone of size and depth.
3. The most effective action is finger fucking with one, maybe two, fingers, which should be done as often aspossible and can be nothing more than lazily finger fucking the boy while youare watching TV, reading or whatever.
4. Use dildos for active training and plugs forpassive training.
5. Use dildos and plugs of a size that the boycould easily accommodate and finds comfortable and is not straining. Training dildos should be smooth and have some give to them, not be hard. Ridges, bumps and other features on the dildo with simply enhance the boy’s aversion during the training period. The more often the boy wears a comfortableplug, the more he will come to feel empty without it.
6. To further the stretching, he suggests that as the boy becomes comfortable with a certain size dildo, use a larger dildo than he previously used. But just one size up and just for short periods of time. Thenallow the boy to settle back into the dildo he is comfortable using..
7. As hestretches a little more, find a little larger plug for him which he will likelybe comfortable with. Then use that oneas the default plug.
8. Never use a plug for stretching exercise; alwaysa dildo so it slides smoothly in and out. If you require the boy to use an oversize plug, he will continue to beuncomfortable when wearing it thus negating any positive gain he has madewearing the comfortable plug.
And did I mention patience? He said getting the boy with a strong aversion to anal to desire/needanal can take weeks if not a few months. Once the boy’s attitude and aversion has changed to one of need andsatisfaction the stretching exercisingcan become far more frequent and faster progress can be made.
Great advice Doms.
How to make an awesome tapegag/tapemask.
Let me just say, that I’m sick of seeing one or two strips of tape over someone’s mouth in pictures. It’s cheap and it comes off easy. If you wrap it around their head and neck, even better, but neckhairs + tape = ouch.
Your materials will need to be 1 roll of Gorilla Tape, and then a roll of duct tape of your color. (I prefer silver).
Start with a blank face. Because of the use of Gorilla Tape, I’d advise shaving. I didn’t though, and I *did* pay for it a little bit.
Now, what you want to do is take a small strip of the gorilla tape, and rip it in half horizontally. We want to place one strip above and below the lips like so:
We do this for two reasons. The first is catch the sweat from the upper lip, and the second is to create a solid anchor point for sealing the mouth. Next, place two strips of the tape vertically, like so:
By doing this, we’ve framed the mouth area. This is highly advantageous, because it mitigates the effect of sweat and the ability to easily push the gag off. If you’re not going to stick something in the person’s mouth (I don’t prefer it), this way works nicely, because it prevents them from sliding their tongue out between their lips and working off the glue from the tape. This, in combination with the sweat from the upper lip and mustache area, can allow the gag to just come right off.
Instead, by doing it this way, when you place the final strip of tape over the mouth, it’s anchored to other pieces of tape, not skin, so trying to push off the tape with your tongue becomes harder because while you can work off the piece over your lips, the edges are attached to more tape instead of skin, and unaffected by the skin’s moisture, thus, increasing durability.
Once this is done, we can put away the gorilla tape. We don’t need it anymore. You can use it for the rest of the face if you want too though. I prefer it because of it’s thickness, weight, and resistance to moisture, but the tape is expensive, and I sometimes find myself on a budget. Anyway, the next step is to just add two or three more horizontal strips as follows:
Make sure that these pieces are longer than the tape underneath it. The goal is to cover a little more skin each time, to make it harder to get off, and to make the gag have more weight and tension on the face. It adds to that feeling of helplessness ;) Next, tear off a strip of tape. We want to run it from one cheek to the other, by running it down under the jaw and back up again, like so:
We do this to limit the movement of the jaw and “clench” it in place (make sure when you do this, do it tight!). Add another strip like this overlapping the first one, and then add a few more horizontal strips over those like so:
Once that’s done, the next step is to tear off a piece of tape, and then rip it in half horizontally/lengthwise. We want to place the two strips over the bridge of the nose like this:
This helps to further “anchor” the tapegag/facemask. When trying to move the jaw or facial muscles, the tape has a tendency to want to “pull” a little bit down. This is mitigated by doing this, and helps to pull the gag “up” a bit (however, it also does tend to pull on the skin under the eyes, so make sure not to put it toooo close to them). It also helps in the case of sweat from the upper lip loosening the gag a bit and it peeling off in that area by holding it down more. Add a few more strips horizontally, and then two vertical strips down either side of the nose like this:
And viola! You’ve got a solid, weighty, tape gag (that’s basically a face mask at this point!) that is sturdy, doesn’t pull on those sensitive neck hairs or hair on the head, keeps you quiet, and frames your nose nicely should some mild breathplay occur. All you need is a bag clip!
