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Private Collection Pt. 01

By: hudsbart



Dear Reader,

This story contains rough gay sex, bondage in a group setting, barebacking, and some generally kinky stuff. The story is entirely fiction. Reader discretion is advised.

I've revamped the story from the first submission and added some background. My hope is that it will inform a more complete story at some point down the road.

Enjoy!

Hudson Bartholomew

*****

My name is Jasper. I'm 32 years old. I'm a software engineer.

You know how they say that it's the quiet ones you should worry about? They're probably referring to me. Because, you see, I've always been the quiet one. I was the kid making mud pies by myself while all the other kids ran around playing tag. I was the loner in high school that no one talked to unless they wanted to steal my homework or push me into a locker.

College was better, mostly because I literally never had to talk to anyone. By the time I graduated, I think I had actual conversations with maybe five people in my class. Five might be a generous number. Working has been the best, though; no one cares who I am or what I do as long as the job gets done.

Why should you worry about me? Well, perhaps worry is the wrong word to use. But I do have a secret; you could even call it a secret life. I kind of fell into it by accident, but after I discovered it, I've never been the same since.

My name is Jasper. I'm a sub.

The world of BDSM is vast. I've been exploring it for a few years now and have only touched the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. But I've seen enough to know that there are some things out there that are just downright freaky. My problem was, I wasn't sure just how freaky I wanted to be.

Clinton, my mentor, suggested I start a journal of sorts: a collection of things I want to try and scenes that resonate with me. He offered to go through them with me and together we could discover where my limits were. He could help me find my freak, was the way he put it.

So here they are, my collection of sexual fantasies. May they help you find your inner freak.

*****

Private Collection Pt. 01 - My name is Jasper. I am a courtesy bottom.

I was bent over a table in the corner of a busy room. It was dim except for the spotlight illuminating my back. My arms were strapped down, chest flat against the hard surface, legs spread wide, leaving my ass exposed to anyone and everyone in the room. There were a lot of people in the room.

I was the reason why everyone was here. How Clinton got all of them to show up, I'll never know. But I'll never forget the way the chatter faded into a deafening silence when I was brought into the room. All eyes were on me, but I couldn't bring myself to look up.

Out of the corners of my eyes I saw bare legs, long and short, mostly toned and muscular. And farther up were cocks, again long and short, mostly hard with their owners providing helping hands. So much skin, so many cocks. My breath hitched and my heart beat a little faster.

Then I was strapped down and my heart raced.

One by one, these men--strange men I had never seen before, men I couldn't describe to you again if my life depended on it--stepped up to me at the table. Strong hands grabbed my hips, pulling me into the right position; hands on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart. Then cock after hard cock, shoved none-too-gently into my waiting, twitching hole.

I pressed my face into the smooth varnish of the table and told myself to breathe, relax, and enjoy the hard fuck.

And they were hard fucks. Not one of the men bothered to ease his way into me. They all just lined up their cocks and rammed themselves in, thrusting fast and deep, plowing me into the table. My skin tingled with the mix of pain and pleasure. I was shaking and I couldn't stop.

It wasn't that I had no prep at all. Before I was led out to the party, Clinton had graciously spent a couple of minutes loosening me up with some tongue and finger action. It was just enough to get my own cock to stand up and start weeping. Just enough to build the anticipation and get me wanting more.

To be fair, though, I guess some of the men using me were more considerate than others. Some made a point to find that magic angle, the one where they'd run over my prostate on each thrust. I couldn't help but cry out every time that happened; and I liked to think that the tightening grip they had on my hips or back or shoulders was an acknowledgement that they were pleased with my enjoyment.

Other men--not so much. But that was all a part of the experience. The feeling of being used roughly by anonymous men, my hole stretched wide by cocks of all shapes and sizes, the tenderness building on my hip bones as they were bumped repeatedly against the edge of the table, the soreness in my shoulders from being stretched in the same position for too long. I was going to have bruises, and I probably wasn't going to be able to walk straight for a week.

I loved it.

The lack of oxygen to my brain was making me lightheaded. My cock was monopolizing all the blood, and at the moment, it was flying up and down, hitting the underside of the table with every thrust. I admit, it was kind of painful. But it was the sort of painful that made me leak precum and I was certain that there was a pool of the sticky stuff growing on the floor beneath me.

By that point in the evening, not a single person had touched my cock yet. I had a feeling that was unlikely to change.

I love cum. Or more precisely, I'm addicted to cum. The taste of it, the texture, it's a delicacy to my palate. Cum is the essence of men and I'd be covered in it all the time if I had a choice.

That night, some guys buried themselves deep inside me and shot their loads up my channel. I felt the searing heat in my guts and I clamp down especially hard to milk every last drop. The cum would eventually dribble out of my gaping hole, down over my balls, trailing paths down my spread legs. The first guy who did this took a moment to lean over my back and whisper something in my ear.

"There," he said. "Now, you're all lubed up for the rest of them."

His comment sent a shiver down my spine and my cock twitched with another dollop of precum joining the mess on the floor. I felt so dirty and took a big gasping breath to keep from blowing my load right there. 

Other guys pulled out right before they came, spewing ropes of their cum across my back, smearing the stickiness against my ass.

I could smell the tanginess of the cum in the air around me. It mixed with the sweat and musk that came with men having sex. A couple of guys shot so far that cum landed on my face. I tilted my head to get the cum to slide down my cheek and into my mouth. Their flavors exploded on my tongue and I couldn't help but moan appreciatively. Mmm... yum.

I guess it goes without saying that things got messy fast. On top of the sound of hips slapping against my ass cheeks, I could also hear a squelching sound coming from my abused hole. That would be the sound of cum repurposed as lube. It drove me wild.

Who knows how many guys availed themselves of my ass. I certainly wasn't keeping count. I'd like to think that some came back for seconds. One cock quickly blurred into the next, but I'd notice when an especially big one or an especially long one made its way into my ass. I'd force myself to relax and just take the punishment they dished out. My ass felt raw and whenever one cock pulled out, and I found myself impatient for the next one to take it's place.

It would be some time later before things finally started to slow down. The din around the room hadn't lessened; I could still hear voices as if they were off in the distance. I'd enjoyed every second so far, but if I was honest, the last few fucks had been more painful than pleasurable; I guess there's only so much my poor ass could take.

I was left alone for a few moments and the haze of sex slowly began to clear. My ass felt empty; the ring of muscle was spasming, like it wasn't sure what to do. My cock was still hard and I discovered that if I tilted my hips a certain way, I could rub the head lightly against the bottom of the table. That was about as much attention the poor thing had gotten all evening.

My heartbeat had just inched down to a manageable level when I felt another pair of strong hands on my body. This pair was familiar, though, and they started at my hips, reaching around to rub gently against the tender spots at the front. Then they worked their way up my back, thumbs pressing deep into strained muscles, working out the tension and using all that cum as some sort of kinky massage oil.

Those hands reached my shoulders and squeezed hard, rolling my muscles back and forth to ease the pressure. I let out a shaky breath and felt my body relax into the table. The hands kept moving until they were on top of my own, our fingers clasped together. Clinton leaned his chest down against my back, his dick rubbing against the sensitive skin in my cleft. He pressed a couple of gentle kisses on my neck and nibbled on my ear, just the way he knew I liked it and I couldn't help but arch back into him. I had countless cocks inside me that night, but I knew his would be the best.

After a teasing moment, he started worked his way back down, his tongue and lips tracing the path his hands had made. He licked up all the stray cum lingering on my skin and whatever haze that had cleared quickly returned. By the time he got down to my ass, I was wriggling frantically, trying to get his mouth where I wanted it most. But he didn't give me what I wanted.

Instead, he backed off and went to my feet. Those talented fingers massaged up each calf, then each thigh, taking the time to lick up all the cum that had run down them. He spent time chewing on that spot where my ass meets my thighs, then using his tongue to sooth the burn. He gave the other side the same treatment before working his way around my ass cheeks until they were both red and sensitive to the touch.

I was bucking wildly by then, frustrated with all the teasing. I wouldn't have believed that my cock could get any harder than it was earlier, but Clinton proved me wrong. I'm sure I cried out, I'm sure I begged, but all that really mattered was the spasming ring of muscle that yearned for the attention of his mouth.

When he finally decided that I had enough, his hands spread me wide and I felt the warmth of his breath as he gazed at my raw and swollen hole. I wondered whether he could see inside of me, and my breath hitched at the thought.

I tried to push back to encourage him to get on with it, but his strong hands held me in place as he looked his fill. Then gently, I felt something hot trace lightly against the bruised tissues of my hole. Just the tip of his tongue following the groves and ripples of the deformed muscle. It tickled, and it tingled and all I wanted was him to shove his tongue as deep inside me as it would go. But he held me still.

Clinton licked up and down my cleft, cleaning my ass the way he had cleaned the rest of me with his tongue. He even made his way to my balls, taking each one inside his scorching hot mouth to briefly suck off the cum that had soaked into the skin. He didn't lay a finger on my cock though. I might have blown if he did, and I'm sure he knew it.

He spent some time using his tongue to trace patterns on my perineum - so much time, in fact, that my legs started to shake with the strain. My stomach was clenching and I was holding my breath and biting my lip with the effort to keep my pending orgasm at bay. God, he knew that drove me crazy; it wasn't fair for him to use it against me. 

When I let out a strangled cry, he finally took mercy on me and trailed his tongue back to where I wanted it the most. He started swirling the flat of his tongue around the ring of muscle, dipping in occasionally to tease me. I could feel his breath blowing up inside of me causing me to shiver; the speed of his panting told me he was enjoying this as much as I was.

I knew the exact moment Clinton's control snapped. He fingers tightened their hold on my ass cheeks and pried them as far apart as they would go. He buried his face right in there, his nose pressed against my tailbone, his stubble rubbing almost painfully against the sensitive skin. The best part, though, was his tongue diving deep inside of me, twisting, curling and pulling back as he ate the cum out of my ass.

He groaned deep in his chest and I could feel the vibrations all the way through the tips of my fingers and toes. I pressed my ass back into his face and angled my hips to help him get every last drop of cum. My entire body was shaking at this point; actually, it was probably more like convulsing.

I'm not exactly sure how long he spent with his tongue inside me, but by the time he pulled back, the effect of his earlier massage had entirely worn off. I was pulling at my restraints, desperate for him to fuck me. I needed him to fuck me. I needed him to cover me with his body, to fill me with his beautiful cock and make me explode the way only he knew how. I needed him more than I needed to breath.

And he didn't disappoint. He leaned over me, covering me with his hard body. One hand sneaking under my shoulder to brace himself, and the other hand holding my hips in place. His ragged breathing was hot over my neck and ear.

"God, you had so much cum in you," he whispered in my ear. "I don't think I got all of it. You'll probably be shitting cum for a week."

My body spasmed so hard, my heart beat so fast, I thought it would burst out of my chest, my dick so painfully hard it was starting to give me cramps.

"Figured I might as well add my load, too," he said with his lips against my ear. "What do you think?"

"Please..." I managed to whimper.

I could feel his smile against my skin.

Then slowly--and in its way so much more painfully than all those other men--Clinton lined up his cock and pressed gently into my quivering hole. I was so stretched by then that he met absolutely no resistance. As he bottomed out, his pelvis tucked up underneath my ass cheeks, his balls brushing lightly against mine, we both let out deep sighs of relief. Finally, this was completion.

He moved slowly with superhuman control. Not so much thrusting as a subtle tilting of the hips, his cock moving from deep to deeper. I clenched my channel, trying to suck in him just a little more with each movement.

I tried to angle our bodies so the head of my cock could rub up against the bottom of the table again. But he pulled me back; I guess he had seen me make that maneuver earlier, I knew it was cheating, but hey, I was desperate. No such luck this time though, my dick would get stimulation only when he wanted it to.

In between the kisses and nibbles along my neck, Clinton began whispering things to me, things that made me shudder and arch back against him.

