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Horny Old Bill Horny Old Bill called me on Boxing Day - the conversation was short. He demanded "Get your fukn big cock over here...Now" Wow! nice compliment - "Big Cock". My dick is six inches long fully hard, Quite average, actually. I'm so happy Bill likes it. So I hopped in the old Honda and drove out into The Valley. I remembered how he tore my clothes off last month, so I didn't wear underwear and made sure my shirt was unbuttoned when I arrived at his door. Knock Knock.... Bill opened the door, grabbed me by the belt buckle and dragged me into his house without saying a word. He was wearing a housecoat. Bill shoved his tongue down my throat right there in the doorway and shoved his hands down my pants and squeezed my cock. I shrugged out of my shirt - no point in having him rip all of the buttons off yet another perfectly good shirt. I slipped out of my shoes and peeled my socks off using the big toe on the opposite foot, while Bill savagely yanked my belt off and pulled my pants down. He grabbed me by the cock and dragged me back into the little playroom he had built out of what was once an exercise room full of weightlifting equipment, but was now his private sex dungeon. The winch and shackle he had attached to a roof joist had been improved and reinforced with two telescoping metal poles that he had obviously scored used, judging by the funky condition of them. Bill is a man of few words... Bill put a collar on me. A Collar? What's this all about? He pushed me down onto his old bench-press thingamajig and climbed on top of me, grabbed me by the face and squeezed my mouth open, so he could shove his slippery uncut cock into my mouth, and face-humped me like a pheromone-crazed animal for about a minute. Then he got up to go get some rope. He flipped me over so I was face down, tied my hands to the underside of the weight bench, he didn't blindfold or ball-gag me like last time when he worked me over with his new e-stim machine, and I noticed that his shackle apparatus had been much improved since my last visit, Instead of a hickory axe-handle, he had made a 2X4 with holes drilled in it along about a foot of each end, presumably to control how far apart legs could be spread. He proceeded to strap my legs as wide apart as the 2X4 would allow. The middle of the 2X4 had notches cut into it so that it would balance in the centre as I was winched up. I was winched up using some sort of tie-down strap, so that my legs were up while I lay face down on the weight-bench. It was a little uncomfortable until finally my spread legs had been lifted high enough. Bill then just stood there and looked at me as my cock and balls flopped down over my belly, I could see how very hard he had become. For an old dude who claimed he didn't get hard easily, he was ramrod erect, cock all curved like a scimitar. I was pleased that he was so excited about what he was doing. Then he went to a plastic bin and pulled out some cotton rope and tied it around the base of my man-meat, then around my cock, looped it in some sort of sailors knot and ran the other end through a metal ring on the collar he had put on me several minutes earlier, and jerked it hard before tying it off. My cock and balls were now tied off and pulled down, exposing my spread ass. He went to a bench and assembled a little assortment of things. The first thing he had when he returned was a wooden yardstick. Whack...! He smacked the yardstick down on my taint, just where my balls would have been hanging if I was standing. There is a little mound there which I understand is the root of my cock, near where it attaches with tendons to wherever in a guy's body his dink is attached. He smacked that taint-mound area again. This time a little bit harder. Then he smacked my cock. Back to my taint for progressively harder strikes which he did about every 30 seconds or so, with about every 4th or 5th strike to my hard pre-cum dripping wiener. With every strike I flinched, so that I sharply jerked my tied cock. Wow! Stings so good... About 10 minutes in the yardstick broke, and he tried a few strikes with his flail, before giving up on that as he could not get the thing to strike my taint and ass as he wanted. He left the room and came back quickly with my own belt that he had stripped off me when I first came into his kitchen. The belt worked just fine - he could place a strike precisely where he wanted, and he continued to smack my taint, asshole, and cock until I gushed my wad down my belly and onto the weightlifter bench. He took a few more strikes to my cock just as I was cumming and bits of jizz hit my chin and the wall beside me. He left me for a minute, watching me while he fondled himself, then came over and licked and sucked my balls and cock for a few minutes, as my hard-on slowly dissipated. He fondled my flaccid cock for a few minutes, apparently trying to get me hard again, but my dink was sore but happy, and was done for the day. Not one strike had hit my sack, and having him suck my balls was wonderful. When he lowered me down he flipped me over, got on top of me, squeezed the sides of my jaw where my molars were, so that I opened my mouth, and he stuffed his cock into my face, and resumed his thrusting. He came in about 90 seconds, but being an older dude, there wasn't a lot of cum. Bill often complained about how nothing makes him cum anymore, so I felt a sense of satisfaction that his play with me did it for him. Bill doesn't talk much while all of this is going on, but finally he spoke - "I've got all sorts of things planned. Be ready.". He untied me and we went to his washroom where we showered together and he tried once again to get me hard, I got very slightly hard as he soaped up my meat, but I just couldnt manage a full-on boner. I was spent. I dressed and as I was leaving Bill said "You heard me. Be ready. There's stuff I wanna do still". I walked out into the unusually cold BC winter, and marvelled at just how warm my entire crotch and ass area was after that workout. Man, it felt good....still throbbing after half an hour. I wonder what else he wants to do? No doubt I will find out. |
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