Or, for added security (or if you have one on hand), a head harness/muzzle can be placed overtop of this for extra secure, extra tight, “mmmmmph!” guaranteed fun!
(I placed some socks between the muzzle and my face to help cushion it a bit. The muzzle isn’t lined and it’s a bit rough on the edges. This way, it’s more comfy, and the cushion helps to evenly distribute the pressure when the straps are pulled tight! :D)
I hope you all enjoyed this little tutorial. This is just my preferred way of doing things (and having things done to me!) obviously, so you don’t have to follow it. But should you find yourself wanting something sturdy and a little more menacing when it comes to duct-tape, well, remember this! :)
When objectifying a fag making it your foot stool is most degrading. Use it’s back and it’s face to rest your stinking dirty sweaty feet, socks or boots on.
My pro jock muscle jock and I had an arrangement going. Our first fuck of the week is usually somewhere public. I just get off on the idea that I am fucking him in a place where a casual bypasser can recognize his famous jock mug and realize that he is getting fucked like a little bitch. He says he hates it, but the fact that he gets off every time seems to work against him.
Due to the semi public or quite public areas we visit, he sometimes has fans that would ask for his autograph. Quite fun to stand by and watch as he put on his public celebrity jock face then I drag him somewhere and stuff his famous mouth full of my cock.
We were discrete. I mean he does have a reputation to maintain and balls to play. But sometimes you have to do damage control.
It was one of those. During the day time, where it appears normal for people to be wondering about. About 10:30am, where the adults are at work and kids are at school. The street was quiet. Aside from the one high school kid that had ambushed him as he left his hotel, no one was around for miles. Slightly humid air, dark pathway, dead end, we scouted it out before. And you bet I bent him over and rammed his ass good.
I let him go first. It was his day off but he had shit to attend to. As I walked out the alley a load emptied from my balls, I caught a slight movement out of the corner of my eye.
I took a few steps closer, pretending not to notice anything. Then I circled back. Shit, the kid that asked for his autograph earlier today. Bastard followed us. Fuck.
I clapped his shoulder. He jumped like a frightened animal. “You saw, didn’t you?” I asked.
He spun around, his eyes wild as he stared at me. Yeah, he definitely saw something he shouldn’t have.
I looked him up and down. Then with a half smile on my face I told him. “Tonight, at that same hotel you were at this morning. 9pm. Come straight to room 1205. Come by yourself.”
He looked like he was still in shock. I smiled and pat his face. “1205. 9pm.” I left him and walked off.
Of course, by the time 9pm was around, I was already in the hotel room. The pro jock sitting next to me, wondering why I called him here and told him I had a surprise for him.
The knock came right at 9. I am willing to bet that he probably came early and probably had to work up his courage before knocking. No matter. I quickly opened the door. He was alone. Good. I grabbed his arm and yanked him into the room.
In the better light of the room and more time on my hands, I can better appreciate the sight in front of me. Definitely a jock. High school, probably last year and about to graduate. Decent looking body under that t-shirt. His attention was not on me of course. His idol who he saw just a little too much of is standing in the same room as him.
“You saw what happened at the alley today didn’t you?” I asked the high school jock.
“What? He saw that?” My pro jock asked in shock.
“You saw right boy?” I directed my question to the high school boy and he nodded in confirmation.
“Shit.” The big guy was still taking in the situation. “We are so fucked.”
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be a fucking pussy. The fact that he is here means he won’t breathe a word to any other soul. Right boy?”
As we set our eyes on the high school aged jock, he shifted nervously before nodding slowly.
“And we all know why he is here.” I said, walking up to the teenager and raking my eyes over that developing but solid body.
“Is he even legal?” I heard from behind me.
I glanced back.“Just shut the fuck up.”
“Why do you speak to him like that?” The high school quarterback asked, coming to the defence of his hero.
I closed the distance between me and my linebacker and circled his thick muscular neck with my arm.
Then, with a grin to the high schooler, I asked him. “You saw what we were doing today at the alley didn’t you?”
He nodded. With a grin, I said. “Then you know why. He’s my bitch.”
The poor young jock looked at us in a weird mix of terror and fascination. Unable to understand how someone he looks up to is being so calm while I am humiliating him like this.