"Did you count how many cocks you've had up your ass tonight?" The smugness of his voice made me whimper. "No? Well, I did. I know exactly how many dicks have been where my dick is now."

"Your ass feels so loose, like if I moved too quickly my cock would just fall out."

"I can still feel some other guy's cum up in there; talk about an all natural lube."

"Everyone's been complementing me on your ass." Clinton said this as he squeezed a cheek. "They all want to know if they can rent you out for private parties. What do you think?"

What did I think? I thought that was fucking hot. I clenched around him to let him know, and he grunted in response.

We didn't last much longer after that. Clinton had unbelievable self-control, but I think he started to take pity on me and my abused hole. Soon, he pressing me hard against the table, fingers biting into my skin, teeth sinking into that fleshy part between my shoulder and my neck. He held me tightly as he spent himself inside of my body, deeper than any of the other men, to the deepest part of my soul where no one else had touched before.

He leaned his forehead against my back, his ragged breathing slowing against the dampness of my skin. All I could do was lay there, taking short shallow breaths. My cock was still raging, but my heart was calm. Every once in a while, a scene would be so intense that I found myself in that still, silent place; my body would still be screaming for release, but my consciousness was satisfied. I called it my nirvana.

Sometimes Clinton would leave me there. He's send me home with an obscene bulge in my pants and my cock aching painfully, and yet my mind would be completely satiated. He called it an exercise in denial. I hated it because no one wants to get sent home without cumming, but I loved it, too, because the next time would always be so much better.

I prayed to whatever god was out there that Clinton wouldn't leave me in nirvana tonight. I had taken too much abuse and I needed to find that completion. When he finally recovered, he leaned up against my ear.

"You didn't come, did you?" he asked.

I couldn't find my voice and honestly wasn't sure what answer would get the result I wanted. So I settled for a pathetic whimper and a fully body shudder.

"Good."

Then he gently pulled out of me and pushed himself up off my back. I immediately missed his weight pinning me down, filling me.

For a moment I couldn't feel him at all and I started pulling at my restraints to get his hands back on my body. Then I noticed some movement between my legs. Suddenly, my cock was enveloped in a white hot blazing heat, as his mouth slid all the way down to the base and the head of my cock slipped into his throat. My sore hole was once again invaded, this time by searching fingers that quickly found my prostate and went to town.

I may have lasted a couple of second before my entire existence exploded. I'm pretty sure I screamed. Wave after wave of blinding pleasure washed over me, so intense it was painful. I arched up off the table, my shoulders almost popping out of their sockets as I pulled against my restraints.

I'm actually not entirely sure how long it lasted or exactly what happened next. I must have blacked out because the next thing I remember is laying back on that table, and Clinton's leaning over me again, pressing those gentle kisses against my neck and massaging my sore wrists.

The room seemed quieter than before, but maybe I just couldn't hear the voices over the sound of rushing blood in my ears. Clinton threaded his arms underneath my chest and braced me against himself as he leaned back. I was a useless mass of limbs; if he wasn't holding me up, I would have crumpled to the floor. 

So I leaned against him and let him haul me shaking to my feet. He threw my arms over his shoulders and wrapped his securely around my waist. His mouth sought mine out and I automatically opened for him, tasting the cum on his tongue. If I wasn't so entirely spent, I may have felt a second stirring at that taste. But my body was fried, and my brain was fried, and I was just barely remembering to breath.

The sound of clapping startled me. I glanced around, suddenly remembering that we weren't alone. And we definitely weren't alone. There must have been thirty men standing around watching us, all with smug grins on their faces. I flushed scarlet at the realization of just how thoroughly I had been used.

Clinton smiled at my blush. "Come on," he said. "Let's get you home." 

Private Collection Pt. 02



Dear Reader,

This is part two of a series of vignettes. Part one has some more background if you're curious. 

This story contains incest, group sex, gay sex (obviously), and some generally kinky stuff. The story is entirely fiction. Reader discretion is advised. 

Enjoy!

Hudson Bartholomew

*****

I'd like to think that I had a fairly normal upbringing. I'm an only child to an upper middle class family with an accountant father and a librarian mother. My parents are caring and loving and reacted to my being gay with about as much drama as finding out that it's cold in December. I still visit them regularly and my mother calls every few days to find out if I'm eating well and whether I've found myself a boyfriend yet. 

Basically, I couldn't ask for a more well adjusted family life. Which is why I never understood the rationale behind this next fantasy. It kind of just came out of nowhere one day as I was riding the subway home from work. It sprung on me so suddenly and so vividly that I had to hold my bag over my crotch while shuffling awkwardly off the train. 

Ever since then, though, this has been my go-to scene whenever I need a quick fix, and it never fails to satisfy.

*****

Private Collection Pt. 02 - My name is Jasper. I am Daddies' Little Boy

In my fantasy, I had two gay dads. Two hot gay dads. Two hot gay dads who had promised me a special gift on my 18th birthday. 

They had been reluctant when I first brought it up. It wasn't right, they argued. I could have anything else but that, they said. But I was adamant, and eventually, they relented. 

Which is how I found myself being ushered into their bedroom on the evening of my 18th birthday. Tomorrow, I'd do a big party thing with my friends, but tonight was reserved for just family. 

My two hot gay dads had a king size bed with smooth satin sheets. I knew because I sometimes snuck into their room when they weren't home and stretched out in the middle of the bed to feel the silky cool slide across my skin. Tonight, the sheets were lavender and steel gray--my favorite set. I wondered if they had done that on purpose. 

I watched as Dad moved around the room, lighting a series of candles that they must have prepared ahead of time. He was a couple of years younger than Papa, blonde haired and blue eyed compared to Papa's darker complexion. 

Both were taller than me, with broad shoulders that tapered down to narrow hips. Age had rounded out the chiseled muscles of their youth, but both were still far more muscular and stronger than my teenaged self. I felt safe and protected when surrounded by them. I also felt small and it turned me on more than any teenage jack off fantasy I had been able to conjure up to date. 

Papa turned on the sound system, which suddenly blasted some loud obnoxious porno beat. I must not have done a good job hiding my shock because Papa burst out laughing and quickly switched the music to a softer, lilting melody. 

"Just kidding," he smirked. 

"Funny," I mumbled with a glare. 

Dad rolled his eyes and came to stand in front of me. He placed his hands on either side of my cheeks, strong fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, and gazed down at me. We studied each other for a moment and I could read the depth of love he had for me in the softness of his eyes. I wondered if my own eyes reflected the intensity of my love for him and Papa. 

I felt Papa move behind me, not close enough to touch me, but close enough for me to feel the heat of his body. His hands fell on my shoulders. 

"Jasper," Dad said gently. "We just want to make sure that this is what you want. We don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Suddenly I wasn't so sure. I mean, I knew I wanted this; I'd been dreaming about it for years. But what if they didn't? My worst fear was that they were just going along with it to make me happy. But I only wanted to go through with the evening if they wanted it as much as I did. 

"I do, but if you don't want to..." I trailed off, not quite sure how to put what I felt into words. 

Dad gave me a gentle smile that sent butterflies fluttering around in my stomach. Then he looked past me to Papa. I followed his gaze and was met by the lewdest grin I'd ever witnessed. I had seen Papa direct that look at Dad millions of times, but I had never dreamed I would be on the receiving end of it. It sent shivers down my spine. 

Together, as if they rehearsed it, both Dad and Papa took a step closer to me, sandwiching me between their hard bodies. My heartbeat immediately spiked and the chubby I'd been sporting all evening turned into a full on erection. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. 

Dad turned my face back to him and slowly leaned down to me. I stood frozen as he brushed a light kiss across my lips. My eyes fluttered shut at the softness of the kiss and I whimpered. Then a second kiss, this time firmer as Dad angled me under him to get better access. 

My hands came up to grasp at his wrists, something to anchor me and to draw him closer. Papa trailed his fingers lightly down my side, causing me to shudder and gasp. Damn him, he knew I was ticklish. Dad took the opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth with teasing little swipes. I opened up wider, trying to catch his tongue with my own. He tasted sweet, like the chocolate cake we had earlier for dessert. I wanted more. 

While I was preoccupied with Dad's tongue, Papa started nibbling at my exposed neck. He licked and kissed up and down, tracing the outline of my ear then working my earlobe between his teeth. He must had discovered an erogenous zone, because every nibble caused my dick to jump and his stubble was made my skin tingle. My hips were bucking involuntarily, looking for friction. 

What I found was Dad's cock, equally hard and digging into my stomach. He dropped a hand to my hip to press me closer. Papa followed me forward with a hand on my other hip, rubbing his cock into the crevice of my ass. My mind was spinning at the feeling of their hard bodies and hard cocks pressed up against me. I pulled away from Dad's incredible mouth just to catch my breathe and savor the feeling. 

I didn't get a chance to catch my breath, though, because Papa turned my head and wasted no time plunging his tongue deep into my mouth, seeking out every hidden corner until I was lightheaded from lack of air. I reached up and buried my fingers into Papa's hair. I'd always loved playing with Papa's hair; it was thick and soft and I loved the way it slid between my fingers. 

Hands were sneaking underneath the hem of my shirt, burning a trail of fire up my torso. Dad was bent over, using his mouth to taste every inch of my skin. His tongue dipped into my belly button making me squirm and break away from Papa. I wrapped one arm around Dad's head and the other hand reached down across his wide shoulders. Papa latched onto that spot behind my ear again and I whimpered as he sent shivers down my body. 

Dad was working his way up until his lips latched onto a nipple, his tongue flicking at the swollen bud. I clung onto him desperately, my nerve endings firing with all these new sensations, hot mouths, scratchy stubble, and strong hands coming at me from all directions. 

Someone's fingers were working at the buttons of my jeans but I was beyond able to figure out who they belonged to. Pop, pop, pop. My heart jumped as each button came undone. Then a hand sneaked into my pants and grasped firmly at my erection. I arched forward into the caress, afraid that I might cum in my underwear. 

My head was resting on Papa's shoulder and I turned slightly nuzzle at his neck. Papa's neck was sexy as hell; it was strong and thick and I always found myself staring that that little hollow at the base. Now so close, I pressed my lips against the soft skin and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. My tongue lapped at that hollow, tasting the spiciness of his skin. It was intoxicating. I could easily get addicted to that. 

Dad's lips had switched nipples and he pinched the one he had left. The pain shot straight to my cock and I bucked into the hand still groping at my erection. Papa pulled me away from his neck and brought me back to his mouth. I was bolder this time, pressing my tongue forward to explore the same way he had before. 

My jeans were being pushed down my legs. A firm hand grasped at my calf, encouraging me to step out of the pant legs one at a time. Dad stripped off my socks, too, before kissing and caressing his way up my legs. When he got to the top of my thighs, he stopped and breathed heavily on my erection. Both Papa and I gazed down at him on his knees. I probably had a dazed look about me; I hoped Papa did, too. 

Dad's eyes swept up my body, leaving a trail of goose bumps on my skin until he met my gaze. There was a look in his eyes, one that I had never seen before. He looked like a predator, ready to pounce, and I was his prey with no chance of escape. It didn't help that Papa had his arms wrapped around me, pulling me back against his body, chest molded to my back and his erection nestled into my ass crack. If there had been any question of escape before, there certainly wasn't now. 

Dad held my gaze as he bent his head. His tongue snuck out and he licked the length of my cock through the underwear from my balls to the head. When he got to the top, his lips closed around the wet spot that was growing on the cotton material and he sucked--hard. The heat and pressure of his mouth, even through the barrier of my underwear, was searing. My head fell back against Papa's shoulder with a cry, as I tensed from the intensity of sensations flooding through my system. 

"Shh, shh," Papa cooed into my ear. "Just breath." Hands were caressing me gently, running up and down my torso and legs. 

Dad was nuzzled my crotch, rubbing his face against my sensitive cock. Then he was planting gentle kisses across my pelvis and his finger hooked over the elastic waist of my briefs. 

