Soaring aka how royd got his first fist
1
He had just been slammed with a dose larger than he had done before. His head spun and it was wonderful and scary all at the same time. He needed, no craved the contact, feel of a hot man’s body, no make that two men’s bodies.
They stood him up and walked him to the sling. They were purposeful and knew exactly what they wanted him to do. He was laid across the sling with his head and feet dangling and slightly off the ground. A set of earplugs were inserted and a hood with a mouth opening quickly set in place. If he closed his eyes, gently swinging it felt like he was floating or was it falling, he could not tell. The feeling was both scary and astonishing.
Through the mesh of the sling, vacuum tubes were placed on his nipples and then he could feel the beginning of what he knew would be their relentless suction. A tube was slipped over his flaccid cock, and again the exquisite pull of the vacuum began. He could feel the blood flowing into his nipples and cock, engorging them…enlarging them. Finally, his ass cheeks were separated, and he felt a set of lips and tongue probing, pushing deeply into his willing sphincter. Then the probing stopped replaced by something hard and slippery. The entire sphincter was covered by a round ring. Then he knew what it was, another vacuum tube. The pull on his ass lips increased and he felt them being drawn into the tube, relentlessly. His mind raced and all he could do was focus on the floating and the constant pressure moving from his cock to his nipples to his ass.
Was his mind playing tricks on him, or was the increasing pressure being cycled between these points. Was the pressure, that incessant pressure moving up and then down his body? Or were these two men playing mind games with him? They were certainly there capable of that and he trusted them, a trust that would allow him to be pushed to the edge of the chasm then over it. But, where were they? He could only sense their presence, off in the distance, plotting, planning. Or were they playing without him or with him?
Someone took his head in their hands and whispered into his ear…“Breath deeply in preparation for the ride of your life.” And with that, a wide mouth bottle of poppers was lifted and covered his mouth. He breathed deeply and he relaxed. He tried to speak, to call out to them, to let them know he as falling/flying. A set of fingers gently opened his mouth and a ball gag was introduced. A voice in his ear told him not to resist but to enjoy, he was talking too much.
There was gentle touching along his back and sides. Was it one, two, three, or four hands, he could not tell. The pressure increased and he could feel his body being messaged…gently then forcefully. He relaxed and was deeper into his dream of floating and soaring, he was flying, and it was wonderful.
At some point, he could not tell how much time had passed, the ball gag was removed. It was replaced by a soft cock with a PA. The PA was about an inch in diameter and thick, and he greedily sucked on it, taking the PA and the cock to its root. The smell and feel of the cock was wonderful. With slow realization, he knew who he was sucking off…that man in the leather chaps and harness, the one whose sweat tasted like a man in heat, gritty, pungent, sweet, and his head began to spin.
The cock grew larger in his mouth, swelling slowly, filling his mouth and throat. The ring was moving deeper into his throat, and his nose was buried in the man’s smooth hairless crotch. He did not know how long he sucked on that magnificent piece of meat, but he did not care. Hands massaged his back and sides, and all the time the pressure on his nips, cock, and ass increased.
Slowly the cock was withdrawn, and he felt empty and wanting. The pressure on his rosebud was released with a whistle or more like a slurp, and the tube removed. A set of moist lips and tongue replaced the tube. The lips made love to his rosebud, sucking, kissing, licking it, the tongue pushing deeper into his ass, opening him up to the possibilities. The mouth took in his entire swollen rosebud in one swallow, and sucked on it. The tongue probed deeply and it felt wonderful, glorious.
The lips were removed and a cool liquid / gel were pushed into his open ass. A cock was inserted, semi-rigid with a PA or was it a bar with two balls on it, he could only feel the cock and PA slide across his prostate and deep into his ass. The cock worked its way deeper and deeper, slowly penetrating his very being, pushing deeper and deeper into him until he was finally and fully impaled on it. He could feel the crotch hair gently brushing his ass at the bottom of the stroke. Then the cock was slowly removed until just its head remained in his ass.
As if by a sign, the second cock was reintroduced back into his mouth, but just the tip of it. Here he was floating free ever so slightly impaled, mouth and ass on two ever-hardening cocks sporting PAs. Then he realized their plan, the method to this arrangement.
