Higher the voltage

He stood, balanced, though just barely. By force of will, the naked young man tried to remain absolutely motionless. But to do that was almost impossible. It was the point of his bondage, of course.
He stood erect, his legs spread wide by a metal bar strapped between his ankles forcing them apart. His arms were pulled behind his back, strapped together at his elbows and wrists, forcing his well-defined chest forward.
Sweat dripped down his torso and his bound arms all the way to his slim waist. He was gagged, his mouth stuffed with a ball gag and covered by a thick leather strap. Otherwise, he was completely nude.
That was the standard stuff, in and of itself arousing as it silenced and commanded his naked body, offering his shaved and bound cock and balls in wanton invitation. But there was more tonight — much more!
On each of his erect nipples was a small spring-clamp. These connected to a thin leather strap, which then connected together in a heavier strap. This went up to the ceiling rafter and over a pulley there. At the other end of this strap from his nipples, dangling just a few feet in front of the young man, was a metal weight. It rested no more than an inch above a box with a metal plate on its top. In fact, if he weren’t leaning back and away, his sore and distended nipples pulling at the strap, the weight would rest on the box. The young man arched himself backward, trembling, struggling to keep the weight away from the box. He had good reason to.
From the box ran a wire that wound along the floor until it reached the spreader bar that was forcing the young man’s legs apart, exposing his tormented cock and balls. The wire then continued up from the spreader bar, and was attached to a strap that was wrapped firmly around his bound scrotum. If he slumped forward, relaxing his pose, the weight would drop down onto the box, completing an electrical circuit. When the circuit was completed, the box would send a mild shock to his balls — just a few volts but enough to make him squirm from its fiery bite. If the weight stayed on the box, the current would continue for twenty seconds, stop for twenty seconds, then start again, and so on, until the connection was broken.
So he had a choice, this young man in bondage. He could yank at the strap, causing the clamps to bite at his nipples, or relax and send the shock ripping into his tormented balls. When that happened, he found that the sensation brought him to the edge of orgasm.
He would buck and squirm, and the weight would bob up and down and nick the plate, and then the shock would hit him like a whiplash. But he couldn’t take much of the shock, so, in spite of his arousal, he would strain his muscles and arch his naked body, pulling the weight away from the box. Back and forth he would sway, slumping from exhaustion, moaning into his gag when he heard the clank of the metal plates making contact, then steeling himself for the shock to his balls. His tensed body glistened with sweat.
His tormentor stood in the doorway watching him. The young man looked up in fear when he entered, then lost his concentration and slumped forward. Then he arched beautifully and wailed in desperation as the current pulsed through his balls. He was wild with passion, naked and bound and tortured into a frenzy by this clever scheme. And the fact that he himself determined what happened, in a helpless, tormented way, only added to his stimulation.
His master was contemplating a new addition to his bondage predicament. He rummaged through a dresser and came up with two small boxes, also dangling wires. He connected these wires to two small jacks in the bigger box, then bend down between his captive’s splayed legs.
“Up on your toes” he commanded. The young man moaned but obeyed, arching up on his toes until his heels cleared the floor. The tormentor slipped one of the smaller boxes under each heel. Each box had a small button on its top, no more than a half inch from his young victim’s foot. If he dropped down from his toes, his heel would push the button.
“Better stay as you are,” he teased. “If either heel touches those buttons, it’ll up the voltage to your balls another notch. Keep your feet down and it’ll keep upping the current.” The young man groaned deeply in frustration and agony as he heard this. Even though he was an athletic guy, it was hard to stay on his toes with his legs spread so wide and with his torso arched. But he would try. He didn’t want the shocks to get any worse.
“It’s ten o’clock,” his tormentor said. “What do you say I leave you here until — oh, I don’t know — how about midnight?” The young man looked at him in horror, shook his head no, and moaned into his gag. He wasn’t watching the weight as he did this, and it dropped and touched the box. The shock hit him, and he snapped to attention and arched backwards in response. Too far backwards. He got his weight back and dropped off his tiptoes, and his heels — both of them — hit the buttons. He squirmed anew as the current surged a little higher until, after twenty long seconds, it stopped. He was panting, his breath ragged and nostrils flaring. Even though the current had stopped, he kept squirming, aroused, his cock twitching, so hot he didn’t care for anything except the orgasm about to burst through his loins.
His writhings took him forward again, and the weight touched down. This shock pushed him over the brink. He would not be denied. Eyes wide, wailing into the gag, fingers clawing at his ass, his hips thrust forward, he came with an all-consuming violence. Wave after wave rippled through his body, which bucked and writhed in erotic abandon as seemingly endless streams of cum spewed from his engorged cock.
The master admired the naked young slave spasming before him. His head was thrown back, and he shook it back and forth as he came. Insistent moans came from his gagged mouth. His muscles strained against his bondage, the weight scraped along the box, and his torso writhed delightfully. His balls tensed and his cock a deep red, his juices dripping down its shiny thick length. He was a spectacle of unchecked eroticism.
When his climax subsided, he slumped again and fell heavily onto his heels, only to arch upwards again when yet another shock hit. He looked up through frightened and exhilarated eyes, his mind and body saturated with the intensity of his pain and pleasure.
His master smiled at him, flicked off the lights, and closed the door, leaving him to his frenzy of torment.

Fisting his ass (Last post of 2007)

