From: <profguy@sprynet.com>
Subject: Bondage Story
Date: 31 Jul 1996 07:58:01 GMT
Organization: Sprynet News Service
Keywords: gay, consensual, bondage
Hey, does nobody post stories to this group anymore? If you like to read
stories, email me at profguy@sprynet.com or at larryis@juno.com. I have
a large collection, and I'm willing to TRADE stories---not interested in
just sending them one way. Send me one, and you'll get one in return.
A Bondage Story
Since Daniel and Matt had nearly been discovered getting horny
in the showers at the gym after their workout, they started wearing
their gym clothes home. They rode in Daniel's Camaro, staining the
seats with their sweat, and exalting in being young, male, and in
love. From time to time, Daniel would glance at Matt, who, when he
noticed, would grab his crotch through his shorts and smile. By
now, each of them knew the routine that they would follow when they
got back to the apartment, and knowing this made Daniel drive
quickly.
Daniel's father had given him the new Camaro as a high school
graduation gift, and the old man even provided the loft apartment
just off Peachtree where the young men lived. Daniel was a year
older than Matt, and a junior to Matt's being a sophomore at the
community college that they both attended.
Both young men were healthy, as slim as colts, and were well-
muscled and taut from their bi-weekly workouts. Daniel was
slightly the smaller of the two. He had blond hair and blue eyes.
Matt was somewhat taller than Daniel, and he had brown hair and
brown eyes.
The two had met at a gay rights rally in Cobb County (a
bastion of bastardy where hate was envisioned as a family value and
the county commissioners thought that they could shackle the
performing arts to their own visions and imagination, furthermore
located in a county that required handguns in one municipality.
Shoot gays? No more that Pro Choice doctors are risk!)
Our heroes, though, soon had made a date to see a movie. And
one movie later, Daniel had invited Matt to his apartment. That
night, they made gentle but satisfying love, and soon Matt
abandoned his dormitory room to move in with Daniel.
The apartment was really an artist's loft in a converted
warehouse just off Peachtree and Pharr Road. It featured expansive
skylighting, a large open area which Daniel and Matt had decorated
with a huge old wooden bed with plenty of sack pillows scattered
around, some basic thrift-shop furniture, and Matt's rather
extensive stereo system.
Riding up the rickety elevator, Daniel leered at Matt. "Are
you prepared?" he asked. "You know you're mine for the rest of the
evening, and I intend to use you for whatever you're worth."
Matt nodded. "This week is yours, but, remember, I get the
next turn, and payback's a bitch." He shook a finger to emphasize
his point.
At this, Daniel laughed. "Could be, but I'll worry about that
when the time comes. For now, I think you should be cultivating
that proper subservient attitude."
"Yes, master." Matt nodded solemnly.
The elevator came to a jerky halt, and Daniel pulled open the
door. They stepped into a short hallway, and Matt reached into his
gym bag for the keys. Daniel placed a hand on Matt's elbow, and
said, "The game starts now!"
Matt nodded and unlocked the door. He went into the apartment
first, and he set the gym bag down by the doorsill. Daniel
followed him in. As soon as the door was closed and locked,
Daniel grinned at Matt and said, "Abase yourself, slave, and beg
for your favors!"
Matt obediently went down to his knees, and raised his clasped
hands up in front of his face. He looked down at the floor and
said, "Do with me as you will, master, but I beg you to be kind to
me."
"You need not fear harm, slave, as long as you will obey me
quickly in all things, no matter what I may ask of you." said
Daniel.
"I am yours to command," said Matt, still not having looked
up.
"Very well," said Daniel. "Get the chair and the ropes."
"Yes, master," said Matt, and he rose from the floor. He
walked across the loft to the scarred old dining table the previous
tenant had abandoned, and he picked up one of the heavy wooden
chairs. He carried it back across the loft, and he stopped for a
moment near the bed stand. He opened the door and extracted
several coiled lengths of soft, cotton rope. Carrying the chair and
the rope, he walked the rest of the way across the loft to the
small combination toilet-bath-laundry room.
Daniel was leaning against the washing machine waiting for
him. He had not removed his gym clothes. When Matt appeared in
the doorway, he ordered Matt to set the chair down and bring him
the coils of rope. Matt carefully lowered the chair, and he walked
over to Matt, eyes downcast, and handed Matt the rope.
