Cuddling on the
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One of my friends sent me a real story of one of his first kink experiences. It opened up his eyes and allowed him to feel more comfortable exploring other kinks. Check it out and post what you think, he’s interested in finding out.

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I’m 24 and its 1996.  I was going to rural school in the Pacific Northwest and there was a distinct shortage of sex opportunities.  Thankfully there was the internet, even though it was just beginning.

I started a conversation with a guy who lived in a town in Oregon.  He was older, late 50s if memory serves, but he had a handsome face and he assured me he kept good care of himself.  (I was a bit pickier about body shapes at that time, having never even heard of “bear” before)  After a couple of months of chatting, we agreed to meet.  I’d drive down to Medford and if things went well we’d have some fun.  After taking the necessary safety precautions for meeting someone at their place after only knowing them online, I set up the date.

I left early on a Saturday morning.  The drive down was uneventful and fast – though I have to admit being a little motivated towards speeding a bit.  I pulled into his driveway and have to admit I was impressed.  He had a nice place – not palatial, but decently sized and well maintained and it had a great view of the Rogue River.  There was an outbuilding with a military Hummer out front.  I pulled up, turned off the engine and braced myself – first meetings can be awkward and you never know how honest folks will be online.

From behind the outbuilding walked a man – tall, but not overly so.  Just shy of 6′ I think.  He was in army camos and sported a high and tight salt & pepper buzzcut and looked to be in excellent physical shape.  He smiled, which softened his features and turned me on – we shook hands in greeting.

Now prior to that day I’d never really done anything truly adventurous sexually.  I enjoyed vanilla sex and never really thought about doing anything more aside from a passing fantasy or two.  Well, we had agreed to a set of activities and he asked if I liked what I saw and if I was still interested in what we talked about.  I think he sensed my nervousness and stated plainly that if anything was going too far all I had to do is ask him to stop with a safe word.  Too bad I can’t remember what it was…  So after we agreed he started the fantasy.

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“Take your jock off and get in the tub!” And with those words my time as the piss boy began.

I had dabbled in mild piss play a few times before, but only with my Sir, and in the privacy of own our space, so those words were both alarming and exciting. As I knelt in the metal tub on the outside deck, in nothing more than my black “come fuck me” buckle boots, I felt the chill of apprehension run up my back. I had often thought about being the piss boy, and had seen plenty of flix involving one or more lucky boys, but never thought I would be able to push myself past the conventional mindset that piss play was dirty, nasty, and filthy. That all changed when I got on all fours.

The first few drops felt like a warm rain, which was ironic, given that fact that a huge storm had blow through the area an hour before. oughts that ran through my head as I knelt down and felt the first splash of warm piss on my back. I had always though of piss as nothing more than being dirty and disgusting (it happens when you are raised in a conventional, middle American home). Was I really going to let a bunch of guys use me a toilet? Didn’t I have more respect for myself than that? How is this going to help me in my training to be a better boy? Is this what is meant by service? How can this be pleasurable? Piss……REALLY??

Soon the few drops turned in to stream. One stream became two, which became three. I took a deep breath. I was officially the piss boy. The warmth of the piss made me relax even more as it flowed over me and fell into the tub and before I knew it, my knees were surrounded by a puddle. I went from feeling like this was going to be degrading to feeling like I was “the chosen one” to have the honor of being the piss boy. I felt a surge of pride that my Sir made me get in the tub.

I knelt in silence in the tub waiting for what was to happen next. I heard voices commenting on how hot that it had been, and encouraging others to give it a try. I was excited that word had spread that a piss boy was present and taking care of the guys who had been steadily drinking for a few hours already.  Within a few minutes, the flow of piss began again. A wave of entitlement fell over me as I felt more and more streams hit my ass and back. I was the chosen one. I was chosen to have the pleasure of servicing all these leathermen in their jocks. It struck me how much pleasure I take out of pleasing others, of how much I enjoy being a boy. The fact that I was in front of a group of friends and strangers didn’t matter to me, although being on public display took the enjoyment to another level.

I looked up from the tub and saw these men standing above me, pissing on me. I knew my service was not finished yet. I grabbed one by the waist and pulled him towards me. I took his pissing cock in my mouth and drank freely, letting it run down my throat, swishing it in my mouth, and all over my lips and face. It felt good…..very good. The guy grabbed the back of my head with his hands, and leaned back slightly so he could see my face, all covered in his warm piss. I grabbed another when he was empty, and did the same. Other kept pissing on me the entire time. My head was in a different place. Being used like this helped to tap into other areas that I have long been curious about…..objectification.

