Saturday Mornings: A Weekend Highlight
I wake up at dawn, as I typically do. I've always been more of a morning person. I quietly slip out of bed, making sure not to disturb my friend. He's sleeping peacefully, so I take a moment to admire his half-naked body. With just a sheet covering him, his smooth, light brown skin stands out against the white background of the bedding.
I climb back into bed, careful not to touch him. I've learned that in certain states, he's quite responsive to quiet talk while sleeping. While I'm usually passive, I like to take advantage of this trait and deal with the consequences later.
I lower the sheet, showing more of his nakedness. His soft cock lays on top of his relaxed, loosened balls. I softly blow air across his right nipple and watch as it becomes erect. I glance at his face, but he remains asleep. I have a wicked idea. Can I make him cum just by talking to him? He has a high sex drive, so there's a chance. I move closer to his ear and position myself so I can also see his body's reactions.
"Feel the sensation of a wet tongue gently touching your right nipple," I whisper softly. I blow a gentle breath across his chest. "The tongue circles your nipple, drawing it to hardness. You feel it flicking across, the feeling spreading throughout your chest." I watch as his nipple hardens and his skin starts to prickle with goosebumps.
"The tongue is now joined by a pair of lips that are gently sucking," I continue. "You feel your cock filling, the sensation feeling amazing." I observe as his cock begins to stand up against his body. His breathing remains even and relaxed.
"The mouth moves away from your right nipple. It's now teasing your left nipple," I say, taking another breath across his chest. This left nipple starts to get erect, too. I observe his growing hardness.
"You feel the mouth on your left nipple, sucking it softly. Teeth gently nip at your nipple as your cock hardens," I say, watching in amazement as his cock begins to stand up fully. His shallow, steady breathing doesn't change.
"What's that sensation? Is it a wide tongue on your balls?" I move my mouth down near his balls and blow against them. His balls rise, and his erect cock moves slightly away from his body. His reactions are incredible, even better than I imagined. "I'll definitely pay for this," I think to myself.
"This new tongue licks first at one ball, then the other. Kisses of each follow. You can feel a light bite from the teeth," I say. His head moves a bit, but he stays asleep. I keep going, hoping he doesn't wake up.
"The tongue alternates between your left and right nipples, swirling around them, teasing you." I send the next few minutes watching him, occasionally blowing across one nipple or the other. He doesn't wake up.
"A new sensation: what is this wide tongue? Is it licking your balls?" I blow across his balls, and he seems to react in fullness. "It licks from one ball to the other," I say, blowing air in that direction. His balls rise a bit, and his erect cock moves slightly away from his body. I am careful not to break the illusion.
"The tongue is now on your left nipple, sucking it gently," I say. "The lips begin to flick at your nipples, biting them gently and sucking on them." His cock starts moving again, and pre-cum begins to flow from his penis.
"The mouth moves back to your right nipple, and traces a long, wet line up your chest to your lips," I say, gently blowing lines of breath up his chest. "Then comes a pause before it returns to your right nipple," I finish, watching closely as he continues to react.
"I feel the lips moving up and down the length of your magnificent cock," I whisper. His hips raise slightly in response. This guy is going to give me a heart attack! "The lips now stop moving, and the sensation ceases entirely," I say, watching him carefully for signs of waking up. Thankfully, he doesn't wake up. His hips relax, but he's undeniably close to waking.
"What? The experience stopped?" I stay close to his ear, ready to stop if he wakes up. These events are fascinating to watch. I wait and watch for a few moments before finally daring to take off.
There's something new at the tip of your dick, not a mouth, but something firm. Your dick's head is increasingly being enveloped by a tight ring. You're aware of what it is. You're gradually pushing your way into someone's butt. You enjoy the feeling as the hole yields to your intrusion, tightening around your dick, providing you with the tightest hole you've had in a long time. I'm hoping his mind is creating the right sensations, as any physical interaction might wake him.
Your dick continues to bounce rhythmically, your legs moving with the pleasure. I blow across your nipples to add more sensations. His breathing is getting more rapid and shallower. I can tell he's about to reach his climax.
"Your dick feels amazing in the warm hole, thrusting in and out at a faster pace. You want to come deep inside. You deserve to come." I see his balls beginning to retract. He's very close.
"In and out, in and out. Closer and closer you're approaching your climax. You want to fill this hole with your semen. Faster, faster, closer, and closer. You can feel the tightening hole start to convulse rhythmically, tightening and tightening. You want to hold back but it's unavoidable. You can feel the cum surging from deep within your penis."
