I, however, had already left work before the deluge, and even threw on a full harness before leaving the employee parking garage. I made some other tweaks at stop lights and such. When all said, I’d have the harness, vest, gloves and wrist bands. As it would turn out, I was only half of the folks (four in total – including me) in leather, and I by far had the most of it on.
I found the place ok. Walked in as directed. I “knew” the host from the gym shower. I had never done anything with him. We had never verbally spoke before either. But he had hit me up on Recon wanting to play with my asshole. And well………….I like that hole to be played with. And by strangers if necessary. Deep down I knew attendance would be sparse and if I wasn’t the only bottom, I might get one fuck out of this sneaking out of work afternoon. Spoiler Alert: I wasn’t wrong.
The host, another bottom and an observer were there when I arrived. I knew the guy watching – kind of. We were acquainted at CLAW years back, and at least he remembered me. The bottom was getting paddled by host. Then with his hands. I stepped up and offered my cock. He did a so-so job at best. He had Nasty Pig jock on, and honestly, I think he was in it more for the gear than the lifestyle. I’ll give him this: he didn’t flinch when I smacked his face as he gingerly sucked on my dick.
The observer excused himself to go out and smoke and never returned. The host stepped away and by the time he came back the other bottom was eating my hole. Again – a so-so job. We opted to move it into the play room.
As you can see, it is a VERY well stocked play room – and this pic barely covers part of one wall, let alone the entire room. Even the front room had a St. Andrew’s Cross. This had a sling, any number of sex toys, paddles, whips, brass knuckles (!!), etc. The business guy in me was mentally wondering how much this place was insured for and the amount of money it took to acquire such a collection. I didn’t need or want all of it, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want / need some of it.
I took the bull by the horns and was the one to step into the sling. The other bottom might have wanted it, but I didn’t care. It would be (almost) the last time I was a pushy / bossy bottom the rest of my stay there. Almost.
The host took over. He ate my ass. Either my standards are too high, or I’ve become numb to it, but there was a time that an ass-eating had my nerves on edge – not so much anymore. I’m glad others react well when I do it to them. And of course, I went through the accolades even though I might have been acting a bit. Sue me.
The eating went to hitting. Hand and paddle. I took it like a man. But then it went to dildos. Yes. Plural. Purposefully, I looked at none of them. I lay back in the sling and took these like a man too.
The host was an expert at ass play. Making each rubber cock feel good, yet still bordering on just this side of uncomfortable. Of course, it was a plan to loosen up the hole and move up to bigger and bigger sizes. And that plan worked.
At this point another guest showed. Slightly older than myself, leather shorts only on. He came to the top of the sling and reached over me to play with my tits. Naturally, I responded, verbally – even if no actual words came out – but my asshole also responded, opening up more easily for the guy on the footstool, sliding more and more dildo up my all too willing ass.
With each new dildo, the used one would be tossed in a ‘dirty’ bucket. With the withdraw of one toy, the host went and ate my hole. The man above me played with my tits and would spit in my face. Or lightly would hit my face. It wasn’t my place to tell him ‘harder’, I was there to do as they wished, right? The other bottom stood by trying to excite himself with his palm.
The host went to get some water, the guy above me moved around to eat my hole. Host came back and had a riding crop. While I know he was being cautious, as we he had not played together, his hits to my nipples, chest and abs were nice, but hardly impactful. He moved back between my legs and I asked him to use the riding crop on me down there. While he hit my balls – again, maybe not hard enough - I asked him to hit my ass with it. And I did mean my ass, as I cheeks. He said he had something better. I don’t know what the device was, and it was not for my cheeks, but he used it to hit my asshole. I felt it – for all dozen or so times he made contact with that pucker.
All this while, the newest guy was playing with the other bottom. Sucking his cock, or trying to get him hard with his hands. I’d say he was semi-successful. It’s not the guy’s fault by any means, it is more that the bottom is / was the bottom. But the other guy goaded him into fucking me. Or trying to fuck me. It went fair – at best.
I know what it is like to be a bottom trying to fuck. It’s a tough place to be in during the best of circumstances. Add an audience and a smallish enclosure and you’re almost doomed to fail. And in many ways, he did. Getting and keeping his dick hard was difficult. Fucking for any period of time was improbable. He put on a good act, as did I. He was rarely ever IN me, but he was just truly ‘bumping’ uglies. Not even fucking them.
I took control of the situation, by begging (i.e. suggesting) that he cum on my hole. The best he could do, I figured, was beat off and shoot onto my hole. And while it seemed to take a while, that is what he did. When he did this, the newer guy took a toy and pushed it against my asshole, so the deposited sperm would make the journey into my guts one way or the other. For good measure, he licked my hole afterwards.
Once done there, he turned his attention to my cock. There are times I love oral and am into it. There are many more times where of course I like it, but I’m in full-on bottom mode. This was one of the latter times. Yes, I was erect but that was due to all the butt activity. To get where they wanted me to go I had to dig deeper. It was more about thoughts of other times I’d been used that got me to the edge. And over it.
Sure, the host and the newer arrival thought it was them, and there is no harm in letting them think that. My sexual-psychological make-up doesn’t need to be explained in a back play room while laying back in a sling.
We all straightened ourselves up and went back out into the pouring rain.
