Jockstrap Night at the Eagle: Podcast
Parts 1 and 2: Six guys, five condoms, and a night that was worth losing sleep over
House Slave Fag recounts a long-overdue night of sex at the Eagle bar in New York on jockstrap night. After two months without anal, he navigates a packed ground floor — sucking off a hung daddy, coaxing a smaller cock, getting fucked hard by an athletic stranger, and giving himself completely to a muscular Latino guy who turns out to be the fuck of the night. Along the way: condom negotiations, bareback refusals, and the quiet pleasure of being shared.
- Part 1 (00:46)
- Part 2 (07:07)
Two months is a long time for me. This night made up for it.
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Introduction
Hi there,
Welcome to another episode of "A Fag's Journey into Submission." I am your host, House Slave Fag.
I've been traveling a lot lately, and it's been two months since I last got properly fucked. So when I found myself in New York on a Wednesday — jockstrap night at the Eagle — I knew that I had to go. In this episode, I take you through the whole night: six guys, a lot of cock, some condom negotiations, and one fuck that I'm still thinking about. It's a two-part blog post, so settle in.
I'll also share a teaser from last week's premium episode at the end.
Enjoy.
Part 1
After two months without anal sex, I finally got properly and thoroughly fucked. And I have the Eagle bar in New York to thank for it. Wednesdays are jockstrap nights and it’s the easiest opportunity for sex. The fucking area is on the side of the big room on the ground floor and it was busier than I’ve experienced there before, though it’s been a year or two since I’ve been there.
Two things made it work this time. First, they didn’t open access to the second floor, so there were more people on the ground floor than there would be otherwise. Second, security never came by to interrupt the sex, like they usually did. I never understood that in the first place. Did they need to pretend that they prohibited sexual activities because of some antiquated regulations or even current harassment from city hall? Did that stop with the current mayor or did they just stop giving a fuck? Either way, congratulations.
I got undressed as soon as I arrived, except for my chastity cage, jockstrap, black harness, and a yellow band I wore on my right arm, to signal that I could be fed piss. Though I still haven’t figured out how to appropriately ask for piss in the bathrooms downstairs. I remember some fun times in the bathrooms upstairs. And once during Folsom East I got fed piss under the bar, too.
The crowd was mixed but there were so many hot muscular guys. Honestly, I felt a little inadequate, especially as I haven’t been counting macros or working out regularly in the last few weeks of hectic travels. However, I have a feeling that the extra meat actually worked in my favor, as I looked bigger, even if I wasn’t very defined. I seemed to be quite popular and I got a lot of action. The real success was in finding guys who would agree to fuck me with a condom. I’d been worried that I was douching for nothing, but thankfully I found the right Johns and Dicks.
The first guy I played with wasn’t my usual choice, perhaps in his late 50s, but he was athletic and hung thick. I was happy to get on my knees for him and he was happy to feed me, holding my head down and drilling his thick dick into my mouth. Oh, how I love the feeling of a thick dick in my mouth and I loved how this hung daddy looked down at me with a smile and caressed my head, pushing it deeper on his cock. I felt his nipples and he moaned when I squeezed them. Or maybe it was because I took his cock all the way into my throat.
It seemed like he wasn't looking for more than oral, and when I stood up he even mentioned he was going to head somewhere, perhaps deeper into the orgy area of the bar. So I got on my knees and stole a few more moments with his thick cock down my throat before he rushed off, contented.
Next I encountered a friendly Asian guy, perhaps in his late 30s. He was defined and a little tall. I enjoyed feeling his arms. His dick was small but I was determined to please him right away. I was hungry for cock and I also appreciated that he wanted to cuddle. I was less turned on by his licking in my ear, but I didn’t stop him. I did however avoid deep kissing. I didn’t want to risk another cold or something else before my flight, but he and a couple of the other guys that night managed to steal quick kisses, but I didn’t let them get their tongues in my mouth. On the other hand, I was more than happy to kiss guys on the cheek and especially on the neck or the pecs and the biceps.
While sucking this guy's small cock, I could feel some straight hairs at the base of his cock. It wasn’t hard to reach the base, and as he moaned every time I reached it, I was happy to suck deep for him all the time. But don’t worry, his cock did grow a little bit. But just a little.