Your dick starts to flex in sync with the words, your balls drawn taut. As the first blast of cum spurts out of your dick, his eyes open. As your orgasm continues, he closes his eyes again, lost in the feeling. Three, then four streaks of white cum are deposited on his golden skin before your dick stops erupting. His breathing slows down as he opens his eyes and looks at me.
He catches his breath, "I hope you had fun." I did, and give a slight nod while smiling contentedly. "You'll have to pay for that, now clean me up." He grabs my head and pulls it to his stomach. I understand what he wants and start licking the cum from his body. Soon I have him clean and sucking the last drops of cum from the tip of his dick.
After cleaning him up, we spent a couple of hours doing household chores, finishing with breakfast. He had me prepare for the next session of play. He reminds me not to get too excited and to meet him in the bedroom when I'm ready.
As I enter the dimly lit room, I notice that he's taken out some equipment. A large towel is placed on the bed. He approaches me, a ball gag in hand. "With that little stunt you pulled this morning, I think you'll be silent for a while." He inserts the gag into my mouth and secures it behind my head.
"Get on the bed, on the towel, heading towards the top." I follow his instructions, lying down on the bed, kneeling in position. "On your back." I roll over and lay down on my back.
He tightens my left arm towards the upper bedpost and attaches a soft cuff I hadn't noticed. Once secured, the cuff is tightened, granting me a little bit of freedom of movement. He circled around the bed and does the same on the right side. He begins to truss my legs into a bent position, thighs tied to lower legs. As I'm bound tighter and tighter, my dick becomes engorged with blood.
He pushes my knees back, so my hips rise off the bed. He places a couple of pillows under my hips, then lowers me back down, this time with my hips slightly raised.
"You know," he starts as he grabs another length of rope, "I was going to let you cum today but you went beyond your limits this morning. You'll have to pay somehow." He binds my base with rope, then pulls my balls down to the bottom of my sack. He wraps the rope around each ball, holding them tightly in place. My dick grows harder with each second, securely bound by the rope.
"There we go. Perfect for me to play with but hard to come."
He goes on to further bind me, pulling my knees up once again and tying them to the upper bedposts. Ropes are wrapped around each thigh, high up near the hip, then tied to the lower posts. He pulls my hips towards the foot of the bed, my butt now exposed. He leaves the room to get more items from one of the tables.
He shows each item to me, previewing what's to come. First is a pair of nipple suckers, which he licks and applies to my nipples, first my right one, then my left. He increases the suction, raising each nipple a half to an inch. I gasp deeply as the suction tugs at my nipples. He flicks them to ensure they're secure.
He displayed the gadgets he was intending to utilize on me: a small buttplug, a pair of enlarging dildos, and a penis extender for himself. He chuckled as he revealed the most recent dildo, which I considered to be massive. "Probably, you can't handle this whole thing, but we'll see how far we can cope. It measures 10 inches long and 10 inches wide at its thickest point."
I have realized in some of our previous experiences that my anatomy limits the size of things that can enter my anus. This is wonderful because it means I can't experience complete fisting, an activity I never thought would be attractive. However, a certain degree of expansion is acceptable, but I wish to maintain a psychological restriction.
Upon arranging all of his gadgets, the nipple suckers had already performed some of their initial work. He took away the first sucker from my chest, pulling my nipple out with it until it detached. He pinched and twisted the now liberated nipple, causing me to wince slightly and try to elevate my chest in an attempt to alleviate the torment. He replicated this with the other side, resulting in a more severe reaction because my right nipple is more sensitive.
After ensuring all his equipment was in order, he returned between my legs. I observed him applying a thick lubricant to my secured penis. He used an ample amount to not just cover my penis but also to allow it to run down between my buttocks. One hand wrapped around my erection, spreading the lube, the other hand rubbed the lube around my cheeks and hole, his thumb sliding inside me.
As he continued to stroke me, I could feel a finger trying to enter me. He rotated and explored, pushing the lube into me and occasionally adding more of the sticky fluid as needed. A second finger joined the first, with my sphincter starting to expand. More twisting of the fingers, alternating between two and three fingers for a few minutes ensued.
Eventually, a third finger inserted itself. I could definitely feel the extension now. He alternated between two and three fingers for the next few moments. "Relax, yield your anus for me," he informed me. With his fingers embedded within me, he extended his hand upward, lifting the chain attached to the nipple clamps. I experienced my sphincter squeeze around his fingers as I attempted to rise to alleviate the pressure. My breathing became more labored until he relaxed his hand. He lowered his hand once more to my confined penis, stroking steadily over my engorged veins. My dick was nearly purple with the volume of blood contained within.
