I’m blindfolded, nude, spread eagle, with leather restraints securing my wrists, neck and ankles to the sides of the bed. Their finishing touch was to bind my cock with a leather cock ring and aggressively pull it away from my body by a rope or leather strap. In the room was David, the handsome, mid-50’s African American who had responded to my original “Hotel Door Open” post and more than fulfilled my anonymous hotel fuck fantasy. Suspense, mystery, and a long, hot fuck. Tonight, he and I were reconnecting for Round 2: a night of leather and bondage where I’d be restrained and he’d be in charge. Without my knowledge (or consent) he had recruited Brian, the bartender from the hotel bar downstairs who was seriously into leather and bondage to join us. David owned me that night, that was clear, and Brian was showing him the ropes (pun intended) on how to run a kinky bondage scene. Brian and I had flirted a handful of times at the bar downstairs, but had never consummated our relationship. Tonight, with me fully restrained, they were warming up by working my nipples, balls, hole and paying extra attention to my uncomfortably vertically engorged cock. They had me where they wanted me now. With Brian’s lubed hand stroking my ready-to-explode cock, he leaned into my ear and whispered, “You didn’t tell me about your insanely thick cock, Stevie. We have some catching up to do…”
Having been blindfolded for the entire evening, I hadn’t seen either David or Brian in their gear but my imagination was in overdrive. I remembered David’s body vaguely from our first night together and from what I saw he was scorching hot. Probably 6’3”, mid-50’s, broad shoulders, slightly greying at the temples with wide shoulders and a cock that belonged in a BBC porn video. Seeing him in his leather gear would likely make me cum without even touching myself. I’d only seen Brian in his bartending uniform behind the bar, but there was no mistaking that he was a total gym rat. He always wore a tight white shirt that hugged his biceps, shoulders, and pics which tapered down to a trim waist, and he typically wore snug black chinos that showcased his ample bulge that begged for attention. More than once during our occasional flirting sessions he had to remind me that his eyes were “up here”, pointing to his own eyes. Tonight when he stripped down, David (apparently seeing him in his leather gear for the first time) remarked, “Fuck, man…You. Are. Ripped!”
The stage was set. The party was officially ready to start.
David began, “Brian, bring out the rest of your toys and let’s see which ones our boy likes the best. Did you bring two of of everything, so we can double-team him?”
“Yes, boss”, Brian replied with a smile. I could hear him move toward what I assumed was his luggage and pull out different things one at a time. To heighten the suspense, he took his time and David remarked on each one.
There are no words to describe the helpless, vulnerable eroticism of being in this position. I breathed as deeply as I could, but all I could do was squirm and hope for the best. I was turned-on as hell, and equally scared as shit.
As Brian revealed the toys, one-by-one, and David commented on each…
“Ooohhh, that’ll be fun. He’ll like that.”
“Oh, good, I’m glad you brought those.”
“Of fuck, we’ll definitely use those.”
“Whoa! Too much?” David asked. “Don’t worry, we can go easy on him”, Brian replied.
There was a short pause and Brian pulled one out and laid it on the table with a distinctive thud, “This is a new one from the Mr. S. website that I want to try on him. Or should I say in him.”
Jesus, I thought. IN me??? I think I know what that means.
“That should do it for now”, Brian wrapped it up. “But I have more should we need them. Let’s get this party started…”
I sensed him looking down at me, assessing me, and I was correct. He had unraveled a rope and rubbed it across my torso with the words, “I picked a nice soft rope for you Stevie, I hope you like it."
He shifted his attention to my lower body and grabbed my engorged cock. As he unsnapped the leather cock ring, he said, “I have a better idea for this monster cock of yours”. It felt good for it to be released from its uncomfortable position, but that didn’t last long. I immediately felt his hands pull my balls as far from my cock as possible and wrap the rope around them, to separate them from my cock. He then maneuvered the rope around the base of my cock and attached the rope to something at the end of the bed which, like before, pulled my hard cock away from my body. Now the intensity was doubled. My balls were pulled away from my cock and my cock was pulled away from my torso. I writhed, having to breathe deep but secretly loving every minute of it.
Without missing a beat, I felt him cup my exposed balls and tap them gently with what felt like a paddle. “Fuck,” I cried. It didn’t really hurt, but I knew that if he slapped them harder, it’d hurt like hell.
“I think our boy likes that, don’t you David?” Brian asked.
“Hell yeah he does, and I think he can take more, right Steve?” David asked.
“Please go slow”, I begged. “My balls are incredibly sensitive.”
