Trophy Boy - Part 2

 

This is continued from [Trophy Boy - Part 1]. I'm not gonna summarize - go read that if you want the background. There's a LOT of background.  This starts where I lay him over the bed and start beating his ass with the paddle. We discussed, before, that I was going to have to give him some punishment to express my displeasure - and that with the mixed feelings I had, that I would probably hit him while telling him he's a good boy. You know, the way you do when your boy has run away, but then comes back on his own. I hit him... and hit him... and then lick and finger his ass. 

I introduce him to the Lacrosse ball. I shotgun a hit of his vape pen with him, and then hold his throat until he gets just a little limp, and I let go. 

This is one of those videos that has race play, although no actual racial language. I want to make it really clear - the monkey game is HIS game. I facilitate it; I enjoy playing it with him, but it's his fantasy. Unfortunately, we don't get around to the bananas in his backpack, but there were bananas in his backpack. The word I was looking for is "serratus." Then I gag him some more, pulling more slime from his throat.

At the end, you hear me say, "If I don't go take you for a walk" - this is the third time I've told him that we need to go find some other guys to play with, because it's part of the plan we've discussed. And finally, we do. He takes off the mask, and I lead him by the scrotum around the place. He's never been here since the remodel, so I show him all the different spaces - the mazes, the outdoors, the pool and the sauna. We stop a couple of times for him to suck another man's cock. One of them gets into his games; another doesn't. I put him on his knees in front of the wall of videos and fuck his throat for guys to watch. We shower, and I have him wash me down and then dry me with a towel, and I do the same for him. Another guy joins us in my room, and we have some spectacular play, showing him how to gag my boy, how to make him produce the delicious slime, how to hit him with the hand and the paddle. We have a LOT of fun, and I don't even think of turning on the camera, because I often want to just focus on the experience.

After the other guy goes, I lay Jim on the bed, and give him some more smacks. I put the Lacrosse ball in his hand, and I talk about a fantasy role play experience I had with another Black guy. There's a thing that existed (and probably still exists) in human slavery - Fancy Trade. There were entire auctions, or often special lots in an auction, where the slaves were sold specifically for sexual use. I'm not saying it's in any way right or humane - but it absolutely happened. And, there are beautiful Black men and women whose heritage traces back to being selectively bred for beauty and trained for pleasure. I feel like the training I like to do, would set someone up nicely as a skilled and elegant provider of pleasure. I choke him out until he slowly drops the ball. 

This is a little long, and kind of rambly. The whole video file is thirty-two minutes long, but I have to break it up to get it to fit on Blogspot. It starts with a thing I have been calling Uncle Bubba Breathing, but I think I may start calling Daddy Breathing - because it just feels better. I lie on top of him and breathe slowly, having him follow my breath. It helps regulate the nervous system, alkalize the blood, and reset your attitude. 

Then I suck his cock some more, and talk about riding to school with a Black female friend (i.e, friends, but we didn't date) whose car smelled like spoiled milk because her Aunt had driven the car all the way from somewhere up north to Texas with the trunk loaded with government cheese. Then... this is a thing you'll hear me say a lot, "I will do anything you want at this point." He doesn't have any ideas, so I suggest some more. He writhes and dances as I finger his hole. 

This last one, really doesn't have a lot going on - but I want to include it just because it's beautiful, the way his body moves as he sits astride my hips and rubs my chest and belly and we talk. There's about another fifteen minutes of talking that's none of your business, so I cut that part out. 

And so, halfway through the night, he takes off. Once he's thrown up, he's not really able to enjoy sucking cock any more, and once his yes turns to no, it's time. 

Enter: Hot Guy Number Two. There are, if I'm remembering right, three other Hot Guys for the evening - but I don't remember in enough detail to write. That's part of why I like to make video or even have the sound recording, is so I can keep the beauty of these experiences in my head. So, I'm walking through the maze, and find this sexy tattoo'd stud. We touch each other, communicating physically, and then I use my words and invite him back to my room. He's interested in a lot of what I'm into, but doesn't have a lot of experience with it - my favorite kind of hookup! I love being a novel experience. 

He gets to work sucking my cock. I turn on the camera, and give him the Lacrosse ball. 

He gets to his own personal barf point faster than I realize. Apparently, his food is undigested - meaning I'm now wearing bits of chewed food, no smell, no acid, no harm, no foul. We wipe off, and keep going. 

I fuck him in the throat, and talk about several things - how you can use the Lacrosse ball like a throttle instead of an on/off switch, how you can manipulate your hypercapnic panic, how you still have to tap, but you have more control if you've blown off the CO2. 

Then, we get to the point where I've ejaculated - and I offer to do whatever he'd like. Turns out, he'd like a spanking. He's never been spanked; he wants to explore it. So we do that - a few minutes of exploration-level spanking. I start with giving him my tapping instructions, and then put him over my knee and spank him. He colors up beautifully. 

I ask if he wants me to use the paddle, and he does; we discuss whether he wants it hard, and he doesn't. 

No. Is. Always. A. Complete. Sentence. 

We get to a break point, and he goes on. I honestly can't remember the details of what happens for the rest of the evening, so I'll leave it there, watching his red-spanked tattoo'd ass walking down the hallway.