I felt his fingers withdraw, and I relaxed against the bed as much as possible. I spotted him holding up a relatively slender dildo with an ample amount of lube. The cold, rounded tip of the dildo began to probe my anus. Slowly, the toy penetrated me. Although he had loosened and opened me with his fingers, my muscles were still resisting the intruder.
"Unwind, accept it. Inhale deeply," he advised. I did. "Exhale and let your body unwind as your breath leaves," he instructed. I followed his directions, permitting my body to relax as I exhaled. I feel the widest point of the dildo past my muscle ring. The dildo slid into place as my hole contracted around the base.
"There you have it, fantastic. Let's let that rest a bit." He stroked my penis gradually at first, then with greater intensity. Firmly grabbing, then loosely, he jerked my penis up and allowed it to smack against my body. He tampered with each distended testicle, twisting slightly, pulling, and rubbing. My breaths became shorter, and my pleasure increased. Since I haven't been able to climax since arriving, I'm uncertain how long I can last.
He gently struck the head of my penis, changing the sensation and stopping me from reaching orgasm. For the next while, he continued torturing my penis, occasionally pulling the nipple clamps tight and spinning the dildo in my anus. Each time he suspected I was nearing orgasm, he once again hit my penis.
Finally, he withdrew the dildo and prepared another, larger dildo. He took his time, but eventually, this dildo fittingly seated itself within me. Once it was snugly set in place, he unraveled the rope from my penis and balls. The feeling of the blood flowing normally once again was a pleasure. He maneuvered and caressed my still erect penis and balls, restoring proper blood flow.
He removed the clamps from my nipples, and I writhed as blood rushed back into the region. He pinched and twisted my nipples, offering a combination of pain and pleasure. As I recovered from this onslaught of sensation, I watched as he slipped his rigged penis into the penis extender and started lubing it.
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"Let's see if you can handle his nine inches," he chuckles, taking out the plug. Soon after, before my ass can fully close, he sticks the tip of his extended cock inside. He stands still, taunting me with small movements. I inhale, waiting anxiously for him to push further in.
As he slowly enters me, the stretch is more than it was with the plugs, and the full length girth denies me any relief. He stops partway, pulling out until only the head remains before pushing in again. He carries on with his slow thrusts, allowing my hole to adjust to the size.
He grabs my still hard penis and starts stroking me in sync with his movements. His other hand reaches up to twist and pinch my nipples. The mixture of pain and pleasure sends me squirming in my ropes. This slow thrusting, stroking, and taunting continues for a while, his pleasure evident on his face.
My nipples are released and his hand departs from my penis. He inserts himself as deeply as he can, his body touching mine. The entire length of his dick is inside me, a feeling I've rarely experienced. He stays still, shifting his weight, preparing for a more intense assault.
The dildo retreats so only the head remains. Stopping at my entrance for a moment, he then plunges in fast again. Despite the preparation, there's still a bit more pain than pleasure. Faster and harder, he thrusts in and out. I get used to it as the pleasure starts to exceed the pain. He stops occasionally to add more lube to the extender for a smoother movement.
I can see sweat on his forehead and chest as he hammers away at my stretched open hole. He slows slightly, seeming to tire from his sustained physical effort. One last deep thrust embeds the extender back in me. He returns to stroking my penis again, balls, and nips. He smacks my dick again, sensing I'm close to cumming.
"Let's give your ass a little break. Don't worry, there's more fun in store," he says, checking if I'm okay. I nod, eager for more.
He grabs a bag of clothespins and takes two out. He clips one on each of my nipples. More sensitive from previous use, I hiss through the ball gag and writhe.
He holds up the next pin and clamps it on the skin of my dick just above my balls. Each pin is shown and applied in turn to my dick, the initial pain fading to a pleasant throb. He clips one to the rim of my dickhead before adding a few more to my scrotum. These are the most uncomfortable, and I usually can't tolerate them for long. He knows.
For fun, he attaches more pins to various parts of my body. He removes the two from my scrotum, grateful for the return of blood flow. He gently tugs and jiggles the pins for different sensations, causing my head to shake.
Slowly, he removes each pin in a random order. With each removal, he rubs and massages the area to restore circulation. The pleasure from the returning blood is exquisite.
"Can you manage one final toy?" he asks, holding up the enormous dildo he pointed out before. I'm tired but want to try, so I nod and attempt to say "Yes" through the gag.