Beneath his perfectly pressed oxford shirt and tie, he hid a secret- something that no one at work knew about and he wanted to keep it that way. Eric hated socializing with the people at work. He thought they were all the same, all made from the same mold. He hated even more the fact that he was forced to look like them from 9 to 5. If they knew what he was like when he was not at the office, these prim and proper yuppies would freak. The thought brought a big smile to his face.
He looked at his watch; only two minutes had gone by since the last time he checked. He couldn’t wait for this day to be over. He had spent most of it in and out of meetings and he had had his fill of yuppies for today. More than anything he just wanted to leave and go to the club, relax, and see what kind of fun he could get into.
He loved going to the club- every time was a new experience. Every time he pushed his limits more and more. Last time he had been gang banged by a group of bikers that had been passing through on their way to the beach. Just the thought of that night still made his ass ache. He checked his watch again; only five minutes had passed. He looked at the stack of reports on his desk and thought, fuck it, they would still be there tomorrow and right now what he wanted was to have some fun.
He didn’t care who noticed him leaving. He walked right past the manager’s door and waved as he made his way to the elevator. He didn’t feel at ease until he was as far away from the office as he could get. As he drove down the strip he took off his tie and shirt. The silver ring in his harness shone with the sunlight. He pulled on the leather strap and let it snap against his pecs. He loved the sound it made when it hit his broad hairy chest. The closer he got to the outskirts of town the more his cock hardened.
Once he was far enough away from town he pulled into the nearest gas station to change out of the rest of his yuppie uniform. When he emerged out of the public restroom he was in full leather attire. His leather chaps were tight and his cock ring snug around his very large and hairy balls. Over his cock he wore a leather thong mini-brief, something he rarely did. Usually he just wore the chaps and the cock ring but this time he decided it might be fun to be a bit of a tease.
On the way back to the car he turned a few heads, but he didn’t think twice about it. He was too far away from town to run into anyone he knew. He got back into his car and sped the rest of the way. When he got to the familiar curvy dirt road he parked on the outskirts. He didn’t want anyone to see him drive up in a Volvo, so he would just walk the rest of the way.
When he got to the club, the place looked deserted. To anyone who didn’t know exactly what this place was, that’s exactly what they would have thought. He walked up to the old wooden door and entered. There was a long hallway that spanned the entire length of the shack and at the very end sat a man on a stool.
“Eric! How’s my favorite customer?” the short bald man asked him.
“Fine, Earl. How’s the action tonight?” he asked.
“It’s a little slow now but it’s still early. Usually you get here much later.”
“Yeah, I know. I just had to get away.” Eric replied.
The man handed Earl a twenty and lifted the floor opening. Eric waved him good-bye as he descended the stairs to the club. That club was one of the largest underground gay leather clubs in the US. It was also the best-kept secret. Eric made his way down the dark stairwell; it was several steps before he saw a trace of light.
When he entered the club it was like another world. There was one main bar, which was aglow with bright blue lights. It gave a bluish tint to the dark club. Aside from the bar there was several cave like rooms that spawned from the bar where the extra curricular activities occurred. Eric walked up to the bar. The bartender recognized him as a long time patron and greeted him with a smile and his usual drink.
From the bar Eric scanned the room. The crowd wasn’t as big as he had hoped but the night was young. Eric downed his drink and decided to take a lap around the club to see what kind of fun he could get into. As he made the rounds he stopped and talked to a few people he recognized. He stopped in front of one of the private areas and started talking to his buddy Rich. Eric had introduced Rich to this place and had initiated him by pissing on his mouth in one of the private rooms.
They talked for a while until the sound of screams stopped them both. “What the hell was that?” Eric asked. “It sounds like someone is being torn apart.”
“Nah, more like taking a one way trip to heaven.” Rich said. Eric looked at him confused. He had no idea what he was talking about. “He’s getting fisted man, and it’s his first time. You never forget your first time. Especially if your first time is with Master X.”
Eric felt his cock move at the mention of fisting. He had always been tempted to try it but had never actually gone through with it, even though physically he knew he was ready. He had even practiced at home, taking in a dildo that was a little more than three inches in width. The more the man screamed the harder Eric got; maybe this was his chance to take his first fist.
Casually Eric excused himself and peaked behind the entrance to the private room. What he saw got him completely hard. Strapped to a metal sling was a man with his legs spread wide open. His cock laid limp from having shot a load. His chest was covered in cum, definitely more than one orgasms worth. He didn’t mean to stare so intently but he was drawn to the scene. He didn’t realize he had entered the room until he was standing inches away from the sling, as the man withdrew his fist from the bottom’s ass Eric almost lost his load. At that moment more than anything he wanted to get fisted. He knew it was time.
The man in the sling looked unconscious but had a huge grin on his face. The man with the gloved hand looked at Eric. His expression was stern and almost angry. “Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
Eric swallowed hard before he answered. “I’m Eric, sir, and I want your fist inside my virgin hole.”
Master X sneered at him and pulled off his glove. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Eric nodded. “Alright then, wait for me outside. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.”
He did as Master X said and patiently waited for him outside the curtain. It was almost an hour before someone came out. It was the man from the sling. He limped a little but he was still grinning. Eric avoided his eyes as he awaited his turn. He didn’t know what kind of relationship he had with Master X and Eric didn’t want to step on any boundaries. He knew how these master/slave relationships could be. Patiently he waited for another half hour, until finally Master X appeared.
“You still want to do this?” he asked. Eric nodded. “Alright but once you’re up there’s no stopping. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
Master X motioned for Eric to follow him. To Eric the room felt like it had grown to twice its length. At the very end of the room was the sling. Master X motioned for Eric to get on it. For a second Eric thought about reconsidering. This was a big step, but before he could chicken out he stripped off his chaps and briefs and got on the sling with his legs spread as far apart as he could. Eric’s cock was so hard just from the feel of the leather sling on his skin.
“Ok, now, first I want to work your hole a little,” Master X said. Eric saw him reach inside his bag and pull out a fat long dildo. It was slightly bigger than the one he had been practicing with at home. Eric closed his eyes and waited until the cool plastic dong rubbed against his hole. Slowly it made it’s way inside of him. Master X didn’t stop until it was all the way in. Eric tensed at first but soon he relaxed and took in the entire plastic shaft. It felt so good to be stretched out so far but he knew the fist would feel even better.
Master X left the dildo inside of him as he got himself ready. He pulled out a fresh glove from a box of many and lubed his hand up. Eric looked at the container, it was a tub of J-Lube. He had heard of the stuff, it was the same stuff veterinarians used when they had to fist cows. He’d also heard it was the best thing to use. Apparently Crisco was horribly messy and a pain to get out of your ass.
With his ungloved hand he pulled the dildo slowly out of his ass. Eric’s heart started to beat faster and faster. He knew the moment had arrived. When he saw Master X’s hand approach he closed his eyes and started to calmly breathe through his mouth. Master X started very slowly with just one finger. The J-Lube was magical; it helped relax the muscles more than he would have been able to on his own. He didn’t even feel it when he slid in a third and fourth finger. Slowly he started to pump Eric’s ass, each time he would push in he would stretch his fingers slightly apart. The further inside he went the closer Eric got to climax.
“You ready?” he asked as he pulled his fingers all the way out. Eric thought he’d answered yes, although really he couldn’t remember having said a word. The next thing he remembered was feeling his sphincter get pushed past its limits as Master X’s entire fist made its way through. When it was all the way inside Eric screamed out. Like a good top Master X stopped and let it rest. Eric’s body was plugged in to every movement he made. Just the slightest movement was magnified tenfold.
Once Eric had relaxed he started to work his hand inside of his ass. His fingers rubbed on his prostate and within in seconds Eric was screaming out as cum gushed from the head of his cock onto his bare chest. His head was spinning; the feeling was indescribable. Once Eric’s cock stopped shooting, it fell limp against his thigh but only for a moment. After he’d caught his breath Master X’s hand once again started to work on his prostate. Eric braced himself as his cock quickly hardened for a second time and shortly after shot a second just as powerful load.
Never in his life had Eric experienced anything like it. By the fourth time he was begging for him to stop. He had nothing left to give. Eric was even shooting blanks he had cum so much. Master X smiled and obliged. Very slowly and gently he eased his fist out of Eric’s ass. Eric felt every inch of Master X’s hand exit his body. When his hand was finally out of his hole, Eric thought he was going to faint.
“How was that?” he asked. Eric opened his mouth to answer but no words came out. All he could do was grin like an idiot. Master X grabbed a towel and wiped down Eric’s chest and the lube from his ass. Then he pulled off his glove and wrapped it in the towel and handed it to Eric. “A souvenir of your first fist,” he said.
Eric took the towel and thanked him. Master X smiled and left the room. Eric spent the rest of the night getting the feeling back into his ass and counting down the minutes until he could do it all over again.

Planned Rape

Ian drove his new black extended cab truck slowly, smoothly, like a hunting shark. He cruised around the nighttime city, past strip malls and supermarkets, through high-class neighborhoods and decrepit slums. Near the edge of the city, where the sidewalks and newly paved streets gave way to winding, hidden back roads, he found his prey.
Ian drove up to the young man slowly, trying to get a good look at him as he walked backward in the shadows, holding his thumb out. He had one hand in his pocket. He was wearing a white T-shirt that hugged his muscular pecs and emphasized the tight lines of his stomach - he was cute. Ian stopped the truck and opened the window.
“Where’re you headed?” he asked.
“Bedford,” he said. “You headed that way?”
“I am now,” Ian said. He unlocked the passenger door. “Get in.”
“Thanks,” the man said. He jogged around the front of the truck, his dark hair gleaming in the headlights. He climbed in. “I’m Doug.” He held out his hand. Ian took it, and they locked eyes.
“I’m Ian.”
The handshake lasted a beat too long, and when it broke, Doug settled in the seat, conspicuously adjusting his jeans around his crotch. Ian started driving.
“This is a huge truck,” Doug said. “Nice.”
“I like my toys big,” He noticed Doug biting his bottom lip to stifle a smile. “Kinda late to be walking all the way to Bedford. Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” Doug said. He ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his blue eyes. “I was just in town looking for work. Took longer than I thought. I didn’t know the buses don’t run after seven.”
“Not from around here, huh?”
“No, I’m from Connecticut.”
“Public transportation around here leaves a lot to be desired. What do you do for work?”
Doug squirmed in his seat a little bit. “Umm… a little of this and that.”
“Really? You get a medical plan with that?” Ian chuckled. Doug grinned confidently.
“Let’s just say I do what I need to do.”
Ian smirked. “I bet.” As he drove, he rested his right hand on his thigh, pretending to rub an itch. He moved his hand up to his crotch and started slowly massaging himself to erection, until the thick shape of it was clearly straining against his jeans. From the corner of his eye, he could see Doug watching.
“You got a girlfriend, Doug?”
“Nope.” Doug shifted in his seat, revealing an impressive bulge of his own.
“A good looking guy like you, with a body like that, they should be banging your door down.”
“Oh, there’s a lot of banging going on, trust me,” Doug laughed. “But I don’t have much need for a girlfriend.”
He stretched in his seat, and Ian watched Doug’s t-shirt ride up on his stomach. The low waist of his jeans just barely grazed the top of his pubes, and his erection was hard enough to create a gap between the fabric and his skin.
“I see,” Ian said. He pressed a button on his left, and the locks clicked shut.
Doug raised his eyebrows, and sat up straight. Ian turned a hard right Doug begged, “Please!”
Ian slapped Doug’s ass and hissed - “Shut up!” And as he was about to plunge in he was startled by a siren wailing in his ear. It was coming from Doug’s pants pocket. His cell phone!
“Dammit, Doug!” Ian shrugged Doug’s feet off his shoulder.
“Oh shit, I forgot.” Doug struggled to fish his phone out from the bundle around his ankles. It continued to ring. “I have to take this.”
“I thought we agreed not to bring phones, babe.”
“I know, I know, shh…” He found the phone, flipped it open, and held it to his ear. “Hey Mom…”
Ian groaned and pulled his pants up. He caught snippets of the conversation.
“…I know, I know… Yeah, I’m fine… Ian picked me up… we’re pulling into his driveway right now…”
Ian picked up the gun and squirted water into Doug’s face.
“Dude, my phone!” Doug whispered to Ian, and then, louder - “…bye, Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow.” He snapped his phone shut.
“That’s why we weren’t supposed to bring phones.” He squirted Doug again and laughed.
“I’m sorry. I told her I’d call her when I got home. I forgot I even had it.”
He watched as Ian climbed back into the driver’s seat.
Doug sighed. “I was totally getting into that. Guess the mood’s ruined, huh?”
“Not necessarily,” Ian said slyly. “Get your pants on.”
“What are you thinking?” Doug asked. He climbed back into the front and buckled his pants.
“Well, suppose we didn’t stop. Suppose I brought you back to my secluded ‘farmhouse of despair’…” Ian suggested. He turned the ignition and drove up the dirt road, towards the porch lights.
“But I escape, and you hunt me in the sunflower fields…”
“Ooh, I like that.” He aimed the water pistol back at Doug’s head. “Now shut up. My place is right up the road, there…”
Doug giggled. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t shoot…”