I watched as Dad slowly lifted the elastic away from my body and down around my cock before letting the briefs drop to the floor. I forgot to breath again when he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the head of my cock. It was gentle this time, and my cock lurched forward to maintain contact. 

But he backed away and Papa started pushing me forward, positioning me in front of their dresser. Dad had shuffled between me and the drawers, still on his knees while Papa placed both my hands on the top. 

"Hold on tight," Papa whispered in my ear before sinking to his knees behind me. 

I looked down at Dad in confusion until his hands on my knees encouraged me to widen my stance. Realization dawn as I felt Papa's hand kneading my ass checks. 

"Oh god. Oh god!" My whimper turned into a cry as they attacked me from both sides. 

I watched as Dad wrapped his large hand around my leaking cock, took a quick lick of the slit to pick up precum, then promptly lowered his hot wet mouth down my shaft. It was like he inhaled my cock because in a few seconds his nose was pressed against my pelvis bone. The head of my cock had slipped into his constricting throat and the heat radiated up and over my entire body. 

At the same time, Papa had pried open my ass cheeks and stuck his face in. I could feel Papa's stubble scrape against the delicate skin and his probing tongue swirling around my hole, pushing against the muscle, seeking entrance. I forced myself to relax around his insistent prying until I felt myself opening up to his invasion. Papa's tongue was inside of my ass, Papa's tongue was in my ass, my breath hitched as the thought ran through my head.

My knuckles were white on top of the dresser. I was gasping for breath and I couldn't decide whether to push my hips forward to bury myself more deeply into Dad's mouth, or backward to get more of Papa's tongue inside my ass. Their hands guided me until I was tilting forward and back, fucking Dad's mouth, and fucking myself on Papa's tongue. 

The dual assault was too much for my 18 year old body; I tried to hold off for as long as I could, but the sensations were overwhelming. My balls drew up tight as I felt them churn and before I could call out I warning, I shot my load into Dad's mouth. My ass clamping down on Papa's tongue that was still twisting and turning, drawing out my orgasm as Dad sucked me dry. 

I almost collapsed to the floor, head spinning from the intensity of the orgasm, but was held upright solely by my dads' strong arms. They both stood and Papa leaned over my shoulder to give Dad a deep probing kiss. I wondered if he could taste my cum in Dad's tongue, the thought sent at a shudder through my still weak body. 

"Delicious," Papa growled as he pulled back a fraction. Then I realized that the whole point of this kiss because Papa had wanted a taste. The thought made me woozy and I leaned my head on Dad's shoulder to catch my breath. 

"Come here, Jasper," Dad whispered, pulling my head forward until the three of us were pressed face to face to face. Our noses were mashed together, mouths open and tongue tangling together in a messy three-way kiss. 

Dad chuckled as he leaned his forehead against mine. 

"Hm, that worked better in my head," he smiled. 

It suddenly dawned on me that both my dads were still fully clothed while I was completely naked. 

"You still have your clothes on," I said with a frown.

"Why don't you do something about that?" Papa replied. 

I thought that was an excellent idea, so I got to work unbuttoning Dad's shirt. My hands were trembling, but I was determined, focusing on slipping each button out of its hole and revealing an extra inch of skin. 

Dad has a layer of downy soft blonde hairs covering his entire chest, so light that you can barely see it. But you could feel it; it was like petting some cute, furry little creature. I ran my fingers through the hairs, feeling the hot skin underneath. Dad was starting to breath heavy, eyes lidded and mouth parted. I pushed his shirt over his wide shoulders and down his muscular arms, arms that held me up tonight and during all my 18 years on the planet. 

I planted a kiss on his bicep, marveling at the ripple of muscle under my lips. My tongue sneaked out to taste his salty skin and I gently took a mouthful in between my teeth and sucked. 

"Oh, Jasper," Dad sighed. 

"My turn," Papa pulled me toward him. 

Papa was easier to undress. I just slipped my hands under the hem of his shirt and ran them up his body, lifting the shirt in the process. My hands ran over curly, wiry hairs that trailed down the middle of his abdomen and over the small patch right on his sternum, then cup his smooth pecs, his nipples hardening under my palms. 

Papa pulled his shirt over his head and I bent down to take one of his nipples in my mouth. They were a dark brown against Papa's already tanned skin. Papa tasted salty, and I trailed my tongue down across his chest, chasing that salty spicy taste of him. I lapped at the curls on his sternum then planted an open mouth kiss, drawing patterns in the hair with my tongue. 

"Shit," Papa swore and drew in a gasping breath. "Where did you learn this stuff?"

I smiled up at him with a knowing look. 

"Probably the same place you learn all your tricks," Dad replied for me. 

"I think I need to update my stash," Papa said. 

"Who has stashes these days?" Dad said. "You've got to keep up with the times. Kids just stream that stuff online now."

"I can show you if you want," I offered with a grin. 

"Some other time. Right now, you have more important things to do."

Papa took my hands and led them to the front of his pants. 

I pulled at his belt and unclasped the buckle, then slipped my fingers inside the waistband as I was unbuttoning his pants. Papa gasped and sucked his stomach at the touch. 

"Ticklish?" I teased. 

Papa just glared at me. 

"Just take my pants off."

I slowly pulled at the zipper, nuzzling my nose against the exposed bulge and breathing in that spicy scent. When I breathed out, Papa's hand found its way behind my head and gently pressed my face more firmly against his engorged cock. 

My senses were filled with Papa and I opened my mouth to take mouthfuls of him through the cotton of his briefs. My hands were on Papa's ass, pulling him closer so I could bury my face deeper into his crotch. This was unbelievable, I could never have imagined how addicting it was to be pressed nose to cock against Papa. I don't think I could ever get enough of it. But I knew there was more. 

I pulled away slightly so I could push Papa's pants and underwear off. Glancing up, I saw Papa and Dad in a deep tonsil wrestling kiss. Obviously, I'd seen them kiss a million times before, but never like this. Never like they couldn't get enough of each other, like they were about to inhale each other's tongues. 

My cock was hard again at the sight, and Papa's cock was hard right in front of my eyes. I wrapped my fingers experimentally around it, marveling at the veins that ran up the length. The swollen head was a shade darker than the shaft, and a bead of pre-cum was forming at the tip. I snuck my tongue out to lick at it and suddenly my mouth exploded in the salty flavor of Papa. 

I wanted more, so I put the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around to taste every inch of the smooth skin. Papa was groaning above me, his hands tighten in my hair, but he didn't push himself onto me. 

Slowly, I took more of him into my mouth, one inch at the time, loving the feeling of my jaw stretched wide, the heftiness of his cock weighing on my tongue. When he hit the back of my throat, I started pulling back, not quite ready to try deep throating just yet. But I did leave a coating of spit that was convenient for sliding my hand up and down the rigid shaft. 

"Oh, god, Jasper," Papa breathed above me. 

Encouraged by his response, I continued to jack him while bending my head to take one of his smooth hairless balls in my mouth. My tongue ran over the orb, massaging it inside my mouth, as my nose was pressed up against the base of his cock. I took deep breaths, each one stronger than any drug I could get my teenaged hands on. 

After subjecting the other ball to the same treatment, I went back to Papa's cock, lapping at more of that pre-cum, letting it spread over the surface of my tongue. It tasted so good, I couldn't help but moan, causing Papa to tilt his hips involuntarily and push his cock deeper in to my mouth. 

I could feel Papa breathing heavily, and the knowledge that I was doing that to him was the ultimate confidence booster. I bobbed up and down a few times, using my hand on the portion I couldn't take into my mouth. The steady rhythm was soothing, like there was a gentle simmer in the pit of my stomach warming my entire body. I could go on like this forever, I realized. 

Then suddenly Papa was pulling me off him and I whimpered in protest until I saw Dad's hard cock next to me, waiting to be serviced. I had been so caught up in blowing Papa that I hadn't even noticed Dad removing the rest of his clothes. 

I marveled at the difference between Papa and Dad. Papa was longer than Dad, but Dad was thicker. A lot thicker. Plus, Dad had his pubic hair trimmed short whereas Papa had gone all the way and shaved. The most fascinating thing though, was Dad's foreskin, which was absent on Papa's cock. At the moment, the foreskin was retracted, so that his huge pink head could stand out proud, but I couldn't help but pull it back and forth experimentally, eliciting a gasp from Dad. 

Now I had a cock in each hand, belonging to each of my dads, both hard and heavy under my fingers. This really was the best birthday present I could have ever asked for. 

I put my mouth over Dad's cock, learning the texture of the skin with my tongue. I pushed myself down on Dad's cock, using my lips to push the foreskin back until the head was exposed again. Dad was so thick, I couldn't get down very far before my jaw was stretched to the limit. Pulling back slightly, I began jacking Dad the way I had with Papa and quickly realized that I didn't need as much spit to make for a smooth, slick slide up and down. 




Private Collection Pt. 02



So instead, I concentrated on Dad's head, twirling my tongue around and licking deeply at his slit. I tasted a drop of Dad's precum and realized another difference between him and Papa. Dad's precum had a slightly bitter taste. It was slightly shocking to the taste buds, but I found myself wanting more, and sucking hard at his head, my hand flying up and down trying to milk more drops from him. 

Hands were on my head, combing through my hair, gripping lightly but not pushing me past my comfort zone. Hands were on my shoulders, squeezing encouragingly. I switched back and forth between Dad and Papa, enjoying the differences in their cocks and the differences in their tastes. My own cock was standing up tall and throbbing as I stuffed my mouth full. 

Then Papa shifted closer until his cock was lined up next to Dad's and I found that if I open my mouth nice and wide, I could slip them both inside. 

"Oh god," Papa groaned again as hands tightened on me. 

I loved the look of their cocks next to each other, rubbing up against each other, my spit glistening on the swollen heads. Using both of my hands, I stroked them together, twirling my tongue first around one and then the other. I leaned forward, wanting to feel them both in my mouth again, loving the way my jaw felt distended just to fit them inside. There was so much cock and my mouth was stretched so wide that saliva leaked out and drooled down my chin. I needed more in my mouth, I wanted to inhale them both. 

Taking a peek up from the feast in front of me, I saw Papa burying his face against Dad's neck as Dad wrapped an arm around to hold him close. The intimate embrace made my heart clench and my cock twitch. They loved each other so much, I always knew that, but I felt like I was getting an insider view into the deepest part of their relationship. I felt tears forming in my eyes as I realized how lucky I was to have them as my parents, and how lucky I was that they would let me in on this moment. 

"Jasper?" Dad said, pulling me to my feet. "Are you okay? You're crying."

I was pulled into their arms as Papa wiped the solitary tear that rolled down my cheek. 

"What's wrong?" Papa asked with a frown. "Did we hurt you?"

"No, no, I'm fine. It's nothing," I shook my head. "Nothing's wrong."

"Then why are you crying?" Papa asked. 

"No, it's just... I'm so happy to be here, with you," I said in a small voice, feeling a flush rising on my skin. 

Dad and Papa shared a look and a smile before pulling me into a tight hug. 

"We're happy you're here, too, Jasper. We love you very much, more than you could know," Dad said. 

"I love you both, too," I whispered into Dad's shoulder. 

"Come on, let's lie down." Dad guided us toward the big bed. 

They put me in the middle of the bed, Dad on my right and Papa on the left. I squirmed on the sheets, the cool satin fabric sliding smoothly over my skin. Their hands roamed up and down my body, brushing over my skin and setting everything on fire, an exhilarating contrast to the coolness of the sheets. I let my hands explore their bodies, too, enjoying the differences in their bodies, one light, one dark, both beautiful. 

Papa tilted my head toward him so he could plunge his tongue into my mouth. Dad's mouth found its way to my nipple again and began the torment. He didn't stay there long, though, and was soon leaving a trail of kisses down my body to engulf my cock in his talented mouth again. It was fully resurrected by now, buried deep into Dad's throat. 

