A Week Of Fantasy Island [MF] [MM] [BDSM]

I saw it advertised online. In clear black and white in the pages of an adult entertainment website. I was not sure what I was looking for, other than a release from the doldrums of a dire day to day existence. I had come out of a long term relationship rudderless, and the seemingly endless sea of porn and unfilled promises was doing my head in. The words read out like a beacon to my cock.

# Fantasy Island

Within the advertisement, was a promise of a week of heteroflexibility, where you would be one of many, ready to take part in a competition of sexual pleasure. I didn’t know what to make of it, at first. Heteroflexible? Admittedly, that was something that ended my relationship. I had dearly wanted my ex girlfriend to put toys in my ass and she wouldn’t. I started watching bisexual porn and became intrigued by the cocks of other men. Was it going to be worth the flight in Australia and the copious bits of paperwork required. Paperwork to attain consent, which would be verbally confirmed upon arrival.

Forced to jerk off in front of the workplace boss [Str8][MF][Fdom]

*Popping a boner at work is pretty unprofessional, don’t you think?*

Especially in front of your boss. I’d probably write you up in disgust
if I didn’t want to see what you could do with that thing. So that’s your
punishment. Show me your dick. I know you won’t run to HR about it.

Not bad. While I’m ahead I’d ask you your kill count with that thing but
seeing your search activity on the network during your breaks I’m making
an estimated guess of zero. Yeah, I look at that kind of stuff. Yours
the most. You have some pretty interesting and specific tastes, almost
like you’re looking for someone exactly, or at least someone who looks like them.

As if you had an intimidating, strict boss who you’d had enough of one day
and you wanted to throw her onto the floor, pull her by the hair and shove your cock
between her lips and down her throat, hearing it squelch and hearing me-uh, her, gag
and spit and make muffled protests, staring into her eyes that are rolling into the
back of her head, letting yourself go pumping your cum right into her stomach.

Fantasy Island – The Final Day [Bi] [anal] [Fdom] [Msub]

Sunday, I can hardly believe it. The day was planned as a free for all where the men were encouraged to take advantage of the last day of being able to have sex with other men in a safe environment. What a fantastic service, really. I had no idea I would end up being the top pet and getting all the spoils of the title. A far more personalised and intimate experience than I could have imagined. I had one more night with Charlotte. Be still her beating heart, along with mine.

I went and sat in a chair by the window. A cool breeze was passing through. We had been blessed with beautiful weather, high upon on a hill overlooking the water. Little other signs of life though there were plenty of fishing boats. I took in what I could because by 9 am tomorrow morning, the harem would depart. Could I live here? Perhaps. It was not financial motivation but I yearned for a slower pace of life and it could be found here despite the frenetic view of an orgy environment. You could hear the house waking up as men took showers, had breakfast and engaged in lively conversation with one another. The talk today revolved around what would happen post-program.

[MF] Sexy Housemate jumps me in bed (Part 2) [nc] [fdom] [anal]

Part 1 in the comments.

After Laurie and broke up, I talked with Cassie about what happened. She apologized for messing up my relationship and said she had just been feeling really horny. She admitted to taking advantage of my crush on her, but said she wasn’t looking for anything from me and it probably wouldn’t happen again.

I was a little stung, especially after the breakup, but I took it and moved on. After a while, Cassie and I managed to be around each other without being weird, so I assumed everything was cool. Little did I know how crazy she was.

After about six months, I started seeing another woman named Beth. It got serious and one night I unexpectedly used the “L” word. She didn’t say it back, but I was okay with that. These things aren’t always in sync.

That night, I came back to find my housemates all sitting on the couch watching TV, Cassie included. They asked me how my date was and I told them what happened. They all cheered me on and said encouraging things, “she’ll come around,” etc. Cassie didn’t really say anything. I watched with them for a bit before heading to bed.

Fantasy Island Day 6 [Bi] [Femdom] [MSub] [oral]

Here comes the weekend!

I felt the lovemaking stain on the bottom sheet and as the morning sun started to flood the room, I looked on at the woman next to me, still oblivious to her surroundings. Not a spot of makeup. Peachy cheeks, full lips and long lashes with a few freckles here and there. Cute by definition. I was going to miss her a lot. I could feel the tears welling up and tried to think about the day ahead. It was going to be my turn to take part of the masculine sex games the others had been getting up to.

I have heard about the “Put The Tongue On The Dick” game. Where the men were in a line, flaccid (or some were stiff, depending on how aroused you were). One man kept score, the other was blindfolded and encouraged to go down the line. Fondle penis and balls. Use tongue and mouth to explore. As he went down the line, the erections began to pile up. Once he had guessed, the next person would be picked and the line would rearrange. It always ended up in a blow job orgy. That idea saw my cock grow stiff as I pottered about the room. I decided to escape for some fresh air and to join the guys for breakfast.