Daniel eyed Matt appraisingly. "You're wet, slave, and your
clothes are dirty!"
"Yes, master." said Matt.
"Well," said Daniel. "We'll just have to do something about
that! Strip out of those dirty clothes."
Matt went to one knee and began to unlace a sneaker. He pulled
it off, and then pulled off the accompanying sock. He shifted to
the other knee and did the same. He tossed his shoes and socks
together in a pile. Then, as Daniel watched impatiently, he pulled
his shirt over his head. This, too, he dropped to the floor.
"That's no way for a slave to behave," said Daniel, "casually
throwing his clothes on the floor. For this, you must be
disciplined! Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head!"
Matt obediently stood up. Daniel admired his strong chest and
his smooth stomach. He smiled appreciatively, but he said, "You're
moving too slowly! Must I do everything myself?" With that, he
lowered his hands to Matt's waist and grasped the thin shiny
material of Matt's gym shorts. Quickly he slipped the shorts down
about Matt's knees. Matt wore cotton briefs under his gym shorts,
and already his erection was pushing out against the fabric.
Daniel cupped his hand and rubbed Matt's balls through the soft
cloth. He could feel Matt's cock responding. Matt's face reddened,
but he stood at close to attention.
"My", said Daniel, as he slipped his hand into Matt's briefs,
"aren't you ready. Why, I would almost think that you're expecting
some sort of reward!" He looked Matt in the face, as his hand
slipped lower. "Why you would expect anything, slave, I don't
know, because you still have to be punished for your sloppiness."
He then slipped Matt's briefs down. Matt's cock, freed from
its enclosure, sprang forward. Matt had a large cock which was,
like Daniel's, circumcised. "Step out of those things!" commanded
Daniel. "And pick up those clothes."
Matt slid his briefs and shorts down and stepped out of them
as a pair. He bent to pick up the clothing he had discarded, and
started to give them to Daniel.
"Not to me, slave! Put your dirty clothes where they should
be, in the washer!" Daniel said.
Matt, his erection full, and now frustrated, carried his
clothes to the washer. He set the sneakers on a shelf and threw
everything else in the washer. He turned to face Daniel, and asked
respectfully, "What should I do now, master?"
"Go to the chair, slave, and sit down."
Matt walked over to the chair, and Daniel admired his trim,
youthful buttocks. Matt sat down in the chair, placing his ankles
beside the two front chair legs. Daniel walked behind the chair,
and without having to be asked, Matt crossed his wrists behind the
chair's upright back. Daniel quickly and expertly tied his wrists
together with a length of rope. Matt flexed his wrists
experimentally, and found them to be tightly bound.
Daniel moved to the front of the chair and tied Matt's ankles
to the chair legs. He tied them to the front crossmember, so that
each ankle was suspended, with only Matt's toes touching the floor.
Daniel noted with approval how this position made Matt's calf
muscles bunch up. With each hand, he grasped Matt's calfs and
kneaded them firmly for a short time.
Daniel tested each knot, and then he stood in front of the
chair. Through all of this, Matt had not lost his erection, and it
stood proudly, pressed against his stomach. Daniel traced a
fingertip around Matt's nipples, and he said, "I know what you
want, you with that big hard-on. But you've been a careless slave,
and now you'll just to suffer until I feel differently."
Daniel removed a collar and leash from the shelf, which he
attached to Matt's neck. The leash was a silver chain, which he
left to dangle to Matt's lap. The chain fell across Matt's penis,
which moved in response. Daniel thought that the sight was a fine
image, that of the cold, silver chain links against the color and
flesh of Matt's cock. He had a temptation to stop the game there,
and take that magnificent organ into his mouth. He could almost
taste the pre-cum. Quickly, he put the image from his mind.
"Now, don't make me gag you, too," he warned (although the
boys never had employed gags in their games).
He moved a step away, hoisting himself up to sit on the lip of
the washing machine. He removed his shoes and socks, all the time
watching Matt. What a proper slave he makes! he thought. And how
lucky I am that he's all mine. He pulled his tee shirt over his
head, and then he reached forward one foot, and placed it in Matt's
lap. With his toes, he burrowed under Matt's balls. He began to
flex his toes, massaging that area between Matt's balls and Matt's
glory-hole. Matt squirmed appreciatively.
