Bound Cravings: The Ultimate Surrender
Links for your filthy journey: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 1: The Cabin Test 🔥
Alex knelt in the dim glow of the secluded cabin’s stone fireplace, the crackle of logs popping like distant gunfire in his ears. The air hung thick with pine sap and the faint, musky hint of arousal. His wrists, locked in thick leather cuffs linked by a short chain, tugged against his chest as he strained to balance the silver tray laden with chilled flutes of prosecco. Blindfolded by a padded hood that sealed out every sliver of light, he felt utterly exposed, his lean, toned body—dark hair matted with sweat across his 28-year-old brow—naked save for the heavy collar biting into his neck.
Lena, his fiery blonde girlfriend of six months, all curves and commanding smirks at 26, had orchestrated this twisted audition. She’d lured him here under the guise of a romantic getaway in the woods, but now her laughter mingled with a stranger’s voice—Brooke, the athletic redhead with piercing green eyes and a boyfriend who loathed the idea of sharing. “Crawl closer, pet,” Lena purred, her voice like velvet over gravel. He inched forward on knees that screamed against the rough-hewn rug, the tray wobbling precariously.
“Impressive,” Brooke drawled, her tone laced with skepticism. Alex sensed her nearness, the spicy floral of her perfume clashing with the salty tang of his own dripping anticipation. His cock throbbed, untouched, straining upward like a divining rod begging for release. A hand—Lena’s, he knew by the manicured nails—brushed his thigh, sending shivers racing across his skin. “Serve us properly, or no dice on joining our fun.”
He fumbled the glasses onto the low wooden table, spilling foam that bubbled hot against his fingers. Giggles erupted, sharp and mocking. “Pathetic,” Brooke scoffed. “Make it right.” Directed blindly, Alex shuffled to the kitchenette, heart pounding. The cork pop had been hell; now, pouring one-handed while chained felt like madness. Liquid sloshed, soaking his knuckles, the yeasty fizz stinging his nostrils.
Back at the table, success earned a pat on his head like a favored dog. Kneeling in the corner, he listened to their whispers—plans for Brooke’s insatiable hungers, Lena’s wild ideas. His mind reeled from the night’s drive up, when Lena had edged him mercilessly on the winding roads, her hand a teasing vise until he begged. Now, this. The fire’s heat licked his bare skin, contrasting the cool draft whispering between his legs.
Humiliation’s First Bite
“Time for a real test,” Lena announced. She yanked him by the collar’s ring, dragging him to the cabin’s oversized clawfoot tub in the adjoining bath. Steam rose from the hot water they’d drawn earlier, scented with eucalyptus that burned his throat. “Kneel, mouth open.”
Alex obeyed, water lapping at his shins, so cold compared to his fevered body. Brooke’s rustle of fabric—jeans sliding down toned legs—filled the space. Then, her voice, close and commanding: “Head back, slut. Wide.”
The first jet hit, warm and acrid, slamming the back of his throat. Unlike Lena’s playful sprays from past romps, Brooke aimed true—a relentless hose flooding his mouth. He gagged, cheeks bulging, the bitter ammonia tang coating his tongue like liquid fire. “Hold it,” she ordered. He did, lips trembling, piss dribbling in salty rivulets down his chin, chest heaving with the effort.
Plop. A thick glob of spit landed, Brooke’s hawking cough echoing. Lena joined, her saliva warmer, stringier. They took turns, stirring the vile cocktail with probing fingers, mashing it into his gums. “Swallow our essence, bitch,” Brooke whispered hot in his ear. “Prove you’re worth the mess.” Desperate for approval, he gulped it down—the chunky, sour sludge sliding thick and reluctant, mimicking the load of a stranger’s cum he’d never tasted. Pride flickered; he reopened, baby-bird wide.
Brooke rewarded him mercilessly, hosing nonstop. He swallowed frantically, breaths snatching through his nose, the flood endless and overwhelming until she sighed in relief. Drenched, reeking, he was hauled dripping to his corner, cock diamond-hard amid the humiliation.
