In response to my “Boner Killer” story, a reader sent in his own story.    I’ll protect the innocent and not post his name or online “Handle”.    😉
 

One time, I was tightly tied to a chair, ball gag secured tightly in my mouth, locked firmly to its corresponding Mr. S collar. The top was doing some “seductive” things including licking the ball gag in my mouth, a bit of breath play by pinching my nose and covering my mouth, but the part that absolutely KILLED my boner was when he suddenly put his entire mouth over my mouth and nose and forced me to inhale his dank cavernous orifice. I literally squirmed and made muffled protests, attempting to toss my head back and forth. Soon as he let off of my face, it was too late, my boner was beyond repair; I was over the scene, I was over him, I just couldn’t recover and my disinterest was obviously translating (that or he can’t read between the lines…or on the lines).

Another time with the same top, thinking he’d redeem himself, he had me tightly straitjacketed and roped down to the bed…which started out great, was rock hard, but then he started getting oddly verbal…he referred to himself as a “creepy old man” (he was about 48, but looked much younger and had a good body) and after that, in a futile attempt to restore my rock hard status, he tried describing a mental hospital sex scene and was suggesting I visualize Brad Pitt? I mean, in theory that’s a great idea, but for this scene, I was like…really? Needless to say, another unsuccessful release, but at least this time I know better than to go back! Kill my boner once, shame on you, boner kill me twice, shame on me.