He reached out, grabbed the ass cheeks of the man in front of him, and pulled himself forward. He took about half the cock down his throat and then gently pushed away, impaling himself on the cock and PA behind him. Four hands gently then roughly started to push him back on forth, back and forth, driving him deeper and deeper onto the ever growing and stiffening members.
He could feel the cock and PA driving into his ass, raking his prostate, feeling the movement, the pleasure with each ride down and then up that wondrous tool. The cock and PA in his mouth and throat at first made him gag, but then he caught the rhythm and his breathing became as one with the thrusts. He looked forward to taking that magnificent tool down his throat to the root, to the nest of that man-scent that made his head spin. He was flying…soaring.
How long did it go on? He could feel nothing but the growing pleasure and feeling that his soaring was finally contained, held in place by these two men, men who wanted him to feel nothing but this moment of pleasure and belonging. Imperceptibly at first, but then he realized that the arc of his swing was becoming shorter and he was being impaled front then back, for longer periods of time and deeper.
Then the swinging abruptly stopped, and he hung there wanting to know what he had done wrong, why the pleasure had stopped. And the two men moved to his head and took it in their hands. One said, “Are you ready for the finale? Are you ready for the climax?”
And he said, no, he wanted the ride to go on forever. One of the men said he understood, but regardless, the ride with going to end with a big climax for the three of them. Then he understood, the ride he had been taking was not only for him alone, but also for the three of them. To push their limits of trust, pleasure, pain, and understanding, of deep seeded needs and desires of men that required, no craved the company of like minded men.
The wide-mouth bottle of poppers reappeared, and he took a large hit. His head spun and then calmed, and his body relaxed. The nipple and cock tubes were removed and he was again impaled on the tips of two cocks with the PAs. He grabbed the man’s ass and slowing took that engorged cock to its root, while the man behind him slowly pushed deeply into his ass. Then the sling began to swing…back and forth, back and forth, but the cocks only pushed deeper into his ass and mouth, never withdrawing. He was at home, suspended between the two poles of lust/desire and happiness/joy.
The swinging became frenetic, hurried, then frenzied. He could feel the cock in his ass pulsing and straining, slamming against his asshole, wanting to go deeper, wanting to own it for its own purposes. The cock in his mouth was down his throat, pushing deeper, gagging him, unrelenting.
Then it happened, as if in cue, the man in front grabbed his nipples and squeezed hard. Hard enough to make him cry out and suck deeply inward, he could feel the PA sliding down his throat, deeply into his being. At the same time, the man in his ass reached for his cock and balls. They were rigid and straining for release and the man squeezed hard, very hard. Hard enough force him to clamp down hard with his sphincter, compressing and squeezing tightly the cock in his ass.
Then it happened, instantaneously the electric jolt surged through the three bodies. They all felt it coursing through their cocks to their toes and up to their brains. Then the three shuttered and shuttered again, and the torrents of jizz flowed. Each came at least three, maybe four times. Over and over again, with mind deadening, mind awakening speed and volume. Ancient words, primal screams emanated from two of the men.
He felt his ass and throat filling to overflowing with that smooth sticky cum. He felt his cock swell past hard, past painful, and he came again and again and again. Jerking violently with each release, until he jerked and there was nothing left.
The three men felt light-headed, woozy, euphoric, not wanting the waves of pleasure to stop, not wanting to let go of each other. The two men standing fell over the man in the sling, trying to catch the air that had been evacuated from their lungs with their cries. And they laid there for a long time, savoring this moment of time.
At some point, the two men helped the third out of the sling and onto the bed. They lay in each other’s arms, in a heap, face to face. They kissed and hugged, enjoying the skin contact and each other’s company, luxuriating in their self-created glow, knowing that something very special had occurred among them. A blanket was produced and the three of them slowly fell to sleep without any space or distance between them, in each other’s arms, floating…soaring.
2
The day turned into night and the weather turned cold and snowy. So much snow had fallen that the three men were housebound, waiting for the storm to end and the roads to be cleared. The three of them had spoken at length about meeting and playing hard together, very hard.
And that they did, dressed in full leather, slamming larger than normal doses then they worked hard at meeting/exceeding each other’s desires/needs/cravings. After what seemed like 8 hours of intense play, they fell into a heap on the bed. They needed some down time and hydration from the long session. Soon a blanket appeared and they all got under it. Spooning in a tight ball, he felt the heat of the man in front and in back of him. They fell asleep or more like a blissful haze, warm body pressed against warm body. Each slight move was felt by the other two as a slight electric current, connecting them to each other.
