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Posted 02 July 2007 - 10:44 AM
I felt my ass being pounded - making me hunger for more smoke. With each inward thrust - my master tightened and slapped the nipple clamps. The pain making me shudder and moan to be fucked harder, deeper.
""You like submitting to the smoke, boy? You like giving yourself to a man's cock?"" I heard my master growl at me - ""SIR YES SIR"" I shouted into the mask- the next breath filling me up with pure smoke. ""Yeah, enjoy that smoke, boy,"" my master, ordered, ""you're not getting any air for a long time.""
The man pounding my ass growled, slamming into my ass. Long, hard, deep - first from one angle then another. I wanted so badly to ram my ass back onto his cock - but I was still bound. ""I need my COCK sucked,"" I heard him almost shout. My master replied, ""I guess we have to untie him then. I felt the ropes holding my boots in the sling's restraints being loosened and then pulled away. I then felt my wrists being freed - the friction from the rope grinding against my skin.
""Stand up, BOY,"" I was ordered - I did as I was told. I stood still and silent. Waiting for instructions. ""Arms behind your back, boy,"" I was ordered. I immediately complied, and felt the cold steel of heavy handcuffs snapping in place around my wrists. These were large, cold cuffs. Larger than police carry, and much heavier. I felt another wave of exhilaration pass over me as I submitted to my master's control more fully, more completely.
""On your knees, BOY,"" I heard the other man order. I lowered myself to my knees - slowly as I didn't have my hands to assist. Then I was on my knees - in complete submission. Awaiting what was to happen next.
As I was taking the next deep inhale, the gas mask was pulled from my head. I took a gasp of air. A cigar was instantly offered to me - I leaned forward slightly and accepted it gladly. I started to take deep drags, inhaling each fully. ""Fill yourself up with smoke, boy,"" I heard the other man order. ""Now, hold that one in - while I fuck your face.""
The cigar was pulled from my mouth, and I held the lungful of smoke in - savoring and enjoying it. Then as his cock came toward my lips - I leaned forward and took his entire cock down my throat. Suppressing my gag reflexes - I used his cock to plug my throat - and hold the smoke deep inside me. I held my head - shoved deeply into his groin - myself. Submitting fully - taking his cock.
He pushed me back slightly - and again put the cigar in my mouth. I inhaled deeply, several times - when he said, ""Hold that one, boy."" I inhaled as deeply as I could as he pulled the cigar from my lips. When he shoved his cock in my mouth - he put both of his hands behind my head and held me there. Grinding with his hips to force his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I could savor the smoke ever longer with his help.
He pulled back, giving me the cigar and ordered, ""again, boy. Hold this one in good. I gotta fuck your face now."" I inhaled deeply rapidly. And as he pulled the cigar from my lips - I opened my mouth to accept his cock. He grabbed the back of my head - and shoved his cock just as deep as he had moments ago. He held it there - forced deeper - then began pounding my throat. He held me in place with his hands - and used his hips to ram his cock down my throat again and again.
Just as I thought I would pass out - he pulled his cock out and growled, ""not yet, boy. Lots more for you before you get my load.""
My master pulled me up by the collar, and looked me straight in the eyes. Holding my head in place with his firm hand on my collar. ""Boy, you got part of what you came here for tonight. You wanted to submit - and you even got to smoke cigars. But you're not finished yet. I know what you want, boy. You want every man in this club to see you submit. You want every man to watch you take my cock - willingly. You want to be forced to smoke - for the pleasure of the men watching.""
""Sir, PLEASE, sir,"" I moaned. ""Let's get you ready, then,"" he said. ""Gotta replace these,"" he said as he pulled the nipple clamps from my flesh without loosening them first. I flinched in pain, and moaned with pure pleasure. ""We need tighter ones."" I watched him bring clover clamps - the kind that tighten with each pull on the chain. I looked into his eyes - and he could see complete submission there - as he placed a clamp on each nip and pulled them roughly - tightening them on my flesh.
""Hands cuffed behind your back, nips clamped, Cock still firmly out of my way. You're almost ready, boy.
""I want those men to see how you've given yourself to cigars, boy. I want them to see you inhale deep. But, with your hands cuffed - we'll have to muzzle you again, boy,"" he said. H got back out the leather strap - and I knew what to do. I helped him get the hole directly in front of my mouth, and turned to help him get the buckle tightened firmly.
