I like to write edgy gay male stories, but I'd never even heard of the act of sounding before someone remarked on a gay story site that they had trouble finding such stories. I looked the term up and was both intrigued and shocked, wanting to include sounding by one man of another in a story but having no context I could put it in.
I usually write from experienced emotions, and I didn't think I could do justice to the sounding experience in a story without having had the experience myself. I mentioned that to my steady male lover at the time, a university exchange student from Lebanon, who had been sent from Beirut by an old lover specifically for me to mentor at the local university in exchange for regular, dominating sex. To my surprise, Samir (I'll call him Samir, not the least because that was his name) said he had been sounded back in Lebanon and knew of a tattoo artist in this university town who did soundings.
I left it at that for a couple of weeks, afraid to pursue the issue, but my muse increasingly pressed me to write about sounding. I had been challenged to do so. The tattoo artist had rooms above his shop. He was a wiry, bald, but hard-muscled guy, probably in his late thirties, who was a walking billboard for his craft. I normally would not have chosen someone like him to have sex with, but he had something I wanted to acquire, and there Samir was, egging me on. He seemed as excited for me to have the experience as I was to learn of such a strange experience.
The tattoo artist told me that the key to sounding was that I remain absolutely still through the experience so that no internal damage was done—that after my urethra canal, running down my shaft, toughened to the experience through multiple use with wands—rods—of increasing thickness, the worry of damage would lessen. I was trembling. I had no plans at that point to have more than the one experience—and with the thinnest wand possible—so that I could write about it.
Seeing that I already was trembling at the mere idea of it, the tattoo artist said that the best position for me would be sitting on his cock in his lap, with my extremities immobilized. I told him I was worried about giving up full control, and his answer was that that was the whole point of one man sounding another. I would have to be submissive to his every command. And, as preparation, he would need to fuck me first and take full control of me. That I would have to be completely submissive to him; if I couldn't fully submit to him, he wouldn't provide the experience.
With Samir watching, I let the man bend me over his bed and fuck me from behind. As he did that, he gave me commands of positions to take and responses to make with my hands and channel muscles. He commanded that I hold the urge to ejaculate, and I did so, with difficulty. When he was satisfied that I would follow commands immediately, he showed me the sounding rods, saying he would use no more than two of the smallest ones on me in this first experience. Then he explained what he was going to do with them, in detail.
I almost backed out at that point, but Samir was giving me encouraging looks, and I didn't want to disappoint Samir, who had set this up at my request. Once again the tattoo artist said I'd have to remain completely still, but that I didn't have to hold off ejaculation. I could let it flow; I would just have to combat the urge to jerk while I did it if a wand was inside the canal.