Sorry for not having written for a while. There’s been a lot of drama both on my side of the family and Trip’s. Also, work has been crazy busy and Sir M has been taking up a significant chunk of time (happily). I’ve also been traveling quite a bit (both work and pleasure). So, doing my best Canadian imitation, sooory, so sooory.

Speaking of travel, I’m recently back from IML 2022, and had an amazing time, particularly since Sir M decided to come along. We haven’t actually spent a lot of time together, just a few hours here and there, but I got a whole 5 days with him and he certainly made up for lost time. It was really nice to just be somewhere with other leatherfolk, and the social aspect was wonderful. I met several people I have only known on Twitter and made a few new friends. Mostly, it felt like finally coming home after so many years.

Thursday was a travel day, though after we arrived we did have a relatively quiet fuck. His 10 inch+ dick attached to his belt feels so amazing in me. It was gentle yet very filling and I leaked copious amounts, but the big show was yet to come (pun intended).

The two of us, surrounded by a sea of fellow leathermen with sex wafting in the air so much that you could literally smell the testosterone was a highly charged situation. It wasn’t long after we arrived that the collar was locked around my neck and the plug was up my ass. And it wasn’t long until Sir M made good use of said ass. He already owns my cock, and he took ownership of my ass as well. Each night he fucked me, each time more aggressively than the last. In fact, he introduced me as “hole” on more than one occasion.

The night after the contest, we got back to the room and he grabbed me from behind. He needed to take me and he did. He pushed me to the floor and opened the conveniently placed rear zip on my breeches, and fucked me, hard. There was no foreplay, although I suppose the entire weekend could be considered foreplay. We were both in heat and there was nothing gentle about this. He pounded me. He plowed all 10 inches of cock into me over and over, driving me into the floor, my head against the bed and then the wall. He drove so deep he went past my second sphincter. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so mercilessly before. It was as close to (consensual) rape as I have ever come, and I’m pretty sure he actually came. He fucked me until he couldn’t physically plow me any longer, at which point he rolled over. I wasn’t done though. I straddled that monster and rode it hard and deep, feeling my second sphincter giving way to it, taking it in as deep as possible, over and over again. My hole was in top form that night and I needed that cock in me. We fucked until exhaustion overcame us. It was amazing. My hole was completely wrecked, which was absolutely what I needed. So wrecked in fact that I was actually walking funny the next day.

He wanted to fuck again the next day during our travels home. I was sorely tempted, but ultimately too sore for it. My hole had been fucked every day for 4 days, and completely destroyed by the finale. It was perfect. I didn’t want to end it with a so-so fuck. He’s promised that I haven’t seen or felt anything yet, and there’s even more in store. I can’t wait, Sir!

Even though it was a few weeks ago, I think I’m still high on the feelings. I’m excited about this journey and looking forward with cage tightening anticipation of what’s still to come (probably not me though). Whatever he has planned, I’m happy to go along for the ride.


Published by Locked Doc

Middle aged switch reclaiming his kink and exploring Bdsm with both his husband and his Master. Always locked.

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