When things quieted down, I heard the familiar voice of my Sir. I looked up, and he placed a hand on my freshly buzzed Mohawk and tousled the stubble that was there. I felt the tiny drops of piss that were there fall on my face like a warm drizzle. At first I felt somewhat embarrassed by what had just happened. I also felt humiliated and used, like I had let myself down in some way. I felt like I meant nothing to these men, and was merely there for their entertainment. The look on his eye told me otherwise. I had gained his respect, I had gained personal growth and self respect, and I allowed myself to go somewhere that I had never been. Limits were addressed and pushed, emotional barriers came down and personal connection and satisfaction were gained.

Jay and I met at a weekend BDSM event put on by Discipline Corps. I was collared to Master Glen. Jay asked Master Glen for permission to play with me. Master Glen allowed it. Jay tied me spread eagle and standing in the playspace. Jay went through a multitude of play including spanking, TT, and sensory deprivation. When Jay had finished, I thanked him for his play and returned to Master Glen’s feet in the cigar lounge.

After a while, Jay came into the cigar lounge to speak with Master Glen. He asked Master Glen for permission to take me back to Jay’s hotel room for more BDSM play. Master Glen asked me if I wanted to do go back to Jay’s room. I told Master Glen that I would not be opposed to it. Master Glen gave the ground rules for the play: no blood, no drugs, and no sex. Jay and I both agreed. Master Glen sent us on our way.

When I walked into Jay’s room he ordered me to strip. I did and folded my clothes and placed them by the door. He then tied me spread eagle on the bed. He spanked me and then did some heavy back play. He stripped and stuck his cock in my face. I reminded him of the ground rules Master Glen had given. He jumped up off of the bed. The next thing I knew he wass behind me and slapped my ass. I was sure that more spanking will ensue. I felt Jay shove his cock deep into me. I screamed in pain and rage. I fought the restraints but I could not get out. At some point, my mind blanked out. I have no memory until I was curled up in a ball on the floor. Jay pushed me out in the hall and threw my clothes out behind me. He then slammed and locked the door. In a mental haze, I got dressed and drove home.

What can we learn from this incident? Trusting someone you just met is a dangerous thing? Allowing someone to tie you down without a trusted third party present can end badly? You will ask the questions that you will about my rape. I still ask questions. We didn’t I rip Jay limb from limb when he untied me? Was any of this my fault?

My advice is that you think when you play. Take the risks that you are comfortable with. If someone comes to you with an accusation of rape, do not question them but support them in anyway that they will let you.

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WildCuddler’s Comments:
If this does happen to you – get help, get the police involved, and get to a hospital. You may be embarrassed, but you may not have been the first and may not be the last. Also, by going to the hospital, they can give you emergency treatments for a variety of STDs you may have been exposed to. I know of at least one person that got HIV from a rape incident. There are emergency HIV treatments that can be effective. They can also run a “rape kit” on you to help prove what happened and catch the rapist.

I once met this guy who told me he had all the answers my bible did not. We met at a church social. How I ended up in that room with him and his friends, I will never fully know or understand.

I was spun around and made dizzy. I was shouted at and stripped naked. Cold hands touched my body. One man spit in my face. Another man kicked me down to my knees. My clothes were ripped off and my hands got cuffed. I was dragged over to the bench in the room. That’s when I saw it. The whip. Black leather with little knots at the end. My voice caught some place deep inside. My back was repeatedly struck with full force. Blinding, white pain filled my skin and yet even deeper. More insults and shouts were tossed my way. The pain burned so intensely that I could not even muster up a scream or a moan. Only deep heaving sighs echoed out of my mouth. My back had begun to welt up. Soon I felt warm droplets trickle down my back and down my legs.

The flogging continued. The men, amused that I was utterly weakened, taunted me more and more. They continued to whip, spit, and urinate on me. A crown of dull, barbed wire was placed on my head. One thorn punctured my forehead. A gurgle, and then finally, a scream came out. The sound was echoing and rattling in my throat. The scream was thick and heavy and hung in the air over the heads of these men. My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I lost the ability to hear things correctly.

I was removed from the bench. They wrapped me in my torn clothes. I was tossed down onto the floor excruciatingly hard. My legs and arms would only just spasm and twitch. I had no control over my body. My legs were raised into the air, and one after the other, my body was used for their pleasure. My mind started playing tricks on me. One man looked as if he were crying while he thrust himself deep into me. One man above me let out a stream of piss in my face. The liquid seemed to snap me out of it, and I was aware of what was being done to me.