Chapter 2: Whispers of the Deal 💋
The women lounged by the fire as flames danced shadows across log walls. Alex stood rigid, blindfold intact, piss drying crusty on his skin. Every shift sent flakes cracking, the sharp scent clinging like a badge of shame. Brooke’s voice cut the haze: “Your boy’s eager, Lena. But my Derek? He’s no fan. Thinks it’s queer as hell.”
“Then flip the script,” Lena shot back, her excitement bubbling. Alex strained to hear, pulse thundering. Memories flashed—not of brunch, but a train ride last month where Lena had made him edge under his jacket while strangers rattled by, her whispers promising depravity.
“Derek hates my pushing him to suck cock—thinks it’d break him. But if your toy here wraps those lips around him? Trade-off. He gets blown, I drop the nagging.” Brooke’s laugh was throaty, predatory.
Lena clapped. “Done. Alex lives for this shit.” No consultation—just plotting his fate while he marinated in their waste. Hours ticked; sensory void deepened until Lena’s nails grazed his shaft. “Like the price, lover?”
“Terrifying,” he rasped, voice hoarse from gulps. “Never gone there.”
“You begged involvement. Pay up.” She left him stewing, blind and bound, cock weeping pre-cum that cooled sticky on his belly.
Later, post-shower, they tumbled into bed. Normalcy shattered when Lena straddled his face mid-makeout, skirt hiked. “Jealous you gulped for her first,” she whined, grinding her slick folds onto his nose. The tangy musk flooded him—salty sweat, sweet arousal. He lapped tentatively; she rocked harder.
Facesit Feast
Bound arms pinned, carpet rough under his back, Alex drowned in her heat. “Special for me,” she gasped as orgasm built, clit pulsing under his tongue like a ripe berry. Waves crashed; she spun, pussy sealing his mouth. “Drink it all, carpet’s your enemy.”
Hot stream erupted, purer than Brooke’s spit-mix, salty fire he chugged greedily. No mess. “Fuck, yes—feeling you swallow… ideas brewing.” Cleaned by his tongue, she rode to another peak, then flipped for vanilla pounding. But her eyes gleamed wicked as she slurped his cock. “Save it for Derek’s throat-bath, pet.”
Chapter 3: Lakeside Lashings 🔥
Next dawn broke crisp, mist rolling off the cabin’s private lake. New torment: Lena marched blindfolded Alex down the pebbled path, naked under a thin robe that chafed his raw skin. Pebbles bit heels; birdcalls mocked his leash-tug. At the dock, robe ripped away, wind-whipped cold raising gooseflesh.
“New game,” Brooke called from a raft, her lithe form oiled shiny. Derek lounged absent—prep for tomorrow. They chained Alex spread-eagle to dock posts, sun baking piss-traces salty on his flesh. Lena slathered sunscreen—lurid massages turning to slaps, her palm cracking his ass red as thunder.
“Beg for more,” she demanded. “Please, mark me,” he groaned, erection bobbing. Brooke joined, paddle in hand—from who-knows-where. Whacks echoed over water, welts blooming fiery. Pain bloomed to pleasure, pre-cum drooling strings into the lake.
Lake plunge cooled the burn; emerging shivering, they toweled him roughly, nipples twisted till he yelped. Back inside, new scene: massage table. Oils slicked his body as fingers probed everywhere—Lena’s in his ass, Brooke’s choking his throat. “Prep for Derek’s cock,” they teased. Prostate milked dry, orgasm ruined into a cup they forced him to lap—bitter seed tasting of defeat.
Dialogue crude: “Taste your worthless load, cum-guzzler,” Brooke sneered. “Tomorrow, Derek’s balls deep.” Exhaustion hit; they cuddled him between, whispering filth till sleep claimed.