“I don’t think you believe me.” I said. Giving my big jock a shake with my arm around him, I told him. “Come on, give our young friend here a lesson in reality. Tell him you’re my bitch.”
“I am his bitch.” My big jock said obediently, automatically. Damn that caused me to throb in my pants. I gave his head a rub for being such a good jock.
The high school jock looked at him then back at me. “Shit.” He said finally. “I can’t believe it.”
I shrugged. “What you believe does not change reality. In fact, I am going to teach you something new about your reality.”
“What?” That was the confused reply.
“You. I am going to make you my bitch too.” I said to him.
Both of the jocks looked at me in surprise. I just laughed. “You came here didn’t you? What were you expecting?”
“Not that. Certainly not that. I am not gay.” The boy immediately defended himself.
I nodded. “The protest. I know. I know. You aren’t man enough to go after what you want yet.” With a nodded to my bigger jock, I said. “He was right. You aren’t a man yet. You are still just a boy.”
I motioned to the empty hallway and the door. “You know your way out.”
I walked back to the bed and sat down. He had not moved an inch.
“Make up your mind. One way or the other. Either you turn around now and walk out that door, or you come over here, get on your knees and suck on my cock.”
The shorts I was wearing is doing a piss poor job of hiding the fact that I was hard. I mean it is not that hard to see why. The muscles on this young jock is tight and even if he wasn’t up for it, I always can have fun with my own big jock.
The room was silent for quite a while. I can see the struggle on his face as he wavered back and forth between bolting for the door or coming to me.
“I am not gay.” He repeated. He backed away, slowly but he stopped before reaching the door. Then he started to move closer to us again.
“Touch him.” I told my big pro jock.
He looked at the kid and then back at me. Then he shook his head. “That’s not right man.”
The kid listened, fascinated at what I am asking. I looked at him directly. “You got his autograph. You like him? Do you want to touch this big pro jock?”
The kid glanced over to the man towering above him. The kid was solidly built, but he was no where near the league of a pro. The kid nodded, slowly.
I walked up to the two of them. Gently guiding the kid, I had him face his idol. The kid had to tilt his head slightly up to look up at the bigger man. I pushed lightly on the kid’s back and he shuffled forward slightly.
He reached forward, probably to steady himself from my light push. But his hands found those muscle pecs on their own. I know how those two slabs of muscles feel. I had grabbed them plenty of times. And let’s just say that I still haven’t tired of them. They feel great in my hands and I think the high school jock found it to his liking too because he is not letting go.
I pressed up against his back. “Do you want to do more?” I asked against his ear.
He nodded. I smiled. “Good. Do you want to find out what other parts of him feel like?” I asked him.
He nodded again. His hands started to wander off those pecs. I quickly grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
“No no. He’s my toy. Not yours.” I said to him. “But I can show you everything that I do with him. Do you want to learn?” I grinded myself slightly against his backside, leaving no question about what I am going to do.
The kid is probably suffering from overload. Learning a dark secret of a man he looks up to, touching the body of his idol, his mind clouded with thoughts of what he saw earlier that day. He was in no shape to protest.
“Come.” I said as I pulled him with me.
As he passed his hero, a big hand reached out to stop him. “You can explore elsewhere. Trust me. You shouldn’t do it here.”
He looked away from me and back to the concerned face of a guy he admired on the TV. Before he had a chance to answer, I spoke up. “He’s right you know. This is a terrible idea. You will probably regret it later. But then again, it’s not the big head that is doing your thinking now huh?”
The high schooler stiffened slightly but he gently shook the jock’s hand off and continued with me. I guided him to his knees before the bed. Then I took a seat in front of him.
I smirked at my big jock. So satisfying to see this innocent high school boy, just starting into the prime of his life, down on his knees between my legs.
“Do you know what is going to happen?” I asked him. Lifting his face up a little by a finger under his chin.
He nodded. I smiled at him and took my hand off his face.
As the boy leaned towards me, I placed my hand on his head, stopping him from pushing his face into my crotch.
He looked up at me, confused and slightly bewildered.
I just smiled and reached down into his pockets. In the left pocket were his keys and wallet. The other pocket was his phone and 3 condoms. Someone came prepared.
I pulled all the contents out. Phone and keys I discarded with a toss towards the other unused bed. I flipped open the wallet and pulled out his license. Satisfy that the date on there was appropriate, I flicked it to my big jock. He grabbed it out of mid air. Seeing the same thing I saw, it put his mind at ease.