Prince Albert for thanksgiving

happy thanksgiving  everyone and don’t eat turkey much.

the other day me and my partner were talking about B&D, S&M, L&M, P&Q…. and after praising our hard cocks with their rings around them ; we started talking about plugs.

having written about penis plugs and sounding and being very turned on when thinking about such plugs, i decided to find some info cos recently i feel extremely kinky and many times i need something new to increase the pleasure.

i found out two things, i like piercings and i have pierce my ears and nipples but PA does me no good cos i’m a 100% bottom around him (to my own surprise i never try being a bottom round other guys but well that pretty seems like cheating and i do enjoy his domination) second, he doesn’t like piercings, tattoos and  clothes besides he’s too thick i really dont need a help to spread me more than i can bear.

so PA can go to hell, but still i can enjoy plugs. checking everywhere and nowhere, i realized you cant use Prince’s wands on it’s own  and i really don’t want a s.s. tube in my cock 24-7 as much as i don’t like to pee like girls. so i decided to stay with my butt plugs till i find a good penis plug. and i’m sure he cant get such a plug in me unless he ties me very hard and that means we need a few hours on our own in a deserted place where i can shout as loud as i can  and he can do whatever he likes and he’s not that dominant yet and i really cant have so much time on my own in near future.

so i can stick to whatever i have now and be a good boy as much as possible.

here’s a few things i found and i think you’re interested in having one. you do it and tell me the results, honestly it looked frightening to me.

The Prince Albert is probably the most popular of all male piercings. The healing process is faster than most, and it has been considered to be the most sexually appealing male piercing. The Prince Albert piercing, in most cases, is performed by inserting a needle receiving tube into the urethra and then starting the needle from the outside and feeding it out through the tube. There are not many complications associated with this piercing. There is always a chance of rejection, but the likelihood is minimal. Even the wearer’s own urine actually serves as a healing agent, and it is not necessary to clean the piercing after urination.

Reverse Prince Albert The other variation of the Prince Albert is the Reverse Prince Albert, which is essentially the same, but the jewelry circles around to the top of the glans (head) instead of the bottom.

Recommended jewelry:10 gauge captive bead ring or circular barbell. The circular barbell may be more comfortable, especially for the uncircumcised wearer. 

Expected healing time: 2 - 4 months

Sexual limitations: Abstinence for at least one week, and careful sexual activity afterward. Condom should be worn during entire healing process.

HISTORY

The Prince Albert piercing is named after Prince Albert who was the husband of Queen Victoria of England. He was reputeded to have had this piercing done prior to his marriage to the queen around 1825, at that time Beau Brummel started the craze for ultra tight mens trousers. Because the pants were so tight, the penis needed to be held to one side or the other so as not to create an unsightly bulge. To accomplish this some men had their penis pierced to allow it to be held by a hook on the inside of the trousers, this piercing was called a “Dressing Ring” at the time because tailors would ask if a gentleman dressed to the left or the right and tailor the trousers accordingly, tailors to this day will ask if you dress to the left or right.

SEXUAL EFFECTIVENESS

The Prince Albert Piercing is very effective for sex, that is why it is the most popular male genital piercing. It provides greater stimulation to both partners during sex, and it has the added allure of being being somewhat kinky, people always have to wonder what it would be like to have sex with someone with a genital piercing. On top of all that it makes the penis more aesthetically attractive, in the same way as jewellery worn on the fingers. “My kind of guy is tall and dark and has long hair, a good body, tattoos and some Body Hardware.” Pamela Anderson ber-Babe.

“unless you’ve got a bolt through your genitals, you’re not making it in the nineties!” Tommy (T-Bone) Lee. Motley Crue, Pamela’s Husband.

PAIN ?

Many men considering getting this piercing are put off by the idea that it must be painful, however the pain is minimal. The piece of skin where the piercing is done is very thin, less than 1mm thick and I use ice to numb the area before the piercing. The pain is just a very short sharp pain which lasts a second or two.

PLACEMENT

The Prince Albert Piercing is done through the eye or “urethra” of the penis and then comes out at the intersection of the small bridge of skin “fraenulum” and the edge of the head of the penis “corona”, there is an almost triangular intersection and this is where the piercing goes. If the man is uncircumcised it must go slightly to one side of the fraenulum, if he is circumcised it can go directly through the centre.

Procedure

During the process of any Prince Albert piercing, the area is first cleaned and marked at the piercing point. An uncircumcised male will be required to pull his foreskin back so the best placement can be determined. In uncircumcised men the piercing is usually done to one side of the frenum to prevent discomfort.

There are several different methods used to perform this piercing, the most common of which is to insert a receiving tube into the urethra and then pierce from the chosen point on the outside — some piercers mark this point, some don’t — into the recieving tube. The tube is then removed, and the chosen jewellery is inserted behind the needle.

Alternatively, a cannula can be used to perform the piercing from the inside out. The needle is retracted slightly, and the cannula is inserted into the urethra and lined up with the exit mark on the outside. The needle is then pushed down into the cannula, and the whole lot is pushed out through the exit point. After the needle is removed the cannula remains in place, allowing for very easy jewellery insertion.

A third method is occasionally used by very experienced freehand piercers, who use a method similar to the cannula method explained above, but using a standard piercing needle. With great care the needle can be inserted into the urethra and the piercing done from the inside out. This method is only used by people with a lot of experience and confidence, as great care must be taken not to nick the inside of the urethra.

JEWELLERY

Initially the piercing is done with a ball closure ring which is 2mm thick with an internal diameter of approximately 13-18mm. After 2 months it’s best to increase the ring to one of 2.4mm thickness, this is far more comfortable during sex. Other forms of jewelery i.e. circular barbells, banana barbells, and prince wands may be worn. The initial size of the ring which is used for the piercing is determined by educated guesswork because it really impossible to determine the exact size until you have an erection. If the ring pinches the skin or is uncomfortable when you get an erection it may be too small, if this is the case the ring must be changed immediately for one which is larger, this is done for no cost it’s part of the service you pay for when you get the piercing. If a ring that’s too small is left in you may tear the piercing slightly which can result in infection, or the wound may continue to tear and become very uncomfortable.

HEALING

The Prince Albert piercing is a very easy piercing to heal, because every time you urinate you clean and disinfect the wound, I have never heard of a single person having a problem with this piercing. Urine is sterile when it leaves the body because it has been purified by the kidneys, and it contains a large amount of ammonia which is a strong antiseptic. The more water you drink the quicker the piercing will heal, try to drink at least 8 glasses a day . You may experience some bleeding in the first 36-48 hours, don’t be afraid this is normal and will stop eventually. If you are worried that it hasn’t stopped please call us. There is one drawback to having a Prince Albert piercing, because the ring goes through the urethra you will dribble when you urinate. This problem is worse for some people more than others. When urinating into a toilet bowl you have to stand with your legs on either side of the bowl, and make sure not to shake when you finish, just relax for a few moments before putting your penis away. When you are standing at a urinal stand with you legs well spread close to the urinal and lean forward with your back arched. The problem improves with time, and the insertion of the thicker ring, but it never goes completely away.

DO’s & DONT’S TO HEAL YOUR PRINCE ALBERT PIERCING

THE NUMBER ONE REASON FOR INFECTION IS TOUCHING AND PLAYING WITH THE PIERCING!

• DO use Lavender oil as it promotes healing and lubricates the wound reducing tenderness. Apply a small amount with a cotton-wool bud after cleaning then move the jewellery gently so it gets into the wound. Remove any excess with a tissue as leaving it on can cause the skin to become irritated. It may be purchased at supermarkets (medicine section) or at chemists and must be marked (BP) or medicinal grade.
• DO clean under the foreskin regularly, at least twice a day when you shower, salt water baths are also beneficial for healing. dry under the foreskin with a clean tissue or piece of toilet paper after bathing.
• DO drink at least 8 glasses of water a day, and try to refrain from excessive consumption of coffee, tea, and alcohol, because they make your urine cloudy, making urination painful and hampering healing.
• DO wear a condom during sex for the first 4 weeks, even if you are in a monogamous relationship, the natural flora of the vagina can cause the wound to become infected; use a lubricant on the condom and also put a little on the jewelery so that it doesn’t get caught on the inside of the condom as this can be uncomfortable. (this is true for gays cos anus is a lot worse than vagina)
• DO wear clean! loose cotton underwear for 4 weeks, as cotton allows the area to breath and clean underwear reduces the chance of an infection.
• DON’T have sex for 3-4 days and be very gentle during sex for the first month.
• DON’T use any creams or lotions to heal the piercing as they don’t allow air to get to the wound. Don’t use Tea Tree Oil, Methylated spirits, Dettol etc because they will be painful and hamper the healing process.

