My phone vibrated in my hand, the screen lighting up with a direct message from the profile with no photo.
Nice blue shirt, the message read, followed by a wink emoji.
A sudden jolt of electricity went right through me. I froze, my eyes instantly darting around the train carriage, trying to look casual while scanning every face to see who was watching me. But the layout of the seats made it impossible to tell. Nobody seemed to be staring directly back at me.
My heart racing, I quickly typed a reply: Thanks.
Within a minute or two, another message flashed up on my screen: Get off at the next stop.
The train was already slowing down, the brakes squealing as it pulled into the station. Adrenaline spiking, I stood up on shaky legs, the heavy weight of the plug shifting inside my arse, reminding me exactly how turned on I was. I stepped out onto the cool, dimly lit platform.
Before I could even look around, I felt a solid tap on my shoulder.
I turned around and looked up. He was a big lump of a bear—broad shoulders, thick beard, and an imposing presence that instantly made me feel small. My eyes involuntarily gazed straight down to his trousers, and my breath caught in my throat. Even through the heavy fabric, I could clearly see the thick, massive outline of a huge cock stretching down his thigh. Without even thinking, I found myself licking my lips.
He caught me looking and let out a low chuckle. "I don’t live far," he said, his voice deep and warm. "Follow me."
I didn't say a word, just fell into step right behind him, completely captivated. The short walk to his flat was an absolute blur of anticipation. The moment the front door clicked shut behind us, he grabbed me, pulling me hard against his chest. We started kissing like mad, our tongues clashing in a messy, desperate rush of heat.
Hands went everywhere as we frantically started stripping each other's clothes off. He shoved my trousers down, and his hands slid over my jockstrap, instantly freezing when his fingers brushed against the base of the metal plug still buried deep inside me.
He pulled back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "A dirty boy, are we?" he murmured.
My cock gave a violent twitch at his words. I didn't even wait to be asked. I dropped straight down onto my knees on the hallway floor, looking up at his massive, thick shaft as it sprang free from his underwear. It was enormous. I opened my mouth and immediately began to work it, sliding my lips down the heavy length, trying to take as much of him as I could swallow while he groaned, his thick hands gripping my hair.
After a few minutes of intense, greedy sucking, I came up for air, gasping. He pulled me up to my feet and crashed his lips back onto mine, continuing the deep, heavy kiss. As we swayed into the bedroom, my eyes caught sight of a familiar little brown bottle sitting on the bedside table.
"Can I have some?" I whispered, nodding toward the bottle.
His eyes lit up with amusement. "Oooh, a slut in the making," he said, reaching over to pick it up. He unscrewed the cap and passed me the bottle.
I pressed it to my nose and took a good few deep, heavy breaths. Within seconds, the rush hit me like a tidal wave. My brain turned into absolute mush, the room swam, and I was instantly in heaven, completely consumed by raw, primal lust.
He didn't waste another second. He reached down, grabbed the handle of the plug, and pulled it out in one smooth, heavy motion. The sudden release made me gasp, my hole left gaping and primed from the size of it. He pushed me down onto the edge of the bed, grabbing my hips and lifting my legs up.
He lined his massive cock up and drove it inside me.
I let out a loud, muffled cry as he began to pound me. The sensation was overwhelming—he was so thick and heavy, stretching me to my absolute limit with every deep, relentless thrust. The sensations were roaring in my ears, and every time his cock hit my sweet spot, my head thrown back in pure ecstasy. He didn't pace himself; he just fucked me hard and fast, driving his weight into me until he let out a loud, guttural roar. He thrust one last time, burying himself as deep as he could go, and completely filled my hole with a thick, burning torrent of his seed.
He collapsed on top of me for a moment, panting heavily. I lay there, completely breathless, leaking pre-cum but still entirely unfulfilled myself. I hadn't came yet, and with his warm cum dripping out of me, I was still so unbelievably horny.
We stayed entangled in the sheets, catching our breath, and started talking about what I liked. I didn't hold back. I mentioned my love for bondage, heavy restraints, and the total submission of wearing hoods.
A dark, knowing look crossed his face. "Would you like to play a game?" he asked.
I nodded desperately.
He immediately got to work. He produced a heavy, thick steel cock ring and snapped it around the base of my pulsing shaft, trapping the blood and making me ache with hardness. Next, a pair of tight nipple clamps were pinched onto my chest, sending a sharp, painful thrill straight down to my groin. Finally, a heavy ball gag was strapped tightly behind my head, silencing my groans, and a thick black blindfold was tied over my eyes, plunging me back into total darkness.
He pulled my arms and legs out, securing them tightly to the sturdy bedposts. I was completely spread-eagled, helpless, and blind, unable to make a sound.
I waited in the dark. After what seemed like an absolute age of agonizing suspense, listening to the quiet of the room, the silence was broken. I heard the distinct sound of the bedroom door opening, followed by low whispering.
There was more than one person in the room.
Before I could even process the panic and excitement swirling in my chest, heavy hands gripped my face. The strap of the gag was quickly unbuckled and pulled from my mouth. Instantly, a hot, wet tongue plunged inside, dancing fiercely with mine, while at the exact same moment, the unmistakable sensation of a completely different, warm mouth wrapped hungrily around my aching cock.
To be continued... |
