****** My New Year's Eve by phillyfreak@juno.com ******
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My New Year's Eve


It was New Year's Eve, I wasn't up for any parties, and a new friend who I was
supposed to see that night had to postpone me till tomorrow. I was horny and
lonely.

I live in a small apartment building with a separate basement full of basement
stuff: people's old stuff, a set of weights, painting supplies, plumbing
things. It's also filthy, and cold -- nobody's been down there for years, it
seems except the landlord once in awhile, and me when the electric goes off.
And I have the only key.

So I took all my toys and went for a visit.

My particular preference is to be physically abused and humiliated by a slim,
young black guy. Sometimes I do it with women, too, but they're not as creative
or as forceful in my experience. I don't like to feel I'm acting out a fantasy
(at least while it's going on), I like to think it's real.

First I imagined that I had really pissed off this young guy by coming on to
him when he wasn't the type. He was angry, and said if I wanted to be naked
with a man, he'd make me regret it. He made me strip down in the cold basement,
then tied by balls and dick into contortions with a couple of old dog chains.
The rest of the chains (I have quite a few) he used to put a collar on my neck,
tied my hands, and a real heavy one on my ankles, enough to make me move slow
but still be able to spread my legs. For good measure, he stuck a big black
dildo I have into my ass, tied a 20-pound weight that was lying on the floor to
the end of one of the chains around my balls, and made me crawl, with my tied
dick and balls firmly pressed on the cold, filthy basement floor, back and
forth ten times to show him my obedience. I have a couple of those old metal
hangers with clips on them. They got clipped to my tits. Some brand new tight
wooden clothespins were down there; he put six of them on the soft skin under
my balls, three more on my stretched balls, and three on the head of my cock.

I'm 42, not in great shape but not a dog either, with lots of hair. He was
particularly offended that somebody twice his age without his muscles and tone
might think a muscular, slim athletic type like him would want to get it on. He
couldn't stop talking about what a faggot I was, a toilet, an old piece of male
pussy. He couldn't stop laughing at me. When I showed no resistance to anything
he came up with, he started telling me every time I gasped or reacted that he
only was doing these things because he loved me. "Don't you see how much I love
you?"

He found a pair of briefs I usually sleep in - which I piss in rather than
having to get up to go to the bathroom. He pissed on them again so they'd be
warm and even more funky. Then he slapped me in the face and cock a few times
with them. He was a beer drinker and was a little high, and full of hot piss.
He pissed in my enema bag and shoved the tube up my ass, pumping all the way.

In a few minutes I dumped it all out into a crusty old empty paint can that had
been down there for god knows how long, then made me pick out the floating
pieces of hot shit and eat a few. He ripped off the soggy piss-soaked smelly
briefs and put them in the can. Since he figured I must be thirsty after my
meal, he made me drink most of the rest of it. While I was doing that, he took
my tube of Ben-Gay and rubbed it in, between my legs, on my balls and cock, in
and around my asshole. Then he took out the briefs and tied them tightly over
my head. I couldn't see and I could barely breathe, with all the piss and shit
on the briefs. He told me he wanted them to be a gag --- so I had to chew on
them until they came loose from my head and I had drawn the whole thing into my
mouth. It took a long time -- he'd put them on my head very tight. Eventually
he got tired of waiting and made me crawl -- with the briefs still blinding me
-- and dragged me by the weight tied to my balls to a big black pipe close to
the wall. He made me stand up -- I keeled over a few times trying -- and then
chained my wrists to the pipe so I was almost in a full standing position. The
whole time he kept telling me to keep chewing until I got the briefs loose and
the whole thing in my mouth. Then he pulled the dildo out, and stuck his own
(fortunately not real large) dick up my ass and pumped and pumped and pumped.

Eventually I got the briefs into my mouth. It was no longer cold. Every once in
awhile while he pumped my ass he reminded me: "Don't you see how much I love
you?"

Then he pulled out, and unchained me from the pipe. I was exhausted, and it
wasn't much fun anymore. Because of the enema my ass was pretty funky, and now
so was his dick. He took out the gag and wiped off my face with it, then tied
it back over my head, with the slit where my mouth was. He put the dildo back
in and made me sit on it -- no easy task with me not being able to get my
balance and all the chains and all. He helped me -- it felt so good to have a
young man's rough hands on my body.

I sat on the dildo -- it hurt like hell, because while he wasn't large he'd
fucked me hard. He had to piss again so he did it in my face, telling me to
keep my mouth open so he could aim, and it was my Christmas present after all.
It was hard to keep my mouth open and keep swallowing like he told me to.

Then he fucked my mouth. It seemed a lot bigger in my mouth than it had been
before. When he came he told me not to swallow, but to leave my tongue hanging
out so it could all collect there.

"See, I told you I loved you." Then he left me there.

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