Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2012 20:10:32 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: A WEEKEND SLAVE
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A WEEKEND SLAVE -- PART 1
by Ty Shannon
I watched the young man moving aimlessly around the airport
lobby. His face was rather plain, but he had a nice ass that
rippled beneath his tight jeans. It was after midnight, and the
plane from Florida was already over 30 minutes late. Since this was
a small airport, there was nothing to do but wait. The young man
finally walked off towards the coffee machine.
Eventually the other people in the lobby headed towards the
gate, so I did, too. I saw Bob as soon as he walked through the
door -- tall, good looking and confident, striding through the lobby
looking for me. Our eyes locked and we smiled at each other. He
came up and dropped his bag, and gave me a big hug.
"Hey, man, what's happenin'?" he asked. That was his usual
greeting.
"Not much. It's good to see you. How was the flight?"
"Pretty bumpy from the storm. I was a little worried there for
a while." He doesn't fly very often.
He was wearing sandals, jeans and a cutoff tank top -- to show
off his tan and stomach muscles, of course. But he had no jacket,
and the rain made it pretty chilly for the beginning of July, so he
suggested we head right for the car. I grabbed his art portfolio
and he took his bag, and we went out to the parking garage.
We got in the car, and I drove out to the exit gate and waited
in line to pay the parking fee. Once through, I drove up the road a
short ways and then pulled over onto the shoulder. I opened the console
between the seats and took out two leather cuffs. He looked in my
eyes briefly, and then held out one hand. I fastened the cuff
snugly about his wrist. Then I put one on his other wrist, and
clipped the two together.
He wiggled them a little so they were more comfortable, and
said, "These are going to be a little awkward."
"You'll manage."
I drove out onto the highway, and headed home through the rain.
* * * * * * * *
Bob and I had been lovers, off and on, for about three years.
But it was a pretty stormy affair, because he couldn't handle
his liquor and drugs, and because at least part of the time he was a
self-centered, egotistical prick. We had a lot of good times
together, but we also had several very bad times. The main thing that
kept me with him was his gorgeous body.
About five months ago he had moved to Florida -- for good, he
said. His brother was down there and had located a job for him. We
were still on good terms, but I knew we couldn't make it work living
together, so I didn't try to stop him from leaving. Our only
contact since then had been a few phone calls.
Then, about three weeks ago, he called and said that he and his
brother had gotten into some trouble, and he wanted to borrow some
money to hire a lawyer. I turned him down, since I was not at all
sure when he would ever repay me. But I thought about it some
over the next couple days, and finally called him back.
"Bob, you said you want to borrow some money."
"Yeah. And I need to have it pretty soon."
"Do you remember telling me before you left about that secret
fantasy of yours?"
He was quiet for a moment; he probably didn't remember. "What
was that?"
"You said you wanted to be chained up for a weekend and raped
over and over." That's what he had told me.
"Well, yeah, but I'm not sure about that."
"Maybe we can work out a deal."
He was silent for quite a while, but then said, "Talk to me."
"There's a three-day weekend coming up for the Fourth of July.
If you want to come up for the weekend, and spend the weekend in
chains as my slave, then I'll loan you the money."
"I don't know. It sounds kind of heavy to me."
He and I had gotten into some bondage games a few times while
he was living with me, so I was sure he had an idea what I had in
mind; and I knew he could get into it if he wanted to.
But I also knew Bob; he is a supreme con-man, and I didn't want
to leave him any way to weasel out after he got here. So I made it
a point to be very blunt and direct: "Understand, Robert, I am not
offering you a vacation here in town. This is strictly a fantasy
weekend. As soon as we get out of the airport parking lot, the
cuffs go on. As soon as we get into the house, your clothes come
off and the chains go on; and they stay on until it's time to
take you back to the airport. I don't want any shit about that
after you get here."
After some more discussion about details, he finally agreed. I
spent the next couple weeks planning just what I wanted to do to him
while he was here.
* * * * * * * *
By the time we got to the house, it was after 1 AM, and it had
stopped raining. Inside, he asked if we could sit down and talk for
a little.
"Not yet," I told him. "Come on into the back room."
We went back to the bedroom -- he knew what the groundrules
were. I took the cuffs off him, and he started removing his clothes.
He kicked off his sandals, and stripped down his jeans and laid them
on the chair by the bed. He pulled the tank top over his head, and
tossed it on top of his jeans; he was wearing just his bikini shorts.
