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Two Doms and a toy
Sep. 23rd, 2024 02:20 pmI was contacted by a Dom, (M—), I’ve played with before. He had a personal milestone coming up and he wanted to celebrate with another Dom he knows, and wanted me to be the plaything.
I arrived at the M—’s local bar as requested, in the outfit he specified: tight sleeveless undershirt, solid color jock, tight pants, leather boots. With my leather cap and leather jacket, I looked like someone out for a kinky good time. Shortly after, the other Dom, (S—) arrived and we had beers to congratulate M—’s milestone. While I had met S— before, we had never played. We reviewed boundaries and ground rules… and then headed back to M—’s.
Once in the door, the scene started immediately. I was told to strip to my jock, and get in the bathtub. M— came over, pulled out his dick, and began to mark me with his piss. Clearly he’d been drinking a lot of water before we got to the bar: The flow seemed well more than one beer’s worth. Then S— opened his pants, and joined in. They made sure to coat my chest, and soak my jock. I’d gotten hard in the jock, but when I started to play with myself, S— barked at me: “Hands off!”. Still in the tub, they demanded oral. S— directed me to his balls, which I learned is what he really liked sucked and licked, much more than his dick. They would get a ton of attention throughout the night.
Eventually I was told go to the livingroom. The floor was covered in a black waterproof sheet, and in the middle was a workout bench. The sofa was also covered in a similar sheet. Clearly, M— was ready for me to be dripping from the watersports.
I got on the bench on all fours, and started to give oral service to M—. Soon S— was demanding some attention and I flipped around to him. Back and forth I went. While I was on M—’s dick, S— liked to sit back on the couch and watch. While S—’s balls were the focus of my attention, M— liked to play with my hole.
After a bit, S— asked M— if I serviced feet. M— answered with: “Pig! On the floor and get to work!”. Obediently I set to work. S— really liked this, and I was put to work for a long time on each foot. S— remarked he loved the slurping sounds I was making while doing this. Eventually, M— wanted a turn, and I flipped around to do his feet. I was on all fours on the floor, and S— took the opportunity to put his feet up on my back and relax.
When M— had had his fill, he told me to get on the bench on my back. He began to feed a set of anal beads into me. He worked them in and out one by one, it getting easier and easier for me to take them. I ended up taking the whole 16” long chain, which went well pass my second hole. Once he was done with that, M— spent some time fucking me while S—, watching, was idly working his fingers into my throat.
S— then asked if the large dildo on the table was in play. M— said yes, and now it was S—’s turn to play with my ass. He worked the dildo in slowly at first, getting me to open and take the 6.7” girth of the head. Then he pumped slowly to get me past the large 7.5” bulge just further down. Once my hole had gotten past that, now held open by the 7” around shaft, he began to really work it. The combination of being held open at that girth, and the fucking motion, had me totally feral. I was making a lot of noise. M— and S— both commented how much they liked the different sounds I made.
During the whole scene, M— and S— talked only with each other, talking about me in the 3rd person. I was rarely addressed, and then only with commands. Even the occasional “that’s good”, was addressed to each other, talking about their toy, not directly praising it.
M— got the idea that it was time for more watersports… So into the tub I was sent. This time they wanted to see how much I could drink. Aiming for my mouth, they were really excited to see me fill up, swallow what I could, and spill the rest over myself. S—’s piss was clear and light. M—’s was slightly sweet. Amazingly, round two lasted as long as the first, and I was once again covered, marked, and jock soaked.
Now they were both very ready to fuck. Back on the bench, on all fours, M— entered me. He would fuck for a bit, then have me suck him off, back and forth. At some point when M—’s dick was in my mouth, S— asked if he could “get in that hole for a bit”. M— welcomed him to it. S— entered me, and began what was to be a very long fuck. First slow and exploring, he moved onto very long strokes, coming almost all the way out before re-entering, going ball’s deep. Never ramming, S— used a smooth sliding motion, like the drive rod on a steam locomotive. He sped up as he got into it, but always smooth, never a pound. The whole time he was narrating to M— how my hole felt, how much he liked it, and that he was really happy to finally get to use it.
At this point, we were well over two hours into the scene. We had lost track of time. The door bell rang! M— had pre-ordered dinner for us, and it had arrived. S— was still in me, and had to quickly pull out. I stepped into the bathroom, my jock still soaked in piss, as M— hastily pulled on clothes to accept the food.
Food set aside, clothes were shucked again and the three of us collapsed in a pile on the couch, me sandwiched between them. We all came down together, and they gave me lots of cuddles. Eventually I regained my ability to speak and we discussed the scene a bit. Sure, neither M— nor S— really got to finish, but that only meant we had an excuse to play together again soon. Hunger overcame us and we went into the kitchen to eat.
