Firsthand Knowledge

Author: reddywhp
Title: Firsthand Knowledge
Date: 19 May 2007

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You lock the muzzle with a small rubber gag in place. It gives me something to gnaw on. It won't be long before I start drooling. The blindfold slides on taking away my sight. The velcro straps behind my head are wide and covered in leather. The front is wide and soft padded leather designed to fit over my nose. Mitts go on next. Black leather sheaths over my hands, forcing them into fists. It's lined leather, smooth and snug, thin but strong. I hear the click as the small locks fit into place.

Helping me up off the floor where I'd been kneeling while you fit me, you guide me backwards into the sling. After I get in, you attach my mitts to chains from the supports above my head, but with enough slack so that I can rest my hands at my neck or so. It keeps me from playing with myself and from interfering with you, but prevents stress on my shoulder and lets me stretch out in case of cramping, letting me stay in the sling longer. Then you slide my combat-booted feet into the stirrups.

Though I'm blindfolded, I can imagine what you're seeing: me, naked except for a muzzle, blindfold, mitts and my boots with white socks sticking out the top. My head rests in a cradle at the top of the the sling, able to rest without putting a kink in my neck. My chest is covered in a thick fur and yes, the beginning of a hint of sweat. You turned up the heat before I arrived. My balls are large and hang, though not loosely, below my shaft which has been throbbing constantly and at least half-hard since I knelt before you a short while ago.

Latex snaps suggestively as you pull on gloves, the black latex ones from the nearby shelf, I suspect. You gently stroke my cock & balls for a bit. My hard-on throbs more as you make me harder, get me even more horny. I shudder and let out a sigh around my gag and through the muzzle when you lightly brush the surface of my asshole. Teasing it, letting it twitch and pucker just a bit. Then you go for the lube, firmly gripping my shaft with enough lube to slide, but not so much that it's dripping.

You stroke until I moan and hump your hand. When you let go of my cock, I whimper as I continue thrusting against the air in frustration. Pleased with yourself and seeing how aroused you have me; you switch gears to focus on my ass. One lubed finger reaches out and massages the opening, slowly working your way in at your own pace despite how I may try to push down and take in your finger. You add lube as you go, putting in first one, then two, then three fingers, moving very slowly, smoothly pushing in deeper, stretching my hole a little more with little pumping.

Once you've loosened me some, you go for one of the plugs and slowly work it into my ass, adding more lube as you go. The plug doesn't just slide in, as you have spent time gauging how loose I am, or can be. You chose one that would take some work. A plug that would make me sweat for you. I can feel the small beads of sweat forming on my forehead as a trickle of drool escapes from the muzzle to run down my cheek.

The plug gives me a real stretch at its peak, and I grunt as it passes my sphincter and snaps itself into place. Satisfied, I feel your hands depart. Then you're back with rope, as you make a harness around my waist. The rope weaves me into the sling, and up and around to anchor the plug in place. You snake the rope up and around my cock and balls. I feel it snug around the base, and again as you wrap my balls separately from my shaft, giving them a bit of stretch. The pre-cum drips from my head and I can feel it run down my shaft as you wrap my balls.

You enjoy playing with my ass, but you like to do more, too. A little moan and a hint of a whimper escapes my throat as you start attaching the electro pads around my ass, cock and balls. My ass comfortably filled, you hook up the wires so that the paths cross my sphincter. When you turn on the TENS units really high, I'll clench down on the plug, fucking myself. You turn it on low, though, to start; something to keep my mind from wandering *too* far.

That's when you start with the clamps. I feel you placing them on my nipples, and then the ratcheting. You tighten them until just before I'd make a noise and then stop. How you know when is far enough isn't really on my mind at this point. The strange thing is I don't feel the clamps hanging off my nipples, it feels like they're tugging upwards, but with some give. That's when I remember seeing the small bungie cords that had been lying on the shelf as well.

As you turn up the electro to my ass, my head lolls to the side as I moan. Though you can't see, you know my eyes are rolling back into my head. Everything else is on automatic or tied in place, so you can focus where you want. I'll come quickly if you start stroking my cock... even come while soft when something's working my ass. You know that and, so decide that will have to wait.

Between the rope harness and the natural shape of a butt plug, it's not going anywhere. Between the constant pulsing of the electro and the stretch from the plug itself, though, my ass is slowly relaxing around the plug. Without the rope harness in place, the plug would eventually slip out. It's that kind of unplanned expulsion that hurts in un-fun ways.

Coming around behind the sling, you place your mouth next to my ear. I can feel your breath as you whisper to me. No macho affectation, nothing camp, just your voice: calm, quiet, firm. As you talk, I feel a tugging at the muzzle's head harness, and then again. In short order, my head is immobilized against the sling. All the while, you tell me things that you want me to hear, things that make my spine go tingly. As my head loses the last bit of mobility, I hear you tell me I'm being a good boy, and I can't help but let out a muffled "woof!" around the gag and through the muzzle.

You continue whispering in my ear and coax me to beg for more through my muzzle. As I whine like a hungry puppy through the muzzle, you ratchet the clamps on my nipples one notch tighter. With your voice in my ear, I find myself begging again and another notch tighter. I'm panting and whimpering as you wipe the sweat off my brow. You tug playfully at the bungee, testing its strength, and the strength of my nipples.

After you've worked my nipples for a while, you ease off, letting them settle and adjust to the new level of intensity. You turn down and then off the electro and loosen the rope harness. That's when you slowly tease out the plug that you worked in there earlier. You take your time, hearing me moan. Moans and groans are good signs. No fast movements are made with the plug. Even when it's just about out, you slow down even further, making the moment last.

Silence from you for a moment after you take out the plug. In the silence, I moan as I feel empty and loose. That's when you place the next plug against my hole. It's bigger and heavier, and it wants its turn. You lube it well, and being to insert it. When I seem to be too tense to take it, you start talking to me, calmly giving me instructions, helping me take the bigger toy for you. As you get me to relax, I feel you still working the plug. Working with my breathing, as my body relaxes, you slowly insert the larger plug. Occasionally backing off when the moans turn into whimpers, or pained sounds. Occasionally, but not always.

As the plug goes in, you take your time, feeling it stretch my hole open a little more. You know you're past the sphincter when it feels like I'm suddenly trying to suck it away from you, but you hold it - slowing its entry. Always adding more lube.

You slowly tease my ass with the plug that's there, pulling on it a little, pushing it in deeper. . . until when you tug on it, and it seems ready to come out... when I'm even more loose than before. That's when you pull it out, same as the last one. That's when you start lubing up your gloved hand and trying to work your way into my ass; to be the first man to give me his fist.