I sensed Brian and David motioning to one another, heard some commotion, and finally David said, “Let’s try it this way…”
David grasped my cock with his lubed fist and gently stroked it. Matching David’s stroking rhythm, Brian continued to paddle my balls.
Simultaneously, my hard cock is being stroked while my over-exposed balls are being paddled. The stroking/paddling went on to the point where I was reaching my limit. I was close to cumming, but at the same time my balls could no longer endure the paddling.
They pulled off me and Brian declared, “Let’s focus on these nice titties of yours.”. Before long, David and Brian were on either side of me, massaging and pinching my nipples. I heard Brian whisper, “1,2,3” and immediately felt the clamps being replaced onto my nipples. Thankfully, they both attached them deep onto my pecs, which is less painful than the tips of the nipples. But they made up for that be taking turns tugging the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Frankly, the feeling was more erotic than painful, but I was happy to play the role of the tortured victim. This sex scene was like a transaction. I longed to be punished and they got off watching me suffer. It was the devil’s bargain.
Still fully restrained with my bound cock and balls competing with my tortured nipples for my attention, I heard one of them cross the room.
“Here you go”, I heard Brian say to David as he apparently handed him a pair of toys. “You start up there and I’ll start down here.” It didn’t take long until one of them grabbed my left foot and the other my right hand, followed immediately by what could only have been pinwheels crossing the bottom of my foot and my palm. The sensation wasn’t unpleasant, but this was just my hand and foot.
“Meet you in the middle”, Brian said smilingly to David.
And with that I felt one pinwheel move up my leg with Brian varying the pressure from gentle to forceful. Simultaneously, David moved his down my arm, into my armpit, across my torso and dangerously close to my clamped nipples. The sensation is difficult to describe. It tickled and was slightly painful, both at the same time. But the overriding sensation was an even heightened sense of eroticism.
But it even got better/worse. I eventually felt the pinwheels targeting my cock. Both of them arrived at my inner thighs at the same time and quickly moved to that holy space between my balls and crack which is often overlooked. The feeling was exquisite. But it got even better/worse when one of the pinwheels reached my balls, which were bound so tight they looked must’ve looked like a pair of tennis balls. The sensation of the pins prickling my engorged balls was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. They continued working my balls (and could’ve gone on forever), but they were on a mission. There was only one body part left untouched…my engorged cock. They each took a side and I felt the evil pinwheels being moved up and down the sides of my very erect cock. I whimpered and cried, even bucked my hips begging for more. I had signed up for tonight to see just what my limits were, and I was quickly learning.
“You like that Stevie”, Brian asked sarcastically.
All I could do was groan.
“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’”, laughed Brian evilly.
They continued pinwheeling (is that a verb?) my cock and balls but now it was time to get serious. I felt Brian place himself directly in front of me and grab my roped off cock right at its base. I knew what was coming. He gently placed the pinwheel at the base of my cock which carefully travelled up the exterior of my urethra until it met that magic clef just below my piss slit. “Better stay still” he admonished, and he was right; if I jerked I knew it could cause injury. He paused the pinwheel there and then slowly guided it into and over my piss slit and down the top of my cock back down to its base. I realized I had been holding my breath the entire time and when the danger had subsided, I let out an exhausted breath. “Again, Stevie?” Brian sneered.
“I can take it,” I bravely whispered.
He repeated this a few more times until I was exhausted and sweating. The feeling of that instrument of torture against my most private and vulnerable parts was overwhelming, especially when it reached my open and engorged piss slit. While I’d never describe the encounter as pleasurable, I can’t deny it was electrifying beyond anything I’d ever experienced.
Thank god it was time to move on though. They pulled back and very gently massaged my abused cock, even both taking a turn to tenderly suck on it. They knew it had been through a lot, and wanted to reward me for my bravery.
“Feeling better, Steve?” David asked with genuine concern.
“Yes, sir”, I replied as I exhaled.
“Ready for more?” Brian asked without missing a beat.
“I’ll try,” I murmured, not really sure if I was or not.
At this point Brian, the CBO, Chief Bondage Officer, took full control. “Let’s get him on his knees for Part 2”, he ordered.
They proceeded to release the ropes from the leather restrains on my wrists, neck, and ankles, and the rope around my cock and balls. It was clear they weren’t done with me…that they simply wanted me in a new position.
So it was no surprise when Brian ordered me to kneel upright facing the foot of the bed. He secured my wrists so that my arms were pulled at roughly a 45 degree angle from my body and my neck was re-secured to something straight out from me but still with enough slack to kneel upright or rest my head on the bed. He secured a spreader bar between my ankles, completely exposing my ass, and re-tied the rope from my cock and balls to something at the end of the bed.