The prince’s wand (also known as a penis plug) is a particularly unusual piece of body piercing jewelry. It consists of a hollow tube with a threaded cap at the end. The tube is inserted into the urethra, and a stem is inserted through a Prince Albert piercing and into another threaded hole on the side of the tube. The general shape is similar to a police nightstick. The little side stem holds the tube in place. The threaded cap, often just a ball, can be removed so the wearer can urinate through the hollow tube without having to remove the jewelry (from the Prince Albert piercing).

Most prince’s wands are held in place by a Prince Albert piercing, but any urethral piercing can be used, and some wands require no piercing.

Prince’s wands are somewhat uncommon. Expensive to buy and relatively difficult to manufacture or procure, they are most popular among men who enjoy Urethral Play . Prince’s wands require precision measurements of the penis and urethra both flaccid and erect, in addition to the original Prince Albert piercing.

Types of Prince’s Wands

There are three basic types of prince’s wands. The most common, or standard type is the basic “policeman’s nightstick” described above. Ringed wands have one or more external rings that are attached to the bead on outside stem of the wand that passes through the PA piercing, and encircle the penis. Finally, pinless wands do not require a PA piercing to wear, as they have no stem to insert through a piercing. Rarer features include more than one stem (for multiple piercings), and various attachments to the external beads.

here are some good links:

http://www.allaboutrainbows.com/mature_audience.htm

http://www.body-piercing.com.au/body_piercing_gallery/body_piercing_gallery_prince_albert_procedure.htm

http://www.princeswand.com/

http://www.steelwerksextreme.com/

Cyber or real!?

We’d met in passing on a porn Web site and had given each other a couple of satisfying private chat cyber fucks. Without openly asking for it, he increasingly pushed our cyber play to the kinky and S&M. His site moniker was Bigboy and mine was Viper, and it didn’t take me long to figure out that he turned on to bottom and domination, which was just fine with me. I could also tell that he was very curious, if a little shy and hesitant. Chances were good he’d never gone beyond the cyber but was drawn like a moth to the whole concept of what we were cybering.
His site profile was scanty—an artist in California, claiming to be bi—but the location opened up a wealth of possibilities for me.
[Viper] Located in California, bb? North, South, Central?
[Bigboy] Central.
[Viper] Ah, profile says u’re an artist. frisco then?
[Bigboy] No, farther south. even more artsy. Coast.
[Viper] must be monterey then.
(Pause)
[Viper] santa cruz myself.
(Pause)
[Bigboy] Interesting.
[Viper] yes, interesting. interested, yes?
(Pause)
[Viper] u’ve said u wanted to see my basement room.
(Pause for three minutes, and Bigboy signed off chat)
Three days later I was cruising the chat room and he invited me for a private chat. I was beginning to think he wouldn’t contact me again, but all the time the moth was fluttering around my light.
[Bigboy] Maybe. But here in Monterey. Out on the pier.
[Viper] no. must be something u want. u have to come to me in santa cruz.
He signed off again then, and I didn’t enter the chat room at all the next evening. Toward midnight, he IMed me, eagerly agreeing to come to Santa Cruz that weekend. I put him off, telling him I couldn’t make it until the following weekend, although I didn’t really have anything else to do. Just stringing him out; giving him line to either slither away or hook himself. He agreed to meet, and I picked out a gay biker’s bar in the rough part of town, telling him what the bar was, giving him plenty of room to cut and run.
On the designated night, I tricked myself out in my leathers and black net muscle shirt that stopped short of my belly button, showing off my abs real well, and biked my Harley over to the bar. Chances were that he wouldn’t show, but I’d have me a fine evening anyway.
Surprise, surprise, though. He showed. I easily picked up on him when he entered. Nice looking; good, trim, muscled bod, but nervous as hell. He saw me when I waved at him, and I saw his eyes get all big. I didn’t think he was dissatisfied, just hyperventilating at the whole concept.
He came over and sat, and after establishing we were who we thought we were, we tried some small talk. From time to time, he looked like he wanted to bolt for it, and each time I asked him if he wanted to leave alone, but he set his jaw and said no. He told me that his life had become just so boring in the sex department and he needed to give it a jolt start. I told him I could do that—and he had no idea how close to reality my plans were to do that—but that where we could go from here wasn’t going to be for the fainthearted. He swallowed hard and asked me if I was going to show him my basement. I told him, no, not this time—and his body seemed to deflate as if he’d worked himself up for nothing. But I went on to say that I thought he might like to see my garage instead tonight. Asked him if doing it tied up and on my Harley appealed to him, and I felt his thigh tremble under my hand.
Out in the parking lot, he climbed onto the bike behind me. When we started off, he was sitting well behind me and having a hard time figuring out where to put his hands, but I upped my speed and his pelvis was soon plastered tight against mine and he had to wrap his arms around my bare, steely midsection to keep from flying off the bike. I could tell he was excited by what I could feel snaking up the small of my back and getting harder as it rubbed up against me.
We sped through the town and back out into a more disserted area in the dust- and sagebrush-covered hills and pulled up short in front of the large corrugated, isolated garage building I kept to work on my cars and bikes. I zapped the high entry door open, and then zapped it closed again when we had driven into the building. The same zapping turned on the industrial-strength lights hanging from the rafters well above our heads. I ran the cycle right up to a clearing in the middle, under some gymnastic arm rings suspended from an overhead beam. I stopped the bike there and kicked down the kick stand as I hopped off. Bigboy, who I had learned was really named Roy—or at least had chosen for me to know him by this name—sat on the cycle, scoping out the surroundings in the brightly lit garage, as I went over to the side and picked up a pile of leather material and tossed it at him.
“Here. Strip and put these on,” I directed, using a voice of authority both to keep him focused and because I had discerned that was what he wanted from me.
He stripped, and I was pleased to see that he had gotten the Web moniker “Bigboy” honestly. His new costume was composed of a leather harness crisscrossing his chest, leather chaps, leather boots, and thick leather wristbands lined with fleece. No pants. He seemed pleased with the outfit, and his cock was rising to attention, clearly anticipating having a good time.
“Come over here and get back on the cycle; turned facing the back, your back on the handlebars,” I commanded.
When he’d done that, and after showing him what I was holding in my hands and giving him an opportunity to object, which he didn’t do, I quickly attached a long chain to his right wristband, threw the chain through one of the gymnast rings overhead, and attached the other end to his left wristband. There was some give in the chain, but he couldn’t bring his hands and arms to in front of him now. I then attached shorter chains through rings in the ankles of his boots to something in the wheel of the motorcycle on either side. He wasn’t going anywhere for a while, now.
He watched me, all wide eyed, as I then stripped my own pants and muscle shirt off, and stood there only in my leather boots—and those busy tattoos and all those metal rings piercing my body, including the big, thick silver ring in the head of my penis. I already had quite a hard on, one to rival what he was showing me. His cock was something to whistle at, but I was bigger and thicker than he was. I could see that he was panting at the sight of me. Starting to sweat, and his well-muscled pecs were twitching.
I took out a camera and took “memory” shots of him astride my cycle and in restraints, which I promised to share only with him. I expected him to object to that, but he was licking his lips, obviously aroused at the prospect of being able to see this real-life encounter on replay. I promised to break out the video when the scene heated up.
I brought out a tube of ointment and started lathering up Roy’s ass, while pumping his cock with my other hand. He was already writhing at my touch. When I had him all lathered up and pumped up, I took out the camera again and took some “hard on” shots of my new Harley decoration. Then I set up video cameras on pods that zeroed in on the bike and the now-glistening-with-anticipation Roy from three different directions, turned up the lights on the “set,” turned on the video cameras, and came back to the bike. I threw my leg over the bike and was sitting on the seat, facing Roy. He was trembling all over, and his skin sizzled where I touched it. The video cameras were running, as I ran my hands over Roy’s torso and thighs and lathered up and stroked my own cock until it was hard and slick enough for me.
I told Roy what I was going to do to him then, and he invited me in—hesitatingly, but I could see the lust in his eyes. There was no way his libido was going to let his body back out of this now. Then I tilted his ass up with my hands on his butt cheeks and entered him, slowly but fully. He was in fine shape and was very vocal for the cameras—and so was I.
All the way in and pumping in short strokes deep. “Nice tight ass, and nice tits, Hot Shot. Gonna fuck you until your eyeballs are swimming in spunk.” I was using the language of our cyber fucks now, language that turned him on for real as much as it had had in the Internet. It certainly was keeping him aroused now.
“There, you want me. Not just in the chat room. You want my cock throbbing inside you. I’m in and you’re pulling me farther in. Can’t get enough of me, can you? Been wanting me for weeks, haven’t you? Ah, made you moan, made you flinch, made you pant. You haven’t had a man until you’ve had me, have you?”
His “yes” answers were inserted weakly, but with determination, between moans and groans and pain cut by pleasure outcrys.
He managed to pant out that my penis ring was driving his ass walls to distraction deep inside him, and I pulled my cock toward the surface until he could feel the ring dragging back and forth across his prostate. He threw back his head and screamed in ecstasy, the reality obviously living up to what he’d imagined and was seeking.
And I pumped and pumped and pumped, showing off for the cameras—covering his torso and thighs with my searching hands and brutalizing his nipples and armpits with my teeth. When I was about to blow, I withdrew, stood up, and sent my cream flying all over his chest and belly, good footage for the cameras.
I then got up and switched off the cameras. I went back to the cycle with a damp cloth and wiped Roy down and then I wiped myself down. I did this all in silence, listening to Roy’s panting and groaning as he rattled the chains holding him on the back of the Harley and came to grips with his fantasy turning into reality. He probably wondered if it was over, but I wasn’t ready to let him go yet—not by a long shot.
I glided around the garage in fluid motions, with Roy’s lustful eyes following my every move, working myself up for what he’d learn was a grand finale, recharging my load.
After several minutes, I went back over to Roy and wrapped a studded leather ring around the base of his cock, ensuring that he would remain hard for the cameras when he got hard again. Then he watched me as I encased my own cock in a special sort of sheath and strapped an apparatus around my head and over my mouth, that, when it was in place, made me look like I had big, thick, black lips. I moved my new set of lips up and down, making sure that the device moved with me properly. Then I turned the video cameras back on and went back to the bike, once more throwing my leg over the saddle and facing Roy. I didn’t make him wait long to learn what my new lips were for.
The lip device was electrically charged, with batteries and emitted a low-level current that registered at just above the tingle stage. It did have an electrical zap feel to it, but only just at the threshold of being painful.
My torso muscles rippled for the cameras and Roy screamed out in agony and ecstasy, as I started to kiss him with those lips from his neck to his pits and biceps, across his chest to his nipples, and down his sternum to his belly, navel, pubic region, thighs, and cock and balls, sending slight electric shocks into him wherever they touched. Pleasure mixed with pain, causing Roy to jerk slightly for the cameras with each touch of the lips. Electric pinpricks to his tender inner thighs, on his butt cheeks, across his perineum, on his balls, and firmly applied to the rim of his asshole. He jerked and jumped and cried out with each touch.
Then Roy found out about that sheath covering my cock. I tilted up his ass with hands under his butt. My cock slid into him again, and he found that the sheath was electrified too. But the voltage here was higher. I was manually operating the jolts somehow, applying the first one as I slid my penis ring over his prostate, causing his whole torso to lift off the bike handles in pain and arousal and sending him into spasms that had barely subsided when the second jolt hit him, all along the ass canal some five inches down; another half inch and another jolt. My lips went to his nipples and held onto them, one after another, sending electrical shocks into him there. Six and half inches of my cock’s journey up his canal and another, stronger, more prolonged jolt. It lifted his torso off the bike and took me with him.
He was bucking like a rodeo stallion now. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rode with him, giving the muffled shout through my electrified lips, “Whooeee! Ride ‘em, Cowboy!”
Seven inches in and a jolt that made him spew his hot lead all over my belly, and eight and a half inches in, I filled him with even hotter lead of my own.
We lay there, arms and legs entwined, astride the Harley, panting and moaning and coming down off our electric high. I removed the apparatus from my head and nuzzled my own lips into the sweat-drenched hollow of his neck.
“So, how does the real thing stack up to the cyber fucking?” I whispered in his ear.
“Amazing. Can I see what you’ve got waiting for me in your basement now?” he croaked back at me between heavy pants.

