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By *rgeo OP Man
3 days ago
WOLVERHAMPTON |
Part Two
I had always had a fascination with the practice of bukkake, which I am sure most of you have heard about. For one of my birthdays, not long after the club had opened the dungeon area, I organised a treat for myself. I was about forty-five or forty-six at the time, I’m not sure of the exact date. Probably it was my forty-fifth birthday, which would have been at the end of the last century. But now that I am writing about it, and thinking more carefully, it must have been on my forty-fourth birthday, which came just before the new millennium began. The practice of bukkake as a specific pornographic fetish was still fairly new, even then. I wanted to try it out for myself. I wanted to endure the whole ritual of humiliation and surrender to the sprayings of a dozen or more men.
In the end, favourably, there were about thirty men present, including all my Apostles.
We could have used a table and I would have laid myself out while they circled me and wanked over my naked body. I wanted something different, something I and they hadn’t seen on a video. We made a few minor adjustments to the dungeon. A pulley system was installed which meant I could lay down on the floor, have strong padded straps tied around my legs, and then get raised into the air, hanging suspended but upside down. My arms dangled down so that they could just touch the floor with my fingers. I knew I could manage about fifteen minutes or so, which would be enough excitement for all of us.
I can’t remember who started us off, but I do remember having some cold champagne poured over my genitals first. The liquid ran down the back and the front of my body, and some of what came down the front I was able to drink. It would be the same for the copious amounts of cum that would soon follow. The champagne, mingled with my own sweat, provided smooth channels for the gobbets of cum to follow.
Ideally, I would have preferred being lowered into a pit so that their semen contributions would all come from above, but we had to make do with what we had. In the end, some of them, as they came, caught it in their hands and threw it at me, hitting my legs, buttocks, waist and chest. These offerings slowly trickled down to join the many others that had been deliberately aimed at my face. The pulley was arranged to allow me to spin a little, not too much. I had the arousing view of thirty cocks whirling around me, almost like disembodied entities of their own, separate from the unseen faces of their owners above. All I could see was a welter of feet, legs and cocks.
One or two scored bulls-eyes, with a direct hit in my mouth, which evoked cheers from the crowd. One or two of the Apostles managed to cum more than once. So too did some of the guests, so excited were they by this spectacle. As I spun round slowly, trying to guess whose spunk I was tasting, I realised we had a hit show on our hands. This baby could run for years, I thought. We could take it to Broadway… I started laughing, licking my lips to clear them of the mess. Finally, a whole magnum of champagne was poured over me to cleanse my body, as an act of purification.
Strangely enough, I didn’t really get hard myself throughout this experience. Though I would very much be able to enjoy myself later at the memory of it. Even today, the thought of it makes me stiff. I was glad to be part of what some guru on the bukkake page on Wikipedia calls “a significant advance in human behaviour.” We’re funny creatures, aren’t we?
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