The Guys from Grindr (Loads 18-21)
I had just taken eight anonymous loads and was horny beyond words from not being allowed to cum. I craved more cock, more cum, more whatever. I was ravenous. ”We have something planned for you this afternoon. We need to get started now”, Lt. said abruptly as he walked to the closet where he had stored his toys and pulled out some kind of iron manacle that looked like it restrained your ankles and wrists in a straight line. “These are double rigid irons,” he continued, “they will secure your wrists to your ankles to make sure we have full access to you.”
It was essentially a long piece of iron with circular openings along its length. The openings on each end were apparently for my ankles and immediately inside them were two for my wrists. I’d be folded like a pretzel with my legs spread and shackled and my wrists secured just inside my ankles, giving complete access to my hole. But right now? It was 2 in the afternoon.
“This is for later this afternoon”, Sir explained, but we need a pic of you demonstrating how it works. “You have such a sexy body…a pic gives us the opportunity to show you off”. I was so incredibly horny they could've shackled me there and left me in the hotel lobby and I'd be fine with it.
They told me to sit on the floor, bend over and place my wrists between my ankles, elbows inside my knees. Fortunately, I’m pretty nimble from working out, so the position wasn’t a problem, but being restrained in that position for a period of time could be challenging. I did as told, and Lt. quickly shackled my wrists and ankles into the manacle. I have to admit, it was another case of feeling sexy as hell. The utter helplessness and vulnerability was a turn-on beyond description.
Once secured, they stepped back to appraise me. “Good work, Lt.!” Sir exclaimed. “Damn, he’s one fine fuck” Lt. said and then added, “Let’s get the pics now.” They rolled me on my back so my shackled ankles and wrists were in the air with my ass completely exposed.
“He looks hot as hell, but you can’t see the hashmarks when he’s on his back. Let’s put him face down over the back of the couch”, said Lt.
They picked me up like I was a piece of furniture and draped my folded body over the back of the couch. Thankfully, the couch was well cushioned as my neck supported the weight of my body. My knees rested on the couch cushion and my arms were pulled down by the shackles with my wrists immediately inside them. And conspicuously present were the 17 hashmarks on my ass and lower back.
“Excellent,” Sir gloated, “now let’s get those pics.”
It didn’t take long before Lt. got the pics in that position and then they turned me around again and lowered me on my back on the couch, with my wrists and ankles back in the air. Lt. took a couple more pics like that and we were done. He quickly unshackled me and let me stretch out, which felt surprisingly good.
Once nude again (and still achingly hard), Sir reached for something and said, “Thomas, we’re so happy with your…performance…we got you a little present for you to use this afternoon.” He reached in a bag and pulled out a tiny, thin, white speedo. “We’re letting you spend the afternoon by the pool with us and we got you this to wear. I think you’ll make quite an impression.”
Typically I wouldn’t be caught dead in this speedo with the cock ring and ball stretcher pushing out my junk. But I was so horny I wasn’t thinking straight and relished the opportunity to show off my junk, hashmarks and all.
Noting the conflict on my face, Sir ordered, “Go put it on. I want everyone down at the pool to see what a slut you are.”
I walked slowly into the dungeon/bedroom. I knew what I had to do. Being nude, all I needed to do was slide on the speedo. I did with somewhat of a struggle, and I could tell without looking it that it barely covered my engorged package. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized how obscene I looked. My cock and balls were on full display, and when I turned around you could see the black hashmarks on my ass through the white fabric and the ones on my back. And if it got wet the visual would be even more pornographic. But seeing myself like this only made me harder…I’m pretty sure I even started to leak.
I didn’t hear them enter, but they were now both behind me, ogling me. “Fuck yeah, the boys down at the pool are gonna love our little bitch boy. Don’t you think Lt.?”
“Hell yeah”, Lt. replied. “And if they can count, they’ll see what a slut he is!”
I watched my cock reach become fully erect in the speedo…these two really knew what turned me on.
They quickly changed, grabbed some cold drinks, suntan lotion, etc., and off we went. Not surprisingly, they carried everything, putting me on full display. Just walking to the elevator was shaming, and thankfully, it was empty when we got in.
But I made quite a stir when we walked through the hotel lobby to get to the pool. I tried a couple times to cover my groin with my hands, but each time I did, Sir shot me a glare that spoke volumes.
When we entered the pool area, all eyes were on us, or should I say me, and Sir immediately spotted three chaise lounges close to the center of the action. Sir and Lt. looked insanely hot themselves in their speedos…they alone would attract plenty of attention. But people’s jaws dropped when they saw me. Fortunately, it was predominantly gay men, but even they were stunned with what they saw. ‘Amused’ might be the more apt descriptor as it didn’t take them long to figure out my role given the two studs I was with. Sir ordered me to fetch the towels across the pool area and, being incredibly horny, I welcomed the opportunity to flaunt my speedo-clad self and the prominent hashmarks on my back and glutes. I felt every eyeball in the pool on me, leaving me profoundly humiliated…and immensely aroused.