Bob is about 6'2 and 180 pounds, and it's all muscle! He
flexed his biceps, and posed for me, and told me he had been working
out in a gym several times a week since he had been in Florida. I
could see his arms were bigger, and that his muscle tone was
noticeably improved. He tensed his stomach to show the ripples. We
smiled at each other; he was showing off and he loved it! But so
did I.
I reminded him, "The shorts, too. I want to see the tan line."
He smiled and slid the shorts off, and tossed them on the chair.
God, he was gorgeous! His arms and shoulders were well-muscled, and
his chest crisply defined. A tattoo on his chest was mostly covered
by a small patch of hair. A nice V-shape down to a 29" waist, and long,
smooth legs. God, I loved those legs! His crotch showed stark white
against his dark Florida tan. I felt my cock stir in my pants.
I picked up the cuffs, and he held out his hands for me to put
them back on. Then I pulled his hands behind his back and clipped them
together. I told him to sit on the bed, and he did. I went to the
dresser where I kept my toys and took out another pair of cuffs and
a short chain. The cuffs went on his ankles and the chain clipped
between them. I had him stand up, and another chain was fastened
snugly around his waist with a small lock. I got out his steel cock
ring, and got down on my knees in front of him. I carefully pulled
his balls through first, and then worked his cock through, and
snugged the ring tightly against his abdomen. His prick began to stiffen
as I handled it. It was all I could do to keep from swinging on him right
then -- but that was not the plan. Finally I got up and fastened a
leather slave collar around his neck, and then stood back and looked at
him.
"That's the way I like to see you, Robert -- naked and in chains."
"Fuck you!" But he smiled.
I went up to him and kissed him briefly, and then started
playing with his body. I ran my hands over the muscles in his chest
and stomach, but purposely didn't touch his cock. It became
rigid anyway. I told him to turn around, and then caressed his
back and his ass. He has a beautiful ass; rounded and hairless,
but tight and firm -- perfect for fucking. And it showed stark white
against the dark tan of his back -- I loved it!!
I had him turn back around, and his cock was now standing up in the
air. (Mine was bulging in my shorts.) I got out one more chain,
which was about 3 feet long. One end slid through the chain about
his waist, and then I used locks to fasten the two ends to his
wrists. Then I removed the clip holding his wrists together. He
now had some play in the use of his hands, but the connecting chain
was held by the chain around his waist. "This is what you are going
to wear for the rest of the weekend, slave."
He smiled, but just said, "Yes, sir."
I clipped a dog leash to his collar and led him out into the
front room.
We sat down and talked for a while, about what had happened
since he went to Florida. We had a beer, and smoked a couple
joints. It was a little awkward for him with the chain on his
wrists, but I just watched him work with it. Finally I'd had enough
chit-chat. Seeing him naked and in chains was really turning me on.
So I told him, "Come on, slave, time to get started." I took the
leash and led him back into the bedroom.
* * * * * * * * *
He stood quietly by the bed in his chains, waiting for whatever
I had in mind for him. His cock was no longer hard. I got a
blindfold from the dresser -- cloth, with cotton pads for his eyes.
When he saw it, he started to protest, "Hey, man, I don't know..."
"Shut up, slave." I placed the pads over his eyes and tied the cloth
behind his head, and told him to lay down on the bed. He sat down
and laid back, and swung around so he was positioned in the middle of
the bed. I climbed on the bed and straddled his chest. I unlocked one
wrist and stretched it towards the far corner of the bed, and tied
it there. I unlocked the other wrist and tied it tightly to the near
corner. Then I unclipped the chain on his ankles and tied them to
the bed corners also, so that he was now tightly spread-eagled on
the bed. Then I removed my clothes and carefully put them away. I
put on my own cock ring, altho it was a bit of a struggle since my
dick was getting hard just seeing him tied on the bed like this. I
stood there and gazed at his naked form. I saw his arms tense,
testing his bonds, but they were firmly fixed. I couldn't help
thinking to myself, "He's mine to play with, for the next two days."
I laid down next to him on the bed, with one leg across his
outstretched leg, and started caressing him. We were no
longer lovers but I guess I still cared for him, and I loved his
body. He was hard and tight all over -- chest, abdomen, arms and
legs. My hand moved gently over his arms and shoulders -- I was
in no hurry. As I felt across his chest I said, "Too much hair,
slave."
"I know. When I compete on stage I'll have to shave it off."
His ambition was to be a world-class body-builder, and he certainly
had a good start at it.
