The Hunting Grounds

Hey, I have my first of many stories to tell you... but first, I feel like I should introduce myself. I'm King Spade and this place, SpadesCastle, is my home. I'm deeply involved in a very unique lifestyle that many people find intriguing and even more find it hard to believe this is all true. As you would imagine my Castle has many rooms, a few fairly permanent guests and many visitors, so many interesting visitors who are offered the opportunity to experience the joys that happen here. Now, I'm a King whether I'm inside or outside of the Castle, so not all stories begin or end here, but it seems like some of the most interesting interactions take place between these walls.

But, I'm not just any man... there is something about me that seems to strip away the layers wrapped around those hidden desires, speak directly to them and bring out the sexual goddess in women. It's kind of hard to explain, it's not something I tried to develop, or that I can show others how to do, it's just a part of me. It starts with listening, well maybe more like observing, because it's more than just words that speak.

While this lifestyle is underground, it's a lot more popular than most people think. You just have to be open to the idea and you will see signs and invitations all over the place. Anywhere, bars and clubs of course, but even parks and grocery stores and the gym, the gym seems like the perfect hunting grounds. In the gym, I think I'm the one hunting, but in all actuality, so many more are secretly hunting me. The approach can be as subtle as ever or so bold and daring it could make a porn star blush.

Let me give you an example, I was approached mid workout by a sexy snow bunny with a phat ass. She came over, motioned for me to take my headphones off, I looked at her to see if she was serious. The look she gave me let me know she'd make it worth it, so I removed the cup from the ear closest to her and leaned over some. She said, if your dick is bigger than 8 inches, I'd suck it til you buss down my throat right in the parking lot... sweaty workout balls and all. My look to her said, oh really, she responded, dead serious, but only if you measure up. As she glanced down trying to see through my workout shorts. Well let's go I said.

Walked her outside and opened the backdoor to my SUV, then I got in the other side. By this time, my dick was hard as fuck and I needed to set it free. I pulled my shorts down and flopped my dick out, I asked her do you need to take a measurement with a confident smirk. She knew there was no need and said a bet is a bet as she used the hair tie on her wrist to put her hair in a ponytail. She went to work, my god, she went to work. Tongue play, lip play, suction, deep throat. So fucking wet, so fucking sloppy. She was doing it all, she was gonna earn this nut. Then she put it on me, the head bob with the double hand action. You know, well most of you probably don't know. I mean we know most of the "men" reading this don't have enough dick to accommodate two hands, mouth and some throat, but you can picture it happening to a real man. Both her hands on the shaft, twisting in opposite directions, sliding up and down as she took my head in and out of her throat. Fuck, she did it, felt my body tense up... she knew it too and she forced all of me down her throat. I couldn't hold any more, I let loose, blast right down her throat. Fuck, I could feel her throat tighten and relax, milking me for every drop. And she took every drop. She wiped up around her mouth and smiled. I was fucking speechless, she said I'm sure I'll see you around and she jumped out the truck and headed back to the gym.

So that was just one of the stories that helps paint the picture of the life of King Spade. Check in often for more, in the meantime keep wishing you measured up and were worthy of this treatment.

King Spade is a fictional character. Every story in this series is fiction, created for SpadesCastle. Any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.