My Dom Gave Me a Spanking. Then He Taught Me Self-Compassion.

Leo shares a kinky yet surprisingly heartwarming tale involving a lot of hairy ass.

By Leo Seales

Original illustration by Eduardo.

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I once drove thirty miles to a hookup’s house with a prostate toy up my ass.

Not just any toy, but the Bi Amor Dildo by FUN FACTORY x Zachary Zane. Initially, I struggled to get the entire thing up my ass during the ‘clean-out test’ before my date. My tight, angry asshole resisted against the shaft’s firm silicon. When the toy finally barged in, I felt a ring of pain around my sphincter that simmered like a New York City radiator. I was in no way Thicc-Boy-Ballin-Ass-Bottom-Ready™.

It was a Bottom-Bitch-Crisis! How was I gonna give my new otter friend the uh-uh in the good-good if my good-good wasn’t letting his uh-uh in? That’s when it hit me: Why not try keeping a toy inside me? Don’t pornstars do that for gaping/fisting scenes? 

Couldn’t hurt, I thought. 

Except it did hurt. That rigid curved dongle pushed the walls of my tight anal canal from the inside out. And driving on Long Island is a nightmare—a bunch of rage-filled conservative assholes behind the wheel. I’m lucky I didn’t get into an accident.

When I arrived at my hookup’s place, I immediately bee-lined for the bathroom and dislodged that sucker. It was not the prettiest sight—a lot more red than a man likes to see.

Eddie, a lean six-foot Italian otter, chipperly greeted me as I emerged from the lavatory. His enthusiastic grin beamed under the quaff of his luxurious full mustache.

“So, I thought we could shower before heading to the bedroom,” he said. “I have this awesome butt scrub you have to try. It feels amazing, elevates the taste of your hole, and is chock-full of essential oils and vitamins.”

After the drive I had, a booty scrub in a warm shower was the TLC I desperately needed.

Eddie turned the showerhead on and disrobed from his loungewear. The man was a sight for sore eyes. His toned physique showed off the curvature of his abs and crotch. (But he wasn’t overwhelmingly shredded like those Instagram bodybuilders.) Below his furry crotch stemmed two lengthy, gorgeous gams. Eddie’s butt, while smaller than mine, was pleasantly bubbly. I could motorboat between his cheeks if he’d let me.

With tact, Eddie entered the shower and extended a hand to me. My exposed, anxious, nude body followed him in.

Eddie and I stared into each other’s eyes as our bodies, only inches apart, emitting sexual steam. When he leaned in to kiss me, I thought smoke would spurt from my ears like a cartoon character. 

We both knew what we liked: tons of tongue. Our slimy pink snakes wrestled inside the chamber of our mouths. Subtle contractions of our lips separated the amorous reptiles before opening wide to reunite them again. At this point, we weren’t “kissing” anymore; we were full-on tongue fucking.

Hands lingered across each other’s bodies as our skin touched beneath the warm waterfall. After some canoodling, I turned my back to Eddie, who dipped his fingers into the butt scrub and massaged my plump cheeks with his open-palmed hands.

As Eddie distributed the gritty but fine scrub across my backside, I imagined my form was sandalwood and Eddie was an accomplished carpenter. He sanded my bottom until it smoothed into a perfect arc on par with Michelangelo’s David. A citrus aroma rose to my nostrils. My body further relaxed as the shower smelled of lemon liqueur.

Eddie encouraged me to go to town, so I took a heaping gob of scrub and worked on myself more intimately. I scrubbed in and around my battered booty hole and immediately felt relief. My bussy lips transformed from chapped and tight to loose and luscious. I knew Eddie would adore eating off my freshly washed plate.

We stepped out of the shower, dried off, and giddily sauntered into Eddie’s bedroom. Eddie, ever the jolly Dom, ordered me to position myself, ass-up, against the wall. 

“Yes, Sir!” I replied and pointed my booty toward the sky. My head, lowered in a downward-facing-dog, could glimpse under my belly and spot the long lick of precum dangling from my happy penis. How was Dom Daddy Eddie gonna make that slimy line even longer?

Eddie slammed his open palm into my right cheek, and a light sting invigorated my body.

“Yes, Sir. May I have another?”

Whack.

“Thank you, Sir.”

Whaaack!

“Mrm...Oh yes, Sir. Thank you, Daddy.”

WHAM!

“Ugh, FUCK!” I exhaled in painful delight.

“Now, bend over the bed,” Eddie sternly ordered before dropping into his natural state of childlike joy. “I gotta show you something really cool!” 

“Okay. Stay right there…Good. Now look to your left.”

I saw a curvaceous cub with unwieldy curly locks staring back at me. 

Eddie’s face peeked behind the cub’s wide, curious eyes. “Go ahead. Watch yourself.”

The cub in the mirror and I acknowledged each other’s presence. We were indeed the same person, and yet not. My doppelganger eye-fucked me as his presence consumed the room. Suddenly, between Eddie and the dual pieces of my soul, we became a threesome.

I ogled Mirror Me as his face let on a knowing smile. We’re so hot, I thought.

Eddie’s scruffy face dove into my counterpart’s pillowy cheeks. My eyes sparkled in ahegao. 

Look at me getting licked inside and out…Yeah, Leo, take that tongue, you tasty treat. Push this otter’s head in! That’s it. Make him taste your cunt for weeks!

With so much foreplay behind us, it was time to move on to the main event. I took out my toy bag, and we prepped my rejuvenated hole by inserting a small, beige dildo.