Cover image courtesy of Michael Manning.
I recently had a wickedly fun duo with the irresistible Christine Love at the gloriously kinky Blue Door Dungeon. Oh, and trust me, this little adventure with Christine’s client, Mr. D, was a feast for the senses.
Oz Bigdownunder had already been there with Christine and Mr D before I arrived. It was a mega session. Mr D had asked Oz to invite two more male escorts to Fuck Mr D up the ass one after the other.
By the time I got there, Mr D and his derriere had already seen a lot of action. And they were about to see a lot more.
Christine, ever the orchestrator of exquisite pleasure, arranged this session for her lucky Mr. D, and I thrilled at the chance to join the fun. We kicked things off by strapping him to the spanking bench—such a perfect perch for a man about to be thoroughly rogered.
Enter the star of the first act: the infamous F Machine. With its relentless rhythm, we set it loose on Mr. D, watching him squirm and surrender as the mechanical marvel worked its magic.
But we weren’t done with him yet. After giving his asshole a proper workout, we moved him to the cross.
Easter came early.
No Frankincense or Myrrh. No Golden Showers either this time.
Needless to say, with my 10-inch strap-on, I’m more of a Biggus Dickus than a Pontius Pilates.
Meanwhile, Mr. D may not have worn a crown of thorns, but he certainly took a huge silicone cock—or two—up his batty.
The Christians really missed a trick there. What their crucifixion scene is sadly missing is some good old fashioned biblical buggering. The scene the three of us enacted would look lovely depicted in stained glass.
We untethered Mr. D and led him to the bed. Christine and I put on a lesbian show for the ages.
Mr D was in heaven.