Convinced that I wouldn't actually meet anyone worth hooking up with, I went on my BSDM site of choice and started browsing the profiles of members from all over the world. Shortly after signing on, I got a message from a cute guy asking me how I was. He quickly asked whether I was up for a meet, and the brazenness of his proposal aroused me; I agreed without reservation.

When he arrived, his rough appearance and menacing gaze stirred a feeling in me of an intensity I had never before experienced... I knew after brief introspection that I would not have the ability to refuse him any form of gratification he would ask of me. I knew this was going to be an experience that would -- once and for all -- reveal the true nature of my sexuality. This was to be an affirmation of everything that was right and true, an expression of the carnal pleasures that lend meaning to the human form... I didn't know the way, but he could lead me, that I felt right away and it felt good.

He asked -- no -- demanded that I undress in the car, he turned on the interior dome light and inspected my body with a stoic expression on his face, one that seemed -- initially -- detached from any kind of sexual arousal. Our arrival at the motel was a release of tension for me; we had entered what was to be our temple for the night.

We put some beers in the mini-fridge and some others in the sink, which we filled with ice. Once the preparation was complete he had me remove my clothing, article by article and once again he inspected me with a clinical demeanor. He demanded that I get on my knees and I did so, he pressed my face against his crotch, he then laid on the bed, and told me to get him a beer, I did and then I knelt at the side of the bed at his command. He told me he could have me there all night, I was uncomfortable in that position, but I didn't want to move, I wanted to stay where he wanted me. Somehow his gratification became more important than my comfort.

He had me place his barrel-thick cock in my mouth, and he placed his hand behind my head pushing down, seemingly oblivious to my gagging. I started to realize that the expression on his face was akin to that of what one would see on a sexual predator, with the exception that he preyed on the willing. I was aroused by this sacrilegious carnal lust. He descended onto me, pinning me down, he stole a kiss from my lips and bit down on my lip as he grasped my nipples and pinched them with herculean strength, I had never enjoyed anyone playing with my nipples, much less crushing them the way that he was, and others had tried and I had stopped them in their tracks, but he was different, something about him made me want to ride out the discomfort.

He commanded me to bring him another beer, and to reassume my position at his side. He fed me the beer; controlling the length of the sip, the breathing time between sips; he had dominion over everything and he did it just right. After a few beers he announced that he had to pee and I followed with the pretense of aiming his cock for him, but with the intent of initiating a watersports session. He caught on and had me sit on the seat while he urinated on my chest, he then instructed me to go into the shower where he bathed me in urine and poured it down my gullet as well. It was warm and salty and it was his. I loved it.

Drenched in his urine we returned to his bed where he instructed me to lay on his crotch, I did so and he had me linger there for about 15 minutes, taking in the musk of his sweat drenched underwear, which he proclaimed to have worn for a week, which explained the pungency of his sweet man scent. I took his scent deep into my lungs and buried my face in his crotch, I looked up to see him staring at me with his hallmark demeanor and I was pleased by the way that he was enjoying his dominance over me.

I tried to put his cock in my mouth but he pushed my head away and said I'd have to earn it. So I resumed my former position; it was apparent that he liked for me to continue to do as I was told, until I was told otherwise, so I did my best to conform to this standard. When he deemed that I had earned the privilege of sucking his dick, he told me to do so, and once I had slobbered on it enough, he turned me over, grabbed my legs and tried force his way into my anus, he graciously acceded to use lubrication after I had expressed my discomfort with a loud shrill laden with anguish.

The lubrication made the task of penetrating me easier for him, but only marginally less painful for me. I felt as though the pain I was feeling was without a doubt, a sign of serious permanent damage to my anus, but for some reason I trusted him over my senses and I resigned myself to the pain in confidence that it would subside once I had become accustomed, as I had read was the case with such things, and I did, in fact become accustomed, and I began to feel ecstasy as he grabbed my testes, first gingerly and then with increasing pressure. I had never allowed anyone to play with my balls before, especially not squeeze them, I have always been a proponent of the idea that squeezing any organ cannot be healthy, but once again, I told myself that I would put my safety in his hands and he would know what to do. After a short while the squeezing became pleasurable, the pain in my anus had completely subsided, and I was beginning to enjoy the evil things that he was doing to my nipples.

In the jedi art of endurance, he was a master. He drew out the entire experience longer than any other man with which I had slept, and he touched me in ways that were so pleasurable that I marveled at the prospect that anyone could know how to stimulate a person to such magnitude by caressing non-erogenous zones. Indeed, just as some can take dance and do it so well as to make it an art form he had taken the carnal pleasures of the world and turned them into an art as well, but this was art of a different nature, you didn't appreciate this art as a spectator, but as a part of the work itself.

He announced that he once again needed to pee, but knowing that I was glad to be his urinal, he didn't bother to get up, I drank it straight from the source without spilling a drop. This was of particular interest to him, he found this to be very arousing.

We oscillated wildly in our positions throughout the night, until shear exhaustion overtook us and he finally came inside of me with a powerful beast like thrust and a grunt to match.

We rested about 2 hours and played some more, we began to shower together it was around 10:15AM and we needed to surrender our motel room, we could not resist our renewed sexual hunger for each other, and he told me he wanted to fuck me again. I concurred gleefully and we returned to the bed, soaking wet and he penetrated and came inside of me yet again. I finished my shower and we had breakfast together. This would be the first of several, increasingly intense and increasingly pleasurable encounters that we have had, and will continue to have; and I am immortalizing them in written form at his request for his enjoyment. I would love to receive e-mails with comments or questions.