Now I was even more on display than before, and I fucking loved it. I could now be certain I wouldn’t be harmed, and they were taking me to a level of sexual experimentation I probably never knew existed.
"Nice job Brian…just look at our stud”, announced David. “You are one hot man, Steve. And that cock. THAT COCK!” he proclaimed.
“Fuck yeah”, answered Brian. “This is exactly how I like my boys. Wait until you see what’s next.”
“Before the big finale, I think our boy needs to be punished”, said Brian with a smile on his face. Once again, he took a few steps to retrieve a toy and handed one to David. I heard them motioning to one another and quickly felt one of them climb on the bed behind me. “On three,” Brian said, “I’ll go first. One…two…three…” and I immediately felt a gentle flog across my back. It was apparently a leather flogger with several tails intended to be an instrument of torture, but it struck me so softly it was more sexually stimulating than painful. That was immediately followed by a similar flog, but this time from below my crotch, so the leather tails’s reached under, up and around, enveloping my swollen cock and balls. That feeling was explosively erotic. I made a noise I’d never heard myself make…half complete pleasure and half fear. But my response gave it away: I wanted more.
The floggers went back and forth…back and torso, balls and cock, back and torso, balls and cock. It was almost as if it were rehearsed because the velocity of each stoke increased in exactly the same increment. I’d seen flogging porn and never understood the appeal. Now I knew. It was a strange cocktail of pleasure, pain, suspense, and humiliation. And I was there for it.
But like all good things, they sensed when I had reached my limit and it was time to move on. After they put down the floggers, they gently rubbed and caressed the areas that had been affected. Of course, David had to be especially careful with my balls and cock…they were particularly tender, but the rubdown brought me down off the ceiling.
“Time for the big finale”, Brian announced and I heard him move to where he had retrieved the other toys and walk back to the bed. Apparently seeing what he had brought over, David exclaimed, “Damn, man. Are you sure he can handle that?”
“We’re gonna see”, Brian replied. “I see one of you brought poppers”, he added. “Good, those will help." And as he was saying those words, I felt a slightly heavy object drop on the bed behind me between my spread ankles.
“David, why don’t you do the honors of getting his hole nice and wet for our last toy”, Brian added.
I could feel David climb up to the bed and kneel by my side, facing me. He put one arm around my torso and leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry stud, we won’t do anything you don’t want to. I promise.” And as he finished those words, I felt lube being squirted up my ass followed by one, then two fingers stretching my hole out.
“That feel ok?” David asked as he pushed in and out with his fingers. “Fuck, yeah”, I groaned. “But what’s down on the bed between my legs?”
Before David could answer, Brian broke in, “It’s a new toy I found on the Mr. S. website called the Ass Hammer. I’ve been looking forward to trying it out on one of my boys. You’re the lucky winner.”
“Don’t worry, Steve”, David repeated. “I got you.” I felt him lean over and he returned with the bottle of poppers up to my nose. “Take a hit while we get you ready.” I love poppers, so was more than ready when he offered them. I took one long hit in each nostril and immediately started to fly. Even just being humiliated and on display was elevated to new heights. David took the opportunity to add a third finger and was able to perfectly locate my g-spot. “Fuck” I howled, wondering how the night could’ve gotten better. “Fuck me, please David,” I begged.
“In good time, my friend”, answered David gravely.
“I think he’s ready”, Brian announced.
The poppers still had me flying but David offered me another hit. “You’re gonna need these”, he suggested.
I eagerly took two more hits and almost immediately sensed what felt like an enormous chrome ball pressing into my hole. “This is big,” warned David, ”but I think you can take it”.
As he continued to press, I tried my best to push against it but the pressure was quickly turning to pain. “Press out, like you’re taking a dump” ordered Brain.
“I’m fucking trying” I protested.
“We almost had it” David added before pulling back on it. “Let’s take short break and try again. You good with that Steve?”
“Ok, but I’m gonna need more poppers before we start.”
We all rested for a few moments when David asked, “Ready to try again?”
I nodded gravely and realized that David had handed the poppers to Brian, who was now standing directly in front of me on the bed. “Here you go, sexy boy”, he said as he closed one nostril and allowed me to take a long hit. I took three seriously long hits in each nostril and was nearly delirious and said, “Let’s fucking do this.”
I could feel the chrome orb push firmly into my hole with David back there slowly inserting, releasing and re-inserting it deeper every time. It stretched and hurt like hell, but I knew if they got it in, it would be insanely hot.