Anal tips

Apart from the taboo in many cultures, there are many people thinking anal sex is just for homosexual guys.

Anal activities in sex are less talked about, and make many people feel more than a little uncomfortable. This is mainly because of the taboos about the butt, of course, and not because there’s anything wrong with it.
In fact, there is a unique form of pleasure to be gotten from anal stimulation, for a guy or girl. For men this is because of the prostate, which is an important sexual organ and can only be directly stimulated through anal contact, and on women it is because the rectum shares a wall with the vagina, and the sexual nerves are actually closer on that side, making the sensation different and sometimes actually stronger.Orgasms from anal stimulation are most likely to occur when the participants become thoroughly absorbed in their sensations and fantasies. Anal sex is not always the #1 favorite, but it is certainly high on the list for many people, and can be a fun change of pace for almost anyone who isn’t bothered too much by the taboos against it.

For those guys who want to try the back door beside vagina, there are a few things to bear in mind

First, it’s that taboo thing, again. There is a reasonable chance that your partner have already thought of it, and were afraid to bring it up themselves, but there’s also a chance the idea would horrify them. Hopefully if your relationship already involves open, relaxed, and frank discussion about sex, or else you probably should work on that long before you worry about testing the waters on this subject.
Second, the anus really isn’t meant to be entered. Don’t get me wrong; humans aren’t really meant to fly, either…I’m not saying it’s bad, I’m just saying you have to bear these little facts in mind. One should be very gentle when experimenting with these things.
An important example is never ever try it on your lover for the first time without them expecting it, especially if we’re talking about penetration with a penis or similarly large object. If you’ve ever had a really big, hard BM (Bowel Movement), that was really painful, that’s nothing compared to being caught off-guard by this. Not only are there better ways to go about it, but you may never get the chance to try again, if they’re upset enough.

So before doing anything make sure your partner is ready, even homosexuals don’t get inside their partners’ pants without warning or at least me and my boyfriend  don’t

Let’s have a quick lesson on Understanding the Anus and the Rectum
The main function of the rectum is to act as a passageway for feces, but feces are not normally stored in the rectum except just prior to a bowel movement. Small amounts may remain in the rectum. This is one of the reasons that it is recommended to use condoms during anal intercourse.
The rectum is not straight. After the short anal canal that connects the anal opening to the rectum, the rectum tilts toward the front of the body, sometimes as much as 90 degrees. Then, after a few more inches, it swoops towards the front of the body again. A person can learn about the shape of his or her rectum by gently inserting a soft object, trying different angles and body positions and concentrating on how it feels. Make sure the object has a flared base so that if you lose your grip, it won’t slip into the rectum and become temporarily irretrievable.
If you insert a finger about one half-inch into your anus and press your fingertip against the side, you can clearly feel the two sphincter muscles. There is less than a quarter-inch between them. The external sphincter is controlled by the central nervous system (voluntary), which means you can tense and relax this sphincter whenever you want. The internal sphincter is quite different. This muscle is controlled by the autonomic nervous system (involuntary). The internal sphincter reflects and responds to fear and anxiety. It may cause the anus to tense up automatically even if the person is trying to relax.
Though it is always wise to practice the safest sex possible, this is especially true with anal intercourse. The lining of the rectum is very thin, and can rip if there is too much stress put on it. By wearing condoms, you can greatly reduce your and your partner’s chances of transmitting most STD’s. 

Till here we know we gotta talk to our partner and then use condoms.

The next tip is…….. well never ever in your life start anal sex with the wrong person. Getting inside someone’s ass needs lots of relaxation and with a stupid jerk-ass the pain is unbearable.

My first experience was so awful i was pretty sure i would never give it another chance, so you have to make sure your partner is doing fine by simply asking them, a “NO” means no, there’s no point in going on thinking it will feel better.

here’s some classified tips, have a nice time back there!

Tip 1: Play Safe: There are some serious safety issues regarding anal sex that you need to be aware of at all times.
First and foremost, whatever touches the anus shouldn’t be touching anything else. Never never never take the penis out of the anus and put it into the vagina. That can lead to serious infections and other complications. After any kind of anal play, you should immediately change condoms and wash the relevant body parts thoroughly.
(Of course, STDs are also a major concern with anal sex. This isn’t just limited to AIDS; herpes, genital warts, syphilis, gonorrhea, etc. can all be transmitted through anal sex. You shouldn’t be having anal sex without a condom; it’s not worth the risk to either partner.) Take it slow (really slow) Though it does feel great  for the guy (top one!) , if you don’t go slow, you could seriously injure your partner
Always communicate with your partner. As with any sexual activity, communication is essential. Talk about what you want to do, discuss beforehand your desires, tell your partner what you like and don’t like while engaging in anal intercourse. Basically, be open about your preferences and feelings, and, be receptive to theirs. Talk to her(him) while you’re doing it and tell her(him) to relax.Relaxation is the Key
We’ve all heard the snide comments about what a certain uptight person might have up their butt, but the truth is that if you’re feeling anxious, the last thing you need is someone poking around up there!  When you’re ready to begin your anal adventures, don’t jump right in.  Make sure that both you and your partner in crime have enjoyed plenty of foreplay.  Consider relaxing with a sexy bubble bath or fun, erotic game.  Take your time exploring each other’s bodies, ensuring that pleasure is the only thing on your mind.   Having a drink and watching porn can be helpful.