I caressed his taut stomach, and felt him lift his hips against
my hand -- he was ready for this scene, too. His legs were not as
well developed as his arms, but I loved the feel of the smooth skin
as my hand stroked up the thigh and under his balls. I could see
his cock beginning to respond. I ran my fingers through the hair,
and then circled his balls and stretched them gently away from his
dick. I moved down and took the cock in my mouth, and did things to
it. As I swung on it, it rapidly got fully hard and filled my mouth.
I pulled off and looked at it as I stroked it with my hand. It was
really a nice dick, smooth and straight and cut. It was not huge,
only 7" or so, but for me it was just right -- I could get it all in
my mouth without choking. I did, and sucked it good for several
minutes.
I moved up and kissed him on the mouth. He didn't respond; he
is normally not into kissing. I kissed harder, but he suddenly
swung his head away. I grabbed his head firmly in my hands and
kissed him some more. He struggled, but I finally forced his mouth
open. I raped his mouth with my tongue for several moments. I
think he really likes it when I do that -- he doesn't like to admit
that he's gay.
Then I got up on my knees and straddled his chest. I pulled a
pillow up and propped it behind his head. He knew what was coming,
so he asked for a hit of rush. I held the bottle at each nostril
for him to inhale. Then I moved up higher on his chest and wiped my
rigid cock over his face. When I put it against his lips, he opened
his mouth and I slid it in slowly, enjoying the slick warmth of it.
He often used to object to giving head; but when he's tied up and
helpless he doesn't mind -- he knows that's part of the game. I
watched as my dick slid in and out of his face. I'm at least 8" and
pretty thick, so it was quite a mouthful for him. He gagged a couple
times as I fucked his face, but he didn't object.
I wouldn't mind just coming in his mouth, since I haven't gotten
off in several days --but it's too soon, and that would be too easy.
So I got off the bed and removed the pillow. I got a ball-gag from
the dresser and came back over to the bed. I told him to open his
mouth. He didn't know what was coming since I had never done this
to him before. So he opened it a ways and I quickly shoved the ball
in. He struggled a little but finally adjusted his mouth to it, and
I tied it snugly behind his head.
"OK, slave, now the fun starts. I don't like all this hair on
your chest. I want to see your muscles, not a fur coat." I went
to the bathroom for the shaving equipment and a warm, damp cloth,
and began to shave his chest. He started to struggle some more, and
mumbled behind the gag, but I warned him to lie still so I wouldn't
cut him. He realized that there was nothing he could do about it,
so he laid there while I shaved his chest. He has this neat, narrow
trail of dark hair that went straight down from his navel to his
pubic hair; but I think that's sexy, so I left it on. I thought
about shaving his dick and balls, but decided that I didn't want to
take the time right now.
When I was through and had cleaned everything up, I looked at
him and caressed his chest briefly. A definite improvement. His
dick was still hard, so it obviously didn't bother him too much.
Then I took a small cord with a loop in the end and tightened
it around his balls, just below his cock. I took the long end and
started winding it around his sac -- around and around and around --
forcing his balls into a small, tight pocket. His balls were now
like a single large nut on the end of a branch. I got down and licked
over them, and swung on his hard cock for a while. Then I took a
small lash with several light plastic strands on it and started
gently whipping his abdomen. He knew what was coming, and his
stomach tensed as he squirmed a little. I heard a grumble in his
throat, but ignored it. I stroked his dick with my hand a few times
to make sure it was nice and hard, and then started lashing it,
lightly but firmly. I lashed his balls, so tight and exposed and
vulnerable. He squirmed some more, and his breath hissed around
the gag. Too bad!
I picked up a few spring-type clothespins. Two went on the skin
just below his chest. No reaction. One was carefully set on each
nipple. He struggled with his bonds and thrashed on the bed a
little. Two went on his inner thighs. More struggles. Then I used
the lash on him, all over his chest, legs and cock. His skin
started to turn pink. But I could see his dick throbbing with the
sensations.
Finally I tired of this and put the lash down. I sucked his
cock a little more, and then removed the clothespins, massaging
each spot as I went. When I took them off his nipples he found out
that it hurt almost as much as putting them on. He thrashed on the
bed as I sucked and licked the nipples. All the time my cock was
throbbing. I removed the cord from his balls and massaged them
gently.
But it was time for other games. I loosened each wrist and
locked it back onto the wrist chain, and did the same with his feet.
I had him stand up, and then turned him so he was facing the bed. I
gave him a hit of rush first, and then bent him down so he rested
his head on the bed. I got some grease and started lubricating his
asshole, using first one finger and then two. He pulled his asshole
away a little at the first sensations, but then he settled back
against my hand. He loved it. Then I got out a vibrating butt plug
and greased it up, and slowly slid it into his ass. When he
reacted, I slid it back out part way and let him relax; but then I
shoved it all the way in.
