I'm Back

The two people who read this blog deserve an update. Especially considering they've been waiting almost a year for one. In a nutshell.

Over the past year:
-I dumped my slave boy
-drove across the country with my best (female) friend
-spent a summer in california
-took the GRE's in anticipation of applying to grad school
-started dating my best (female) friend (open relationship)
-drove back across the country with my now-girlfriend
-starting training a new slave boy
- stopped training the new slave boy
- I went on antidepressants
- decided not to apply to grad school
-chilled in Boston over winter break
-began my last semester of undergrad

And finally, the fact you're most interested in - fucked 20 boys since I last posted, bring my current total up into between 78-90, depending on what you count as sex.

For more details of all of this, follow the jump

When "No" only sorta means "No"

I raped my slave boy last night.

He was sitting at the table in the living room, in front of his computer, about to start a game of League of Legends. I was horny, and frustrated that I hadn't properly fucked him in a few days.  I grabbed him and dragged him to the bedroom before throwing him on the bed.

He said no, and tried to run away, I wrestled him to the bed again. I held him down as I stripped off his clothes.  He kept trying to get out from underneath me. I pinned him down until he became exhausted from struggling. I locked his collar on him, grabbed a bottle of lube, lubed up my cock and his hole, and pressed my cock gently against his hole.

Slave boy in collar and cuffs. not the best pic, but I'm not a photographer

Millimeter by millimeter, I worked my cock inside him, playing with his body as I did. Short, shallow strokes eventually grew longer and deeper as he gave way before my cock.  The first time he moaned "fuck me," it almost took me by surprise.  I hadn't intended for this to be mutually pleasurable, and I thought he wasn't interested in being fucked tonight.  He had even said no, and I had politely informed him, while sitting on top of him, that was I going to ignore his refusal, but that I'd be gentle when I fucked him.

Still, once my cock was inside him, he begged me to fuck him harder, faster. And I gladly obliged. I pounded his ass, over and over until he asked me to stop.

I pulled out, got on my back and had him straddle me. He rode my cock while jacking off, though I kept knocking his hands away to keep him from cumming too soon. After I came in his ass, he came - with my cock still up his ass, shooting his load on my face.

Some boys just want to be used and raped  - my slave boy is one of those.  He never initiates sex and his biggest fantasy is to be gang-raped.  From an outside perspective, it might seem strange, maybe even horrifying, that I would ignore that he denied consent.  On some level, it terrifies me that I enjoy it when he tries to resist - it goes against everything I was taught about respecting other people.  But, at the same time, I enjoy it, he enjoys it, and that's what matters.

The Master/Slave Relationship

I'm back in the US now, after fucking my way across Europe.  Paris had the best twinks, Amsterdam had the best orgies, Capri was gorgeous in August and the Alps were amazing a week ago.

Jamie is in my apartment in upstate NY, I'm still at my parents' home packing everything up.
As a recap, Jamie is the sub bottom who I fucked over the summer and then invited to be my slave boy when I return to school. He accepted, and so on Monday I sat down and decided to write up my thoughts on how the relationship will work.  Read it after the jump.

Italia

I'm in Italy right now, which explains the dearth of content on this blog.
The other reason for lack of content is entirely Jamie's fault.
Basically, he spent so much time on my dick before I left the country, that I didn't blog.
He also confessed to me he was 17 and that he had a boyfriend without me prompting, and then broke up with his boyfriend. So... um, sorry Jamie's ex-boyfriend.

Short version is I've been in Italy for a couple weeks and I don't come back to the States until January.
At which point, Jamie is planning on becoming my full time slave-boy. I guess I should tell him about this blog then.

Conclusions

I have recently come to two conclusions:
1) that some boys like to be used, even if it's against their will
2) the next time I get a boy like that in my bed, I'm going to use him relentlessly.

Advice to a Young Man

Within the past couple weeks, a 14 year old hit me up on Recon.  Recon, for those of you who don't know, is gay bdsm hookup site.  Obviously, they don't allow 14 year olds on it. He had a fake profile.

Now, you might be thinking "Hey Jack, isn't 17 the age of consent in New York State (where you live)?  And if you, a 21 year old, fucked this kid, wouldn't you have committed rape?" And you'd be right. Which is why I didn't fuck this kid or meet up with him.  But... he's 14, he's already getting laid, and he wants to be tied up. I can't ignore the little bastard. So, after sitting back and doing some thinking (by which I mean forgetting about the kid for about 10 days while I lived life and then only while lying in bed today, recovering from a nasty cold I came down with yesterday, did I realize I still hadn't emailed him), I composed the following email for him.

I think it's rather good advice overall, so enjoy:

Sex and Lies

 I don't write stories about my encounters too often anymore. There are many reasons for this; I'm lazy, I spend most of my taking making those encounters happen, my naming schema has long ago run out of pseudonyms for everyone I've been fucking, the encounters have become routine, etc.

This story is such an interwoven mess that I'd rather remember all of it, and since it's a good story, I'll share it with you, dear readers.