Fantasy Island Day 5 [Bi] [MF] [MM] [MMF] [Fdom] [Msub]

As I woke, there was relatively silence bar the tick-tock of a clock in the room. Friday. Really?

I was beginning to panic about having to leave the island and go back to real life. My job was stressing me out. I was lonely. I was sick of family expectations. Here, I could be myself and I found myself deeply bound to the woman next to me. She had my balls tied up in ropes and inserted a metal rod into my dick. Did it hurt? Just a pinch. I remember going for a pee on her in the shower and there was only a slight sting. When I woke up in the morning, I did before she roused and stood before the toilet. Morning wood meant aiming was a little difficult. Without any pain, I pissed into the bowl and smiled.

Fantasy Island Day 4 [Fdom] [Msub] [MF] [oral] [mast]

The shackles were off. Mistress immediately drew me towards the bed. I felt the vortex of insanity as I sat on the edge of the bed when she wrapped her lips around my cock.

This wet tongue and the seriously wicked lashings as she took my entire length into her throat. She did cough just a little before releasing me and focussing on the tip of my penis whilst her hand manipulated my shaft. Yes, it was what I wanted but how was one to act in this scenario? She expertly sucked me off, and I felt my balls retract. At that moment, I pulled out of her mouth and promptly shot a pissing stream of cum all over her tits. She giggled.

*“Paul, I could sense some uncertainty about what was to happen there. But I am a bit iffy about blow jobs. I prefer not to have cum in my mouth, bad prior experiences and all. So I am glad you sensed my discomfort. I do not normally deep throat either.”*

*“I know. I don’t know what I did to deserve a blow job though.”*

[Group] My experience being the lone naked male at a CFNM drinks/deserts party with 4 women

This happened around 2007 I think? I was in my early twenties.

So I started talking to an older woman online just over 10 years ago when I was single. We were talking about BDSM and she decided she wanted to try her hand in being a domme. So we met at her apartment, and when I got there she was in high boots, etc. and we started making out, I got naked, got tied to the bed, had a lot of fun.

However, she decided she was more of a sub than a domme. So we didn’t have any more fun with that.

But in some way I don’t remember I did tell her that I would love to be naked and serve women. So she told me that she talked to a female co-worker at her office who said, “Okay bring him over!”
So she invited me to serve drinks to her and her female co-worker in the nude.
Okay, I was nervous, but i can do this.

Fantasy Island Day 3 [Fdom] [Msub] [Str8] [MF]

I rolled over and saw the clock. 4 am. Instinct saw me put my arms around the woman next to me so I could spoon her. I did just that then immediately recoiled, fearing the repercussions. She was not my girlfriend. She was a mistress who ran an island resort in Australia with the sole purpose of pitting heteroflexible men against one another for a week of sexual activity between her, her friends and each other. I had won the prize as the top pet and it was my first night in her bed. Boundaries were blurred. She was roused

*“Paul, why did you just flinch then?”*

*“Sorry, Mistress. I just didn’t want to step on any toes. It has not been that long since my last relationship and I miss the companionship. Physical intimacy.”*

*“I am not concerned at all, Pet. Rules of the house are, if you are in bed with me, you can treat me like a girlfriend until 9 am. Maybe I need to write it down in the paperwork we give you. You are not the first man to freak out thinking I didn’t want physical intimacy. I do. I get lonely out here sometimes. Besides…your cock is stirring.”*

The Pet [FM][Femdom][Slave][Fantasy][Elf][Fingering]

The darkness enveloped the room. I could see nothing and hear nothing for hours and I wondered if this was it. Just as I laid myself down in my cramped cage to rest, heart sunken and mind empty. I heard a noise that perked my ears and raised my hopes. The door thumped shut and the sound of soft footsteps echoed faintly through the house. The darkness lifted like a veil as light poured from the ceiling above me. I squinted and looked up at the wooden chandelier the hovered in the air above my cage. The rough wooden frame lined with hundreds of white candles rose to life, burning bright and spread an ethereal white light throughout the room.

I looked around, taking in the sights and sounds of my prison. Wooden furniture lined the walls covered in shiny silks and colourful bottles. Golden candlesticks and stone figures were placed evenly over table tops and feathered twine dream catchers studded with sparkling jewels hung along the walls. My eyes scanned the room until I noticed a figure standing in the shadows. I watched as she stepped forward into the light, staring down at me with those burning eyes.