*NOTE: Just because the idea of something turns me on doesn’t mean I wanted it to happen or that I want it to happen again. If you pull something like this I will not see you again. If you think suggesting <something I rationally do not want but find hot> will entice me to fuck you, no. Just no. I can see through you and it’s not a good look.*
I think I was going through a sort of manic casual sex phase in March and April. I hooked up with 7 redditors in the span of a month. It was just so easy. And it was a huge ego boost, having these people saying I was the hottest thing ever and how lucky they were to get to dick me down.
Until Bolot. Honestly, Bolot almost put me off casual sex with men for good. (I lasted 11 days.)
I was feeling very horny one night and unsatisfactorily fucking myself with a dildo so I went through my reddit chats and responded to a message from a few weeks ago. Bolot had responded to an r4r post I’d made, I’d replied saying I was now busy but I might contact him later, and he then asked about my kinks. So I replied, 3 weeks later: ‘i want to be used and told what to do’ along with a photo my boyfriend had taken of me, bent over, awaiting a spanking.
He responded instantly. We did some dirty chat and I was finally able to reach an orgasm when he told me he wanted to cum on my face and take me for a walk so everyone could see what a whore I was. That was it. I wanted the real thing. So we arranged to meet the next day, in public…not really for safety, but so that he could feel me up in public and show that he had total ownership over my body (my idea).
When he asked about my limits, I said I wasn’t great at saying no or realising when I didn’t like something, and I probably didn’t want anal (among other things). I’d done it once before and it was fine, but I didn’t feel like going through all the extra faff for a casual hook-up. Bolot replied, ‘That all sounds good. I’ll leave anal very much up to you.’
We were sexting the next day; I was mega turned on and could barely focus on work. I sent him a pic that included my face since he had sent me a face pic with his first message. No response to that. Odd. Maybe he’s shy.
The evening finally, *finally* came around and I [showed him what I was wearing](https://imgur.com/a/rcsBhxf) so he would recognise me. No acknowledgement, maybe he’s just waiting for our irl meeting. (I didn’t send the last pic though, thought it might be too early to show him my vulva)
When I saw him standing in wait, he looked hot. Now, I’m actually a pretty poor judge of the physical attractiveness of men; they all kind of look the same to me, but I knew I wanted him on top of me. I was feeling very nervous and he was surprisingly confident. Nice dom/sub dynamic. As we walked towards my place, he reached under my skirt and felt how wet I was. While asking me how my day was, he started fingering me and asked me why I was breathing so heavily. I was crumbling. This tall, muscular man was using me freely in public and I wanted him inside me so, so much.
Three minutes later we got to my room, the door shut. He kissed me, I was in a haze of anticipation and lust, I think he told me to get on my knees, or I did that autonomously, I can’t recall. I just remember taking his big, thick dick in my mouth and happily drifting into subspace as I sucked and gagged on it the best I could. My life, my body, my being was oriented around pleasing him now. After some of this he grabbed my head and fucked my throat — not my favourite but I like the feeling of being used. This made him reach an orgasm, and he came on my face, which I loved.
Bolot cleaned me up a bit and I asked him if I could go wash my face. (I ask for permission, I’m a good sub.) When I came back, he pulled my clothes off, threw me onto the bed, kissed me, and fingered me while I begged him to put his dick inside me.
While fingering me, he brushed his fingers against my asshole and whispered, ‘I think you do want me to finger your ass, don’t you, you little slut?
I was surprised because I didn’t think he would initiate anal play, given our earlier messages, but I wanted to please him so much, plus I do actually like that, so I nodded. His fingers were all lubed up from being inside me so he slid them easily into my ass and fingered both my holes while I was in heaven.
I came, hard, writhing on his fingers. Then he lay on the edge of the bed and told me to suck his cock again. As I did, one of my favourite things happened: I felt him growing big and hard in my mouth while he told me what a good girl I was. I was finally going to feel his dick inside me. It had been less than 24 hours since I started actually talking to him, but it felt like I had been waiting forever. He pushed me onto the bed and put a condom on.
Oh. My. God. It felt incredible when he finally entered me. I can’t actually remember what happened because I lose my memory in subspace, I just remember being euphoric. I came again and again.