Dad didn't stay there long, either, causing me to whimper in protest against Papa's mouth. Instead, Dad settled himself between my legs and slipped his hands under my thighs to lift them up. He didn't stop until my knees were up by my chest and my asshole exposed to his view. 

I broke away from Papa to breathe and he took the opportunity to take his turn at my nipples. Then Dad dove into my ass, his tongue licking and prodding at the sensitive rosebud until I found myself relaxing for him. 

I think that's my favorite thing in the world, having my ass eaten, feeling the wet, agile muscle push its way past the tight ring, finding myself opening to the invasion, wanting more. And Dad was making me want more. 

I had never thought about the length of Dad's tongue before, but it must have been abnormally long because I honestly felt thoroughly fucked by it. It was pushing in and out of me at an increasing pace, and I found myself tilting upwards to meet each thrust. 

"Please," I beg, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillow. 

Then I felt something different pressing against my hole. As I gasped at the feeling, I realized that Dad was using a finger and pushing it inside of me. He worked it in and out of me until I was writhing underneath him. Then my cock was back in Dad's mouth and I bucked up into the heat.

Papa's hands held me still as his mouth left wet trails all over my body. My skin was tingling and sensitive everywhere they touched me and my body was humming. It was all I could do to clutch Papa and try to breathe while they worked me over.

I let out a whine of protest when Dad's finger left my hole, but he was quickly back with two, pushing them in and stretching me wider. I grasped at Papa, pulling him up for a kiss. I think I surprised him with my initiative when I took control of the kiss, plunging into his mouth the way Dad's fingers were plunging into my ass. 

Then Dad struck at something inside of me and I flew off the bed. 

"Whoa, easy there," Papa chuckled, gently pressing me back down. 

I struggled to pull air into my lungs as my body vibrated. 

"Liked that, didn't you?" He said with the dirty grin. All I could do was nod. 

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body feeling like a current was running through it. I vaguely felt Papa nuzzling gently at my ear, hands holding me still as I twitched under Dad's ministrations. 

Soon Dad was up to three fingers and I eventually found a rhythm with him, tilting my hips up to meet his thrusting. I think I was probably making incoherent noises at this point, but I was really too out of it to know. 

Dad's mouth was still working its magic on my cock, slipping it all the way down his throat then sliding up so he could work my piss slit with his talented tongue. The sensations in my ass and on my cock were too much and I could feel my balls churning, ready to release a second load when Dad suddenly pulled out of me and sat back on his heels. 

I let out a strangled cry of protest to which Papa just laughed. 

"Please," I begged. "I'm so close." 

My body was still thrusting up into the air, trying to find that friction it needed for release. 

"Shh," Papa said as he leaned back on his side, one hand propping his head up, the other lying firmly, possessively across my body. 

"It gets better," he reassured me. 

Dad moved to the nightstand and retrieved a giant bottle of lube. It looked like some kind of bulk size, which made me smile. Either Dad and Papa were still going at it like rabbits after 20 years of marriage, or Dad was being economical and shopping at some sort of Costco for sex place. Mostly likely it was both.

He warmed up some lube between his fingers before rubbing them on my hole. I shuddered at the slippery feeling of his fingers sliding into me with little resistance. I reached for Papa again, wanting to taste his mouth, needing to share the sensations I felt with him. 

"Ready Jasper?" Dad asked. 

Papa leaned back and we both looked down to see Dad position himself between my still upraised legs. I could feel his cockhead rubbing up and down my crack, teasing at my hole. Every time it ran over my opening, I could feel my muscles spasming, wanting to suck the big cock inside of me. Yes, I was ready. I was more than ready. I'd been waiting for this moment for years. 

I nodded and Papa leaned down for a quick kiss. Then he sat up just enough so he could see Dad's cock pressed against my hole. I was holding onto Papa with one hand and to Dad with the other. Dad's eyes never left mine as he ever so slowly pushed forward. 

As much as I wanted Dad inside of me, dying to have Dad inside of me. My ass was putting up some resistance to the invasion of Dad's giant cock head. 

"Relax, Jasper," Dad coached. "Relax."

His eyes conveyed his concern for me, his desire to be with me, his desire for me to take pleasure from our love making. It was this knowledge, this surety that I was safe and loved and cherished that enabled me to relax that last little bit and allow his cock to pop in. 

"Oh fuck," Papa let out in a groan, his fingers tightening on mine. Catching his language, he stole a quick glance up at Dad and muttered a quick "Sorry" before lying down next to me again.

I felt split open, impaled on Dad's cock. My nerve endings were screaming out in surprise and my whole being was centered around my ass hole, pulsing with every beat of my heart around Dad's thickness. I could barely breathe. 

Papa tucked his body up against mine, slipping an arm under my neck to act as a pillow and holding me close until I was surrounded by him. I nuzzled against his skin, breathing in his spicy scent, letting it relax me further until the shock of being stretched so wide began to fade. 

We must have stayed that way for minutes, Dad holding still with just the head of his cock inside of me, letting me acclimatize while Papa held me and soothed me. 

When I was ready for more, I looked back up at Dad and saw the deep frown of concentration on his brow. He's been battling for self-control, I realized. My heart swelled with the joy of knowing that I had that kind of effect on Dad, that he was pushed to the edge of his control with desire for me. And my heart overflowed with gratitude that he was staunchly denying himself gratification to put my needs first. 

I gave Dad a grateful smile and small nod. 

Slowly, impossibly slowly, Dad pushed one inch forward, then half an inch back. Then another inch forward and half an inch back. With gentle micro thrusts Dad began working his way into me, opening me up to reach deeper inside. 

Papa reached between my legs and softly wrapped his fingers around my cock. I had been so focused on the stretching of my ass that I had forgotten about the state of my erection. It had lost of some its stiffness, but was now quickly reviving with each thrust of Dad's hips. Papa gently caressed it, using the precum leaking onto my stomach to help his hand slide up and down, milking more precum out of the tip. 

I was being fucked in the ass by Dad's massive cock while Papa's fingers were milking my own. I couldn't decide what I wanted more, my body caught with wanting to thrust up into Papa's hand or bear down on Dad's cock. So I hovered in between, suspended between them as they expertly played my body. 

I'm not sure how long this went on for, Dad continuing his incredibly slow journey into my ass while Papa varied the tightness of his grip on my cock to wring more precum onto my stomach. By the time Dad was fully seated, his pelvis flush against my ass, I was just a mass of twitching nerves. I felt overflowingly full, like Dad's massive cock had pushed all my organs out of place and squeezed the air out of my lungs. I felt like if I dared to move an inch, I would shatter into a million pieces. 

"You okay, Jasper?" Papa asked, kissing and nuzzling against my ear. 

I couldn't speak, I couldn't draw breath to make a sound. I just nodded slightly, willing my body to relax. We stayed like that for a few more moments, Dad fully seated inside of me, and Papa's hand keeping a steady tug on my cock. 

Papa's lips was wandering back and forth on my body, chewing on my earlobe, then my nipple, down to peck at the head of my cock and back up again. It was driving me crazy and soon I was arching up into him, unwittingly pulling myself off of Dad's cock. 

The sensation of his thickness sliding through my hole rippled through my body and I instinctively clenched down on him. 

Dad's sucked into a sharp breath and frowned in concentration, trying to keep himself still. 

"Please, Dad, please," I begged. I knew he was holding back for my sake, but I needed him now. I needed him to move; I needed him to ravish my ass. 

"Oh Jasper," Dad groaned as he slowly pulled back until just the head of his cock was resting on the inside of my ring of muscle. Then he pushed in steady, all the way until he was seated deeply again. Then out almost all the way, and back in. He kept a steady speed, not too hard, just slowly working my ass until I was thrusting up to meet him on every stroke. 

Then he shifted and aimed his cock against my prostate, bumping into it with every stroke. I cried out and clenched down on him, which only made his thrust more forcefully and bump against my prostate harder. 

I was so close to coming, with Dad pounding away at my ass and Papa still working my cock. I tried to think of something unsexy to keep the surge at bay, like baseball stats, unfortunately I didn't know enough about baseball to keep my mind away from the assault of pleasure on my body. 

But Papa must have been able to sense how close I was, because a split second before I emptied my balls onto his hand, he released my cock, letting it flop on to my stomach. 

"The next time you come, we all come together," Papa whispered in my ear, setting off another round of shudders through me. 

"Think you can suck on my dick?" Papa asked. I glanced up at him through heavy lidded eyes and almost laughed out loud at the hopeful yet hesitant look on his face. It reminded me of a puppy who was asking for a treat he didn't think he deserved. But Papa deserved this, for everything he's sacrificed to raise me, he deserved this and more. 

So I smiled and ran my hand down his still-flat stomach to wrap my fingers around his cock. I gave it a gentle tug and swiped my thumb across the bead of precum gathered at the head. Papa get out a low groan and planted a firm kiss on my shoulder. 

Slowly, Dad pulled his cock out of me, and I whimpered in protest. I felt empty without him in there, and I didn't like it. 

"Turn around, Jasper, hands and knees," Dad said. Papa moved to the head of the bed on his knees while I did as Dad instructed.

When I was in position, Dad rubbed the head of his cock back and forth against my opening, teasing me again until I pushed back firmly against him. 

I heard him chuckle before easing his way in again. My breath caught when he pushed inside, and I let it out slowly as my ass adjusted to this new position. Dad was easier to take like this and I quickly found myself pushing back against him, increasing the tempo of our thrusts. 

When I had settled in to a good rhythm with Dad, Papa took his cock in his hand and brought it close to my mouth. He rubbed it back and forth against my lips, painting them with his precum until I snuck my tongue out to lick it off. There was that salty taste again, I needed more. 

I stretched my neck forward to take more of Papa into my mouth. He obliged by shifting forward until I could feel the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat. I held it there for a second, taking a deep breath, fighting my gag reflex. Then Dad thrust into my ass, pushing me forward as I inhaled, sending Papa's cock sliding down into my throat. 

"Ahh, fuck," Papa muttered, hunched over me. His one hand was buried in my hair, not holding tight, but actually supporting me to make sure I didn't suffocate on his cock. His other hands was drawing patterns on my back and reaching down to squeeze my ass as it got pounded. 

I held as still as I could, telling myself to relax around Papa's long cock blocking off my air supply. When I felt the slight panic ease, I realized that I was stuffed full of cock from both ends. I moaned around Papa's cock and felt it throb against my tongue in response. 

Dad was driving into me now, I could hear his hips smacking into my ass and feel his balls hitting mine with every stroke. Papa held himself inside my throat for only a few seconds before easing back out to let me breath. My hands clutched at the lavender sheets, trying not to slip out of position as I took it from both ends.

Dad's hands moved from my hips to my nipples and he pinched them with his fingers. The sharp pain radiated through my body, causing me to buck and driving both Dad and Papa's cocks deeper into me. My own cock was pulsing to the beat of my racing heart, hanging swollen and sensitive between my legs. 

They kept this up, driving into both my holes with their beautiful cocks. Every time I'd come close to coming, they'd change up the rhythm, keeping me on edge. I don't know how they knew, but it may have been the way I'd moaning around Papa's cock, or the way I'd start squirming up and down to get more of Dad into my ass. 

They kept this up for so long, though, that my nerves were almost fried and my arms could barely hold me up anymore. My knees were sliding out from under me on the slippery sheets when I finally pulled myself off of Papa's cock and just buried my face into his hip, breathing hard to catch my breath. Dad slowly back off of me, too, pulling me up until I was upright on my knees, back pressed tightly against his broad chest. 

I leaned my head back on Dad's shoulder as he kissed at my ear and along my jaw. He captured my lips in a gentle kiss, his tongue dipping into my mouth. I wondered if he could taste Papa on me, maybe that's what caused his cock to twitch against my ass. 

Papa was moving, lying down on the bed. He tapped lightly against the insides of my knees and I instinctively widened them to let Papa extend his legs down. Dad held me in position while Papa situated himself between my legs. He scooted down until my knees were by his waist and if I lowered myself to my heels, his cock would stab me in the ass. With one last kiss, Dad pulled away and guided me down until the head of Papa's cock was at the entrance to my hole. 