"What do you want, slave?" Daniel asked.
"I want you to fuck me, master," said Matt.
"Soon, soon, my slave. But first I think I'll keep you bound
a little longer." He pulled his foot away from Matt's balls and
slid off the washing machine. He turned his back on the bound man,
and placed his hands at his own waist. "Is there something in here
that you want, slave?"
"Yes, master!"
"Well, you can have it when you've atoned for your bad
behavior." Slowly and progressively, he slid his shorts down,
exposing a black jockstrap. The strap left his ass bare except for
a small line down his crack. Daniel massaged his ass checks,
knowing full-well the effect that would have on his slave. When he
turned around to remove the jockstrap, Matt's erection had become
even greater. Pre-cum drooled from the head of Matt's cock, which
was richly veined and purpled, and seem to throb with intensity.
Daniel was not surprised to his own organ in much the same
condition.
"Well, slave," he said, "it seems that my cock is available!
But first, we should move you." He bent down and released the knots
securing Matt's ankles. As Matt lowered his feet flat on the floor,
Daniel noted approvingly the rope lines left on Matt's ankles. He
picked up the ropes, stood up, and took hold of the leash. "Come
along, slave," he said.
Matt stood up straddling the seat. Carefully, he straightened
his body and slid his bound wrists up the back of the chair. In a
moment, he was free of the chair and stood on his feet. "Come
along, slave," repeated Daniel, and he snapped the leash.
Obediently, Matt stepped out of the room, with Daniel following at
the length of the leash. As they walked out into the loft, Daniel
watched Matt's rear, enjoying the up and down movements of his
buttocks in relation to his tightly constrained wrists as he
strode. Together, they walked over to the big bed. "Crawl onto the
bed and stand on your knees, with your ankles off the bed."
Matt complied and Daniel tied his ankles back together, using
the same ropes. This time, though, he bound them more tightly,
looping the rope around both ankles and then winding it between. He
pulled the center rope ends tightly and tied two large knots. He
went to the other side of the bed, to Matt's front, and looped the
other rope around Matt's legs, just above his knees. This rope,
too, he twined through the center. That done, he moved back to
admire his handiwork. Matt stood at attention, bound hand, leg, and
ankle, and tried to look properly contrite. His angry erection
thrust forward in counterpoint to the otherwise perfect symmetry he
presented in bondage.
Satisfied with his work, Daniel, too, kneeled on the bed.
Pressing himself up closely against Matt, so that their cocks
touched, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, kissing him
hotly, thrusting his tongue into the other's mouth. He could feel
the chain leash, it's cold silver pressing against his chest and
stomach. He moved slightly causing the chain to brush against his
cock, and he responded by thrusting his mouth against Matt's more
tightly. Bound as he was, Matt responded eagerly, thrusting his own
tongue forward.
For some moments, the two kissed like this, until Daniel
pulled away slightly. He took the leash in one hand and wrapped his
other hand around Matt's neck. A slight tug at the leash and pull
with his other hand was all that was necessary to unbalance Matt so
that he tumbled over onto the bed. The bed, of course, was soft,
and Matt wasn't hurt.
Lying on his side, facing Daniel, Matt allowed his legs to
straighten. When he did this, Daniel looped his top leg over
Matt's, and with his leg and hands, pulled the boy close. For some
time, they lay like this, with their bodies parallel, touching at
flagrant lip, now-heaving chest, massive hard-ons, knee to knee.
Daniel placed an arm over Matt's waist, placing his hand on the
ropes at Matt's wrists. He released Matt's mouth, and laying so
close that he couldn't focus on both of Matt's eyes at the same
time, said, "Well, slave, are you ready to serve me without
question?"
"Please, please," begged Matt.
Daniel pulled away from Matt, and without his support, Matt
reclined partially onto his back. Daniel repositioned himself and
thrust his engorged organ into Matt's face. Matt leaned forward
eagerly, but with his hands bound, was unable to grasp the cock
that he so much desired, so Daniel had to do it for him. He again
tossed his leg over Matt's body and, with one hand, took his cock
and guided it forward.