Tip 2: Lube, lube, lube

One of the most important thing to remember when thinking about anal sex is that, unlike the vagina, the anus isn’t self-lubricating: you gotta bring your own grease. And, the more lube you use, the better. It will make the initial penetration much more easy and less painful for the woman and make the whole experience, for both of you, much more pleasant. All kinds of lube are used for anal sex, from spit to Vaseline to high-tech silicone-based lubes.(someone suggested olive oil, butter and Crisco but I haven’t tried any of them.) I strongly recommend spending a little money to get a high quality water-based lubricant; remember, an oil-based lubricant like Vaseline will degrade the latex in a condom, destroying its usefulness. my recommend products are AstroGlide or KY Jelly, available in any drug store. Note, though a condom may be “lubricated”, they typically don’t offer as much lube as you need for anal sex. There are some lubes that last long but dealing with them is not easy. Re- lubing when it takes you long is necessary, it might sound stupid to stop your activity in the middle just to use more lube but it’s worth doing it.

note:There are some specialty lubes designed for anal sex that include an anesthetic to numb the human’s sensation and make anal sex less painful. Don’t use these, you have to feel the pain to know you’re doing something wrong!

Tip 3: Start Small: Simply put, a penis is an awful big to be the first thing you stick up someone’s butt . Better to start with something smaller and work your way up. Fingers are an excellent beginning point. Use one finger, then two, to initiate your partner into the mysteries of anal penetration. Try it while performing oral sex for an extra thrill. Be sure your fingernails are trimmed, not to forget the lube, and you might even want to wear latex gloves.
As your partner gets used to your fingers, you might graduate to a butt plug or a small dildo. Dildos are available in all shapes and sizes. Go shopping together to get one she(he) thinks she(he) can handle. Remember, though, don’t put the dildo into the vagina after putting it into the anus. (not for M-M actions!) The safest way is to put a condom on the dildo before using it, and to wash it thoroughly immediately after.

Tip 4: Turnabout is Fair (not much useful for gays !): Whether you’re trying to convince someone to have anal sex or trying to figure out how to do it in a gentle, pain free manner, there’s no better preparation that exploring anal play with yourself.
A partner is much more likely to consent to anal sex if she’s seen that you’re open to being on the receiving end as well. Encourage her to use her fingers inside of you, or even purchase a butt plug or small dildo and let her use that. Once she’s seen you’re willing to do it, it’ll be hard for her to resist exploring it as well.
Of course, anal play on yourself is a great way to learn how anal sex feels and to learn how to make it more comfortable for your partner. You might also be surprised just how much you like it and you can use your skills later during personal pleasures aka jerk-off

Tip 5: Clear the Way: Before having anal sex, the woman should have a good, complete bowel movement. If she doesn’t, the man may find himself encountering far more fecal matter than he might have liked (i.e. packing the fudge). Now, for some people doing this on-command might not be the easiest thing, and straining to defecate is not healthy. A high fiber diet may help things along and is good for your health in any case.
Of course, if you really want to clean things out in a hurry, you can purchase an enema from any drug store. There’s some controversy about this; some people feel having an enema first can actually increase the irritation during anal sex. If you’re going to go the enema route, we’d recommend doing it several hours before you plan to have anal sex, rather than right before the act.

And the last thing, try different positions to find the most pleasurable and comfortable. there are as many positions available as vaginal sex, use your creativity! Personally I suggest not to start with positions he can get really deep and you can do nothing.

Do everything in the right way and you’re gonna enjoy it. Or should i dedicate the next post  to writing about anal injuries and diseases?!!

related links:

http://www.sexinfo101.com/ic_anal.shtml

http://www.ashleysextoys.com/store/viewinfo.asp?id=55

wolves vs. vampires

note: sometimes you need fairies to help you spread your seeds on the mattress!( and i couldn’t find a proper picture!)

 

 

