Sensory deprived at the gay men’s public bathhouse.

This was something I always wanted to do.
I climbed the stairs with a racing heart, stepping into the unknown. The bathhouse’s reputation preceded it—whispers of indulgence, of men surrendering to their deepest desires in the shadows. The attendant barely glanced at me as I handed over the entry fee. My fingers trembled slightly, though whether from nerves or excitement, I wasn’t sure.
Crossing through the threshold, I was met with darkness. My eyes strained to adjust as the dim corridors slowly revealed shifting figures—naked bodies moving with purpose, some lingering in doorways, some sprawled on beds in silent invitation. The air was thick with the mingling scents of heat, musk, and the faint trace of cleansing steam.
The attendant led me through the labyrinthine hall, passing open rooms where bodies entwined, where pleasure was given and taken without words. A dungeon with iron bars stood ominous to one side, men gripping the cold metal as hard cock pocking through the bars as others reached through, sucking, licking. Another space housed a wooden cross mounted to the wall, its polished surface gleaming under the low light.
At last, we reached my room. The attendant clapped a firm hand on my ass, his voice a low murmur. “Enjoy yourself.” He said smiling.
Heat rose to my face. I swallowed hard, my body already humming with anticipation. Stripping bare, I adorned myself deliberately—thigh-high stockings encasing my legs, the teasing embrace of a garter belt snapping into place. The weight of the collar around my neck sent a thrilling shiver down my spine as I clipped the leash into place. Finally, the hood—smooth, confining, plunging me into darkness as I pulled it over my head, leaving only a single opening for my mouth.
Blind, vulnerable, and completely exposed, I stepped out and moved unerringly toward the room with the cross. Each step deepened my submission to the moment, to the experience. The unfamiliarity of the space became my guide—the cool floor beneath my feet, the shifting air signaling unseen movement around me.
Kneeling at the foot of the cross, I let my breath slow. The hood magnified every sound—the soft shuffle of bare feet, the distant sighs and sounds of pleasure, the murmurs of unseen strangers. And then—footsteps. Close. Halting at the doorway.
My pulse quickened. Someone was watching.
The silence stretched, thick with unspoken intent. My breathing grew shallow, rapid. Anticipation coiled tight in my belly. A presence approached, radiating warmth. My fingers twitched, my body hyper-aware of every shift in the air.
Then—a touch. Firm, guiding, a silent demand. My hand was taken, placed against something hot, rigid, pulsing with life. I explored it with slow reverence, mapping its contours, feeling it twitch under my touch. My lips parted instinctively, drawn by the heat, the unspoken command.
The first taste was electric, and as I surrendered to the moment, I felt more presences gathering, surrounding me. Hands skimmed over my skin, tracing patterns of unspoken promises. A voice chuckled, low and approving. “You’re leaking pre cum,” it observed. “Excited?” “You like that don’t you?” I nodded yes ..
A breath hitched in my throat as another hand closed around me, exploring in turn. More footsteps. More bodies. The darkness bound me to sensation alone, to the raw thrill of the unknown. Stranger’s hands touching me all over, exploring me, teasing me.
And I had never felt more alive.
A hard cock in my mouth started to fuck my face faster, harder and deeper.
Then I felt it, the gush of warm salty pleasure exploding in my mouth and I heard the loud moan of the man who just fed me my first of many loads…
While I am enjoying a big hard cock in my mouth, I felt a finger drawing circles around my anus… I jerked upwards momentarily in surprise. Then, it entered. One finger, then two.. Now I feel the presence of several cocks in front of my face. I’m taking them one or two at a time in my mouth as I go back and forth, one in my mouth, one in each hand.
Then I feel hands lifting me up to standing position, turned around and my wrists are strapped to the cross. I feel my mid section pulled out, bent over slightly, my back door fully exposed. I felt hands touching me. A tongue is licking the length of my bum all the way from my balls, up my ass and drawing circles around my anus. I’m lost in ecstasy, it feels so good. Before long I feel pressure pushing against my opening. There’s a man pushing his hard dick against the soft, now wet and lubricated entry. And it entered… I let out a short scream as it entered, then my breathing resumed normally. I felt him fucking me so good. Slow at first then harder and faster… before long I felt him bucking like a wild horse and the warmth of liquid passion filled me inside… he pulled out only to be replaced by another. Big, small, one after the other I felt them… couldn’t see them but didn’t care. The pleasure was intense. After a little while, time seemed to stand still as men after men took turn enjoying my firm, tight ass until my hands were set free, the leash grabbed and pulled hard bringing me to my knees. I couldn’t see as the hood was pulled off. My eyes didn’t have time to adjust before I felt hands holding my head and a nice big hard cock parted my lips and parked itself deep in my throat. I felt the flow of cum rushing like a river. I could hardly swallow it all as I felt more cum splashing over my face, my chest. One cock come out of my mouth only for another to take its place and feeding me more cum. Hands lifted me again. Bent over, I was entered deep from behind. Cock in my mouth, one in my ass and several other shooting cum all over my body. Then a pair of lips swallow my cock. I was so ready. As the man behind me thrusted deep into me shooting his load inside, I let my own intense pleasure release and I exploded in heavenly pleasures, intense, deeply satisfying. While I kneeled there bent down, the strangers took one last look at me covered in jizz as one after another they left me there like a used rag. I didn’t feel humiliated… no, I felt satisfied like I had never been satisfied before. I went to shower before heading for the hot tub. Slowly I made my way to a jet and close my eyes. I wanted to relax, enjoy the moment, when a hands made its way up my leg… slowly creeping up. But that’s for another story.
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