I lie down on the bed, prepared for the next phase. I watch him coat the dildo and my gaping opening with more lube. The cool lube feels amazing against my warm skin. He also smears more lube on my semi-hard dick, a little less firm due to the previous activities.
"Breathe deeply and focus on relaxation as you exhale. You're doing great," he says, directing my attention to the fuck bench and sling. I feel the dildo's head poised at my entrance.
Slowly, he starts to push in, turning while doing so. He pulls back, then pushes again, getting deeper each time. "Breathe in, relax your hole," he urges. I inhale deeply and attempt to relax. The dildo enters me a bit more with each breath. Timing his pushes with my exhales, he penetrates further each time. This stretch is unlike any I've experienced - it's not painful but intense. He stops and adds more lube, hoping to ease the entry.
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He pulls out until only the head of the dildo remains. I feel his weight shift, and the moment he starts to push in again, I bite down on the ball gag, my teeth marking it. The feeling of his dickhead against my inner walls is incredible, but it's too much. He goes slower, giving my ass the chance to adjust. The pleasure mounts, and he speeds up again, the stretch in my ass near-intolerable.
He pauses briefly, but before I can catch my breath, he pushes in faster, and harder. My inhales are hitched and uneven. At this point, it's hard to imagine how stretched out I am but it's overwhelming me. Before I know it, I'm gasping for breath while pushing back against him, my inner walls pulsing around his thick cock. The dildo continues to assault me, and I'm not sure if it's the pleasure or pain that's sending me over the edge.
I'm gripping the restraints, my cock pulsing in time with the dildo, and I can feel myself closing in on climax. I hear him talking to me, but I'm not sure what he's saying. He's asking something, I think. The pleasure becomes too much and Ilet loose with a long, guttural moan. My orgasm now, I push back against him, meeting his thrusts with my own movements, the feeling of fullness incredible. His hands grip my hips firmly, guiding him deeper into me, as my ass clings to the dildo, marking its flesh with my nails.
At that moment I realise it's over. I'm spent; there's no more energy, my ass almost bruised, my mouth wrung from biting that ball gag.
He pulls the dildo out, it's still lubed, and removed the gag. I lie there, catching my breath, feeling his touch as he gently caresses me, soothing my aching backside. "Are you okay?" he asks, concern in his voice.
I nod, too tired to speak. "Yes."
He laughs softly. "I want to see that ass tomorrow, it's going to be stunning," he says, still running his hands over my flesh.
I don't argue, I'm exhausted, and overwhelmed. There's a certain kind of satisfaction to it. We lie in relative silence, both of us enjoying the afterglow of the experience, before he cuddles up to me. I can barely move, my muscles spent, but he coaxes me to rest against him and I do, closing my eyes to take in the moment.
The day's excitement not over yet, but for now, I'm falling asleep in his arms, my mind wandering between pleasure and pain memories.
We don't know how long we'd been at this when it became clear it wasn't going any deeper. "You're almost at the widest part," he said, "but it's not moving any further. You've gone a little over halfway. I'm going to leave it there for a bit. Just try not to push it out." I nodded and attempted to relax.
He reached for my softening penis, trying to bring it back to hardness. I don't think that was going to happen at this stage.
I felt the dildo being taken out, enjoying the sensation of my stretched sphincter slowly returning to normal. It took a minute or so for it to close, not completely tight but closed.
He removed the ropes supporting my legs and took away the pillows under me. He helped me lower my legs onto the bed, which felt good after being in the same position for so long. Following the leg ropes' removal, he massaged the circulation back into my thigh area, checking for any damage.
He continued with the ropes binding my upper thighs before rubbing those areas.
Keeping me bound, he removed the gag from my mouth. As he did, he played with my nipples for amusement. I was so stimulated at this point that I thrashed around, attempting to get away. After enjoying himself, he lightly rubbed my chest and released my arms.
I stretched my arms and rubbed my face. "Thanks," I said.
"You did great," he replied, "I love playing with your body. Just give it a bit and make sure you're fully functional before standing up."
He rose, grabbed a bottle of water, and presented it to me. He then gathered all the toys and tools used during the session before heading to clean everything.
It took around 10-15 minutes for me to feel ready to stand. Once I had, I walked around a bit to get my muscles working again. After a few minutes, I felt more normal and asked if I could assist with the cleanup.
"We'll take a break for a while, go outside, have lunch, and perhaps even take a nap before resuming this afternoon," he said, eyeing me carefully. "You have some surprises coming."
Meaning he had more tricks up his sleeve, I presume.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed this instalment. The comments, feedback, and high ratings have been wonderful, and I really appreciate the positive reactions.