The wallet I just tossed aside. I spread out the condoms on my hands and raised an eyebrow at the kid. He blushed.
“Good to know you are responsible, but tonight, you won’t be wearing any of these.” I said to him. He shuddered slightly at my unspoken promise and threat.
I rubbed his head gently, pulling him into my crotch, introducing him to his first time so close to another man.
Starting him slow, I just let him run his face across the front of my shorts, letting him feel the hardness of a man under it, separated from his face by just layers of thin fabric.
“Take my cock out.” I said to him. He looked up at me then cast his eyes back down again. His shaky hands reached out and pulled my cock out of my shorts.
He had seen it before. Or at least caught a little bit of it earlier that day, but this time it is right in front of him. Hard and throbbing in his grip.
I raised his head so he can look at me. “Is this your first time?” I asked him.
He just nodded. I smiled at him reassuringly. “Good. Just take it slow. Give it a taste when you are ready.”
I watched as the mouth open. The slowness and reluctance. All of his life leading up to his defining moment.
Then I felt it, that feathery touch of his tongue against me. That innocent high school boy’s first taste of cock.
He immediately pulled his head back a strange look on his face. Then he gagged. The musky male taste of me invaded his senses, imprinting it inside his head. He shook his head as he gagged again.
I know now is not the time to be nice. I pulled his head back to my cock and rubbed it against his lips. “Lick it.” I snarled. “Now.”
He licked it again, unable to resist the tone in my voice. “Again.” I snapped right as his tongue returned to his mouth.
After two or three licks, he gotten used to the taste. I let go of my grip on his head and he is licking it by himself now.
“Suck on it.” I said. He looked up at me and I gave him a reassuring nod.
“I…” He started to say, but I cut him off. “Just do what your girls do for you. Think about what felt good and do it to me.” I told him.
He opened his mouth and took the head of my cock into his face. Damn smooth silky virgin mouth is always so good. Then he tried to take more and more until he pulled back as he gagged.
“Hey hey. It’s ok.” I said as I rubbed his face with my fingers. “Take it slow. We’ve got time.”
I looked up at my big jock, hard and ready in his pants at watching this happen before his eyes. This is the image he can totally relate to. I bet he can easily imagine himself being this jock between my legs, back in his high school years, learning how to please me.
“Why don’t you come here and help him out.” I said to him. The jock between my legs snapped back to reality as he remembered that we had an audience.
But the firm hand on his back stopped him from jumping in panic. The big hunking man sunk down besides him. I had to spread my legs wide to make room for them both.
With his hand still on the back of the high school jock besides him, my pro jock took my cock in his other hand. With a look to the kid, he took me down entirely in one swallow.
Hot damn. Usually he needs a bit of warming up but I guess he is in his element showing off to the kid. I involuntarily thrust up against the back of his throat. He took it with no complaints before pulling off, leaving my cock shining with his spit from tip to root. The youngster looked on in awe, his mind completely blown as he watched his hero deepthroat a cock like that.
The hand on his back gently guide him in, whispered instructions, taught him how to open his mouth, encouraged him when he had to gag and pull off, gently pulled him back in again to try and try again. I looked on with some weird sense of pride as my big pro jock trained this newbie high school jock on the finer details of what to do. The young boy listened and followed instructions to the letter. If this was on a field it would be an experienced player leading the rookie. Here, it is a high school jock being taught how to be a cocksucker by the pro football hero he worshipped.
And those demostrations, the boy’s eyes just stared with wide eye wonder as his hero demostrated. How the big jock twirl his thick jock tongue around the head of my cock, how to suck on the tip like a straw. How to take it all the way down and open his throat so I can fuck it. All that is happening right in front of his eyes inches away. He watched as his hero gagged on my cock from me fucking his face too rough, only to dive right back down on my cock with hardly a breath in between.
I just hang on for the ride as the two of them kissed with my cock between them. Their tongues licking at each other with my cock filling their mouths and my precum smeared onto their tongues. As they kissed up the length of my cock and their tongues wrapped against each other, rubbing all over the head of my cock, I had to pull them off.
“Time for the next big event.” I said as I pulled them up. I pushed the kid down onto his back on the bed.