I also asked him to fuck me and he was up for using a condom. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get hard enough to fuck me. So we finally went our separate ways, though we crossed paths again a couple of times later that night. I even offered to let him try again when he seemed eager, fingering my hole and rubbing his cock against it. I was especially receptive to fingers in my hole that night. Two months without fucking will do that! But what I really wanted was more cock, and unfortunately, he still wasn’t able to get his cock into my hole, even when it was gaped open.
Finally, the third guy delivered all I needed. He was an athletic white guy in his 30s, with a little more muscle. He had a very nice body though he wasn’t especially toned. He was certainly in good shape to have a lot of stamina and fuck hard. And he had the right dick for it. So thick! I loved sucking him off. It filled my mouth and I did my best to also take it into my throat. Surprisingly, when I suggested I’d give him an XL condom, he said he didn’t need it. So modest! And here I was worried he wouldn’t want to put a condom on because it would be too tight for his thick cock.
I put lube on my hole and his cock but it hurt when he pushed in. I have a tight hole and without any foreplay, it’s not easy for me to take cock. You'd think it's the thick cocks that struggle to get in before I'm gaped, but it was the opposite that night. It was the guy with the smaller dick who couldn’t get it in. This handsome, hung, athletic guy got in right away, but it hurt. I needed to pull him out for a moment to apply more lube and he adjusted his approach too.
He showed me he wasn't just a brute. He pushed in and out with smaller thrusts, until his cock was fully inside my hole. That didn’t take long, and then he assumed a fast pace and fucked me hard, showing me real stamina. I wish he could have hugged me, but at least he put all of his athletic power into his strong deep thrusts into my hole.
I moaned loudly and that amused him — I could hear him commenting on how vocal I was. I enjoyed being subjected to this jock's locker room banter while he kept fucking me. I didn't mind making a scene and letting everyone know how hard he was fucking me. So I moaned loudly, but I didn’t stop for a moment. I let him fuck me fast and hard as much as he wanted.
I'll share about the rest of that evening in my next blog post.
Part 2
As I continue telling you about that hot night at Eagle bar in NYC, I’m going to switch up the sequence of the guys I played with, just to save the best for last. Usually that’s also how I like to play. That is, to end my evening on a high note. So I was ready to leave after having an awesome experience with a muscular Latino guy. But I found myself playing with a couple of other guys before I decided to take off. However, there’s nothing to feel sorry about. They were fun too.
One was a short Southeast Asian guy. I usually prefer guys who are taller and bigger than me, but I enjoyed his small, yet very defined muscles, especially biceps and calves. He had a bit of a dominant air about him. He raised his arms to reveal his armpits and I gladly licked them, pressing my tongue deep and hard into them. He pushed me down to suck his small cock and I was happy to oblige. It wasn’t tiny, and when he got excited, it grew a little, but not much. When I stood up and talked to him briefly, I asked if he was a Master. He said he was and I mentioned that I sometimes served Masters as their house slave for a few days. He didn’t pursue that direction however, and as I wasn’t that hot for him, I didn’t push either. I just followed his order to go down and suck his cock some more. I asked him if he’d want to fuck me with a condom, but he said no. He only fucks bareback.
Then there was another guy I would’ve probably played much more with, had he not already come twice. He was perhaps 40 years old, Asian, very handsome, and very muscular, but not very big. He was compact but still bigger than me. He smiled a lot and I would have loved to be with him in bed or on a date. He was so handsome. He also seemed to accommodate my submission when I licked his pecs and lowered my head to rest it on his muscular chest. To my regret, he kept his pants on and his dick in, and I couldn’t even feel it for size, but he was responsive to my hugging and groping. He had such a nice smile and he was so courteous, that I wondered if he was Canadian, pardon the stereotype.
Let me now conclude with the hot guy I keep thinking about. He fucked me so good I could marry him. Or serve as his slave. Or maid. I had noticed him earlier though I didn’t target him. He is a large Latino muscular guy in his 30s. He wasn’t easy on the eyes and wasn't toned, but he had large muscles. His pecs were like pillows and his biceps were really big. And on top of that, he was hung very thick.
Even though his cock was really quite thick, taking his cock didn’t feel difficult at first. His cock filled my ass, but I had no problem taking it. And I was so happy to take it for him. Of course, only after I’d sucked him off a lot. I loved how it filled my throat and I enjoyed it when he put his hand on my head to encourage me to suck deeper. I was happy to. I wanted to give him as much pleasure as I could and I made an effort to swallow him all the way to the base, feeling him at the back of my throat.
