I'm nervous as hell as I drive up to your home. Thirty miles of freeways to think about meeting a stranger, a description in a computer, a fantasy -- what will it be like in person? It's still light enough to follow the directions, leading further from the city into relatively rural hills, with homes not too close to each other so as to invade privacy. I find the place and go to the front door. There's a note on the door -- "Parker -- go around the back to where you see a light." Around the back of the house is a barn with a lantern hanging from a rafter. I go in. There you are -- handsome, athletic, rugged, your Pendleton shirt unbuttoned showing your hot, nearly smooth pecs, your 501's held up by a hand tooled belt, matching your boots. I'm just in city garb, not prepared for this barn locale. You tell me you don't allow your men to dress that way, and order me to lose my lothes, fast! I strip off my clothes and turn to face you, my cock already hard, knowing you are exploring me with your eyes. You smile, liking what you see. Quickly, with one hand, you grab a rope, the end tied in a loose knot, and with the other you grab my right arm, and slip the knot over my wrist, tightening it. Pulling my arm behind me, you grab my left arm and, with years of practice from rodeo work, you tie my wrists together. Throwing the other end of the rope over a rafter, you tie it off, and there I am, naked, my arms raised up at the ceiling, waiting for whatever you have in store. Slowly, you begin to explore my body with your calloused hands. You stick your fingers in my mouth; I hungrily lick them. You start to roll my left nipple between your thumb and forefinger, and my cock bounces to attention as the electricity of the touch shoots through me! You pinch harder, and the pleasure doubles. I start to moan. You grab the other one, and my body begins to tremble in ecstacy, and the more you twist and pull, the closer I get to coming without ever touching my cock. You stop in time, making a mental note to return to those pleasure points at strate- gically placed intervals throughout the evening. You stick your fingers back in my mouth for another slicking up, and then you turn me around and being to explore my ass with a slicked up finger. It allows your finger in easily. Another finger, and then another, with a gentle rhythmic push in, back off, push in, back off, each time relaxing my asshole more, allowing a wider and deeper entry. With one hand you keep up the assault on my ass, now four fingers; with the other you reach around and pinch a tit again, and my asshole goes wild with desire and virtually eats your hand up. You step back, your hot hard cock now straining on the inside of your Levi's, wanting freedom, wanting action. You step in front of me and slowly strip off your shirt. You stick your tit in my mouth and I lick it, tease it, lightly bite it -- you start moaning with pleasure, and I bite harder, turning you on and on. You pull that one out, and give me the other, and this time I just start out with a good stiff chomp that sends you wild with sensation. After a while, you stick your armpit in my face, and --it being such a warm, sultry night-- your sweat has filled it with flavor and I lick it clean to my heart's content while you occasionally play with my nipples. Now you just have to get those pants off. First the boots, then the pants, and then you put the boots back on. Your gorgeous, hard cock is throbbing, demanding attention. You loosen the rope, and I fall to my knees, my hungry mouth inches from the tip of your cock. "Go for it" you say, and I take it all in one big gulp, slicking it with my tongue, sliding my lips up and down, slowly at first, finding your natural ideal rhythm, letting you thrust, taking it all, driving me wild with lust. My hands, wrists still tied, are now free to fondle your balls, rub your muscular legs, increase your sensation as I devour your cock. Just before you can't hold back, you pull out, and catch your breath. Then you grab a blanket that's been hanging on a rail, and spread it out over a bale of hay. "Lie down on that" you bark, and I do. You quickly untie the rope from my wrist, and in just about no time, have my arms tied to the vertical support beams in a spread-eagle position, and my legs are tied to two other beams behind me, my ass sticking up for your pleasure. You put on your condom, and lube up with some Elbow Grease you keep there for just such occasions. Again, your hand invades my ass, relaxing it, massaging it, making it ready. You stroke yourself to the peak of hardness, and stick your hot, thick, throbbing cock into my hole, and plunge it fully in to the hilt. We both gasp in ecstacy. You begin a rhythmic thrusting, and I match it and meet it, hungrily taking you, groaning and moaning with each deep, penetrating push. I could live out the rest of my life just like this, being fucked by a master, having someone in me taking pleasure from my deep ass. After a while, you pull out, without having come. "I've got a surprise for you," you say (hasn't the whole evening been one great big wonderful surprise?). You show it to me -- a big, rubber cock, easily five inches in diameter, not horrendously long, but real thick, and greased up and waiting. "Oh, please, let me have it" I moan, and you do, slowly at first, as I stretch out over it, and then faster, and faster. I'm going crazy with lust as your hand guides this giant cock into my hole again and again. With your other hand, you reach under me and grab my tit and pinch and twist and pull it. I've reached the end of my line as far as holding back is concerned -- with that enormous cock raping my ass and my nipple on fire, I shoot a load on the blanket, my body racked in spasm after spasm for minutes, my voice going hoarse with guttural shouts (thank God for no close