"Sit down, Jasper," Dad instructed and as I did so, I felt Dad push Papa's cock into me. 

I paused for a moment, enjoying the feel of Papa. Glancing down, Papa had a deep frown on my face, eyes narrowed as his fought to keep his hips still for me. I place my hands on Papa's chest, squeezing his pec muscles and eliciting a short gasp. Papa's hands found their way to my hips, gently encouraging me to slide further down his cock. 

I lowered myself, and lowered myself. When I felt full, I reached back to check and found I had a couple more inches to go. 

"You're so long," I gasped through heavy breaths. 

"Yeah, he is. It's wonderful, isn't it?" Dad said from behind me, hands massaging my ass and back, wandering around to caress my chest. "Keep breathing, you're almost there." 

Just when I felt like I couldn't take any more, I felt my ass make contact with Papa's pelvis. I held still, feeling like Papa's cock had extended all the way up into my throat. It was an amazing feeling, but my body was so primed that I couldn't find the strength to move. 

"Shh, relax," Dad's hands were running up and down my thighs. "Just relax and sit down on Papa. You can take a break here."

I thought that was a little absurd. How was I supposed to take a break with a giant cock stuffed up my ass? But I did it anyways, forcing my thighs to relax and settling my body weight on Papa. This drove his cock even deeper into me until I was fully impaled on him. 

"Fuck, you're so tight and hot," Papa said through clenched teeth. 

"Yeah, he is." Dad agreed, echoing his earlier words. "It's wonderful, isn't it?" 

My breath hitched listening to them talk about me. I loved that they loved my body. I had to take a couple of shaky breaths to get my racing heart back under control. Papa and Dad had their hands running all over my body, squeezing here and pinching there, keeping me highly sensitized. 




Private Collection Pt. 02



Then Papa started rolling his hips in circles underneath me; it felt like he was churning up my insides. I gasped, grasping at Papa's chest as I fought off a threatening orgasm. Papa said I was supposed to come with them, I didn't think he meant now. 

"Think you can move, Jasper?" Dad asked. "Just raise and lower yourself, whatever feels good. You have complete control here."

Biting my lip to force myself to focus, I slowly pushed against Papa's chest, raising myself up. I couldn't tell how far up I was or how much of Papa's cock I still had in me, but when my thighs started protesting, I let myself slide down until I was seated again. I repeated this, raising and lowering myself on Papa's cock as his hips continued their circular motion. 

My insides were getting destroyed in the most blissful way and I found myself raising up higher and dropping down harder, fucking myself on Papa's cock. My cock was flying up and down smacking against Papa's stomach each time I impaled myself on him, and each time a dollop of precum oozed out until a puddle started to form. The impact on my cock added to roiling sensations in my body and I found that I was thrusting myself as much for the smack on my cock as for Papa's dick inside me. 

Dad's hands were still on me, but I felt him lean back when I really started going at it. 

"Fuck, that's beautiful," I heard Dad mutter under his breath. 

I've heard Dad swear less than a handful of times in my entire life; he only did so when caught up in a situation. Hearing him swear now triggered something inside me, knowing that he was watching Papa's cock disappear inside of me and enjoying the view. 

I arched my body forward until my ass stuck out, giving Dad a better view of my hole stretched around Papa's cock. Then I really started to fuck myself, raising up until I was practically on my hands and knees and sitting down hard and grinding my ass into Papa's pelvis. I was landing so hard that every time I bottomed out, I felt the impact ripple through my body, knocking the air out of my lungs.

Papa raised a hand to my cheek and brushed his thumb across my lower lip. He slipped it in and I automatically wrapped my lips around it and sucked, bathing it with my tongue. 

"Shit, babe, get up here," Papa said to Dad. 

He moved from behind me and came around front, first bending down to kiss Papa in one of those open mouthed, tongue wrestling kisses. It only made me suck on Papa's thumb even harder. Dad broke off from Papa and leaned toward me. He took Papa's thumb out of my mouth and replaced it with his tongue. He let me suck on his tongue until he took the kiss over with a hand to the back of my head, pulling my tongue into his mouth and sucking the breath out of my lungs. 

Just when I thought I was going to faint from lack of air, Dad pulled back, breathing hard. Then he gave me a lewd smile that I'd usually expect from Papa. 

"Wanna taste yourself?" he asked. 

I gasped and let out a shaky breath, hoping that he could understand that was a yes. 

Dad stood with one foot planted on either side of Papa's torso, and angled himself until his cock was in line with my mouth. Then, as I continued to fuck myself on Papa's dick, Dad slowly fed me his cock. 

He was right, I could taste myself on his cock. There was a muskiness, a spiciness that wasn't there when I was blowing Dad before. I'm typically hungry for Dad's cock, regardless, but the knowledge that he was just inside me, moments ago, drove me crazy. I eagerly took more and more of Dad's cock in my mouth, collecting that spiciness on my tongue. When Dad hit the back of my throat, I swallowed hungrily, wanting to be fully stuffed again. 

I latched on to Dad's hips with my hands, giving myself leverage as I bobbed up and down on his cock while bounced up and down on Papa's. These two men, I loved them with my entire being and now they were giving me the ultimate birthday present, filling my being in the most intimate way. My heart felt full, full to the brim with love as I did my best to bring pleasure to the two most important people in my life. 

When Dad pulled his cock out of my mouth, I moaned with displeasure. But my mouth was quickly stuffed again as Dad lifted his cock out of the way and presented his balls for me to suck on. I sucked greedily, filling my mouth with the delicate orbs. 

"Oh fuck," Papa cried out as he watched his son suck on the balls of his husband. Papa's hips jerked up into me, throwing me off my rhythm and burying my face flat against Dad's groin. I got a lungful of Dad's musky scent and Dad groaned when I increased suction on his balls. 

Papa had taken over by now, thrusting up into me hard and fast so I could only hold still, mouth stuffed full and Dad's cock smacking me in the face. I was so close, so close to the edge, I really don't know how I managed to hold off. 

"Babe, babe, I can't last much longer," Papa panted, one hand raised to squeeze Dad's ass. 

After one last swipe with my tongue, Dad gently extracted himself from my mouth and moved to kneel behind me again. He pushed me forward until I was braced on my hands above Papa. My ass was tilted up, giving Dad access to my hole, still stretched wide with Papa's cock. 

"Jasper, deep breath," Dad said. 

I did as I was told and filled my lungs, head hanging down and cradled in Papa's hand. I was already stretched around Papa's cock, but I felt something else prodding at my hole. 

"Sit back," Dad said. 

Slowly, I pushed my ass back and gasped as my ring expanded around Dad's finger that was pressed along the length of Papa's cock. 

"That's it," Dad said encouragingly, his other hand massaging an ass cheek. 

I shifted up and down, just micro movements to let my ass get used to the added girth. When I began breathing easy, I felt Dad shifting his hand. 

"Now two," he announced. 

On my next down stroke, my ass expanded even more to fit around a second finger. I felt so full, so stretched, I wasn't sure if I was going to make it to the end. I'd practiced before on dildos and vibrators, but even though those looked huge, nothing compared to the feel of human flesh forcing its way into my ass. 

Then Dad added a third finger. I sank down around it and just held myself, catching my breath. Papa wrapped a hand around my cock. It had been hard and leaking all evening, and while it was still hard, it had lost its sensitivity with my ass stretched as wide as it was. Papa's stroking helped take my mind off of my ass and soon I was wriggling around, ready for more. 

Dad gently slid his fingers out of my ass, sending shivers up my spine. Then he scooted in close, pressing his chest up against my back. He wrapped his arms around me, chin on my shoulder and planted gentle kisses along my neck and ear. 

"Ready?" he asked. 

I took a couple of deep breaths to settle my racing heart. Papa's hand caressed my cheek, the other one giving my cock a gentle squeeze. I smiled down at him, warmed by the patient love I saw in his eyes. I nodded and then turn my head to give Dad a kiss. It was gentle, loving and the melted me to the core. 

Dad pulled back, running a hand down the center of my back, steadying me on my knees, braced above Papa. 

"Look at me," Papa said, gazing straight into my eyes, hand on my cheek, keeping me focused. "Breathe." 

Dad's one hand was on my hip, keeping me still, the other hand guiding his cock to my already stretched hole. He rubbed the head of his cock back and forth at the spot where Papa's cock disappeared into my ass. I felt Papa's gasp in response to the contact, as I trembled in anticipation. 

"Push out, Jasper," Dad said as he began pushing the head of his cock into my ass. 

The stretch was incredible. It felt like my ass was being torn apart, ripped in two. My entire body was shaking, my arms about to give way under me. I wanted to swear, but all the air had escaped my lungs. My eyes were watering with the pain. 

"Breathe, Jasper," Papa said. "Breathe with me."

"Almost," Dad said behind me, giving one last push to pop the head of his cock in. He held still, hands running up and down my back. 

"Breathe, Jasper. Come on, look at me," Papa said, hand gripping the side of my neck. 

My eyes had been squeezed shut from the pain of the intrusion, but as I opened them, the look of concern on Papa's face helped center me, easing my discomfort. 

"Do you want to stop?" Papa asked. "We can stop."

"No," I gasped, shaking my head. In no way did I want to stop. This was my dream come true, what I fantasized about every night for years. I knew it would be painful no matter how much work they did preparing me. But this was what I wanted. 

"Keep going," I said. "I'll be okay." 

Papa frowned, clearly debating whether he wanted to believe me. Then he glanced past my shoulder and exchanged a look with Dad. I couldn't see Dad's face, but I felt him sigh and press kisses against my shoulder. 

Papa reached for my soft cock, and gently started rubbing at the head again, bringing it back to life. 

"Keep going?" Dad asked. 

I nodded, feeling the burn in my ass easing as I forced myself to relax. 

"Okay, remember, push out," Dad said. "Ready?"

"Deep breath," Papa said. 

I filled my lungs and bore down on, sticking my ass out and willing myself to relax around the invasion. I felt Dad slip in a few more inches before the fullness made me seize again. 

"Breath with me Jasper," Papa said. He was breathing hard, too, his cock compressed as Dad took up space in my ass. "In and out, in and out." 

I matched my breathing to Papa's, eyes locked with his. His hand on my cock was working; despite the pain I felt in my ass, my cock was slowly reviving. 

"Tell me when you're ready for more," Dad said, between showing my shoulders and back and kisses. 

After a few moments, the burn faded again and I shifted my hips experimentally. Both Papa and Dad gasped, tightening their grips on me. 

"More," I whispered. 

Papa grinned up at me, using a thumb to wipe at the sweat on my brow. 

"Deep breath again," Papa said, and I bore down as Dad slid the last few inches in. 

I let out a strangled cry as I felt him bottom out, his pelvis flush against my ass cheeks. I was stretched impossibly wide, the burn radiating out from my ass and engulfing my entire body. I was so full, it felt like a train had driven straight through my ass. 

I was taking short shallow breaths, unable to breath any deeper because my insides were all shifted out of place, compressing my lungs. My eyes were watering from the fullness, running down my cheeks too fast for Papa to wipe away. 

"Jasper," Papa whispered my name. "Jasper, are you okay?" 

I gave him a micro nod, unable to move anymore for fear of shattering into a million pieces. 

"Breathe, Jasper," Papa said. "Oh god, you're so tight."

"Oh god, oh god, oh fuck," Dad was muttering in my neck, I could felt his chest expanding and contracting as his breathed. His arms were wrapped tight around me, helping to hold me up, because if left on my own, my arms would have collapsed. 

"Oh, Jasper," Dad whispered against my ear, his voice thick with emotion and barely reigned in desire. 

I let them hold me, their hands running over me, soothing my tensed body. We stayed in that position, none of us moving for ages, until gradually the painful burn in my ass faded into a pulsing burn. I still felt full to overflowing, but now I was itching to move to ease the discomfort. 