He slowly became aware of his surroundings, as if the haze was slowly parting. The man behind him had his arms wrapped around him working his nipples...slowing rubbing, stroking, pinching, teasing them. He was definitely a “nip man” and this felt wonderful and what he was feeling was causing his cock to swell.
He had a flash of awareness, when he recognized that the man in front of him was sucking on his swelling cock with a slow, sensual, determined rhythm. Then he shurdded slightly in anticipation, realizing that the man behind him was not only working his nipples, but the man’s cock was also swelling and was pushing into his ass.
He breathed deeply and found that there was a scent, a powerful and compelling scent. He realized that he was looking directly at a swelling cock, just inches from his own mouth. And he opened his mouth and took it in to its base, finding his nose buried in a pungent, hairless crotch between the man’s legs. And the three men revealed in the closeness and intimacy of the moment.
He had always marveled at the way some men had their nipples directly connected to their cocks. He was even more astounded that under the right conditions, just the twist or pinch of a nipple, and a man could cum. He always assumed that he was “wired” that way.
After a long time, he tried to rise, but he was pushed gently down and back on the bed. The two men stared down at him, sharing a quick knowing glance and then a fleeting smile. He knew he was going to be in for a memorable trip.
On his back, four restraints appeared from the corners of the bed. He was quickly and efficiently tied in a spread eagle position, completely exposed, vulnerable. One man was alongside him, kissing him deeply, gently and then roughly playing with his cock, balls, nipples, and skin. Nipple vacuum tubes were attached to his nipples, and pressure was applied. His nips were pulled into the tubes with an urgency that got him hard.
After a while, the pulling became slightly painful…erotic. The tubes were removed and a pair of locking forceps was applied to his engorged nips, with enough force to make him wince. There was gentle outward pulling of the first forceps, dental floss was produced and wrapped tightly around the nipple. The second nipple had the same treatment done in short order. Then a set of nipple clamps on a chain appeared, and were proceeded fasten behind the bindings on his nips. He writhed in both pain and pleasure.
While his attention was diverted, the second man positioned himself between the legs of the restrained man. He felt the man spreading his legs apart and slowly, steadily massage his willing ass, which never quite opened wide enough to accepting the offered hand.
The man working his nips looked deeply into his eyes and smiled. He leaned over and whispered into his ear, “You want to try shot gunning buddy breathing a hit of poppers?” He looked back with a confused look, and the man continued to speak in a low voice. “Take a large hit of poppers, and hold it for a count of 10. Then slowly exhale. I’m going to do the same, and when you exhale, I’m going to kiss you deeply, sealing my lips to yours. I may even hold your nose, so we can re-breath the poppers between us. Just breathe normally and relax.“
The man raised his head up so he could see the face of the man between his legs, and that man was smiling back at him. The chain from the nipple clamps was placed in his mouth, so when he put his head back, the taut chain pulled roughly on his nips. But the pain became pleasure.
He did as he was told and took a large hit of poppers, held it and slowly exhaled. Then the man above him took a hit and lock lips, holding his hose. The pushed the poppers back and forth between them, once…twice…three times, then he lost count. It felt like the two of them became one. Then he felt it, the muscles at the first sphincter, the rosebud, relaxed and he felt a hand slowing being pushed, no sucked his ass. Deeper and deeper, and he dropped his head back on to the bed. He winced from the jolt of pain and again exhaled. The hand had moved deeper and was against his against second sphincter.
He let go of the chain, and a pair of hands, warm hands pressed on his engorged nipples, the pain no pleasure was more than he could endure…and the sea parted, the gate opened and the hand was deep within him. The three men just laid there, sensing that the bound man had reached a new threshold of experience, and they all revealed in it.
He didn’t know how long it lasted but his arms and legs were released from the ropes. When he opened his eyes, a man was hovering over him, looking deeply into his eyes. But the man was looking beyond him, at the ceiling where a mirror hung. And then he realized that he had seen the whole thing happening to him. Knowingly he smiled.
The man leaning over him kissed and sucked his lips, cheeks, forehead, and the huge thick ring in his nose. He responded by raising his legs and encircling the man above, pulling him down until he rested firmly on his pecs. The man between his legs took this opportunity to slowly work his other hand into the second man’s willing and greedy ass. Then the man on the bottom handed the bottle of poppers to the one staring directly into his eyes, and with a sly look and a smirk, said “More Please!”