I watched him get out a new cigar. A very large maduro - large enough to completely plug the hole between my lips. He cut it - and shoved it into my mouth. He clicked on his torch lighter and I drew deeply with my mouth - as he turned the cigar and got it lit properly. ""Enjoy your smoke, boy,"" he said. I immediately began to drag deeply - inhaling each. I was so glad I came to the club that night. I was thrilled at the invitation to submit - and accepted it fully, willingly.
He clipped a leash to my chain collar. And led me out the door. Like a dog. I walked behind them, as I knew I should. We walked all around the club - in full view of anyone not in a private room. I was on a collar, chained. In complete submission to this man inhaling a cigar - as he ordered me, "" SMOKE THAT CIGAR, BOY!""
I inhaled deeply. Wanting every man to see me inhaling deep - wanting them all to know I am a cigar boy. I enjoyed that cigar. Seeing every man acknowledge me as a smoker. As a bottom. As a slave.
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Posted 31 October 2006 - 09:14 AM
I put on my leather and went to the local sex club. I had wanted to go for a long time. But fear held me back. I owned leather gear and had worn it. Had played with other men a few times, but had never put it on and signaled "bottom" for tops to use. This was what I wanted so badly. To go into a club - obviously there to get fucked - and submit to hot top-men I didn't know.
When I arrived a hot shirtless heavily tattooed guy took my entry fee, and gave me a key to a locker. "Nice ass," he said. I was afraid to respond other than "thanks," but longed to bend over and take his cock in full view of every man that passed.
I went to the lockers and stripped down - taking my chaps and jeans off - putting the chaps back on leaving my ass and cock exposed. I was determined to do this, despite my fears. Then I put my harness and boots on - ALL of my tattoos and piercings exposed. It took me a second to decide - but I put my leather band on my RIGHT arm, clearly advertising BOTTOM. I was almost shaking from fear - but I wanted to be here? I wanted to meet a top-man - and skip the middle part - just be his bottom boy and serve him.
I got there pretty late - as it took me a while at home to get up the guts - looking at hot pictures of men on the net helped, and got me horny as hell.
I looked around the room and saw hot men being serviced, having their cocks worshipped by other bottom boys. I wanted to be among them, but I wanted a strong, hairy leatherman of my own to serve. Preferably tattooed and pierced with a shaved head, who would force me to service him - to pleasure him in complete submission. That was the ultimate pleasure for me - not caring if my cock received pleasure - but to KNOW I was giving it to another man. I would receive my pleasure by knowing how great his cock must feel - and that I was giving it to him.
I spotted him right away. We locked eyes - he was exactly what I wanted. Big beast of a man, tattooed, cock, tits and nose pierced, head shaved smooth, thick beard, tattoos everywhere - chest, back, arms - wearing chaps with his cock out and tall boots - with an armband on the left. I guess he saw mine on the right - because when we locked eyes - we each knew what the other wanted. I watched him get out and cut a thick, black cigar. I wanted him even more, the cigar making him look every bit the top. He drew deeply on the cigar - obviously inhaling, and generating thick clouds of smoke. It made me hotter - seeing him smoking like an expert, and enjoying his cigar.
I realized after watching him for a few minutes, that as the bottom, I would need permission to approach him. I stood there - partly afraid, but my natural desires surging. My cock growing harder as the seconds passed. My cock jerked as I saw him motion me over. I walked over to him quickly and as I approached, he exhaled a breath full of smoke in my direction and ordered, "on your knees, BOY." I immediately complied. I started to dive at his cock - but he grabbed my throat - and said, "Boots first, BOY."
I eagerly dropped to the grimy floor on all fours - his heavy, black boots in my face. Then I began to lick the leather of his boots with all the energy within me. I scoured each of them with my tongue slowly, taking my time, savoring the taste and sensation of leather on my tongue, and its erotic smell. I started to look up - when I felt one boot on the back of my neck. "Soles too, BOY," he growled at me. He lifted up one boot slightly off the floor and I did my best to clean every crevice of the soles, also tasting the floor in the process. The dirt, the grime, the stench from the club's floor, and a fair amount of cigar ash. I was drooling heavily and sucked back my own spit mixed with the filth of his boots. Then he lifted his other boot - and I did my best to polish that sole even more thoroughly than the first.