I held up the condoms that the kid brought with him. Holding them up so that the package catches the light. “We have an option, either I with this raincoat. Or I give you a taste of what he gets on a nightly basis.” I said as I nodded towards the big pro football jock beside me. I looked back to the so innocent high school jock on his back. “Your choice.”
He had that deer caught in the headlight look about him. Like he wasn’t sure what was happening and yet can’t quite help but stay completely still. His mind is probably no better than a big scramble of too much information. Definitely not in a state to make good decisions.
“Comon boy. I don’t have all day.” I suddenly yelled, shocking him, making him jump, further throwing his mind into random chaos so that he cannot make any choice for himself.
With a too dramatic sigh, I threw the condoms on the bed and grabbed his face. “Ask me to fuck you.” I told him.
“F… Fuck me.” He stuttered. I smiled, the smile of a fucking predator. I made a display of lubing up my fingers. I slide one inside of him.
As I loosen up his ass, his initial painful expression relaxed. He started to moan. “Again. This time ask me to fuck you hard.” I said with a slight shake of my hand still gripped onto his face and I pulled my finger out.
“Fuck me hard.” He whispered, this time with a little less tremor in his voice. I stuffed two fingers inside of him. He gasped.
“Ask me to fuck you rough.” I told him, sliding the two fingers I had inside him out so that only the tips are still inside of him.
“Fuck me rough.” He said. This time louder and like it came easier to him. I jabbed my fingers in, getting a whimper out of him.
“Ask me to fuck you good.” I repeated. And again he answered. I repeated it so much that it came naturally to him, naturally begging for me to fuck his virgin high school jock ass in many different ways. My fingers banging his almost ready hole the entire time.
“Good.” I said after I made him repeat god knows how many times. “Now ask me to fuck you raw.” I grinned at him.
I don’t know if his head was in any way able to process what I just asked, but his voice came automatically. “Fuck me raw.”
I didn’t quite give him the chance to finish. The moment the last word left his mouth, I pulled out my fingers. He yelped at the sudden pull out. But I gave him more to gasp about. I penetrated him. Just like how he asked me to. Hard, rough, fast, raw. Everything he asked for.
The beautiful cry of innocence lost and the step that marks his jock body as mine. The full on assault on his body that he can never erase. The removal of the only virginity that will matter to him. I don’t give a fuck if I was the first person to have sex with him. I was the first to fuck him and I am determined to make him remember this night in his hottest wet dreams and his worst nightmares.
In the middle of my conquest, my eyes trailed over to where my pro football jock is standing at the sideline. His hard cock clearly communicating that he is enjoying this. I am not surprised. He is used to this side of me. The side that is able to impose my will upon him. Just like how I am imposing my wishes on the young jock squirming below me with my cock buried half way up his high school ass.
But his face was a mixture of horror, lust and fascination. Like he can’t believe this is happening. That a boy young from high school, that mere hours ago was asking for his autograph is now on his back, legs up in the air while I stretched that virgin ass wide open with my thick cock.
I smiled at him. Or maybe it was more a smirk. My eyes probably communicated to him exactly what I was thinking. My triumph at not only being able to get this high school jock to be willingly fucked. But also despite the fact that this kid was being responsible and arrived with condoms, I made this young jock in the start of his life asked for me to fuck him raw. Made him irresponsible, bend his will to mine, bend his body double while I drove my cock further and further up his virgin young high school football playing big man on campus jock ass. And the boy begged for it.
I felt myself bottom out into that tight and soft jock ass. I turned my attention back to the boy bent double below me. “You have it all jock boy. Raw and hard, just like how you asked for it. How does it feel huh?”
It was like a daze had settled over him for the longest time had lifted, like his head is finally processing everything that is happening around him, happening to him. He looked up at me and I can see in his eyes the full realization that he not only asked me to fuck him, but also that he asked me to fuck him raw. And my raw cock buried deep inside of him this very moment is all the evidence that he doesn’t need.
“No, no.” He whispered, struggling feebly, pathetically. A few nicely aimed short thrust inside his ass pulled the air from his lungs and he is left with nothing but moans and whimpers.
“Don’t think. Just enjoy this.” I told him. Then with a smirk I said. “Or at least learn to enjoy it.”
I started to fuck in earnest. Not really the type of fuck that you should be doing to a virgin. But this guy is a big strapping high school jock with the body and muscles. He can take it. Or at least I make sure he does take it.