I had him stand up again, fastened the leash to his collar,
and led him into the front room. We went slowly, since he was still
blindfolded.
* * * * * * * *
My house has a number of nice features. It was out in the
country and set back in the woods a ways, so I didn't have to worry
about neighbors hearing sounds, or people passing by outside who
might see in through the windows. The ceiling had exposed beams,
which were solid wooden 6x6's -- perfect for installing hooks. And
separating the kitchenette from the front room was a counter, topped
by a solid, 4" thick wooden plank -- and just the right height for
fucking. Altogether lots of good potential for bondage games.
I led Bob into the center of the room, under one of the ceiling
hooks. I used a double-headed clip to fasten his wrists together in
front of him and then unlocked and removed the wrist chain. Since
he was still blindfolded and gagged, he didn't know what was going
on. Using a chair to stand on, I lifted his hands over his head and
tied them to the hook -- not too high, because he would be here for
a while. I got down and spread his legs some, so that his
balls were freely available. One ankle was tied to a post and the
other to the far wall. He was now tight enough so that he could feel
the tension - and I saw it in his muscles. His raised arms
bracketed his head, and his rippled abdomen was hollowed some from
the extension of his figure.
I reached around and turned on the vibrator that was plugged
into his ass. He made a pleased hum through his gag to show that
he liked the feel. "Enjoy it, slave -- for a while."
I pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him, and started
swinging on his cock. I caressed his balls and then pulled at his
ass cheeks at the same time, and soon I felt him thrusting slightly
into my mouth. This was just warming him up, of course. My cock
was responding also. I wanted to fuck the shit out of him -- but it
wasn't time yet.
I got up and put the chair away, and then went and got a
special cock-clamp I had built. It was constructed of a short board
which sat on the floor, two metal rails that stood up in the air,
and a second board which slid up and down the rails, but was
adjustable. I stood this clamp between his legs, and slid the top
board up until it fitted snugly against the base of his dick and
balls. I adjusted it upward so that it snugly stayed there. Then a
U-bolt went down over the top of his dick and through the top board
and fastened, so that his dick and balls were clamped there securely.
It was kind of crude, but it worked. Then I turned the adjustments on
the top board to push it farther up in the air, so that he was actually
supporting some of his weight on his crotch. He began to understand
what was happening, and groaned through his gag. My cock just got harder.
I sucked his cock a little more, and then started using the
lash on it. The clamp also made his balls stick out more, so they
got the treatment, too. I tightened the adjustment a little more,
which actually forced his body into an arch. "Very good, slave.
That makes your muscles really stand out." He just groaned again.
I got out my favorite belt. This was about 2" wide and almost
1/4" thick; but it was relatively soft leather, so that when it
struck his skin it really stung and made a loud slap, but at the
same time it didn't cut into the flesh. I gave him a couple more hits
of rush and then went around behind him and gave him a few soft
licks on his rounded ass cheeks with the belt. "This is for
nothing, slave. Do anything wrong and it will get a lot worse!" I
gave him a few more strokes, on his legs and his ass, and then I
moved around in front of him. "Five good ones, slave, so get ready
for it!" He tried to say something through the gag, but I ignored
it. I saw his muscles tense as he waited for the first contact.
"SMACK!" A solid stroke hit across his taut stomach. "SMACK!"
Across his chest, on the nipples. He flinched, and I paused.
"SMACK!" Across his ass again, hard. "SMACK!" On his abdomen, just
above his dick. His body swung from the impact, and he groaned.
"SMACK!" Right down on the top of his thrusting cock. He tried to
cry out, but couldn't.
I put the belt down and started caressing the red marks. At
the same time I talked quietly to him, and he relaxed a bit. "Hang
in there, slave. Just a little more and then we'll go for it." I
didn't want to treat him too rough in this first session. I rubbed
my hard dick against his, and then put them both together and
stroked them slowly. But I didn't do this long, since I was too
close; and I had to save it to fuck him.
I removed the clamp from his dick and put it away. I stood in
front of him and played with his cock. My fingers circled his
balls, squeezed, and pulled downward. He sagged in the ropes, and
I suspected he was tiring.
I took a 3-pound weight and used a short cord to fasten it to
his balls. Then I started it swinging gently back and forth between his
spread legs. He groaned. I added clips to his nipples. His skin
glistened as he started to sweat. I moved behind him with the belt
again. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" Good solid strokes on his back.