We eventually got settled and laid down to enjoy (as much as I could) the sunshine. Not long after, Sir noted how hot it was getting and suggested (again, an order) that I take a dip in the pool. There was no confusion what was going on. Once wet, my skimpy white speedo would show off my package and hashmarks even more distinctly. I dove into the pool and swam several laps but could tell Sir was getting impatient for me to return. I climbed out land boldly walked back to my lounge. Face up or face down? Face down and my cock would tower above my torso. Face down brazenly showed off how many loads I’d taken. I chose face down.
I was dozing off but sensed Lt. standing off to my side taking pictures when he told me to flip over saying, “I want one from the front too.” I did and felt a thrill of exhibitionism as I did.
As I laid there, I overheard a conversation between the two of them, apparently involving me in some way. I picked up bits and pieces..
“You got the pics?”
“Make sure you post the ones we took upstairs with him in the manacle…”
“Let me know when you start getting hits…”
A few minutes later…
“Jesus, Grindr is exploding…”
“They like what they see?”
“We’ll have lots of choices…”
What the fuck was happening now? Was I about to be sold out to the highest bidder on Grindr?
They continued, passing the phone back and forth..
“…these guys look hot…”
“…yeah, what about this guy? Totally into kink.”
“…or these guys…”
“..or this one…”
“…hey, these two are at the pool now…I think that’s them over there…”
Now I had to look; I could no longer pretend I wasn’t part of the plan. I cranked my head to see where Sir and Lt. were looking; it was at two speedo-clad studs across the pool, equally as hot as my two men. Was this heading where I thought (actually hoped) it was?
Lt. continued texting, presumably with the two guys, then conferred quietly between themselves. Sir leaned over to me and suggested (again, ordered) that I head over and introduce myself to the two men he pointed to. He said they were longtime friends (I knew he was lying) and that they wanted to meet me. “Get going”, he concluded.
I slowly got up from my chaise and made my way over to them and they stared lasers through me as I approached them, making me even hornier, if possible. Damn, they were even sexier up close. The first was tall, early 50s, with broad shoulders, trim waist, huge package fighting to break free from his speedo, and a porn star mustache. The other was shorter, thicker, and more muscular. They reminded me of Sir and Lt.
Porn star mustache spoke first, “Hey daddy, you’re looking especially good. Your friends over there tell us you like to have fun.”
I was so turned on I literally couldn’t answer, so Mr. Muscle held up his phone and showed me the pics of me earlier up in the room, manacled, exposing my ass. He watched my face and then simply grinned.
Porn Star Mustache continued, “Tell your masters over there that we accept their invitation. We have your suite number; we’ll be up in about a half hour. And you…make sure you’re ready when we get there.” With a flair for the dramatic, he sat up and placed his wrists inside his ankles like I’d be in a few minutes, looked me in the eye, “See you upstairs.”
That brief exchange resulted in the most engorged cock in my life. The humiliation and the expectation of what was to come was difficult to comprehend. I walked back to Sir and Lt., shared exactly what they said and they popped up, gathered our stuff, and said, “Let’s get you ready.”
We made our way back to the suite, I was ordered to douche and “make it fast”. I returned to the suite, still hard, nude, and ready. About five minutes before our guests were to arrive, they placed me back in the manacles I’d been photographed in and lifted me back over the side of the couch. Damn, what was I doing? Legs spread, ass completely exposed, ankles and wrists shackled, and my mouth hanging over the back of the couch where there was plenty of room for someone to stand.
After getting placed there, we didn’t have to wait long for a knock on the door. Sir yelled for them to come in, and in walked these two beautiful men. My cock hardened up again, and maybe even dripped a bit of pre-cum.
“Welcome gentlemen”, Sir greeted them. “So glad you could join us. As you can see, Thomas here is very excited to see you as well”, and he walked over and gave my hardened cock a stiff tug backwards. “Argh!” I yelped, unable to control myself. My cock getting pulled backwards is my Achilles heel. It looks so fucking hot in porn, but damn, it’s uncomfortable for me. But I had to be careful. Would knowing that encourage them to do it more?
Porn Star Mustache introduced himself as Mark, and Mr. Muscle’s name was Roman. Seemed fitting as he looked like a Roman god. I could only see them out of my periphery, but between what I could see and hear, they went right at it. Sir went right for Roman, and Mark pulled Lt. into an embrace. All four of them were only wearing their speedos and were covered in sweat and suntan lotion. The scene, what I could make of it, forced my cock to swell even more. They said little, and before long, Roman and Lt. were on their knees servicing their new friends’ cocks. Clearly enjoying it, it went on for a few minutes before the two stood up and the four huddled in a mutual embrace…kissing, licking each other’s faces, fondling…endless foreplay. There was no question I was the entrée.