One thousand and I didn’t look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? It was what put me here, on the road to eternal life. And eternal loneliness.
In a thousand years, I’ve had countless lovers: peasants, nobles, stable boys, whores, even two kings. But none of them filled the void within me. Something was always missing, something vital that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
By the year 2005, I had all but given up. Sitting in a dark window seat, of an even darker house, I was contemplating suicide. My home was quiet enough for such introspection. There’s a distinct advantage to people believing your home is haunted; an even bigger advantage when the city officials are too terrified to tear it down.
Needing to feed only once a month left me plenty of time to think. And to play. My amusement of choice came in the form of fucking with the kids, the ones who dared each other to come close enough to look into the front bay window of the rotting, haunted Magnolia House. A fleeting glimpse of…something…would send them off. I could hear their screams two blocks away, and many times, I laughed until I hurt.
The first time I realized I wasn’t alone, I didn’t know what to think. I felt the pull–an irresistible need to find out who–or what–had stumbled into my hunting grounds. Atlanta was mine and I wasn’t interested in sharing.
The first night I saw my new visitor, I was hunting. Body and hunger sated, I was making my way back home when I noticed movement in a shadowed corner where two derelict warehouses met. Curiosity got the better of me and I moved closer. That was my first mistake. Fingernails sharp as broken glass sliced through the sleeves of my coat as my attacker slammed me back against a wall. Full moon overhead? I knew what had me.
My second mistake? Finding a dangerous sort of beauty in the yellow eyes staring back at me. I should have run, but I couldn’t. Couldn’t look away from him. But he was hungry; I knew that look as well. Before I had a chance to react, he struck.
My head slammed back against the wall of the warehouse as his teeth sank into my throat. When I tried to fight back, a hand shot up, pinning me with a death grip. His body, muscular and hard as steel, ground into mine, like he was determined to fuck me through the wall. And there was no doubt in my mind–I would have let him.
I wanted him. I wanted him so much that I would anything to get him.
My assailant jerked away from me so suddenly it left us both dazed. He stumbled backward; hunger, fear, confusion, all warring with each other in his eyes. Oh, he still looked like a man…to an extent. His body was certainly that of a man’s, clothes shredded and hanging in rags from an imposing frame. Thick ebony fur covered his exposed chest, tapering off the lower it got. By the time my gaze reached the waist of what were once jeans, I could see the hair was sparse, and I couldn’t help but wonder if those thick curls surrounded his cock.
Only when he growled  did I realize I was staring, quite intently at that. His arms were not as thickly-covered, nor were his legs. He was not fully shifted, but his teeth were down, canines that looked like they could tear steel into shreds. I lifted a hand to my neck. The wound was already closing, and the look in his eyes turned to cautious curiosity.
“What are you?” Oh. A man could come just from listening to that voice. Pure, thick, deep. When he spoke, I could feel the vibrations in my own chest.
“I am certainly not your kind,” I said, watching in utter fascination as half-shifted wolf gave way to a man. The black hair lessened to a light dusting over his chest with the same small patch stretching down his torso. Canines receded, while the eyes remained a watchful yellow.
“You are not human.” He shivered slightly, but for the moment, I resisted the urge to go to him. Instead, I took off my coat and held it out to him. He looked at it, then at me.
“Take it. Cold does not affect me.”
One thick-muscled arm stretched out to snatch the leather coat out of my hand. How I wanted to taste him, to feel those long fingers deep inside me…
“Why?”
The question admittedly caught me off-guard. “A wolf can survive extended periods of cold, but a man cannot. Would you care for somewhere to sleep? Perhaps some…less worn…clothing?”
“Why?” Damn, but this man had too many questions!
“Is your vocabulary so limited? I’m sure I could arrange for a tutor or-”
“My vocabulary is just fucking fine,” he growled, baring teeth, body tensing.
I shook my head, clicking my tongue at him. I wondered how far I could push him until he got tired of me and finished the job he’d started on. “Come now,” I chastised him. “Is that any way to treat someone trying to help you?”
A deeper growl was all the warning I had before I found myself captive, quite literally. He had both of my wrists in one hand and I could feel the delicate bones popping and grinding as he held my arms above my head. With his other hand, he ripped my shirt right down the front and tossed the shredded remains to the ground. Personally, I prefer kisses easy and gentle, with the intent to explore and taste. All that changed the second his mouth crushed mine, teeth biting and scraping, tongue so deep I was sure I was going to choke.
But God, I wanted more. Devour me. Rip me to shreds. Just don’t stop kissing me.
He was hard against me, cock feeling impossibly big, throbbing against my own. With his other hand, he freed us both, then long fingers coaxed us to release. I came first, screaming into his brutal kiss as blood mixed with saliva. Only a second later, he jerked away and howled, throat arching as liquid heat spilled over his fist and our cocks. That neck, so irresistibly inviting… I gave him no warning, just bit down, body shuddering as his blood, rich and thick and sweet, poured over my tongue. I’d only had a quick taste before he pulled me away, yellow eyes narrowed in warning.
Then he was gone. Just like that.
The last I saw was a sleek black wolf as it disappeared around a corner. At my feet was my leather jacket. I bent to pick it up and on an impulse, I sniffed it.
Him.
His scent was all over it–his sweat, his blood, his seed, him. I looked toward the end of the alley and smiled. We would meet again. Of that, I had no doubt. Draping my coat over one arm, I left the alley, mind on nothing but a wolf in man’s clothing. Whatever had possessed me only moments before to want such a dangerous creature still had its talons deep inside me. I was so lost in my thoughts–remembering his smell, his taste, his touch–that I didn’t realize I was home until I looked up to see the rotting carcass of Magnolia House.
Just before slipping through the gap between the iron gate and the brick wall to which it was attached, I looked out into the dark street. Something within me hoped he was out there, watching me with even half the interest I now had in him. Neighborhood teenagers were fun to scare, but fear can be a two-edged sword–sweet and bitter and oh-so-addictive. My new visitor? He inspired fear…and hunger and desire. Halloween was coming soon. I wondered, as I closed my front door behind me, if I would run into my visitor. I hoped I would.
* * *
If I had to pick a favorite holiday, hands down, it would be Halloween. It was the only time I could go out and blend in perfectly. No one batted an eye if they suddenly found themselves dancing with a vampire. In terms of costumes, mine was far from the most outrageous. So, with a ruffled poet’s shirt, tight black pants, black boots, and cape, I went out to see what sort of fun I could pick up. Sometimes feeding ended in death for the unfortunate soul stuck with me, and sometimes… Well, sometimes, I had a bout of goodwill.
Finding myself in one of the more festive nightclubs downtown, I mixed and mingled, flashing fangs at those who looked hard enough. No one believed they were real, and that was fine by me. Finding a very good representation of a medieval lord, I took him out onto the dance floor. He was lacking. Very lacking. I quickly became bored, and I imagine he did as well, considering he left without me quite noticing. My attention had been well-diverted to the front door.
There he was. My new visitor, the tempest I had collided with in an alley only two nights before. His clothes were much more fitting, almost tailored to his body. Now he did look like a lord, moving easy in his skin. Much different from the creature I had encountered before. No longer in tattered jeans, he wore pants of rich burgundy. His shirt was white, opened just enough at the top to make my mouth water. Lord, but he was predatory, even in this form. Yellow eyes scanned the room. Then that stare settled on me. I could feel it sweep over me and a shiver followed it, from the soles of my feet to the ends of my hair.
Before I knew he had even moved, I was flush against him, our bodies sliding and grinding in time to the pounding rhythm of the house music. He was already hard, hungry. I could see it in his eyes, the way he stared at me. For him, I would spread myself out as a banquet.
“Now will you tell me who you are?” he asked. Even in human form, his voice was beyond mesmerizing.
“Ian Godwin, at your service.”
He smiled at that. I should have been worried.
“And you?” I barely managed to get the words out before I was flat against a wall, his mouth over mine, tongue probing deep. He never stopped moving, never stopped dancing, grinding his body against mine as we kissed. When he finally broke the kiss, we were both breathless.
“Gabriel,” he said, mouth moving over my chin, my throat, teeth nipping. “Gabriel Devereaux.” Then he stopped just as his lips brushed over my jugular vein. “Delicious,” he growled softly.
Twisting my fingers in his hair, I pressed his mouth to my neck, all but begging to feel his teeth sink into my flesh. He obliged without a word, tongue flicking out to taste before his fangs pierced my skin. The movements of his body mirrored the rhythm of his feeding: hard and almost desperate. His hands slid under my shirt, hot against my chest, my sides. I felt every sucking pull from my neck to my cock, the steady rhythm driving me mad with need. When he pulled away this time, he was kind enough to lick the wounds, urging them to heal.
“Come.”
It was a single word that held many meanings for me at that moment. I followed him out of the club and we walked quietly for half a block before stopping at the opening to another alley. Not quite my idea of a long night of fucking, but then he flashed me a toothy grin and stepped through a door I hadn’t even realized was there. Reaching out of the darkness inside, he took my hand and pulled me into the warehouse.
It wasn’t quite as dismal on the inside as the outside suggested. In fact, it wasn’t far from what my own home looked like. We walked deeper into the interior of the warehouse via a narrow hallway. When the hallway opened up, we were in what must have been a lobby. Gabriel led the way through a door on the right and into an office. A single mattress, rather well-kept, sat on the floor near the middle of the room. Boxes were stacked, some waist-high, along the walls. After closing the door behind us, Gabriel leaned against it, pulling me back against him.
“You have fed?” he asked, breath blowing over my right ear as he began to undress me. His fingers deftly worked open my pants, letting them fall to the floor. Long fingers curled around my cock, he stroked me slowly, every slow slide of his hand drawing another shudder up my spine.
“I do not need to feed now. Once a month is enough for me.” I sucked in a sharp breath as his fingernails scratched my shaft. Looking down, whatever words I might have thought to say, caught in my throat as I watched claws stroke over me, leaving bright trails of blood in their wake. Fire blazed through me when his fist closed around me again, my blood the perfect lubricant.
“Fuck me,” I heard myself say.
A dark chuckle was Gabriel’s only answer as he pushed me toward the bed, releasing my cock. I was painfully hard, more so when I looked down to run my finger through the blood. I brought my hand to my lips to lick it clean, shivering as the taste settled within me. I heard his clothes drop to the floor and then Gabriel had me pinned to the wall. He kept one hand on the back of my neck and spread my legs with his foot. Two fingers slipped into my mouth and I sucked on them, wetting them, moaning as more of his taste seeped into me. Then the fingers were pushing deep inside me, curling to stroke over my gland roughly.
I jerked and shouted, body tensing as Gabriel fucked me with his fingers, torturing me until I was near begging. He pressed close and laughed, tongue sliding along my shoulder. Then sharp, searing pain shot through me as he thrust inside me. I threw my head back and he bit down on my throat, drinking deeply as he pounded me into the wall, thrusts hard and unrelenting. I reached back with both hands and grabbed his hips, using what leverage I could find to entice him. When he thrust in, I met him, backing into him as his cock stretched me to the point of pain.
He was not feeding. I realized that when I felt no pull, no flow of blood. Lord above, he marked me. Somehow, some way, I was now his. I cried out as I came then, my cock spasming as my body sucked him in deeper, demanding his release as well. With a guttural growl that echoed into my soul, he gave in, throbbing deep inside me as he filled me with his seed.
It took us both several seconds to gather enough wits to move. He pulled out of my neck first, then out of my ass. I slumped against the wall, panting and shaking. I heard him drop to the mattress and he laughed as he fell back. I could only stare at him in bewilderment. When had the tables turned? I felt like I missed something, but at the same time, I felt like I finally had caught something quite important.

Deep Impact

The first encounter completely freaked me out, but really set the stage for the others. At the time, I was crashing after a wild drunken party at a lesbian couple’s apartment. They were pretty cool, and I often slept over. They would “retire” to their room and I would crash on the couch. One night, they had some of their gay friends over for a party and I and one of the gay friends crashed in the living room while they went to their room. I just about passed out on the couch, but I occasionally opened one eye to see what Scott was doing on the other couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. Eye open: see Scott on couch. etc. But then, I took a look, and Scott wasn’t on the couch. He was lying on the floor next to MY couch. Yikes! I pretended to be asleep, and next thing I knew, Scott was on the couch, on top of me, working down towards my crotch. He opened me up and gave me a blow job that I still remember to this day. Next morning, I pretended like I remembered nothing and left and went back to my dorm on base.

At that time, guys were boarded two to as many as four in a room. This is not basic training where everyone is in one large open bay-room. This is a duty assignment, and the dorms are pretty much like college dorms. In my case, two to a room.

I’m not exactly a party-animal. I like to go drinking at the NCO club, but then I generally come home and go to bed. But Bill (my room-mate) was quite the opposite. He came home late, drunk, often. And as often as not, not alone. We both drank pretty heavily (hey, we’re in the military, with free-money and nothing else to do), and I was usually passed-out before he got home. He would come home with some bimbo he had picked up at some club, and I’d wake up to see the silhouette of the two of them against the backdrop of the only window in the room. Her on top, him on top, doggie style… whatever. At least a few times I woke up to find an orgy going on - several guys and gals getting it on on the bed, the floor, in the hall, the bathroom… you name it. But I never got involved. I dunno why. It would have been easy to slip out onto the floor and grabbed the nearest wench in the near total darkness and have at it. But I didn’t. I either feigned (or was actually) passed out, and just slept it off.

One night, after a particularly drunken dorm party, I awakened to find Bill was actually lying beside me in my bed. The memory is kind of confused because I was quite drunk. But I know for sure that he either jerked me off, or blew me while I was laying there half-asleep. When he was done, I faked “waking up” by rolling and “falling out of the bed.” I acted like I noticed nothing and staggered off to the bathroom. When I came back, Bill was in his own bed and already snoring.