At some point, while fingering my asshole he asked, ‘How do you want your asshole stretched out?’
I’m not good with open-ended questions at the best of times, and in my sex haze I just could not parse what he was asking. I asked him to repeat himself thrice and eventually said, ‘I don’t understand the question.’
Bolot said: ‘I mean, what am I going to use to stretch your asshole out?’
Ah. I see. I got out an anal dildo I’d bought about half a year ago and offered it to him. Bolot lubed it up and slid it into my ass, slowly fucking me before he lined his dick against the entrance of my other hole and fucked me in both holes. When he wanted to go harder, he told me to fuck myself with the dildo. I obeyed, of course. How could a stupid slut like me do anything but obey him in that moment?
I’d never been double penetrated before, save a finger in my butt while getting fucked. It felt. Absolutely. Incredible. I was so filled and he was using me and it felt like he owned all my holes and I came so much. I wanted him to know it was my first time, I needed him to know that he was the first person to have the privilege of double penetrating me, that I was giving myself up to him.
It was a huge amount of sensation though, and I asked if I could please take it out. He didn’t let me.
After one of my long orgasms we took a break and lay on the bed. He said: ‘Do you want to try cnc now?’
I was surprised because in his initial message he had said he tends not to do consensual non-consent with new people for ‘safety reasons’. I guess he had come to realise that I was enough of a slut to be down for that sort of shit on the first meeting. And he was right.
‘Yes,’ I whispered shyly.
Bolot: ‘Does that involve fucking you in the ass?’
I hesitated for about a second and said, ‘Yes, you can do anything you want with me.’
He grinned and told me to get on my knees on the floor. I licked his balls obediently while he played with his cock to get it hard, then told me to get on all fours on the bed. As he lubed up his cock and pressed it against my asshole, he said, ‘Do you want to be fucked in the ass, slut?’
‘No, let’s save that for next time, I don’t want it today,’ I pleaded.
‘Oh, so there will be a next time?’ he said, raising an eyebrow.
‘Yes please,’ I said, thinking, of course I want you to come and use me again, this was so fucking hot. And I do want to get fucked in the ass another day.
‘No. I want it now,’ he said, or maybe he didn’t, I don’t remember. But he pushed his dick into my ass and fucking railed me while I begged him to stop. I whimpered and pleaded with him to use my other hole or mouth instead.
The only other time I’d had anal sex with a previous partner it was very much me driving it and it wasn’t for very long or very hard. But Bolot was really pounding me and I was terrified there was going to be an unsexy accident so my pleas of ‘please stop’ felt genuine…which made it so hot.
Physically, it did feel insanely good and he was telling me what a good little slut I was and how he knew I wanted it even as I was saying no. Arghhhh.
Plus, there was the additional dynamic that I had told him I didn’t want it over message and he’d seemed ok with that. But in real life — he was just taking what he wanted from me. Using me however he wished. Ugh. Fuck.
Eventually, after ages, it was actually feeling risky and I really did not want to shit the bed, so I used the safeword and he stopped immediately.
I knew my job now was to make him cum. He had given me so many orgasms and now I would suck his cock while he murmured ‘good girl’ over and over again. I felt a little gush of wetness every time he said that. So when he said, ‘Do you want to be a *very* good girl for me?’ how could I say no? Those are fucking magic words for me.
‘Lick my asshole.’
I’d never done that before. Did I want to do that? I have no idea how to separate what I want to do from my kink for doing things I don’t want to do. So I did it. For like ten minutes.
It was so fucking hot doing this filthy act for him and when I came up and told him ‘I don’t like it’ he said, ‘Did I ask you if you like it?’
‘No daddy…’
Bolot said ‘That’s right’ and pushed me back down. Ughhhhhh. I could have come again at that point.
Later when I tried to tell him again that I wasn’t enjoying it he replied, ‘Again. Not the question I asked.’ And he pushed me down again. Oh. My. God. That dismissive authority…this man held so much power over me in that moment, I would’ve done basically anything for him.
He never offered to lick my asshole and I didn’t think to ask. He was very much using my holes which felt degrading and I fucking loved it.
Eventually my diligent work on his cock, balls, and asshole paid off and he came, all over my body.
We both took showers and came back to my room. That was when it went from literal shit to figurative shit.