I arrived at the M—’s local bar as requested, in the outfit he specified: tight sleeveless undershirt, solid color jock, tight pants, leather boots. With my leather cap and leather jacket, I looked like someone out for a kinky good time. Shortly after, the other Dom, (S—) arrived and we had beers to congratulate M—’s milestone. While I had met S— before, we had never played. We reviewed boundaries and ground rules… and then headed back to M—’s.
Once in the door, the scene started immediately. I was told to strip to my jock, and get in the bathtub. M— came over, pulled out his dick, and began to mark me with his piss. Clearly he’d been drinking a lot of water before we got to the bar: The flow seemed well more than one beer’s worth. Then S— opened his pants, and joined in. They made sure to coat my chest, and soak my jock. I’d gotten hard in the jock, but when I started to play with myself, S— barked at me: “Hands off!”. Still in the tub, they demanded oral. S— directed me to his balls, which I learned is what he really liked sucked and licked, much more than his dick. They would get a ton of attention throughout the night.
Eventually I was told go to the livingroom. The floor was covered in a black waterproof sheet, and in the middle was a workout bench. The sofa was also covered in a similar sheet. Clearly, M— was ready for me to be dripping from the watersports.
I got on the bench on all fours, and started to give oral service to M—. Soon S— was demanding some attention and I flipped around to him. Back and forth I went. While I was on M—’s dick, S— liked to sit back on the couch and watch. While S—’s balls were the focus of my attention, M— liked to play with my hole.
After a bit, S— asked M— if I serviced feet. M— answered with: “Pig! On the floor and get to work!”. Obediently I set to work. S— really liked this, and I was put to work for a long time on each foot. S— remarked he loved the slurping sounds I was making while doing this. Eventually, M— wanted a turn, and I flipped around to do his feet. I was on all fours on the floor, and S— took the opportunity to put his feet up on my back and relax.
When M— had had his fill, he told me to get on the bench on my back. He began to feed a set of anal beads into me. He worked them in and out one by one, it getting easier and easier for me to take them. I ended up taking the whole 16” long chain, which went well pass my second hole. Once he was done with that, M— spent some time fucking me while S—, watching, was idly working his fingers into my throat.
S— then asked if the large dildo on the table was in play. M— said yes, and now it was S—’s turn to play with my ass. He worked the dildo in slowly at first, getting me to open and take the 6.7” girth of the head. Then he pumped slowly to get me past the large 7.5” bulge just further down. Once my hole had gotten past that, now held open by the 7” around shaft, he began to really work it. The combination of being held open at that girth, and the fucking motion, had me totally feral. I was making a lot of noise. M— and S— both commented how much they liked the different sounds I made.
During the whole scene, M— and S— talked only with each other, talking about me in the 3rd person. I was rarely addressed, and then only with commands. Even the occasional “that’s good”, was addressed to each other, talking about their toy, not directly praising it.
M— got the idea that it was time for more watersports… So into the tub I was sent. This time they wanted to see how much I could drink. Aiming for my mouth, they were really excited to see me fill up, swallow what I could, and spill the rest over myself. S—’s piss was clear and light. M—’s was slightly sweet. Amazingly, round two lasted as long as the first, and I was once again covered, marked, and jock soaked.
Now they were both very ready to fuck. Back on the bench, on all fours, M— entered me. He would fuck for a bit, then have me suck him off, back and forth. At some point when M—’s dick was in my mouth, S— asked if he could “get in that hole for a bit”. M— welcomed him to it. S— entered me, and began what was to be a very long fuck. First slow and exploring, he moved onto very long strokes, coming almost all the way out before re-entering, going ball’s deep. Never ramming, S— used a smooth sliding motion, like the drive rod on a steam locomotive. He sped up as he got into it, but always smooth, never a pound. The whole time he was narrating to M— how my hole felt, how much he liked it, and that he was really happy to finally get to use it.
At this point, we were well over two hours into the scene. We had lost track of time. The door bell rang! M— had pre-ordered dinner for us, and it had arrived. S— was still in me, and had to quickly pull out. I stepped into the bathroom, my jock still soaked in piss, as M— hastily pulled on clothes to accept the food.
Food set aside, clothes were shucked again and the three of us collapsed in a pile on the couch, me sandwiched between them. We all came down together, and they gave me lots of cuddles. Eventually I regained my ability to speak and we discussed the scene a bit. Sure, neither M— nor S— really got to finish, but that only meant we had an excuse to play together again soon. Hunger overcame us and we went into the kitchen to eat.
