I dressed in black jeans, my chain harness, a leather cock ring so tight around my cock it stood at attention. Then I shoved it into a jock strap sticking out of the fly of the jeans. I wrapped a leather strap around my eyes with eye holes cut out . . . . looking very much like a leather/bondage train robber from the 19th/early 20th centuries. I brandished a toy gun. Kerry arrived home from work this last Friday afternoon. I was standing behind the door waiting. I grabbed his arms and tied them behind his back. I blindfolded him and forced him into the bedroom and ordered him to take off his clothes. I then forced him on the bed followed by tying his arms to each bed post. Then I lifted his legs. Spat in my hand and lubed up his asshole with one finger, then two, three . . . and finally my whole hand. Kerry screeched in pain first then he screamed for me to shove it further. I worked my hand around his asshole like twisting in a door knob. Again. Screeching then moans of pleasure.
With Kerry's asshole all loose and ready. I removed my hand and shoved in my throbbing, very red (almost purple) into his asshole and began to pound.
"Take the pounding boy"
"Pound me Daddy"
I pounded and pounded. His head banging on the headboard.
I pinched the nipple clamps so roughly clamped to this bee stung nipples. He screamed with pain and pleasure.
All while pounding.
Just as I was about to cum, I stopped myself. I wasn't ready. I removed my cock from his very wet ass and began to eat my way through the dinner hour. His ass tasted so good.
My boy had the sweetest tasting ass that day.
I untied him from the bed posts and told him to start jacking himself. Then I straddled his face and shoved my cock in his mouth to serve as a gag.
"Start Jacking off boy"
"Yes sir"
He began to stroke his cock. His cock had began to leak . . . no ooze pre-cum while I was fisting him and then fucking and then really began to ooze like a dripping water faucet.
"Feed me your pre-cum boy"
He put his pre-cum dripping hand up to my mouth. I began to lick and taste the sweet nectar from his 9 inch cock. (BTW. It is 8 inches is when he is flacid).
"Go back to Jacking boy"
"Yes Sir"
Kerry's legs started to move and twitch . . . which meant that he was about to cum.
"Start sucking on my cock boy"
"Yes. Sir"
Kerry began to suck on my cock like a tootsie roll sucker. "How many licks . . . "
I could feel the cum traveling up from my balls through the shaft . .
"Keep sucking boy"
"Oh fuck"
"Oh fuck"
Kerry began to scream with pleasure as the cum shot up like a geyser. He hadn't cum since our vacation to Cape May back in August. There was a great deal building up in that ball sack of his.
I also shot down his throat. It kept cumming. I also had a great deal of build up.
'whew'
That was fucking amazing. I robbed him of his naivete. We both rolled over and laid there for awhile. His belly and my back were dripping cum. Yes. I made a mess of the bedspread.