I lifted my head - and he placed his hands squarely on both of my shoulders - and thrust his pierced cock directly into my throat. No waiting for me to get ready, no sucking - simply a DEEP drive into my throat. He used both hands to firmly hold my head in place, and I did not resist. I struggled to suppress my gag reflex - his thick PA firmly planted in my throat - my desire for this man outweighed my need to breathe. I looked up at him dragging deep on his cigar as he blew smoke down at me. I could smell it - though I could not take a breath. He held his cock in my throat until I thought I would pass out - then he withdrew his cock - and as I gasped for air - I saw him reach to place a collar around my neck - a heavy chain. I made no move to stop him, accepting the collar and the lock he placed through it. I knew what the chain symbolized - and I accepted the chance to serve him willingly. He continued blowing smoke down at me - and I breathed it in - wanting to please him.
He used the collar to pull me to my feet - and drove his cigar-covered tongue deep into my mouth. I kissed him eagerly, hungrily, feeling his beard grinding into my face - making me want him more. He took a deep drag from his cigar, and kissed me again - forcing the smoke into my mouth - a bit went down into my throat. I immediately realized that I enjoyed the taste - and kissed him even more firmly, swallowing his cigar spit.
"Come with me, boy," he ordered, as he grabbed the chain around my throat. And I followed him hungrily, like a dog down a dark hallway. He glanced into several rooms - until he found one unoccupied that suited him.
He pulled me into the room by the collar, and closed the door. Stopping to savor his cigar, as he inhaled deeply and exhaled in my direction. I noticed he was carrying a large bag. "You ready to serve me, BOY," he asked. "YES SIR," I shouted. "Good boy," he said. "Time to get you bound." I gave no word or sign of resistance. He led me to a sling in the center of the room - pointed to it - and I obeyed. Climbed in, as I knew a good boy should.
I helped him get my boots into restraints - and he tied them firmly in place with rope. He walked around me and firmly tied my wrists to the chains suspending the sling. The only movement I could make was to breathe. I was at his mercy - to use as he pleased - exactly where I wanted to be. He grabbed the rings through my tits and pulled them sharply and firmly. I didn't make a sound - savored the pain, knowing this pleased him - as he said "nice rings, boy." Thank you, sir," I said.
"Need to get your cock bound and out of my way," he said. He went to his bag - and took out various lengths of leather cord. He started by looping one around both my cock and balls - tying them tightly, my cock jerked from the delicious pain. Then he wrapped a cord only around my balls - separating them from my cock - again tightly - causing a painful stretch - making me shudder with joy, as my cock began to drip. Then he took a long cord - and looping it through my PA - tied my cock to the chain around my neck - pulling at my PA in a way that made my cock even harder, and exquisitely painful - making me pull his smoke deep into my lungs as he exhaled directly into my face.
He went back to his bag - and pulled out a leather strap of some kind - I didn't know what it was at first. Then he came up and looped it through my mouth, and around the back of my neck. Positioning a hole directly in front of my mouth. "You want to smoke, boy," he said. A statement, not a question. I had not thought of smoking myself - but I wanted to give myself to him fully, and wanted to please him completely. "Yes, SIR," I said.
He went back to his bag, generating clouds of smoke as he went - and pulled out two fresh cigars. He lit one for himself - generating a cloud of thick smoke, and parked it in his jaw. Then he shoved the second through the hole in the gag - between my lips and teeth. He held the torch lighter in front of the cigar - and I knew what to do, without being told. I drew deeply with my mouth - helping him get the cigar lit fully, obeying him completely - without being told.
"Enjoy that cigar, boy," he said, "it's a good one". Not a question, but an order, a command. He tortured my nipples as I repeatedly drew smoke into my mouth. "Yeah, smoke that cigar, boy," he growled. He suddenly applied more pressure to my nipples - causing me to inhale the smoke in my mouth - I realized I wanted more smoke - I wanted it to saturate me. I began to take deep breaths of the thick smoke into my lungs as he tortured my nipples further and further. "Yeah, smoke that cigar for your master, boy," he said firmly, "inhale that smoke." "You were meant to be a cigar-boy," he growled. I continued to smoke the cigar - as he moved down and began smacking my balls - each jolt of pain causing me to inhale more fully. The smoke flowed into me - naturally, I was born to be a cigar smoker, and I just didn't know it. I enjoyed the taste of the smoke, its feel, and its odor - especially when it poured inside me.