I shifted my hips again, but didn't move much, given how impaled I was on two massive cocks. Both Dad and Papa reacted to the movement, but didn't respond, waiting for me to tell them I was ready. I rolled my hips in a circle, then in the other direction, feeling the muscles of my channel relax and loosen. 

Papa was still stroking my cock, which was getting close to hard again. Then he took his hand and pressed it against my lower abdomen, pushing my prostate back against the cocks stuff in my ass, sending electricity through my body. I cried out, convulsing as I ground myself backwards, seeking more of that electricity. 

"Please," I gasped, writhing around. I reached back with one hand to grasp Dad on his hip, squeezing to let him know I needed more. "Please, Dad."

Dad planted one last kiss on my shoulder then pulled back to give himself leverage. Slowly, he pulled out, my body shuddering from the movement. Then he reversed and pushed in until he was fully seated again. My sighed as my body relaxed into the fullness. As Dad moved, thrusting gently in and out, any discomfort lingering faded into ripples of pleasure. 

I groaned, arching my back to tilt my ass and lifting my head up toward the ceiling. The position placed maximum pressure on my prostate, my entire body tingling, sensitive. My cock, now fully revived, was rubbing against the trail of course curly hair on Papa's stomach, the copious amount of precum I was leaking making it slick. 

Then Papa started tilting his hips up, driving his cock into me, alternating with Dad, so that I was constantly filled with one cock or the other. All the sensations were overwhelming; my hole stretched loose, my bottom of my cock rubbing against Dad's stomach, my prostate over stimulated with each thrust of cock into my ass. 

Suddenly, as if on cue, Papa and Dad paused and both drove into me at the same time, driving all the air out of me, every thought out of my mind, just the immense sense of completeness to have them both so deep inside of me. They held themselves there until I recovered. Then they pulled out simultaneously and drove themselves in again, driving everything out of me. 

My head was spinning, my body a mass of firing nerve endings. I was making incoherent sounds, wrung out of me with each thrust of their cocks into me. Their hands held me up, supporting me as they gave all of themselves to me, just as I was giving all of myself to them. 

This was it, I was living my fantasy, connecting with Dad and Papa in the most intimate way possible. The way Dad's arms wrapped protectively around me, the look of intense love on Papa's face, it was more overwhelming than the pounding of their cocks into my ass. 

My eyes started filling with tears, this time from the raw emotion I could no longer contain. It rose up from the deepest part of my soul brought to the surface by the sensations Dad and Papa were wringing out of me. I dropped my head down as it all threatened to overwhelm me. I couldn't keep it all in anymore, every cell of my body on fire and ready to burst. 

Then on one particular hard thrust, Dad and Papa ground themselves so deeply into me that it threw me over the edge. Wave after wave of mind numbing electricity shot through me, my body convulsing with the pleasure, and my ass clamping tightly, serving only to prolong the pleasure as Dad and Papa's cock pressed ever harder into my prostate. 

I wasn't even aware of the cum shooting out of my cock. My orgasm was a whole body experience that peaked in the most awesome high. 

I may have blacked out for a moment. When I came to, Dad and Papa were still hard and buried inside my body. I was limp, held up completely by Dad's strong arms. Papa was caressing my chest and face, waiting for me to come around. 

I blinked several times before I was able to focus my eyes. Papa's face and chest was covered in cum, my cum. I was pretty impressed by the load; I think I'd cum more in that one orgasm than I had in my entire life. 

But then I realized that neither of them had cum yet, both more concerned about my well being. I gave Dad's arm a quick squeeze and pushed my ass back down on their cocks. Reaching out and bracing myself again, I started shifting my hips, fucking myself on them. Now that my head had cleared a bit after my intense orgasm, I could feel each and every ridge slipping in and out of my hole. It gave me shivers up my spine and my spent cock twitched. 

They didn't last much longer, both pounded into me hard, first in unison, then quickly losing their rhythm as their orgasms took hold. First Papa, his face scrunched up and his body arching off the bed, taking me and Dad with him as he emptied himself into me. I felt the scalding heat in my channel, and impossibly, my incredibly sensitive cock started hardening again. Then Dad slammed us back down as he buried himself deep and shot so far into me that I imagined I could taste his cum in my throat. 

Knowing that they shot their seed inside me, so deep inside me to the very core of my being, mixing there until we all became one, that was enough to push me over the edge again. I don't think I came, I doubt I had any cum left. But my body shuddered with new waves of pleasure, nonetheless. 

This time I collapsed onto Papa and Dad lay himself down on top of me. We just laid for a few second until Papa started pushing at us to get off of him. We rolled to the side, the movement dislodging their cocks from my ass, leaving me gaping open with cum leaking out. I tried to close up my ass to keep as much of their cum inside as I could, but my hole was too loose and there was too much cum. 

Dad disappeared for a moment and came back with a damp towel. He gently lifted my legs and cleaned up my ass, the coolness of the towel refreshing against the rawness of my flesh. Dad has a second towel for Papa to clean up his chest. 

"Shower?" Dad asked us. 

I groaned because I really didn't think I could make it all the way to the bathroom and back. 

Papa just grunted and pulled me into him so I was tucked into his side, head pillowed on his shoulder. 

"I guess not," Dad chuckled to himself. He climbed into bed and scooted up behind me, spooning me with his chest pressed against my back. 

I was sandwiched between them again. I decided this was my favorite place to be. 

Papa leaned down for a kiss. It was lazy but sweet, our tongues dancing with each other, our lips lightly caressing. I pulled back to turn and give Dad the same kiss, which he returned with the same tenderness. 

"I love you both so much," I whispered, snuggling down between them. 

"We love you, too, Jasper." Dad said, nuzzling my neck and shoulder. 

"More than you'll ever know," Papa said, pressing a kiss to my forehead. 

"Happy birthday, Jasper." Dad said, as my eyes drooped. 

"Happy birthday, son." Papa said, the last thing I heard before I slipped off into sleep.



Private Collection Pt. 03



This story contains bondage, anal toys, spanking, ball beating, pain play and some generally kinky stuff. The story is entirely fiction. Reader discretion is advised. 

*****

I suppose it's pretty obvious by now that I like having cock stuffed in my ass. But in all honesty, I'm not that discerning--I'll take pretty much anything up my ass. And sometimes, when I'm in the mood, I actually prefer some sort of toy to cock. There's something about the foreignness, the coldness of a toy that makes my skin tingle all over. 

This next fantasy isn't that far from reality... well, let's just say that it started out as a fantasy, but quickly became reality... more than once. 

Enjoy!

Hudson Bartholomew

*****

I had been staring at my cock for the past five minutes, which doesn't seem so unusual if it hadn't for the position I was in. Lying on my shoulder blades, my legs were hoisted up and over my head, lengths of rope snaked around my ankles like cuffs, securing them to the headboard. 

Meanwhile, my arms were stretched straight down my sides with more rope around my wrists to tie them to the foot of the bed. My cock was inches from my face and my asshole was pointed straight up toward the ceiling. If I was any more flexible, I could give myself a blowjob. As it was, I was thanking my yoga gods for getting me into this position. 

I could feel my heartbeat racing, but couldn't do much about it. Taking deep breaths were out of the question in my position and the shallow breathing was only served to speed up my heart. 

Staring at my cock didn't help either. It was already hard and swollen--Clinton made sure of that before he tied me up. He's also responsible for the steel cock ring glinting at me, snug against my flesh, separating my cock and balls away from my body. I swear I could see my pulse in the vein that ran along the underside of my dick. 

The close proximity of my cock to my face was distracting me from Clinton. He had been moving around the room, collecting his supplies at the foot of bed, outside my line of sight. My asshole clenched in anticipation of what Clinton had in store for me. My ass was hungry, I had been telling Clinton for weeks, and now he was about to feed it. 

My breath hitched as Clinton ran a hand gently across my ass cheeks, rubbing and squeezing, getting me accustomed to his touch. He knew I needed that--a gentle, safe moment before things got kinky, a reminder that my pleasure and well being was at the forefront of his mind. It actually helped to calm my racing heart in a way that no deep breathing could. 

Then that same caressing hand lifted and came swinging down against my skin in a stinging slap. My cock jerked in response, straining against the steel ring. There goes my calming heartbeat. 

"Ready, Jasper?" 

"Yes, sir," my answer came out breathy, the anticipation of what was to come making me a little light headed. 

"Good, let's get started." 

Clinton's hand swung in another firm slap against my other ass cheek, my skin now tingling in a familiar burn. 

Clinton disappeared to the foot of the bed and when he returned into my line of sight, he held a bottle high above my ass. He squeezed and a thin stream of clear oil flowed out, landing directly on my perineum, then on my balls, flowing down onto my aching cock, and finally back onto my ass hole. Clinton massaged the oil into my skin, and I couldn't hold back a moan as he caressed my balls, gave my cock a couple of strokes and rubbed a single finger round and round my rosebud. 

"What a beautiful little hole you have here," Clinton said, his voice deep and strong, sending shivers up my spine. 

"Thank you, sir," I said unsteadily, distracted by his twirling finger. 

"What would you like me to do with it?" 

"Please, sir. Feed it, sir." 

"Feed it with what?" 

"Anything you'd like, sir. Everything." 

Clinton growled low in his chest. I loved that sound, it made my stomach clench in anticipation. 

Without warning he pressed his oil slickened finger into my hole. I gasped slightly at the intrusion, but my muscles quickly relaxed to give him access. His finger sank all the way in and I wiggled my ass to savor that familiar feeling of having a foreign object in my body. 

"Mm... Your ass is hungry," Clinton's voice seemed to drop even lower. "It's trying to suck my hand in." 

"Yes, sir."

"Let's give it what it wants, then." A second finger joined the first, and Clinton fucked me with them, twisting them in a circular motion then scissoring them back and forth inside my ass to open me up. 

Then a third finger as my muscles relaxed even more. I sighed and let myself melt into the soft bed underneath me. This was perfect, I was built for this--to have my ass stretched open and stuffed. My already hard cock was throbbing and I could see a small drop of precum forming right at the tip. 

Clinton suddenly pulled his fingers out and I whimpered involuntarily at the loss. He gave me a couple of hard slaps across my ass in response and I could feel the skin start to color in a burn.

He disappeared and when he came back this time, his hands were full of something shiny, something that made a clanging sound as he juggled them back and forth. I could hear my blood rushing past my ears and I tried unsuccessfully to swallow around the lump that had formed in my throat. 

Clinton held up one hand and dangling in the air were four silver balls, each two inches in diameter, attached in a row along a piece of string that ended in a silver ring. My cock jerked at the sight and another dollop of precum dripped from my piss slit on to my chest. I could feel my asshole clenching, hungry for the glistening anal beads. 

Clinton lowered his hand and dragged the lowest bead along my ass crack. I flinched at the coldness of the metal--he must have just pulled it from the fridge. I tilted my ass upwards, wanting him to shove the cold metal ball into my ass and instead received a hard slap across my cheeks. 

"Patience, Jasper," he said.

"Yes, sir," I whimpered. 

Clinton balanced that lowest ball across my perineum, dragging it around in circles, then over my balls and along my rock hard cock. As he continued to draw patterns with the metal ball, I realized it wasn't just a simple metal ball, it was weighted--and it felt heavy. Yet another dollop of precum landed on my chest at the realization. 

"Do you want these in your ass, Jasper?" Clinton asked, his voice rumbling from his chest. "In your current position, gravity should pull these balls down into your gut. They'll go so deep, you should be able to feel them in your throat. Would you like that, Jasper?" 

"Yes, sir. Please, sir." 

"Please what?" 

"Please stick the balls into my ass, sir. I want to feel them in my throat, sir." 

The smile that grew across Clinton's face made my chest constrict. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed together in anticipation of what he was about to do to my body. It wasn't a pleasant smile, and if I didn't know him so well, it would have made me panic. Instead, my heartbeat ratcheted up a notch, desiring whatever it was he had in store for me. 