You have NO idea what effect that had on me. From that point on, I was consumed by the fantasy of Bill just fucking the shit out of me in every way conceivable. And I set out to make it happen. I took to falling asleep on TOP of the covers, with nothing on. For weeks, nothing. Then one night, he stumbles in quite drunk. I’m more than a bit tipsy myself. Next thing I know, he’s laying on the bed beside me again. This time I am quite aware of him jerking me off. But this time, I am also ready. Again, I fake “sleep” (lying with my butt UP) but at the same time, I make sure that the jar of Vaseline that I have laid next to my pillow is plainly visible. There’s a pause, in which I’m not sure WHAT he is doing. There’s no sound. Then, I feel something pushing gently between by ass cheeks. I CANNOT believe this is happening, and I sure as hell can’t believe that I actually set it up! But the deed is done now, and there’s no backing out. Next thing I know he’s probing around with that dick, looking for my asshole. He finds it and presses. Just a bit. I start to feel my asshole widen to accept him in. I’m almost panicking now. What the hell have I done? Can I stop it now? But before I can decide what to do, he pushes one good push and he’s IN. There’s no turning back now. He pushes ALL THE WAY in - to the hilt. Its painful, but not so painful that I don’t find myself immediately enjoying the “full” feeling. And the imagination running wild in my head is even greater. I’m impaled, under the weight of his much larger body. He’s between my legs so I can’t close them - they are held permanently apart giving him full access to by ass. He begins thrusting. Eventually, he falls over against my back and I’m now supporting his entire weight on my back and ass. He is thrusting wildly and deeply and I’m absolutely helpless to resist. Sure, I could make a major scene and yell STOP - but frankly, I didn’t WANT him to stop. He fucked and fucked my asshole until I thought I was gonna pass out. But I didn’t. Wave after wave of this completely new sensation poured over every inch of my back and ass, and I was on the verge of passing out myself when he came. I could feel the warmth of his cum, but deep inside me. After he came, he lay with his whole dead-weight on my back. I was pressed into the bed, immovable, inescapable, while he slept there, with his dick still in my ass. I can’t believe how “dreamy” the sensation was - and I fell asleep there too. When I awoke, he was gone (in his own bed).

I knew I couldn’t let that be the last of it. Over the next months, I arranged several more such encounters. One of my favorites was when he showed up drunk one night, but not so drunk that he didn’t know what he was doing. I like that best. It started out as me almost taking advantage of his condition to get what I wanted. But this time, he was not so drunk that I didn’t get it without him knowing full well what he was doing.

I was “asleep” on my bed, again, but this time on my back with my head near the edge of the bed. He has to walk past the head of my bed to get to the bathroom. And when he did, he stopped and turned my direction (I’m peeping just a little bit through my closed eyes). He turns and goes on to the bathroom, and I hear the shower come on. Later, as he comes back past my bed, he again turns my way, but this time he is completely naked. The past encounter had been doggie-style ass fucking. So I had never actually SEEN his dick before, up close. But this time I did. I got a real close look at it because he was standing right next to my bed with this thing pointing, yes pointing, at my face. It was enormous. All I’d ever seen was my own, which was about 5″ when fully erect. This was at least a good 8 inches long, but slender. Not much bigger around than my own - just much longer. It was perfectly shaped. No odd curve, no rounded bubble-shaped head - just a smooth, straight, slender arrow with a nicely pointed head (if you have ever seen Peter North’s member, you know what I’m seeing). Anyway, he takes a step closer to my bed - looking at me carefully to see if I’m “asleep” and perhaps close enough to see if he can smell alcohol. He can, and I appear to be quite passed out. So he steps closer. Now, his dick is actually hanging (standing) over my face. He takes his hand and presses the tip of it down until it just barely touches my lips. I remain absolutely still. He presses a bit more and begins to rub the head of his dick back and forth across my lips. Now I make my move. I move just a bit, turning a bit more towards him, and let my lips part a little bit, as if I’m breathing through my mouth. The head of his dick is still resting on my lips, but motionless. Now he begins to push it into my mouth. I feel the soft head pressing my lips apart and starting to wrap themselves around it. All the while, I’m laying there fully awake but pretending to be asleep. I’m thinking “this is it. The point of no return. If he pushes that thing into my mouth, I’m officially giving head.” And he does.

With a little thrust, he pops the whole head of his dick into my mouth. My lips offer no resistance at all - just spread apart by the thrust of this shaft, they open wide and let this monster in. Again, Bill stops and remains motionless for a while. I’m lying there, with this dick in my mouth and just wondering where does it go from here? Well, I found out where it was going! He begins to push in and out. His head is so soft. I feel the rim of it rubbing on the roof of my mouth and my tongue. In and out, slowly, just a little bit. I notice that there’s a little bit of some fluid coming out of the tip. It has a somewhat bitter taste, but not at all unpleasant. In and out, he continues this for a couple of minutes. By now, his thrusts are reaching the back of my throat. There’s a little bit of an urge to gag, but I manage to suppress it. But there is another problem. In this position, he’s “shooting” straight at the back of my mouth, but not down my throat. He can’t “turn the corner” in this position, and by now, I definitely want him to turn the corner. I have to take a risk. I am going to have to move, but there’s no way I can do it while continuing to feign sleep. If I move, I’m going to have to let him know that I am fully aware of what’s happening. If I don’t move, it’s gonna end here pretty much. But I want this thing down my throat. I’m looking at pubic hair that I desperately want to bury my nose in. So, I make the move. Still laying on my back, I move back a bit, then move up a bit so my head is tipping over the edge of the bed. Sure enough, he follows to the new position and immediately goes back to the back of my mouth. His dick is as large around as my mouth, so I’m opening as wide as I can to keep my teeth off his shaft. Soon, he’s probing at the back of my throat again. He stops, and slowly pushes. My throat expands to allow him in, and he goes in another inch or two. And stops. At this point, I can still breath, so he rests there for a few minutes. I notice now that he is gently caressing the sides and back of my head. He’s holding my head in place while he fucks my mouth! I discovered, now, that there is a SECOND opening that his head has to pass through. This one is a good bit tighter than than the back of my mouth. It’s also farther down. I don’t know what it is, but it’s a tight muscle much like spinster of my asshole. It takes a good bit of pushing to force through it. And when it does, it does so with a slight “pop” - not the noise, but the sudden breaking-through when the head passes through and recluses behind it. It’s now firmly held in my throat.

But Past this point, I also cannot breath. I push him back a bit so the head pops back out of that opening, back into the back of my mouth. I get a BIG breath and then pull him back in. Again, it pops through and squeezes tight behind it. This is also a bit more uncomfortable. I can’t breath, and stretching this muscle opening makes it sore. But I pull him in farther anyway. There’s still a good 3 inches of dick that hasn’t entered yet, and I desperately want those pubes resting on my face and I want those balls to rest on my face also. I pull in more, but I’m running out of breath. I push out, get a breath, and pull back in. But I don’t have much time between breaths so this time I pull ALL the way in! Because I’m laying on my back, his balls are now resting on my eyes, and the base of his shaft rests on the underside of my nose. He goes wild now, and I just lay there. With him thrusting in and out, forcefully, I begin to have trouble suppressing the gag reflex. But it hardly matters because my throat is completely plugged - there’s nothing coming up any way it goes. So I just pull him in and out and take all 8 inches of that rod in and out, from the tip to the base.

I can’t suppress the noise of my gagging, but it doesn’t matter - he can’t hear me over his own load groaning now anyway. One last time, I pull him out, get a breath, and pull him back all the way in. This time, I hold him in tightly and move my head about and constrict my throat muscles as much as I can. When he comes, I feel it all deep inside. It’s warm, seems almost hot. But I can’t taste any of it. I pull him out so the last few squirts can come inside my mouth. His semen is kind of pungent, slightly bitter tasting, but not at all unpleasant.

Besides, in this horny condition of mine, it wasn’t the taste of cum, but the fact of cum. I was eating cum, and a large amount of it too. I never come come this much, but Bill has one huge blast deep in my throat, and several more, smaller ones in my mouth that fill it nearly up anyway. Cum is squeezing around his shaft and coming out of my lips, pooling on my chin, and cheeks. He continues shallow thrusts, pushing some of the come into the back of my throat where I really have no choice but to swallow it. But that’s what I wanted anyway. He remains there, now, motionless for a minute or two. I wish I could see what I look like, laying there, with a huge dick pressed all the way into my face, gently caressing this guys balls and thighs.

There were other encounters later, with other guys. One of them during one of Bill’s orgy parties. At the next such party, I slipped out of bed and on top of some chick (I never knew who), and she didn’t care either. I didn’t fuck her, I just laid on top of her and sucked on her nipples. I have a pretty good idea, (almost sure) who it was because the size of her breasts was enormous, and the Air Force ejects overweight people with frightful efficiency. This girl had enormous breasts, and I knew who she must have been and she was discharged from the AF not too long after this event. It’s sad because she was not at ALL overweight, she just had these huge tits. But as I laid there in the pitch dark, someone started groping me from behind. With both hands on my hips, they could not tell who I was (or even what sex). But as this guy groped me, the girl under me moaned and whimpered. I’m not sure, but it seemed that this guy assumed that he was on top of the girl he heard! We’re all drunk and it’s pitch black - who could tell? As I felt his dick probing around, I directed it to my asshole. As soon as he started pounding me, I entered and pounded this girl under me. I can remember thinking “He thinks he’s fucking this chick, and in fact he’s fucking my asshole.” Shit, the knowledge of that sent me over the edge. I filled this gals cunt with as much cum as this guy filled my ass with.