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Handcuffs and Key

Just past midnight. I’ve been a pig with the potion again. Nothing will keep me home now.

I think about showering before heading to “the cave” but decide I’ll shower at “the cave” instead. And not with water, either, and certainly not to get clean. I’m ready to get filthy!

Blindfold 

Cuffs 

Key 

“Instructions” Notice 

It costs me next to nothing to get in. The cheapness of the place is so much a part of its appeal. I pay extra for a private booth, but always leave its door wide open.

I’ve done this before. The regulars will recognize me, even in the darkness, others — hopefully many of them — will follow. Anyone and everyone else can sort it out by reading the glow-in-the-dark instructions I’ve posted to the wall outside my booth. Guys either walk in or walk past — there are never any questions.

I’m standing. My body is a target.

I snap the cuffs onto my wrists, now threaded and locked through a chain mounted on the wall behind me. My cock throbs because of the blindfold. I won’t be able to see when only one guy is left, when the last guy in the building calls it a night, abandoning me before I get a chance to ask to be released using the key I hold under my tongue for safe-keeping.

I hear the first footsteps. Two guys, maybe three. Doesn’t matter — part of the thrill is to consciously lose count.

Don’t know, don’t care.

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The first shot of cum hits my lower back. It’s thick, but too sticky, and barely manages to crawl down my skin.

The second shot changes everything. It’s heavier, a rope of cum that catches the first, carrying them both to the top of my ass crack.

It burns.

I stay quiet. Everyone does. They’ve read what I’m after and they’ve walked in to oblige.

Some of the cum lands on my legs, my feet, probably the floor — all wasted. But once in a while I’m delivered another bullseye, the cracks between my cock and my balls and my asshole warm with mixed seed. I feel the odd cockhead wipe itself clean, somewhere on my skin.

The buzz I had when I left home is wearing off. Coming down only makes me realize all the more where it is that I am, what I’m up to. My cock pulses at the thought of it.

I don’t know what time it is, how many cocks are left.

Where will I wake up, I wonder.

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