Clinton dangled the sting of beads above my ass and with his other hand pressed the first shiny ball against the opening of my body. My hole clenched involuntarily against the coldness of the ball but I forced myself to relax, to open my body to the foreign object. 

Clinton pressed harder and I felt myself yielding, slowly opening and stretching until with a final pop, my sphincter snapped shut, trapping the cold steel ball inside my body. It felt like there was a giant ice cube up my ass and my stomach muscles clenched at the feeling, causing the ball to press firmly against my prostate. A small pool of precum had formed in the hollow of my chest and was growing at a rapid pace. 

Clinton was right--gravity did do wonders on the ball. I could feel it sink into my body, stretching out my channel and sucking the string in until the next ball was pulled snug against my hole, requesting entrance. 

"How does that feel, Jasper?" Clinton asked. 

"Good, sir. Great, sir. Thank you, sir." I gasped. 

"Want another?"

"Yes, please, sir." 

Clinton pushed against the second ball, this one just as cold, and slowly my ass opened to it. And just like before, right when I felt like it wasn't going to go in, my sphincter expanded another millimeter and the second ball fell in. As it sank into my channel, it pushed the first ball even deeper. I could feel the coldness traveling into my body, stretching out my rectum and pressing against my organs. 

God, these balls were giant. I only had two in and already felt overly full. I had no idea how I was going to fit two more. My cock was steadily weeping now, the flesh turgid with blood, purple and aching with the need to come. But I wouldn't come--I'm never allowed to come until Clinton said so. And Clinton looked like he had much more in store for me. 

Clinton waited until my breathing calmed before pressing the third ball against my twitching hole. 

"Number three."

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

This one met with more resistance as the first two balls sought passage deeper into my body. 

"Relax, Jasper. Let it in."

My entire focus was on my ass, willing it loosen and open to the invading ball, to no avail. So Clinton let go of the remaining balls, letting them drape down my ass crack toward my back. The change in position pulled on the balls inside my ass, and I gasped at the feeling of the cold hard metal pushing against the ring of muscle from the inside. 

Clinton reorganized himself so that one hand pressed the third ball against my asshole, while other hand began massaging my lower abdomen, shifting the balls around inside my body, making me cry out at the sensation of foreign objects rolling around inside my gut. But as he massaged, I could feel myself relaxing and opening, and suddenly the third ball popped in. 

Shallow breaths, that was all I could manage as Clinton rubbed my ass cheeks, giving me time to get used to being so filled. If I tried to breathe any deeper, it felt like my lungs met the cold steely resistance of the metal balls pushing back. I couldn't control the shivers that swept over my body. The balls were cold, but they were making me break out in sheens of sweat, every nerve was primed and on edge. 

"Ready for the last one?" 

I really wasn't sure that I was, but I was in no position to say no. 

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Clinton pressed the last ball, still steely cold against my asshole. He waited until I took one last breath, and as I breathed out, he pushed. The balls inside of me shifted and rearranged themselves until they made room for the last one to join them. 

My cock was so hard, it hurt. The puddle of precum on my chest was growing and spilling down over my neck and soaking into the sheet underneath me. The purple angry cock head was staring me straight in the face and I could see the veins running down the length of my cock pulse in time with my heart. 

The veins stood out in sharp relief, swollen and full, as if ready to burst at the slightest provocation. I wondered if someone could bleed to death from a ruptured cock vein; with the amount of blood in my cock at the moment, I wouldn't be surprised if it was possible. 

Clinton rubbed his hands across my ass cheeks, squeezing them together and pulling them apart in turn. Then he reached one hand down and gave my aching cock a couple of strokes. I was certain the thing would explode, burst all the veins and I would die right there strapped to a bed with metal balls in my ass. 

I could even feel the blood pulsing in my cock, as if ready to crest in a crashing wave. But it didn't crash. Instead, my cock got harder and I stayed right there on the precipice, unable to find release. As I cried out and bucked my hips, seeking something to ease the throbbing in my cock, somewhere in the back of my mind I was sending words of praise to that genius person who invented the cock ring. It glinted at me, taunting me, teasing me with a release that it knew I would not find anytime soon. 

Then Clinton disappeared again and I involuntarily let out a whimper at the loss of his hand on my dick. I didn't have to wait long until he reappeared, though, this time slapping a wooden paddle against his palm. The paddle was about the size of Clinton's hand, oblong shaped and dotted with holes; the solid thwack sound it made against Clinton's palm made my heart skip a beat. 

Anticipation mixed with a twinge of fear flooded my system as I realized what was next. I wasn't a huge fan of pain, but just the right amount brought me to that nirvana place where my mind emptied and my body was reduced to a mass of firing neurons. My asshole clenched around the metal balls—I knew that Clinton could and would masterfully bring me to that place. The coldness of the balls was fading, but I still shivered as my body readied itself for the pain. 

Clinton had that smile on his face again, the predatory one that suggested that he had some devious plan in mind. My stomach churned and the balls moved in response to that smile. I tried to choke back the whimper that escaped my throat and pulled at my restraints, finding a sense of security in the ropes around my wrists and ankles. 

Clinton placed the paddle gently against my flesh, rubbing it back and forth, introducing me to the texture of the instrument. I sighed at the feeling of the hard wood against my skin, closing my eyes and letting myself relax into the bed. Then without warning, he lifted the paddle and brought it down hard against my ass. I cried out as a fire ignited across my skin, raging against the coldness of the balls inside. 

"One," Clinton counted.

He raised his hand again and brought down the paddle on the other cheek. I was ready for it this time, but still cried out at the sting of the hard wood. Shifting, I gasped again as the balls moved independently inside me, massaging my organs as the paddle massaged my flesh. 

"Two."

Again and again, Clinton spanked me with the paddle, alternating first the one cheek and then the next until my entire ass burned. I couldn't help but wriggle under the attack, which only served to rearranging the balls inside my gut, pushing my organs into new positions within my body. 

I don't know how long this went on for. A couple of minutes, most likely. Clinton was counting, but I quickly tuned him out as the sensations he wrought on my body took over my senses. My ass was on fire, the heat radiating from my reddened skin throughout the rest of my body until I was about to spontaneously combust. The heat even reached the balls in my ass, heating them until they felt like coals burning my gut--shifting, burning coals that seared my insides setting me on fire from the inside out. 

I even forgot about my cock momentarily, still hard and leaking just inches from my face. My whole body was a tangle of nerves in danger of short-circuiting my brain. 

"Twenty-nine."

"Thirty."

When Clinton finally paused, my head was spinning, all rational thought had been driven from my mind. I gasped for air, trying to orient myself, pulling at my ropes to try to ground myself again. But I was given no real respite as I saw Clinton throw the paddle to the side and reach for the ring that kept the balls from getting lost inside my body. 

"Oh god..." the words escaped my mouth before I realized I had uttered them. They earned me an evil grin from Clinton. My heart raced and I bit my lip, bracing myself for what was next. 

With one hand pulling at the ring, Clinton's other hand wrapped itself around my achingly hard cock. I was certain I'd explode the minute he touched it, but the cock ring was doing its job and kept me right on the edge to suffer more of Clinton's ministrations. When I bucked my hips to get enough friction on my cock, Clinton's evil grin grew into a smile and he squeezed tightly and shook his head. 

"Jasper," he warned. 

I whimpered, not able to find a voice to respond. 

"You know what the rules are, don't you?" 

"Yes, sir." The words came out at barely a whisper, laced with desperation and need. 

"What's the rule?" 

"You control my pleasure," I sounded whiny, I knew, but I couldn't help it. All I could think of was the way Clinton's hand was slowly stroking and massaging my cock. 

"So what does that mean?" 

"No moving," I gasped as Clinton's hand twisted around the sensitive head. I fought to keep still, hands grasping at the rope and every inch of muscle strained with tension. 

"Good boy."

Then he started pulling at the balls inside and I let out a strangled cry, convinced that my body would explode into a million pieces before he was done with me. I could feel the balls pressing against the ring of muscle from the inside, seeking exit. I couldn't help but clamp down around the ball, unconsciously wanting to keep the balls inside. This only made the sensation greater and when Clinton finally tugged hard enough pull the ball from my ass, my whole body convulsed as pleasure shot from my ass over my entire being. 

I was grasping at my restraints, moaning and groaning incoherently, wanting to fuck Clinton's hand but trying my best not to. I was so close, right on that edge--I could almost taste that sweet pleasure of release. But Clinton was a master in the art of delayed gratification and squeezed my cockhead painfully whenever he sensed I got too close to cumming. 

Then he started on the next ball and the same thing. I clamped down around the ball, my body's unconscious desire to keep it inside, but Clinton kept a steady pressure until my body released and spasmed with the sensation of having something pulled from my gut. 

I was gasping for breath, all the blood in my body concentrated in that one organ Clinton held in his hand. My head was spinning, my body shot through with more sensations that my brain could process. There was no way I would survive the rest of this, I was sure I'd fall apart well before Clinton was finished with me. 

The next two balls came out quickly, one right after the other, my body convulsing almost painfully as Clinton picked up the tempo on my cock. I was right there, a fraction away from falling over the edge, then at the very last second he let go and stepped back, leaving me on the precipice, every muscle primed for release with no way to find it. 

"Ahh..." I screamed, the sound leaving my mouth without me realizing it. My asshole clenched furiously, seeking something to fill it, something to bring me that sweet release my body longed for. Instead, all I had was the rushing of my blood past my ears as the urgency to cum receded, leaving my cock no less hard and leaking. 

I was soaked with a mix of sweat and precum, the smell of it strong and heady as it wafted off my body. Every gasping breath was filled with the smell of man and sex, and my head spun knowing that the smell was coming from me. 

"Please. Please, sir," I begged, as Clinton stood there with the balls dangling from his hand and that evil, evil grin on his face. "Please." My voice broke as I came down from the high and the urgency to cum faded from a relentless need to a burning itch. 

"No," Clinton's voice was thick and low, dominating but tainted with a layer of desire. My cock jumped at the knowledge that he was as affected as I was. "I don't think so, not yet."

I swallowed, bracing myself as Clinton dropped the balls at the foot of the bed, sending the mattress bouncing from their weight. He took his time down there, moving things around while I stared up at the ceiling, stomach churning in anticipation of what would come next. 

After the heavy silver balls, my ass felt empty, like something was missing and I desperately wanted to be filled again. Clinton came to stand over me again, bending over to look me straight in the eye. I hoped he could see the need in my eyes, the desperation to find that completion that only he could offer.




Private Collection Pt. 03



"Maybe I should stop now," Clinton said, his voice just barely louder than a whisper, but powerful enough to send shivers through my body. 

"No, sir. Please, I want to cum." 

"Hm," Clinton's eyes roved over my body, contorted and strapped down to the bed. I could felt heat everywhere he eyes landed, warming my already overheated body without a single touch. 

"See, I have this new toy," Clinton said, turning something around in his hands. "But I'm not sure if you're ready for it." 

I couldn't get a good view of the clear plastic toy from my position. My addled mind scrambled to identify the object, trying to figure out what it was. 

"Do you want to see what it is?"

"Yes, sir," I begged.

"If I show it to you, then it's going into your ass. There's no saying no to this." 

My breath hitched at Clinton's promise. The toy didn't look too long, but seemed really thick. I was already stretched wide from the balls, but I wasn't sure I could be stretched any wider. This thing looked wider. But Clinton had never tried anything on me that he wasn't sure would work. I had to trust him--this was how the relationship worked. I trusted and he brought me pleasure. 

So I nodded, my breathing speeding up as I felt my ass clench, already wanting whatever it was he planned to stick in there. 

"Yes, sir. Please, give it to me." 

Clinton smiled and held up the toy. It was about four inches long, narrower at one end and flared at the other. But even the narrowest part of it was about an inch and a half in diameter. As he turned it to give me a better view, I could see it was ribbed, but that wasn't the most interesting feature. He held it so I could see down the length and notice the hole that ran through the middle of the toy from one end to the other. Clinton stuck some fingers into the hole and wiggled them. 