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" On his ass cheeks. His body
reacted to every stroke, and the weight under his balls was swinging
violently -- but his dick was still hard as a rock. I was really
getting into this. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" On his thighs. "SMACK!
SMACK!" Across his stomach. "SMACK!" Right across his nipples, and
one of the clips slipped off and flew across the room.
I dropped the belt and quickly put some grease on my throbbing
cock. This was no party game; he wanted to be raped! I pulled the
plug from his ass, and then grabbed his waist and thrust into him -- all
the way to the hilt! Several violent thrusts into his vulnerable
asshole! His body shuddered with each stroke, and the weight swung
uncontrollably between our legs, tormenting his balls on every
swing. My skin slapped harshly against his ass cheeks. I heard him
breathing heavily through the gag, and the sweat was rolling down
from his exposed armpits. I ground my crotch roughly against his
ass, and he sagged from the ropes. Without unplugging from his ass
I reached around in front of him and added two clips to the head of
his dick. The moan in his throat was now almost continuous. I
whispered throatily in his ear, "This is it, slave. This is what
you wanted!" I started thrusting into his asshole and his body swung
on every stroke. I grabbed his waist so he couldn't get away. I
was getting close, but my cock ring held me back. I slammed against
his ass -- again, and again, and again -- until it was there and I
couldn't hold it back any longer. My cum shot into his hot
asshole! I let out a groan, and so did he! I kept stroking until
my dick was milked dry, and then I stopped.
I just stood there, with my arms around his chest and my
softening cock embedded in his ass. The sweat rolled down both our
bodies, and our breath came in gasps. Slowly I came back to normal.
Finally -- reluctantly -- I withdrew.
I sat down in a chair and looked at him. He just sagged in the
ropes. The weight finally stopped swinging. "Good show, slave." He
didn't even groan.
After a bit I went up to him and gently removed the weight from
his balls. I caressed them with my hand, and saw him wince as the
circulation returned. I removed the remaining nipple clip, and licked
and sucked on each nipple to revive the circulation. Then I took the
clips off from his cock. The pain showed in his face as I softly
massaged the skin.
His cock was now only half-hard. I picked up the butt plug and
slid it back into his abused asshole, and turned it on. I knew he
loved that sensation. I got down on my knees in front of him and
engulfed his cock in my mouth. As I sucked on it, it came back nice
and hard, and I heard that pleasurable hum start in his throat. He
may have been tired, but he was clearly not too tired.
I massaged his balls and his nipples, and my tongue swirled on
the head of his dick. I reached around and grabbed his ass cheeks,
and squeezed and tugged them as I forced my face into the hair at
the base of his cock, and just held it there as long as I could. I
felt the head of his dick throb in my throat. As I mauled his ass
cheeks, I started stroking on his shaft -- slowly -- back and forth
-- back and forth. He groaned, and thrust into my mouth as much as
he could. His cock surged, and I knew he was very close. I stroked
even slower, to make it last and make it more intense. Just as he was
getting there, I stopped! Just for a few seconds. He groaned loudly at
that, and tried again to thrust into me. Then I went for it, and
swung smoothly and quickly on his hot meat, pulling his ass and
forcing his hot cock in and out of my mouth, and stretching his body
against his bonds. His whole body shuddered, and his hot cum
spurted deep into my throat! I kept stroking, and he spurted again
-- and again! I slowly milked the rest of the cum from him. Then
I stopped, and just held his dick quietly in my mouth. It pulsed
gently a few times, and gradually started to lose its rigidity.
Slowly I let it slip from my mouth.
I untied the ropes holding his ankles. He gingerly pulled his
feet together, and I heard the quiet moan in his throat as the
pressure on his arms relaxed. I climbed up and freed his hands
from the ceiling hook, and he slowly dropped them to rest in front
of his waist. I removed the gag and the blindfold, and we stood
there, looking into each other's eyes. He just leaned towards me
and I took him in my arms. "Wild shit, man." That's all he could say.
We cleaned up a bit. It was now after 3 in the morning, so I
turned out the lights and we went into the bedroom. After a quick
stop at the bathroom he flopped onto the bed, and I locked a chain
between his wrists, and used another chain to lock one ankle to a
corner of the bed. I climbed in after him, and let my hand rest on
that delightful ass of his.
"Glad to have you here, slave."
"Thank you, sir. It's good to be here -- I think." We both
laughed.
I leaned over and kissed him. "Good night, slave."
"Good night, sir."
If I wasn't so worn out, I would have fucked him again --
slowly and gently. But it was late and I was tired. And he was
mine for two more days.