Despite his teenage years, this high school jock’s voice had completely changed. At least I did not catch any hint of a cracking voice when I talked to him. But now, underneath me, his body bent into position that is best for me to fuck, I heard it. The moan, the whimper, the senseless gibberish that I am fucking out of him. This jock, this man who had just grown into his manhood, it was like his voice was regressing. Changing from the manly deep tones into high pitch wails. I am fucking him. And I am fucking him in such a way that I stripped past all this newly grown man and exposing the boy underneath.
It is not long before the begging start. Just whispers, then full voiced, then screams of “Please Please”. I don’t know what he was begging for. Mercy? Or More? I bet he doesn’t know either. His senses are overloaded and his mind is as fucked as his jock ass is right now.
But all that? Doesn’t matter to me. I will fuck him, and I will continue to fuck him, until I am good and ready to stop. Not a moment before and not a moment after.
The pleas died down, and he passively laid there as I continued to take my pleasure from his now slightly looser jock hole. It is always slightly boring when there isn’t enough reaction from the guy below you. Unless it was a case where you had taken away his ability to react. But that’s another story.
So I took that as a cue that I am being too easy. I started to fulfill the rest of the fuck I promised. Rough, hard, fast. Over and over, relentlessly. Pulling out completely and driving my way back inside. Forever rearranging how his insides work. Giving him a taste of what he can look forward to as a jock bottom in the future.
That got a reaction from him. He started to buck, to struggle, to yell out in pain when I got especially rough. But at the same time I can see his body betray him. His cock got hard. His breathing quickens. I started to aim. Aim right onto the point inside of him where I get the most reaction. The ultimate mixture of pain and pleasure so great that he can’t even differentiate if I am pleasuring him or torturing him. So bad that it hurts but it hurts him so good that his cock started to throb in the air.
With a couple of especially vicious jabs to that very spot, his vocal expressing of extreme pain turned mid scream into a howl of pleasure. His cock exploded, raining cum all over his hard teenage body, soaking him from his abs all the way up to the top of his hair. His face marked by his own cum and his mouth, opened in the thrills of passion, caught parts of the first load he had a man fucked out of him.
I pulled out. I looked over to my big pro jock. Still standing there, his cock hard from watching the events transpire in front of him.
“You still remember how to fuck?” I asked him. Kind of a pointless question. Probably an instinct built into most men’s DNA. But given that all his sexual releases with me had him on the receiving end, I felt it was good to tease him a bit.
He didn’t answer. He just climbed on top of the boy. His huge jock frame completely covered the not so small high school jock beneath him. Like he had something to prove, he immediately started to nail the kid. And it was seriously no holds barred nailing. I fuck rough, but I don’t have that extra 30 pounds of jock muscles. The boy, crush beneath his weight and pounded deep inside his guts, looked like he was ready to pass out.
I watched the display. I can tell my big pro jock is getting close. I took that moment to step in. I grabbed his hugely muscular shoulder, solid and flexing with the effort of fucking the boy under him. I feel him slow down a bit and turned his attention to me.
“Enough fucking for you. Pull out.” I told him.
His eyes narrow. It is one thing to bend him over and fuck him, but when a man is just moments away from firing his load inside a warm hole and you tell him to stop, most will probably ignore you. He growled and thrust one more time. I slapped his ass. He glared at me as he reluctantly pulled out. The bastard had the nerve to growl at me. I slapped his head for that display of defiance but didn’t comment further. His throbbing and angrily red cock wet as it waved in the air with every moment he made. I will make him pay later.
I took back my rightful place. The poor boy beneath me is too fucked out to register the significancy of what I just did. All he could do was moan as my cock filled in his empty hole once again, stretching him open to accommodate cock.
This is no leisurely fuck. I wanted to get off and this newly penetrated jock hole, still virgin enough that no other man had cum inside yet. My goal is to flood it full of my seed and mark him up as my fucking property.
I stabbed all the way in. Then I pulled out until most of the head of my cock leave his ass, pulling the thickest parts of my cock out of him, pulling his now slightly swollen jock hole with the thickness of my meat. Then, with a hard push, I bury myself deep inside him again, kicking the heat inside him up another level.
“So fucking tight.” I whispered into his ear. “Your virgin hole is so fucking wet.”
He just groaned. I licked his lips. “You want more?”
“Fuck… fuck…” He hissed.