Finally, I had to release his cock from my throat in order to let him fuck me, because I wanted that too. I was so glad that he was ready to fuck me with a condom and I handed him an XL one. I gave myself completely to his fucking. I engaged with other guys around me who enjoyed watching me, and at some point, one of them offered me his cock to suck. Actually, the Latino guy kind of directed me to suck the other guy off. Perhaps he was a friend of his. I love being shared and passed around.
Perhaps that gave someone else the wrong message and he felt it was OK to cum on my leg. It wasn't and if I hadn't been busy enjoying a heavenly fuck, I could have given him a scathing stare and stayed pissed for a moment. But I soon forgot about it and didn’t even wipe it off when I put my pants on before leaving. I was focused on the guys who were using my holes. Sucking the other guy off allowed me to shift my attention and just let the big Latino guy continue using my hole as hard as he wanted.
It got even harder later. He had taken his cock out and the condom off, and it seemed like he was trying to get off, as he was jerking himself off. I sucked his cock a little more, as well as his large pecs. Soon enough it seemed to me that he still wanted my hole, as he was rubbing his cock against it. It seemed like he may be hoping that I’d let him fuck me raw this time. It felt so nice, but I wasn’t going to take it raw. I prefer to stay safe, especially when traveling, and my Master doesn’t allow it. But I offered him another condom. He took it and pushed into my hole.
While he was fucking me from behind, I had the privilege of being hugged by an even bigger guy. He may have been Asian, perhaps central Asian, I’m not sure. Of course I’d noticed him earlier, but I didn’t expect I’d get to play with him. In my opinion, he was the hottest guy in the bar. He was huge, even bigger than the Latino guy. His muscles were bigger and firmer, especially his pecs, biceps, and broad shoulders. Unfortunately he kept his pants on too, but I hugged him so fiercely, and he hugged back. He also wanted to kiss, but I didn’t oblige, so he kissed the guy who was fucking me and then he moaned. I loved being sandwiched between the two of them.
This time the Latino guy had beem fucking me really hard and for quite a long time. I’m glad I had the huge muscular guy to focus on, while I was getting fucked, because I really wanted to let him use my hole until he was satisfied — until he finally came. Oh, what a night! I finally got what I came for, and it was so worth it, even if I left myself less than two hours to sleep before I had to finish packing and head to the airport. Dick before sleep!
Conclusion
You know, writing about a night like this, what surprised me wasn't the sex itself — it was how much the condom negotiations shaped the evening. The guys who said yes became the encounters that mattered. The bareback-only guy was fun for a moment, but he's already fading from memory. Meanwhile, that Latino guy who took the condom without hesitation and then came back for a second round? I could write about him all week.
And that final image — being fucked from behind while hugging the biggest guy in the room — I don't think I could have planned a better ending to that night if I'd tried.
If you're curious what two months without sex actually does to your head — not at a bar full of strangers, but when you're standing next to the one person you serve — here's a taste from last week's premium musings episode.
A Taste of My Latest Musings
But I mentioned that there were two things that shaped this visit. The second one was that I was so horny for him. I got so excited every time I felt his body, whether he let me suck him off, or even just cuddle or kiss his feet. And not for nothing. It was just a month or so since we last met, but during that time I didn't hook up with anyone. Anyone! I had no sex in over a month. He let me cum every now and then, but I was hungry for dick.
That hunger, that horniness, manifested again and again throughout our time together over the past two weeks. It got intense for both of us. For him, it made him ask me repeatedly if I had a crush on him. For me, it made me feel greater appreciation for him, so I felt comfortable telling him he was a "10" for me, when he insisted I rate him.
Just as an aside, my Master is a voyeur, so one of the games he loves is watching people walk by and then rating them. He insists that it's not judgy or demeaning, just an honest expression of the opinions we form in any event, whether we want to or not.
I don't love that game and I certainly didn't want to rate him. The truth is that as much as I'm hot for him, there are many guys I find hotter. I love big muscles and very large dicks. He's athletic and hung a little thicker than average, but he's not exceptional in those regards. The thing is that I don't normally put him on a scale against other guys. He's a whole person and the whole package is working very well for me.
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