I said, as I usually do, ‘I want to cuddle.’
Bolot: ‘Ah, I wish I could, but I have to go home to study.’
I was stunned. ‘Are you seriously not doing aftercare after THAT?’
He smiled and said, ‘Alright, alright’ and got into bed to give me mediocre cuddles and talk about his exams coming up.
What the fuck?? He’d said he was experienced with kink. He acted like an experienced dom. Turns out he only bothered to learn the bossing people around stuff, he doesn’t know anything about aftercare!
The worst part is, we had cuddles for 30 min and he ended up staying and chatting with me and my housemates for another 45 min (after turning down my invitation to stay for dinner). So HE DID HAVE TIME FOR CUDDLES AND AFTERCARE. He just chose not to until I demanded it.
(Also, I’m fed up with people concealing their actual desires with ‘I wish I could’ or ‘I would love to but’. This quote from Normal People flashed in my mind:
*“He often makes blithe remarks about things he ‘wishes’. I wish you didn’t have to go, he says when she’s leaving, or: I wish you could stay the night. If he really wished any of those things, Marianne knows, then they would happen. Connell always gets what he wants, and then feels sorry for himself when what he wants doesn’t make him happy.”)*
After he went home I realised…he hadn’t given me a single compliment. In the past year I’ve come to expect compliments on my physical attractiveness from sexual partners. It was jarring that he didn’t give any. I want to be used as a set of holes, but I don’t *just* want to be used as a set of holes, you know? Or at least compliment the holes…?
Whatever. The next morning I thought of a hilarious message and sent it to him:
‘hey, it was nice to meet you and lick your asshole!
which is what dogs would say if they could speak English’
I was sort of hoping he would be like, oh it was great, I’m looking forward to doing it again, etc. Plus it was just a top-tier joke and I was proud of it.
He responded a couple of hours later: ‘It was a lot of fun! Now unfortunately i must descend into revision mode.
Best of luck out there!’
BEST. OF. LUCK. OUT. THERE.
B. O. L. O. T. (Ah, we’ve arrived at the name origin part of the story.)
Who sends that kind of message to someone they’ve just fucked in the ass?!?! Is this LinkedIn?!?!?! Why would he not want to meet again?! What. The. Fuck?!
Anyway, I developed an obsessive crush on him for three days and kept masturbating thinking of our session while repeating expressions of shock and horror to my housemates and boyfriend that he wasn’t keen on meeting me again. I wasn’t even really hurt…I was just mainly bewildered. I think I’m really hot, funny, smart, cool, and great at sex. I’m amazing at sucking dick and being a good sub. I would fuck me, multiple times. Why wouldn’t you?
When I told my boyfriend about this, he was like, ‘SURELY he doesn’t have other people to have lots of sex with, why would he not even want to keep you on hold?’
Thankfully the crush faded when 1) I went to visit my boyfriend who reframed the whole story (‘He didn’t pay you any compliments because he didn’t actually see you as a person. He just wanted to get his dick wet’), then fucked me into oblivion, and 2) I googled his name and found old forum posts by him that were…total turn-offs.
So, yeah. I think after that hook-up I’m less likely to be a total slut for new people. It was really fucking hot but now I’ve got the memories to jerk off to and I also would rather it had happened with someone nicer, someone I felt a stronger connection with. I’m keen on optimising things and it doesn’t feel altruistically optimal to give these pleasures to guys who don’t deserve it. I also have been super busy and have a new crush on someone who is genuinely lovely and super interesting and queer so feel less excited by casual hook-ups.
Is this post-nut clarity? Maybe post-bag-of-nuts clarity.
I still touch myself to memories of this, though. It was insanely hot and, like, it happened, so I might as well get what I can out of it. Which is a whole bunch of arousal thinking about being used and slutty and degraded. And Bolot, if you read this (which you probably won’t because I’ve blocked you), I hope you don’t get laid for 5 years or until you’ve learnt how to be a proper dom.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/uoyfss/i_let_a_reddit_guy_fuck_me_in_the_ass_and_i
It was a hot story. But as you said, better to share that level of intimacy with someone that deserves it. Best of luck on your future adventures!
The aftercare is a must, what an asshole. Great writing though.
lucky man!