“One more hit, quick” I ordered, and the poppers were at my nose instantaneously. I actually took two more per nostril and that did the trick. Yes, it hurt like hell, but my tight anus finally surrendered to the chrome orb. Once my stubborn sphincter surrendered, the orb receive a hero’s welcome. My rectum had never felt so full, so satisfied, so gloriously happy as it did the moment my new best friend found its new home.
And, much to my delight, the weight of it (and was it ever heavy!) landed directly on my prostate and laid there there motionless, insanely erotic. I writhed, moaned, and clenched my asslips around it to tell it how much I loved it. And, man, did it love me back.
I thought I had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy, but once again, I was wrong. Attached to the chrome ball was a metal rod which led to a handle or another chrome ball. Whatever it was, David was able to grasp it and maneuver the heavy metal ball to heighten my pleasure even further. He slowly pulled it in and out, each time caressing my prostate. I tried to help him by thrusting my hips as best I could (given my restraints) but he was in control. He established an erotic rhythm of in-and-out that had my cock dripping non-stop.
“Oh fuck David, FUCK! Please…stop. No, keep going. No, stop. KEEP GOING!” I was insane with pleasure.
At the same time, Brian was still in front of me, caressing my torso, cock and balls, and feeding me more poppers. I seriously wondered if one could die from being overly stimulated. I had never felt anything remotely like this.
Suddenly, Brian blurted out, “Damn David, come and see how much pre-cum our boy is leaking. It’s like he’s cumming without squirting.”
I could feel David let go of the devious toy that was still secure in my rectum and look around me and see. “Damn, I’ve never seen anything like that”, he muttered. He then added, I think it’s time to take the blindfold off and let him see for himself how much his cock likes this.”
“Absolutely”, Brian responded. “We owe him that.”
With that, I felt David release the blindfold and remove it from my head. I had been in the dark so long that it took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the light even though it was low. I looked down at my cock below me, and holy shit, they were right. There was a steady stream of cocksnot that extended from the tip of my cock to a giant wet spot on the bed below it.
Once that registered, I was able to fully take in my two abusers. They were both decked out in leather…jockstraps with pouches removed exposing their semi-hard cocks, boots, armbands and harnesses that accentuated every muscle of their upper bodies. Brian, was as ripped as I had anticipated; sexy as hell and exactly like I had imagined him in his gear.
What surprised me though was David. In our previous night together when the lights were out and I was face down, I only got a glimpse of him as he was leaving. Now, seeing him in better light and leather gear, he was a god. A tall, built, black god. He was imposing…almost intimidating, and the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. He shoulders were so wide they almost filled the room. He pecs looked like they were sculpted from a muscle magazine. His torso tapered down to a small waist, and his gloriously long, thick cock hung, half hard from his pouchless leather jockstrap. I couldn’t take my eyes off that cock and immediately knew that I wanted, no needed, that cock to take the place of the chrome orb.
It was at that moment I decided to fully surrender to David, no matter what he asked of me. He was like a sexual god standing in front of me. And he had earned my trust. First the anonymous sex a few weeks ago, and tonight where he assumed the role as my protector. I was hooked.
The three of us were frozen, not quite sure what came next. They stood in front of me admiring my half-kneeling/half-hanging nude body on the bed, writhing from the prostate stimulation I was still experiencing.
As they stood there, the door quietly opened and yet another person silently walked in. Again? I thought to myself.
I could tell from the silhouette approaching the room that it was a third muscular man, probably black, in professional clothes, ‘Another hotel employee?’ I thought to myself. As he got closer, he seemed vaguely familiar.
Brian looked back and forth between the David and our new visitor, wondering what was going on. It became clear that David had invited him without Brian’s knowledge. When the new guy got into the room he could clearly see Brian and David near-nude in their leather gear, and me, restrained on my knees on the bed. He and I locked eyes and it hit me…
‘It’s Leon!’ I thought to myself. The insanely sexy, African American hotel concierge that I’ve fantasized about as well. I’d never overtly flirted with him like I had Brian as it didn’t occur to me he might be gay. But I saw him every time I was there and he was sexy as hell.
Without hesitation and maintaining eye contact with me, he ripped off his clothes. Like David, he was black and older, a bit shorter, and nothing but pure muscle. Like David, another Black Daddy. His massive cock was hardening quickly as he walked up to the end of the bed where I was kneeling and restrained, reached out to grab my throbbing cock, looked at David and said, “This white boy will do nicely…”