The clouds of smoke were growing in the room as we both smoked our cigars hard, enjoying the smoke - him enjoying being my master, and me enjoying complete submission. He walked around the sling to my ass, and said, "Keep smoking boy. It'll help you enjoy it more when I pound your ass." I sighed; happy I had overcome my fear and come to the club tonight. Discovering that the joy of submission was even greater than I expected - and having discovered that I was a cigar smoker to boot made it even better.
"Inhale more of that smoke, boy," he said, "it'll help you relax." I complied without a thought - taking successive deep inhales from the cigar. He chuckled. "Looks like you're gonna need more than one cigar to enjoy this FUCK," he said. He went back to his bag, and got out supplies - lube, more cigars and condoms. I could glance at his huge, pierced cock. Marveled at the tribal tattoos covering his arms, chest - and wanted his thick cock even more. He smeared some lube on my ass - working some inside with a finger growling, "Get ready, BOY."
He looked directly into my eyes - smoking pouring from his mouth and nostrils - through his 'stache. I could see his cheeks drawn in as he took each drag of thick smoke. The look in both our eyes - we both knew what we wanted, as he thrust his cock deep into my ass with one brutal shove - no teasing, no preparation. I didn't make a sound as I inhaled deeply. He bored into my ass up to the hilt; I could feel his bush against my ass cheeks - and the thick ring through his cock deep in my ass. "Nice ass, boy," he said as he drew back only to drive his cock into me again. I relaxed - knowing how good his cock must feel, and kept inhaling my cigar. I would have shoved my ass against him, to help him get in deeper - but I couldn't move an inch.
He proceeded to fuck me long and deep. Pounding into me harder and harder; using the sling to pull my ass to meet his thrusts. I could hear the slapping of the leather of our chaps as he drove into me again and again. He looked into my eyes, and saw no sign of resistance - I was his boy - to use as he pleased. "Yeah, you like that cigar, don't you boy? Just as much as you like my pierced cock plowing open your ass," he growled. "SIR, YES, SIR," I almost shouted.
He began slapping my balls - then grabbing my sack and pulling my nuts until it brought tears to my eyes, making my ass clench around his cock. He growled in pleasure. My head was spinning when he said, "Already smoked that cigar down, boy?" I had felt the ash dropping onto my chest, but didn't realize I had smoked the whole cigar. Suddenly he pulled out of my ass, and got something out of his bag. He unbuckled the gag around my throat as he pulled the cigar out. He had a black rubber gas mask - with clear eyes. "Lift your head up, boy," he ordered. I obeyed, and he pulled the mask firmly over my head - until I could see him again through the clear eyeholes. "Good, boy - that'll make it easier to replace your cigars," he said. He walked around and teased my hole with his cock - as he lit up a fresh cigar. He used the cigar to plug the tubing from the mask. I began to take deep breaths - smoke flooding through the tubing into my lungs. He began mercilessly fucking my ass - driving in again and again - at different angles - stretching my hole wide open - as I inhaled the smoke, and grunted with pleasure.
The mask had a valve - opening with each exhale - the next breath pure, thick smoke from the cigar plugging the only entry for air. Each breath became purer and stronger with wonderful cigar smoke. I could look into his eyes - but gradually the mask filled with smoke - I could pull it in through my mouth or nose - and gave in completely to the cigar, to his fuck.
I kept inhaling smoke - feeling his steel spike driving into my ass. He repeatedly tortured my balls - smacking them until I thought I could take no more pain - immediately grabbing them firmly and pulling them with force - pulling my ass onto his cock - making me aware I would accept any pain he wished to inflict on my body without question. I was his toy - my body to be used in any way he pleased.
"Keep breathing smoke, boy," he said as he pulled out of my ass, "I need a break." I could see nothing - smoke filling the mask as I inhaled again and again. I heard his heavy boots on the floor as he walked over and opened the door. I could hear him rummaging in his bag - then the sound of his boots until I could feel his cock against my chest. "Those nips need some work," he said as he grabbed one of my rings and pulled it roughly. I felt the steel teeth of nipple clamps biting into the flesh of my tit. I moaned with pleasure/pain, as I heard someone enter the room - also heavy boots as my master said, "come on in - the boy's ass is ready for use."
I felt the head of a pierced cock against my ass, as another man grabbed the chains of the sling and plowed directly into my willing hole. My master grabbed my other tit as the new man began to fuck me with deep, forceful thrusts. I felt the teeth of another clamp on my tit as I moaned, "fuck me." "Hell, yeah, boy," my master said, "you're gonna get used and abused like you need, like you came here for tonight boy."
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