It was the man on top’s turn to breathe deeply from the bottle of poppers, as the other man counted backwards from 10. Then he took a large hit, locked lips with the man that stared intensely into his eyes, and the two passed the poppers back and forth for several minutes until they parted and sucked in fresh air. Then it happened, and he exhaled for the second time, he felt the pressure on his sphincter release, and the man below’s hand deftly slid into him, beyond the wrist to someplace on his forearm. And he looked down and there was an enormous smile on man’s face…he had seen the entire event in the mirror.
Slowly and then with more insistence, the two men who were chest to chest moved up and down, rubbing their engorged nipples and their sweaty muscled, hairless and bodies. The effect was electric. They moaned and rocked in unison, as the man fisting them followed their every move. He pushed then slightly pulling back his arms as the impaled men established their rhythm. And he continued to move deeper into each of them.
With simultaneous clarity, both men knew that the end of this ride was in sight. There was an imbedded sadness, and a slight soreness that was signaling to them and the man working their asses read the signs as well. He slowly started to withdraw his hands from the man-caves that he had created.
With great care and tenderness, he slowly moved outward, and every now and then he paused…sometimes he moved back into the caves…always making sure that his arm or hand raked over the prostates of the two impaled men. And with each outbound movement, the two men shruddered, moaned, or cried out.
At some point just before his hands were on the verge of being full out, the man on the bottom of this pile, looked into the eyes of the man above him and said…“One final time?” And the buddy breathing was repeated with huge hits of poppers. They locked lips, rebreathing the heady vapors as man below reversed and pushed, his hands moving deep into both of them, stretching and expanding their willing mancaves. With several pushes, he was up to his elbows in both of these leather-clad men, and he was sensing their joy, pleasure, ecstasy.
The room closed in on and embraced the two men. Their worlds went dark, and all they could feel was the exquisite pressure on their nipples, cocks, lips, asses. And they were soaring over the edge, floating/flying, while he looked up into the mirror on the ceiling without fear.
3
Lying on his back, looking up at the mirror on the ceiling, he could see that he was flanked by two men that he trusted, admired, loved. Each of his arms had a tourniquet mid-bicep, pulled tightly. Each of the men held an arm and were each inserting a syringe into a prominent vein. With simultaneous smiles, they pushed the golden liquid into him. Then with a nod from one of them, they simultaneously released the tourniquets and they both looked back on his face. They said afterward, that he initially looked somewhat stricken, and then a glorious smile found its way to his lips and traveled across his body. In turn, the two men took their share of the golden liquid with a similar effect.
Both men turned their attention to the man lying on the bed, staring up at the mirrored ceiling. The man, in a low voice, kept repeating that he wanted something to suck on.
One man obliged by straddling his head and feeding him his expanded rosebud. The man licked, kissed, caressed the treasure offered to him, reaching up and roughly grabbing the man’s nipples while burying his tongue in the rosebud. The man on top reached down and clamped each of the large nipples below him with large adjustable clamps connected by a thin chain. Over the next hour several hours, he continued to tighten the clamps and pull on them. With each pull, he could feel that tongue push deeper into his rosebud. With each thrust and pull, he established a beat or pulse that resonated through the man’s body. They periodically shared a bottle of poppers, with hits of ethyl. The affect on both of them was electrifying.
In the mean time, the third man was not idle. He planted himself between the legs of the man on the bed, and spread them wide. Then he pushed a wedge shaped pillow under the pulsing ass in front of him. The pulsing was caused by the pulls of the chain connected to the nipple clams, and he slowly pushed lube and Crisco balls into the gaping rosebud in front of him. Then his hand gently put pressure on that growing rosebud. He timed his advances to the rhythm of the contractions, and each time the contraction subsided, he pushed into the growing mancave. And so, after some time he found himself firmly inside that secret place, feeling the blood pulse and flow, with the contractions eating his hand and then is arm, moving the arm deeper and deeper.
This man in control of this cavern looked to his partner and smiled a knowing and slightly twisted smile. He then took control of the rhythm, the beat of forward progress. He change the angle of attack, pushing in and down, and then pushed down and out, raking the man’s prostrate with each movement. And so the man moaned and writhed with each thrust. Before too long he was impaled on that forearm. All the time, the man sucked, nibbled, and chewed on his distended cock.