Chapter 4: Derek’s Arrival – Tension Thickens
Saturday eve, the cabin pulsed with bass from speakers—throbbing like Alex’s dread. Derek arrived broad-shouldered, 30, buzzcut and brooding, muscles straining flannel. Scent of cigar smoke trailed, clashing with lavender candles. “This the fag?” he grunted, eyeing Alex rebound in “service pose”—elbows strapped, hands forward.
Brooke shoved Alex forward. “Serve drinks, bitch.” Spilling inevitable; slaps rained. Dinner raw: steaks bloody, juices mirroring his submission. Post-meal, circle jerk of commands. New conflict—Derek’s hesitation cracked by Brooke’s taunts. “Watch him prove it first.”
Lena yanked Alex’s hair, forcing knees. “Suck her toes while we decide.” Brooke’s feet—salty, vinegary from the day—shoved in. He tongued arches, gagging on calluses, their moans fueling fire.
The Breaking Point
Debate raged. “He blows you clean, Derek—no reciprocation,” Brooke bargained. Derek swigged whiskey, eyes hardening on Alex’s bobbing cock. “Fine. But rough.”
Test run: Brooke pissed his chest while Derek watched, stream golden arcs steaming cold air. Alex lapped puddles, humiliation peaking as Derek’s bulge grew evident. “Fucking twisted,” Derek muttered, but unzipped slightly, previewing thick vein-ridged meat. Night blurred—edging Alex to insanity, denied release. Whispers of tomorrow’s “initiation” haunted dreams.
Chapter 5: Throat of Fire 💋
Sunday noon, sun shafted through blinds. Derek sprawled naked on the bearskin rug, cock semi-hard, musky and girthy—eight inches of veined intimidation. Alex, freshly bound, crawled blind to the scent: sweat, precum sharpness. “Open wide, cocksucker,” Lena coached, pinching his balls blue.
First contact—lips brushing velvet skin, taste salty-sweet. Derek groaned, hand fisting Alex’s dark locks. Thrust shallow at first, building to skull-fucks that gagged tears under the blindfold. Chokes, slurps filled room; women’s cheers egged. “Deeper, fag—taste my pubes,” Derek growled.
Brooke straddled Derek’s face reverse, grinding as Alex sucked. Lena behind, pegging Alex’s ass with a girthy strap-on—slick pops, burn-sting yielding to prostate fireworks. Sensory overload: Derek’s balls slapping chin, bitter pre-cum floods, ass invaded, women’s scents mingling—pussy juice, ass sweat.
Climax crashed. Derek roared, flooding Alex’s throat—thick ropes, chlorine-hot, forcing swallows or drown. “Every drop, bitch!” Gulp after viscous gulp, belly full, cock untouched yet erupting hands-free, seed splattering thighs.
Afterglow Agony
Collapse in heap. Blindfold ripped; sights assaulted—Derek smirking smug, women flushed radiant. “Price paid,” Brooke cooed. But Lena grinned wicked. “Round two—with us all.”
Chapter 6: Endless Depths of Depravity 🔥
Post-blow, orgy ignited. New scene: hot tub froth. Derek railed Brooke doggy while Alex ate Lena’s ass poolside, tongue delving musky depths amid bubbles’ roar. Watersports encore— all four pissing in tub, Alex drinking from the source, a golden shower cyclone.
Switch: Alex bent, Derek’s cock slick in his ass—first anal, tearing stretch to euphoric fullness. Women scissored nearby, cries blending. “Fuck him raw,” Lena urged. Poundings syncopated, climaxes chaining: Derek seeding ass deep, hot jets painting walls.
Finale: cum-swap daisy chain. Loads regurgitated mouth-to-mouth, piss-chasers. Exhausted tangle on rug, bodies slick—sweat, cum, urine symphony of senses. Scents acrid-sweet, tastes layered bitter-salt, touches tender-raw, sounds gasps-squelches, sights glistening flesh.
Alex surrendered utterly. “More,” he whispered. Lena kissed piss-wet lips. “Always, pet. Welcome to the fold.”
Twilight faded; cabin echoed fading moans. Cravings bound eternal.
