March 19th, 2013, 09:08 AM
straight forced to service and tortured
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I'm a straight guy who fantasizes a lot about big cock plowing my throat. I don't find men attractive but I am really turned on by having a big cock in my face. Maybe from watching too much porn. Who knows. I've been searching sex hook up sites for a couple of years but can never find someone authentic that I trust with my health. To limit exposure, I prefer to find other men who don't fuck and only want their cocks sucked. I've only had 4 opportunities o serve in 5 years. Only one lived up to my fantasies.
In September I was horny and cruising www.manhunt.com looking for an opportunity to serve a big cock. I don't really have good technique as a cocksucker, but I do have a naturally deep throat with little or no gag reflex, and I get very turned on by having a strong pair of hands forcing my mouth down over a big juicy cock, gagging for air as I'm getting my throat fucked real slow and deliberate. I tend to lean towards the masochistic side as well and if I could get a top to work my meat and nips over while feeding me, it would be ideal.
Manhunt has a search feature that allows you to search for what makes you hot. I put 8" cock, under 65 years old, HIV neg, top, rough, and bondage as parameters. 4 pages of ads in my area came up and on the third page I found one listed as a "hung top feeder" that sounded too hot.
Details of the ad said he was looking for "Expert cocksuckers for long, slow servicing of his large insatiable cock". It went on to say that if you showed up and wasted his time by not being and "expert cocksucker", there would be a price to pay and that he had a sadistic side.
I responded saying he'd like what I had to offer and told him where I was located. He asked if I was available now and when I replied yes, gave me his address and asked how long it would take for me to get there. I told him 1-1/2 hours. He answered "I'll be waiting and you better know how to please my cock or you'll regret coming", which just turned me on more. I knew the spot outside of Ocala, in the country with a lot of horse farms. The idea that it was probably isolated turned me on. He gave me directions and told me to pull about 200 yards down the driveway till I saw a house on the left and barn on the right. I should park my car in front of the barn and walk in and walk into the barn. He told me to wear shorts, t-shirt socks and sneakers. Nothing else. I complied and in 1-1/2 hours, after fantasizing about what was coming the whole time, I was pulling into the driveway with no other houses in sight.
I got out of the car and entered the barn with my heart racing, cock semi-erect and my pants wet from my cock dripping for the whole trip. As I entered the barn, there was a tall skinny ugly guy about 50 years old who also looked kind of dirty. All he was wearing were high work boots, a T-shirt and a thick metal cock ring. His cock was exactly as pictured in his profile. 8-1/2", white skin, thick, veiny, uncut, with the foreskin tightly stretched over half of the large purple head that had a big piss slit. There were a couple of horses in the barn. He turned to look at me and ordered me closer and to turn around so he could "tie his new cocksucker". I complied. He tied wrists behind my back my with thick, coarse twine and said nothing as he pulled my shorts and underwear off over my sneakers. He put a hand on my shoulder immediately, pushed me to my knees in front of him and I felt a hand around the back of my head pushing my face towards that cock which was getting harder. It pushed past my lips and he ordered me "show me what you got and make it good or you won't like what happens next". I took the head in my mouth and started working it as best I could, then took it deeper slowly until I had all but an inch down my throat and started to gag a little which is when he grabbed the back of my neck and forced the rest down, holding it there for a while and ordering me to use my lips to work the base of his cock. It wasn't long before he slapped me across the face as he withdrew his cock from my mouth which was now connected to my lips with thick strings of drool. It was clear my skills weren't up to his level.
He took another 4 ft piece of twine and tied it tightly around the base of my balls and wound it around the sack, then led me to a hitch for the horses and tied my balls to the hitch, and telling me not to move. He left the barn and went towards the house, returning a few minutes later with a milk crate. He put it down and went back to the house again. This time I saw him walk behind the barn with a plastic chair from the porch and a bucket. My mind was racing because I had no idea what the fuck was going to happen. When he returned, he placed a wooden bench in the middle of a stall and led me there by my balls ordering me to lay on my back with my head hanging over the end of the bench. He took the lid off off the milk crate and pulled out a long clear pumping cylinder and a metal hand pump. He slid the cylinder over my cock attached the pump and put his cock in my mouth again. This time, he took the back of my neck in his hand, pulled up, arching my head back and in one slow, steady motion he went straight in to the balls and held it there as he started using the pump on my meat. He continued pumping my meat while fucking my throat with long, slow strokes burying the whole cock each time and every 10-15 strokes he'd hold it in with his balls pressed against my nose for a good 30 seconds at a time. This continued for at least 45 minutes with my cock and balls pumped to the extreme the whole time he was slow fucking my throat. They looked deformed but the ache felt incredible.