Somehow, he managed to move his leg and got his ankle behind the elbow of the man fisting him. With some maneuvering, he started to apply pressure on that elbow and eased/guided the arm deeper into his ass, moving his ass forward on the down stroke and sucking it into his ass on the up stroke. After a while, to everyone’s amazement, the elbow entered his ass. That’s when the contractions started deep in his ball sack, slowly at first and then with mounting intensity. With a deep shrudder, he pushed the ass off his mouth and let out a primal scream, as the cum was ejected high into the air in long deep spasms. Once, twice, three times the flood came. By the fourth time, the spasms contained no cum, he was completely drained. As the man below put that fine cock in his mouth and slowly sucked, the man came for the fifth and final time, collapsing back on the bed…fully spent and drained.
After an indeterminable period, a large hit of poppers was administered and the arm was slowly and cautiously backed out of his ass until the hand to the wrist remained. He felt himself being rolled on his side by these two men, with that hand still in place. He heard in the background the low whispers of these men, plotting against him?
With that hand still in his ass, he opened his eyes and saw that he was lying on his side facing one of the men. He watch in awe as the second man started to work his way into this man’s ass with his tongue. Slowly at first then with more insistence, he watch until this face was buried deep in that ass. The ass cheeks were spread wide and the tongue probe more deeply, as the rosebud expanded. The poppers were passed, and an arm entered the blooming rosebud, a second hit and the hand became an arm deep in that ass. And then he felt it, the hand in HIS ass was advancing forward, and he knew that his time was coming again. He reached the poppers and took a hit, counted to 10 and exhaled. As he did, the arm advanced into his ass.
After a while, he understood their plan. He reached over and rested his and against the vacant ass in front of him. He massaged it and slowly worked two, then three fingers into it, as the man moaned deeply. The poppers were passed and in time, he had his hand slowly buried itself in that willing ass. With one mind the three men looked up at the ceiling and the mirror, and gasped. Simultaneously, they all said, “Fucking A!”
The three men, clad in leather harnesses and chaps were in an irregularly shaped triangular position, each with an arm in the ass of the man beside him. A hand reached over and started to pull the chain connected to a set of nip clamps. That man winced and rocked forward, coming down on the arm in his ass. The movement caused this man to rock forward then back on the arm, and then the same thing happened to the man impaled on the next arm. Soon, with the aid of the chain acting as an irregular metronome, the three men rocked in stinted unison, with groans, cries, laughs, and tears.
The poppers and ethyl were passed around and they found a rhythm that suited their needs, desires, and lusts. One man reached back and grabbed the cock behind him, which was semi-rigid, squeezing and fondled it. Soon the three were lock ass to fist, hand to cock, and the tempo doubled. The pace doubled again as each man tried to pull the man’s cock towards himself and at the same time driving the arm in his ass deeper and deeper.
They were not sure when or how it started, but one of these men felt heat churning in his ball and spreading to his cock. He started to rock and pull with more fervor. This got another man going and then the third. The three men churned and roiled and boiled with waves of pleasure lust joy and fear…would the climax be too intense to survive?
And then it started. The first man balled his hand that was lodged in the ass in front of him, and this man started to shrudder and tremble, screaming out that he could not catch his breath and the pleasure was too intense. And he fired, and fired, and fired again, the last round was nothing but dry jerks.
As he came, he balled his hand into a fist also buried deep in the man in front of him. In response, with the speed of a reflex, this man threw his head back and cried out that he was going to cum! And he did, again and again and again.
And then the fever caught the third man. A roiling start in his gut and balls and he knew that he was going to spew a load larger than he had ever delivered before; a deep insistent throbbing moved from his prostate to his balls and erupted out of his cock. And then, he felt the hand in his ass form into a fist, and slowly begin to pull out. He cried out for everyone to stop moving, but the fist had a mind of its own. When it reached his prostate, it turned and rotated, raking that sensitive organ, causing him to cum again and again.
The three leather clad me lay there in a heap. They were drained of every ounce of cum, energy, and the even the will to move. Slowly they all drifted into a drug and cum induced sleep. They were all floating, floating on their brothers’ fists, moving over the edge and looking up at the sky and their own smiling images.