My handcuffs were removed, and one man with bright, blue eyes tied my arms to a plank of wood. In a flash, I was picked up and dragged by my arms and the plank of wood. The ropes burned into my skin, and my arm made a loud crack. I was hoisted up on a beam of wood. Thicker ropes were tied tightly around my wrists. My hands turned a deeper color. My hands began to freeze.

A wooden dowel came out of a bag, and two of the men began to beat my legs with them. I began, with all my might, to move, to kick, and to punch. I was stuck. The only thing I could do was scream. A piece of cloth, dripping in what tasted like semen, was quickly shoved into my mouth, and another rope was tied around my head to keep the cloth in. My dick was coerced into an erection, and then a strip of leather from the whip was tied around it. Another rope was tied around my feet and onto the beam of wood. I could not move at all. The men backed up and admired the sight.

With my eyes too dry to cry anymore and my mouth too full to scream anymore, I gave in. Submitted and stuck. I could feel the weight of my body pulling on my outstretched arms and shoulders. I tried hard to exhale. My breath, which had been quick at one point, had now turned shallow. Soon my legs and back began to cramp. Blood trickled down me. One man rushed up to me and, with a knife, sliced my side. The cut though not deep, brought severe pain, and I blacked out.

I woke up dressed in white linens and bandages. My body utterly sore, I raised from the bed. The white linen tightly clutched to my body revealing an erection. I stumbled out of the room I was in and headed for a way out. After some stumbling around, I opened the door of this place. The sunlight blasted white light in my face. I looked around for the men but did not see them. I found my car and proceeded to drive myself home.

I was not sure how I had gotten into what I had been in, or if this was even the last of it. Something inside me woke up. This incident was a strange way for God to show his love to me.

When I survey now the wondrous cross, forbid it Lord, that I should get an erection. That in the death of Christ, my God, I should feel a oneness. I closed my eyes and remembered something one of the men said to me:
“I did not come to you proclaiming the mystery of God in lofty words or wisdom. For I decided you need know nothing among you except Jesus Christ, and him crucified for your sins and desires.”

©Popicn (Marc A Coderre)

He finally arrived, a little early actually, after we’d been emailing for most of the day. He responded to a Craigs List ad I posted. He was new to the whole kinky thing. He’d only done some light bondage and spanking, but I was very happy to help him explore some more.

I’d already figured everything out and had a good idea of what we were going to do, so when he arrived, I led him to my bedroom and ordered him to take his shirt off. He definitely looked a little worried and unsure of what was going to happen.

Once he had his shirt off I started to gently play with his nipples to get him into a sexual mindset and it was working. His moans of pleasure were a sign of that. Gradually getting harder exploring his threshold at the beginning. Seeing how much I’ll be able to torture him later on. Luckily he was able to take quite a bit. Could be the fact I ignored his yelps and heavy moaning. It hurt him, but yet he still liked it.

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I like my sex energetic, rough and sadistic… alright… I said it.

I’m sure most of you knew that, or at least you do now. Well, last night I went and hooked up with a guy that visits Austin a couple times a year. This is the second time we met up, and I should have taken clues from the first time.

He said he wanted to be my bitch, wanted me to choke him, leave bruises on him, make him lick my boots. As we get closer to actually playing his attitude becomes a lot more vanilla, and once we start actually playing, he might as well be a plow up sex doll. He likes being choked, and he likes be fucked. That seems to be about it because when I try to do anything more he starts crying like a girl – not in the hot “I’m going to make you my bitch whether you want it or not” way either.

He likes to spend maybe 20-30 minutes fooling around and having sex, then he’s done. I have an hour minimum for having sex. After 30 min, you’re just getting to the good foreplay. I’m in for the long haul when I have sex, not some quickie that would be better served by Mr Right Hand or my FleshJack.

I’m pretty sure the guy is just a slut though. As soon as I shot my load down his throat and all over his face, he ran to the bathroom to wipe it up and take a shower. Leaving me just sitting there. He was in there for about 5 min, so I got my things together and got dressed. When I was cleaning up I noticed another condom in the trash… ugh. His hole wasn’t that tight either. He probably didn’t want me to bruise him or anything because he had to make the other guys he was going to play with later feel like they were the only ones.

Would I play with him again… probably not. Unless he truly lets me go all the way, I’ll be too bored.

I know day 2 is almost over and I’m still finishing up Day 1, but give me a break. Day 2′s events aren’t as in thrilling.

After Woof Camp and the Gear Fetish party, I met up with a Facebook friend that I hadn’t ever met before. He was a hot little, big chested, Italian stud. We chatted for a while and met up with some of his friends. I managed to eventually get him back up to my room for a bit. He was another connected boy and I worked over his nips with the forceps too. Did a little exploration with some CBT, along with Sir/boy play. He had done some of it before, but was still pretty new to it. We had our fun, but cut it short because he was never actually supposed to come up and had to meet up with some friends.