He withdrew again, ordered me to stand up with my feet about 3 feet apart. I stood there with drool all over my face and chest trying to catch my breath. He sat in front of me and measured two lengths of the twine that reached from my crotch to the floor. He tied one of them tightly around my balls and the other tightly behind the head of my cock. He stretched each piece down to the floor and tied a knot marking where the twine met the floor with my legs spread like that. Next he took out lead scuba diving weights that weighed 2.5 lbs each. and tied two to the string attached to my balls so that just the corner of the weights touched the ground when they hung from my balls. Then he attached 2 of the same to the string around the head of my cock. This time though, he adjusted the twine so that my hard erect cock was pulled down so that it pointed parallel to the floor with the weight resting flat on the floor. I had no idea what he was doing. Reaching for the box again e took out a plastic jar and reached in and put what looked like a glob of vaseline on his fingertips but when he applied it, I could smell that it was bacon grease which struck me as odd. I thought at first that he was going to let the horses chew on my cock. He stroked my very swollen cock shaft with it but never touched the head. After rubbing a good amount of it into my shaft and leaving it thoroughly greased, he took more and started roughly working it into my swollen balls too. Once he finished there, he pulled a basting brush and a jar of honey out of the box and began to put a heavy coat of honey on the head of my cock. What the fuck was he doing.
He tied a shove handle just under my knees to work as a spreader bar keeping my legs apart. Next, he picked up the weights, put them in my hands which were tied behind my back, put a thick leather collar on my neck with a long rope attached and let me out the back of the barn to a field where he had placed the chair and the bucket under an oak tree. As we approached the tree I could see water in the bucket and just in front of the chair which was facing me, was a fire ant mound about a foot around. I started to feel a sense of panic now but my cock was still hard as a rock. He positioned me over the mound, legs spread and threw the rope tied to my collar over an overhead branch of the tree, pulled it tight and tied the other end to the d-ring in the collar too. Then he stands in front of me and says "Do you know what fire ants eat?.........Fats and sugars! That's what they eat Faggot! I told you not to come out here unless you were a cocksucking expert".
He tried to take the weights from my hand but I resisted out of fear. He struck my balls hard and ordered me to give him the weights. This time I let go of them when he reached for them. He stood in front of me now with one weight in each hand holding them over the quiet ant mound. He told me to say "I'm a cock sucking pig that lives for cock and I will learn to pleasure your cock correctly". I repeated it and just as I finished, he dropped the weights and let them fall to the fire ant mound positioned below my pumped, bound and swollen cock and balls, then sat in the chair in front of me to watch what would happen, stroking his cock slowly the whole time.
The ants began to swarm on the weights immediately and he said to me "they have an excellent sense of smell. I put some of the fat on the twine leading up to your meat too."
They steadily started climbing up the twine but not as many as I expected at first. He explained that a few workers will go investigate and if they find food for the swarm, they return to the hive leaving a trail of hormones for the rest to follow. And that is exactly what happened. At least 100 arrived on my cock and balls within a 5 minutes. What I didn't know is that they bite first to hold on and then they sting. As I panted, screamed, moaned and groaned, he just sat there stoking that amazing cock with a smile on his face.
After about 5 minutes of agony, my swollen cock and balls were covered in ant bites, my meat was bleeding and on fire. The ants seemed to prefer the honey on the head of my cock and the pain from the bites was intense. He stood up untied my collar and ankles and threw the bucket of water on me to get rid of the ants but a few still hung on. He used the rope to my collar to pull my head down to his cock and ordered me to say "Feed me please". I said it and he immediately forced the head in my mouth. His hand kept pumping and I could feel his knob pulsing as his cum exploded in my mouth.
I spent 3 more hours there that day having my throat fucked and he came in my mouth 3 times.
Can't stop thinking about it. He sent an email last week for the first time since September, saying that my training needed to continue and was looking for a time I would come back.