neighbors!), for minutes as I drain my cum, finally relaxing into a state of pure bliss. "Get your ass back in gear, boy!" you growl, "I'm not finished with you yet." I shake the relaxed feeling from my head, and am again aware of the ropes on my arms and legs, the massive dildo stuffed deep within me, the hot man whose throbbing cock has been down my throat and deep in my hole. With an ear shattering "pop" the dildo is withdrawn. Your fingers explore the gaping hole where it was; then you raise your hand and WHAP! slap my cheeks, first one side, then the other, as my body, roped and tied, squirms and my ass quivers and turns redder and redder. The hole closes down, but you suddenly stop slapping my ass and stick your thumb and fingers into the hole, sliding them forward and down, the chute slicked from the fucking and the dildo, widening my sphincter again, pressing down, until the last stretch gives way and your hand is in. I gasp with pleasure; you massage me from the inside. My cock has already gotten hard again, and I moan with delight. Then you stick your cock against my hole, and with your hand still in, push gently, and I stretch even wider, and take your hot cock too! You slide it into your hand, and begin to stroke yourself, fucking me, fisting me, beating off, all at the same time, going wild with frenzy at the feeling! But you hold back, not wanting to come so soon, having a few more plans, and few more pleasures to explore. You withdraw your cock and your hand, and quickly slap a butt plug in place. "You ready to do what I tell you to?" you ask menacingly, and I'm quick to answer "Anything, sir!" You untie me and tell me to stand in front of you, and I do, instantly. "Follow me" you say, and lead me to a corner of the barn, where a sling hangs from the ceiling. Expecting to be ordered into the sling, I move towards it, only to have you slap me across my face and yell "Don't move." Then you hop into the sling, raise up your legs and rest them on the chains. "Grab that grease, and slick up my hot ass" you command, and I start to massage your ass, first with one finger, then two, hearing the pleasure you get from having your hole played with. You tell me faster or slower, hold it in, whatever turns you on, my hand playing with your hole just the way you want it, an instrument of your pleasure. "There's a pile of dildo's on your left -- see it -- get the long one with the balls at the end for you to hold onto, and give it to me." I go for the dildo, it's not as thick as the one you forced up my ass, but it's bigger than any cock you're likely to find (at least on a white man), and you want it, you got it. I grease it well, press it at your hole and push, and in it goes, you gasping in pleasure at the invasion, guiding my hands to the right depth. I twist it and pull back, push again, duplicate the rhythm of a fabulous fuck, all the while you're looking down at me, coaching me with the pacing, the pushing, the withdrawing and reentering, making me fuck you, give you that incredible pleasure, that feeling of being filled with lust, and your hot cock is throbbing in the air, hard as the dildo I'm using on you. "Suck me" you manage to gurgle through your pleasure moans, and I lean over and take that fantastic hot cock in my mouth, licking it up and down all over, getting it slick, taking it all the way down my throat, up and down, matching the rhythm of my sucking to the strokes of my fucking you. "Hold on" you cry, don't make me come yet!" I slow down, then stop. You point me to a cabinet. "Open it" you tell me, and find that double pair of alligator clips -- they're attached to each other and to the other pair with chains -- see them?" If find them -- and instantly see their use. I clip one pair on myself, each clip biting into a sensitized tit, sending waves of intense sensation throughout my body, causing my cock to jerk spasmodically in the air and nearly shoot. I lean over you and you grab the other pair and attach them to your hot, erect nipples, gasping as each clip tears into flesh, jangling the sensitive nerve endings, bonding us together in incredible sensation and pain. "Pull away" you tell me, and the clips reach their maximum distance, and begin stretching our nipples out towards each other. You grab the plug and pull it out of my ass, and check to see that the condom is still on your cock. You reach out and grab the chain between us and tug on it, and I'm pulled forward onto you. "Now," you say, "sit that pretty little ass down on my manstick and ride me to paradise!" And with a little cumbersome effort, as our chests are bound to each other, I lean back and lower myself onto you, my feet finding footholds on the sling, enabling me to raise myself and lower myself onto your throbbing cock, as I sway up and down, each time pulling tight on the clamps and then releasing. "Reach around and play with that dildo" you tell me, and I realize it's still in you. With one hand I reach behind me, grab the big hard plastic cock and start to fuck you. Slowly we build, your cock up my ass, the dildo up yours, our tits insane with sensation as the clips pull, release, pull, twist, and grab. You're growing uncontrollable as all your pleasure points are simultaneously attacked; I'm whipping my own cock with my free hand, as the intensity builds and builds. Your groans are deeper, faster, more furious, as I shove that throbbing cock deep into you, and each thrust echoes in my ass, as we get closer, closer, too close, no return ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! omigod- ddddddddddddddddd! its a flood! your hot come shoots up my ass, igniting me from within, and I shoot hot juice over your chest, onto your tits, everywhere, until, after what seems like days, we collapse into each other, and the dildo slides gracefully out and into the hay.