“Yeah, I know you do. Look at you. Bet you didn’t know how much you needed to get fucked up the ass until now huh? High school jock boy. King of your domain. Legs up and spread wide, cock hard while you are getting fucked like a bitch. Getting your virgin ass cherry popped. Your first fuck of your life you had two man pull a train on you. Fucking slut.” I snarled at him as I pushed my cock in deep and rotated my waist, rubbing my cock in places he didn’t know he had inside of him.
Then I pulled out fast and rough, probably pulling out a part of his guts from inside him. I didn’t stop to check, because the very next moment I rammed my cock inside of him again. His head shake from side to side, the blood vessels on his temple clearly visible from the effort of both taking my cock inside his no longer virgin ass and keeping himself from screaming in both pain and pleasure.
“You want me to breed you?” I asked him. The high school jocked looked up at me. Suddenly occurred to me how young he looked. How young he really is. Fresh at the start of his life and here he is, his first man to man experience is here, with my cock up inside his ass. What a fucking high to fuck him over like this.
“Yes.” He moaned.
“I don’t have a condom on. It is going to go right inside of you. Going to mark you up boy.” I told him as I pulled out a little, letting him feel me leave his body before popping the head of my cock back in.
“Do it.” He moaned. “Do it.”
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my load.” I said to him.
“I want it. I want your load.” He cried. With that admission, his cock throbbed once more and the second load of the night blast out of him, coating his already wet abs and chest with another few shots of his potent jock load.
I growled at the display. His admission to wanting my load brought me over the edge with him. The way his ass squeezed around my cock didn’t get me the first time, but I am not made of steel. This second time, the way his ass flexed around me, the way his inside milked my cock, it was like his body knew how much he needed this, how much he wanted this. I yelled out as I fired my load deep inside him. Giving him his first load of his young life and probably the first of many more to come.
He collapsed after that. Totally fucked out and just passed out from the dual orgasm and the vicious fucks he took tonight. I rolled off to the side, stopping to catch my breath.
I looked up, the big pro jock still standing there, his cock hard, his hand jerking himself off and he was close to shooting his load.
“Stop.” I said to him. His eyes snapped open and he stared at me incrediously.
I reached up and pulled his hand off his cock. “You are not going to cum tonight.” I told him.
His hand struggled against me. He was ready to cum and that was not going to stop him.
“You think I didn’t remember? You telling our jock boy here that he should experiment else where?” I asked him. “How does it feel to fuck a piece of ass like a man again? Bet you forgotten how good that felt right?”
His hand dragged closer to his cock. I Know I can’t stop him if he truly didn’t listen.
“Yet, while you were fucking him like a man, you pulled out just because I told you to. Just like a little bitch. A good little jock bitch.” I said as I locked eyes with him.
“Feels good to listen to me right? Obeying me makes you feel happier than shooting your load right?” I asked him. He looked away. Partly from shame and partly to hide himself from the truth of my words. His hand stopped moving towards his cock.
“Why don’t you get down here and clean my cock off.” I said, easing him out of his own pleasure.
He looked at me for a second before he leaned down and started to suck the spent cum and virgin ass juices off my cock. I started to rub his head.
“That’s my good jock toy. That’s right, make yourself comfortable. Just suck on it. Keep it in your mouth and suck on my cock.” I said to him smoothly.
He continued his sucking, just like how a baby would suck, softly and needily.
Soon enough, I know he is back to his right mindset.
“No cumming tonight. Understand?” I asked him as he continued to suck. He nodded.
I rubbed his head affectionately, as a reward for listening.
“I hate you.” He whispered, leaning his head back into my petting. “I hate what you did to me. I hate what you do to me now. I hate that I can’t stop you from doing the same thing to him. I hate that I can’t stop you from what you are about to do to him. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.”
“I know. I know.” I whispered as I pulled his head back to my crotch. “But he saw us. We have to do something about it right?”
My hands pushed down on his head, not really waiting for an answer from him.
And I soon felt the softness of his lips wrapped themselves around me once more.
Anonymous wants to know if I ever raise my voice to any of my pups.
Have you ever seen a dog owner yelling at their dog? Repeatedly giving a command, only to have the dog ignore them? The more flustered the owner gets, the more embarrassed you are for them. A good trainer stops, controls their dog, reinforces the command, and provides a treat.
Getting upset isn’t the best way to improve behavior in a sub. Instead, you must ground them. Get very close. Look in their eyes. Tell them very quietly what is going to happen. Carry out that action. Move on.