We hung out some more, but later got separated. We did manage to check out the San Fransisco party. It was pretty rocking and a LOT busier than last year. I wish I had gotten a chance to check it out a little more and do some dancing, but instead I got attacked by a muscle couple from Tampa.

We had apparently met before at some other event, but neither of us could figure out exactly where. It was about 2 minutes after we started talking that he said, “let’s go into the bathroom and suck your cock.” They were fucking hot, his partner said yes, so I wasn’t about to complain or stop them. I did manage to convince them to come up to my room instead of the bathroom so we could have an even better time.

They weren’t submissive boy type guys, but I did manage to teach them who’s boss. With couples there is always the weird dynamic and making sure everyone feels involved. Overall I think we did pretty well. They were both really into my ass, but I eventually did let one of them rim it for a bit. Worked their nipples over, lots of kissing and some body contact. Eventually one of them started to ride his partner’s cock while sucking mine. All of it was extremely hot.

I ended up letting one of them borrow my Nasty Pig vest because it looked very hot on him, and depending on how they are tonight. I may let him keep it. I tried to get them to spend the night with me, but one was interested and the other one wasn’t. I eventually lost them when it looked like they were having an argument.

They were both very great guys with 2 very different personalities. They had a great view on the world and even though they weren’t very kinky, I still feel like there is a lot that I could learn from them. Maybe I’ll have to make a trip down to Tampa

I waited around for a little bit to see if they were going to come back with their mind’s changed and come spend the night with me, but I didn’t see them. I chilled in the lobby for a bit longer, then headed to my room and made it to bed around 3:30.

Found this over at Derek and Romaine from OutQ on Sirius 109 and XM 98 from 5-9CST. Definitely check them out if you have Sirius or XM.

Sometimes amazingly good sex toys go bad! Yesterday I got a funny ass email from a listener who wanted to share a crazy sex toys story with me.

He wrote:

Hi Romaine,

I wanted to let you know that because of your show I bought a Fun Factory Delight Vibrator and it’s been absolutely fantastic. I even bought one for a friend for his birthday. BUT, I wanted to let you know also that today I walked back into my cloud-filled bedroom today and saw that while it was in it’s charging case, it EXPLODED, flew out of the case and burned my carpet. I’m just glad I was here. I’m not sure if you have one, but I was letting people know because I’d hate for someone to lose their house or something over a vibrator. I took pictures of it all if you care to see it.

Signed,

A Loyal Listener

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I love my Fun Factory toys. I own many including the toy in these pictures. I’m a little shocked that a toy could melt down like this but I guess any electronic device with a rechargeable battery has this capability. Needless, to say this melt down has not changed my opinion of my Fun factory toys. I still think that this company puts tireless hours of work into designing the highest quality toys on the market today.

Having said that…HOLY SHIT!!! Look at that toy! This is a crazy story and I kind of love it. Can you imagine your house burning down because of your sex toy?!?! Picture the headlines in the local paper! What would the church say? LMFAO I love this story but I feel bad about the loss of the sex toy and the burned carpet. But the listener was right better a burned carpet then a burned “carpet” while using the thing!

-Romaine

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I’ve warned about being careful who you play with. The news story below just goes to show that you really need to be careful who you bring home, and also what expectations there are. If things get too out of control, you can always call the police. Better to have to deal with them than jail for a couple years.

Here is yet another example of why it’s a bad idea to have group sex with complete weirdos.

In July of 2007, 49-year-old Steven Bartley of Mooloolaba, Australia, and his unidentified boyfriend went to a local bar got hammered and met 34-year-old Christopher Jones and his unidentified male friend

Anyway, somehow the group decided to go back to Steven’s apartment to have a gang bang with Steven’s boyfriend. But once they got back to his place, Steven smoked some weed and passed out while his boyfriend messed around with Christopher.

That was all good and fine. But when Christopher’s friend tried to join in on the fun, Steven’s boyfriend got annoyed. So he woke Steven up and told the guys to leave.

According to court documents, Christopher told Steven, “I’m not leaving until my friend has sex with your boyfriend.” So Steven shoved Christopher out the door and over the balcony railing.

Christopher fell 12 feet before landing on the concrete and suffering a fractured skull. He was rushed to the hospital and Steven was arrested.

Yesterday, Steven pleaded guilty to committing one count of grievous bodily harm and was sentenced to two-and-a-half years in prison. [Source]