"It's called a tunnel," he explained. "It'll hold your asshole open for... Well, for whatever else I feel like putting in there. It'll give me a good view, too. I've been dying to see what your insides look like." 

I swallowed thickly as I finally understood what the toy was meant to do to my ass. My body was trembling uncontrollably, impatient for Clinton to shove that thing inside. 

Clinton reached a hand out and brushed the damp hair off my forehead, calming the shudders that raced through my body. He caressed my cheek and I turned my face into his palm, appreciating the comfort he offered even as he threatened to pry my ass wide open.

His thumb brushed over my lips and I automatically opened for it, sucking his thumb in to lathe with my tongue. Then he dragged his hand down my neck, fingers leaving tingling trails as they found my nipple and pinched. I gasped at the pain, but my cock jumped at the stimulation. 

Clinton soothed the pain with the palm of his hand before moving to the other nipple and pinching hard. "Ahh," I cried out as he alternated back and forth, pinching then soothing first one nipple and then the other. 

My chest was on fire now, my nipple so sensitive and each pinch sending shockwaves all the way to the ends of my limbs. My cock, which had calmed down a bit during our little intermission, was raging again. 

"Please, sir," I begged, squeezing my eyes tight against the onslaught on my nipples. 

"Please what, Jasper?" 

"Please give me the toy. I want the toy." 

"What do you want me to do with it?" Clinton's voice demanded, growling low in his chest.

"Shove it in my ass, sir!" I nearly screamed, stomach clenching painfully with the need to be filled. 

Clinton's hand left my nipples, leaving me heaving, body on fire and asshole tingling for the coming invasion. 

"Well, since you asked so nicely."

Clinton drizzled some more oil over the toy, greasing it up before adding more oil to my trembling asshole. He ran the toy up and down the cleft of my ass, letting me feel the stiffness of the plastic. I could feel the width of the thing and I couldn't help bucking against the toy to get it closer to the entrance of my body. 

When he had the toy positioned against my hole, the narrow end resting against my quivering flesh, Clinton looked up at me. With hooded eyes and a gruff voice, he said, "Breathe, push out."

I did as he said, and he pushed the toy in. I felt my body stretching to accommodate the invading object, but I could feel that it wasn't going in. The tip slipped in a fraction of an inch and Clinton held it there even as my ass tried to force it back out. Another breath, another push and another fraction of an inch. 

Clinton pressed and rotated the toy, patiently working it into my ass as I did my best to breathe and let it in. I felt myself stretching wider and wider, the fire in my ass burning up again, a new layer of sweat breaking out over my skin. The toy was going in, I could feel it. But it was only staying in because Clinton held it there. My stomach was starting to seize with the effort of shoving the giant tunnel into my ass. 

"Sir, please," I begged, not really wanting him to take it out, but afraid of the rest of it going in. My heart was pounding, every muscle in my body strained and tensed, all focused on the invasion of my ass. 

"Almost there, Jasper." Clinton's voice was rough, affected as he continued to work the tunnel into my hole. His other hand ran up and down my thighs and ass cheeks, massaging the muscles and at the same time fanning the flames that burned there. "Almost there."

Then with one last shove, my ass gave way and toy slid into position. I was stretched wide, almost too wide. Any slight movement on my part sent a flare of pain to my destroyed hole. But I didn't feel full, I felt open. And as Clinton leaned over my ass, I jumped as I felt his breath blowing into my body, the air moving against the inside of my ass. 

"Mm... Beautiful," Clinton murmured, almost more to himself than to me. "Your so pink inside, Jasper. Pink and wrinkly. It's beautiful." 

The warmth of his breath tickled the inside of my ass. I was open, the realization dawned on me, open and vulnerable to whatever Clinton wanted to throw inside my body. There was no longer the protection of that ring of muscle, keeping my insides inside. I was open, easily accessible to the outside world. 

I was taking short rapid breaths now, overwhelmed by the knowledge of how much more vulnerable I was now. I couldn't help but clench my ass, my body's involuntary attempts at closing up the gaping hole, propped open by the plastic toy. My cock was painfully hard again, a steady stream of precum leaking out of the tip that looked like it was about to erupt. I felt like I was about to explode, simply from imaging what I looked like strapped to the bed with my ass held open for the world to see. 

I was so close, so close to cumming without any stimulation to my cock. I wanted it, that one last push to make me fall over the edge into orgasmic bliss. I was so close, my eyes squeezed shut as I stood right on the precipice. 

Then I felt Clinton's warm, slick hand on my balls. For a split second, it felt so good, the heat of another's flesh against my own--until his hand closed around my balls and squeezed hard. The pain shot through my body, every thought and feeling wiped out and replaced by the dizzying pain from my balls. I even forgot about the giant tunnel in my ass. And yet, my cock was harder than ever, spurting new globs of precum onto my chest. 

"You like a little pain, don't you, Jasper?" 

I couldn't answer, my voice lost, my head swimming, my whole body tensed and centered around the grip he had on my balls. 

"No cumming, yet," Clinton said, giving my balls another quick squeeze. He wrung a whimpered cry from my throat, which broke into a series of sobs. 

We had explored ball bashing once in the past. It was fucking painful, there's no denying that. But I had also had one of my most intense orgasms in my life. It was almost too intense. It took me almost two weeks to fully recover from that experience. And now we were going to do it again. 

Excitement and fear gripped me, making me strain and pull against the ropes holding me down. My heart was pounding, sweating pouring off my body, barely able to breathe, certainly unable to think. Clinton gave my balls one last squeeze, one last jolt of pain before he let go and disappeared to the foot of the bed. The sensation lingered, the pain taking its time to ease. 

When he came back, he held something in his hand, but I couldn't see what it was. I was quivering as he leaned over my open ass, breathing hot air into my guts. Then I felt it, something inside me, touching, rubbing up and down deep inside my channel. I felt nothing else but a tiny rubbing feeling deep inside, almost tickling my insides. 

Then I screamed as whatever was inside my ass started vibrating, sensations spreading from some place deep inside of me. Nothing else touched me except that vibrating spot, sending waves of pleasure out to the far reaches of my body. I bucked against my restraints, my cock on the verge of erupting, bouncing painfully against my body as I thrashed around. 

"Stay still, Jasper," Clinton's voice was firm and in control. My subconscious immediately obeyed the order. I forced myself to stop moving but I was still breathing hard, all muscles tensed against the need to fuck myself on whatever was vibrating inside me. "You move around too much, and I'll lose this inside of you. We wouldn't want that would we?" 

I whimpered at the thought that I was open enough that things could get lost in there. Clinton rubbed a comforting hand along my thighs, gently squeezing my swollen, sensitive ass. But that thing was still vibrating inside of me, slowly moving up and down my channel and around and around in circles. 

I bit my lip, holding back sobs as my body shook with the need to cum. Strange sounds escaped from my throat, sounds of desperation and anguish. One slightest touch on my cock, that was all I needed, just one touch and I would explode into a million pieces all over myself. 

"You like that, Jasper?" Clinton asked, voice thick with desire. "Does that feel good?" 

My only response was a strangled sound, half moan, half whine.

"Do you want to cum, Jasper? Do you want me to make you cum?"

Another strangled sound that broke into a sob as my body was wracked with punishing waves of pleasure. 

"What's that?" 

I tried to answer, tried to open my mouth and force the words out, but they wouldn't materialize. 

"What do you want, Jasper?"

As he said those words, Clinton's other hand grabbed my balls and squeezed hard. So hard that a scream erupted out of my throat as the mix of intense pleasure and intense pain overwhelmed my body. 

"Please, please, sir. I want to cum, sir. Please let me cum, sir. I need to cum. Please make me cum," I started babbling incoherently, begging for release, begging for the torture to end. 

The vibrator in my ass never stopped moving, drawing patterns of ecstasy up and down my channel. Meanwhile, Clinton let go of my balls and brought the flat of his hand down hard against the swollen, tender sacs. The burst of pain made me jump and buck against the vibrator, despite my best attempts to hold still. Clinton's warning about dropping things into my ass lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, even as my mind was quickly disintegrating under his onslaught. 

His hand came down again and again in rapid succession, pain exploding over and over, mixing with the pleasure and reducing my body to a mass of short-circuiting nerves. Off in the distance I heard someone screaming, a raw, primal sound that shook me to the core of my being. It took me a split second to realize that sound was coming from me. I was screaming from the white electric pleasure in my ass and from the red blaze of pain on my balls. 

It was all too much, and I came. My mind melted and my body fell apart and all I knew was the explosion of sensation over every inch of my flesh. It was no longer pleasure or pain, but some wicked concoction of both, a pure unadulterated sensation more potent than any drug on the face of the earth. I came and I came and I came, one explosion triggering the next like I had some storehouse of ammunition inside my body that was all igniting at once. 

Who knows how long that went on for--it felt like forever. My mind cleared of all conscious and unconscious thought, simply a blank slate focused on the sensation Clinton so skillfully wrought on my body. I floated there, suspended in ecstasy, in absolutely no hurry to come down. 

But come down I did and the second that the haze of pleasure began to clear, I screamed again. Clinton's hands were still on me. The vibrator was gone, but he had one hand on my balls, not hitting but massaging a little to hard for comfort. His other hand was on my cock, stroking steadily, milking whatever seed I still had left. 

But I was too sensitive for this. The torture he put me through left my organs swollen and tender and the continued ministration were too painful for my sensitive flesh to bear. 

"No, sir, please. It's too much," I babbled, the begging tumbling out of my mouth. "I can't, it's too much. Please stop, sir. Please." 

Clinton gave me his evil grin, but didn't let go of my cock or balls. He continued stoking me, keeping me hard even as my body fought against his touch. Sobs broke out of my throat and tears escaped my tightly shut eyes as I tried to breath. The pain was no longer tempered by pleasure and my mind was clear enough to register every excruciating stroke. 

Tears streamed down past my temple and into my hair but Clinton never let up his insistent stroking on my raw and abused cock. It felt like he was going to rub the skin right off and all that blood still flooding the organ would burst from the swollen veins. He had no mercy even as I begged for him to stop. 

Until suddenly, unexpectedly, another explosion from my cock rippling out over my skin, not as powerful and all consuming as the previous orgasm, but electrifying all the same. Pleasure wrung out of an overused organ that was almost too painful to really feel good. It left me floating high and dazed, my nerves dancing as sparks of pleasure lingered across my skin. My body spasming randomly as the last of the pleasure worked its way through my system. I was truly fried and spent. 

I was vaguely aware of Clinton untying my arms and legs. An aching pain jolted me as he unfolded my legs from above my head, my back protesting the folded position I had been in all evening. Clinton's hands felt warm and safe as they massaged my body, working all the aches out of all the right places. 

Sometime later, I came around to find Clinton sitting in the arm chair next to the bed, reading something on his iPad. I slowly pushed myself up off the bed and stood on shaky feet. 

"You okay?" Clinton asked, his voice normal now, no longer deep and commanding. 

"I think so," I nodded. 

Clinton smiled that evil smile that said he knew exactly how I felt. I returned his look with a smirk. Gingerly, I made my way to the bathroom and gasped when I saw myself in the mirror. 

Clinton hadn't done anything to clean me up and I was cover in cum. Dried and crusty, it covered my abs, chest, shoulders and all over my face. I could feel it tight across the skin of my cheeks. My hair was matted to my head, soaked in dried sweat. I looked like a disaster. 

Turning around, I checked out my ass, still tinged with red. I reached back to pull my ass cheeks apart and there was my hole - toys gone and flesh still swollen from the abuse it had taken. As exhausted as I was, I couldn't help the slight churning in my stomach at the sight of myself. 

"No touching. Get in the shower," Clinton's voice floated through the bathroom door. It was just deep enough to make my heart flutter in submission. How did he always know? 

"Yes, sir," I called back as I turned the water to scorching hot.