“Let’s get started”, Sir said in a voice loud enough for me to hear. The four walked over to me and had shed their speedos by this time. I was face down, so all I could see was two cocks at my mouth who I was pretty sure were Lt.’s and Roman’s. They were like manna from heaven. Both remarkably thick, and each with just a hint of precum. At the same time, I felt a warm, mustached mouth getting a taste of my very exposed hole. “Mmmmm…” Mark sighed. There it was, I thought. I hot tongue on my hole. Please don’t stop. As Mark licked my hole more and more aggressively, Sir affectionately rubbed my back, arms, legs, and glutes, assuring me (at least in my mind) that he had my back.
Up front, I hungrily took turns taking Roman and Lt.’s juicy cocks down my throat. I couldn’t get enough of them. I only wished I my hands were free so I could hold the warm cock I wasn’t sucking in my fist. I felt like I was doing my job as they passionately made out as I moved back and forth between their cocks.
My attention returned to my backside, as Mark began to finger my hole. First one, then two, and very quickly three fingers were exploring the inside of my well used rectum, seemingly searching for the precise position of my prostate. The warmth of his fingers up there sent shock waves through me. Please God, let him find it.
“Here, use this”, I heard Sir say and I heard the lube bottle pop open. Not long after, the tip of a well lubed prick slowly pushed into my hole. “Oh my fucking god”, I gasped. Being bound in such a helpless position and having a stranger's hot cock penetrate you was beyond description. Every fantasy I’d ever had about submission was being exceeded. His cock felt like a white hot poker penetrating me that I couldn’t resist, even if I wanted to. I begged him to go deeper. “Please sir,” I gasped, “fuck this slut’s hole”.
“Our slut seems to like you, Mark”, Sir whispered before he decided to lend him a helping hand. Sir stepped to the side of Mark and fisted Mark’s cock as he drilled me. That sent both Mark and me into the stratosphere. It already felt amazing and then Sir started to fondle my balls, and gently pulled my cock back and stroked it while Mark pounded me. Without warning, Sir’s hand gripped the point exactly where Mark was entering me and inserted a finger up me, along with Mark’s cock. Mark, knowing what Sir was doing, stopped his thrusting and allowed Sir’s finger to penetrate deeper into my hole, next to his cock. Before this morning, I’d never had more than a cock up me. Now Sir had slid his middle finger all the way up, alongside Mark’s cock. “FUCK” I cried. The pain of my hole being stretched was matched by the satisfying fullness inside my rectum. Mark apparently loved it too, whispering to Sir, “Fuck, dude, your finger feels so hot up there with my cock. You’re gonna make me shoot.” Mark and Sir got into an unspoken rhythm of thrusting into me simultaneously, one cock and one finger, leaving me to wonder if the is what it felt like to get DP’d. I thought my head was going to explode.
As Mark and Sir took my hole to new heights of pleasure, Roman had taken over up front. Roman at one end, and Mark and Sir at the other were remarkably synchronized, making sure that when one pushed, the other pulled, and visa versa. Mark’s cock (or Sirs’ finger, I couldn’t tell) had found my G-spot and I roared in ecstasy. One cock teasing my prostate, a different cock assaulting my throat.
As much as I wanted this to continue for-fucking-ever, I wanted their cum more. Sir had made it clear the reason they wouldn’t allow me to cum was to keep me horny, and it was working better than they knew. I had officially become a cum slut, and all I wanted was to feel their cum blast deep into my hole and down my throat. They picked up their pace, and before long, Sir, who had regrettably pulled his finger out of my ass, and Lt. were beside Mark and Roman matching their pace with their own masturbatory strokes. I had four cocks ready to blast and I couldn’t wait.
“Please sirs”, I begged, “Breed this slut’s hole”, I begged Mark, and to Roman I added, “Feed me your cum, Sir.”
That dirty talk did the trick. Mark came first, shooting blast after blast of warm goo up my hole. Roman followed quickly behind pulling out so I could taste every glorious drop. Not to be outdone, I felt Lt. unload in my face while Sir aimed his jizz at the entry point where Mark’s cock was still pulsing into my hole so Mark could push Sir’s jizz into my hole along with his own.
I was covered with cum, inside and out, and while I didn’t experience release, I was satisfied, yet still horny beyond comprehension.
After several minutes, the four of them pulled out and off me and, got themselves respectable (as respectable as you can get when all you’re wearing is a speedo), and said their goodbyes.
Sir and Lt. returned to me to release me from my shackles and complimented me on my “performance.”
“Damn, Thomas,” Sir started, “you are really into this, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’ve never done this before. You’re like a professional whore.”
I still hadn’t come down from their orgasm, and tacitly accepted his compliment.
Helping me back to the dungeon/bedroom, he led me to the shower and said, “Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and get some rest. Tonight’s your big night. We have serious plans for you.”
Typically that would scare the crap out of me, but in my current state of mind I saw it as another chance to take more cock. Even if tonight were rougher, I’d get what I want.
I took a long, luxurious shower, laid down and was out like a light, knowing that when I woke up, I’d be subjected to even more unspeakable acts which, hopefully, would somehow allow me to cum.