Matt lifted his head, presenting a straighter path for
Daniel's cock. He stretched his mouth wide, pressing his lips
tightly together, and took much of Daniel's length. With his
tongue, he could feel the veins that encircled his friend's cock
and he could taste the salty pre-cum that presaged the eruption
that would come. He moved his head back and forth, being careful
to maintain his alignment. Daniel picked up on this motion and
began to match it. The rhythm came faster and faster, and Daniel
grunted with pleasure. Soon, he began to fell the sensation that
indicated his coming explosion. Too soon, he thought, and he
pulled away.
Matt reluctantly relinquished his hold, whimpering slightly
that Daniel's cock was being denied him again. Meanwhile, Daniel
was athrob with urgency. Quickly he bent and untied Matt's legs and
ankles. He turned Matt bodily to the side of the bed, rolling him
back so that his wrists, still bound, were pressed into the bed. He
pulled the leash into one hand, and Matt obligingly placed his feet
over Daniel's shoulders.
Looking down, Daniel could see that Matt's cock was also in a
state of some urgency, throbbing with the boy's heartbeat, more
purpled and engorged than ever. With his other hand, he guided his
cock into the vee of Matt's ass. He slipped his cock into that
perfect receptacle and thrust vigorously. Back and forth, back and
forth, so strongly and rapidly that at each forward movement,
Matt's legs would be thrust from his shoulders, only to meet
Daniel's chest again on the return stroke. His breath was coming
quickly now, and he could feel his heartbeat in his temples.
Suddenly, so suddenly that he felt some surprise, he felt his
tension erupt into an explosion, as wave after wave of crashing
sensation rained down upon him.
It was all he could do to disengage himself, but he pulled his
cock out of it's snug refuge, just in time to unload gusts of cum,
which he dispersed in a torrential outpouring onto Matt's groin,
stomach, and chest. He shuddered hugely, his eyes closed, feeling
the slight echoes of the explosion, until his heartbeat slowed, and
then he lowered his cock onto Matt's and, mixing his own cum with
Matt's pre-cum, for a time massaged them both.
By this time, Matt's own urgency was not to be denied. After
all, he had been an adequate and obedient servant, but the game had
been Daniel's, and now the game was over. He gently lowered Matt's
legs to the bed. Matt rolled onto his back, proffering his bound
hands. As Daniel untied the loops, Matt bucked and thrashed,
anxious to be freed so that he could obtain his own rewards. When
his hands were free, he rolled onto his side. His cock, wet with
his own pre-cum and Daniel's ejaculate, stuck to the sheets for a
moment, and then slid across them a short distance, sending Matt a
sensation that caused him to wince. Even before he was fully
turned over, he was reaching for his friend.
Episode 2 of
A Bondage Story
It had been three days since Matt and Daniel had last acted
out a bondage fantasy, and Matt had spent his idle time fantasizing
about what his turn as the dominant partner would involve. All
week he had thought of it, with his thoughts intruding even when he
and Daniel were in bed involved in the normal sex that their love
enabled.
Matt had given Daniel no inkling of what he intended, even
though Daniel had inquired several times. Better to let him
wonder, Matt thought, and see what his imagination does to him.
Matt was sure that his fantasy would take Daniel by surprise.
Finally, the days passed, and returning from the gym, the boys
entered into their fantasy relationship. "The game starts now!"
said Matt, using the words that had become traditional in their
games. "Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!"
Daniel fell to his knees and bowed his head. He said, "I am
yours to command, master, I but ask that you do not hurt me."
"You don't need to fear me, slave, as long you are obedient to
my every wish," said Matt. Daniel kneeled before him, still damp
from their workout, his sandy blond head bowed, and his hands
clasped neatly in front of his satin gym shorts. Matt felt the
first stirring of his cock in his own shorts, and he said, "First,
slave, we have to clean you up. Go into the bathroom and strip out
of those sweaty clothes."
"I obey, master," said Daniel, and he rose and walked across
the boy's loft into their bathroom. The apartment was on the top
floor of a converted manufacturing and warehouse facility, and it
featured a tile-covered shower area as well as four individual
stalls, two of which had been converted for a laundry pair.
Exposed pipes ran overhead to the shower heads, and there were
several chrome-colored drains set directly into the tile.
Matt followed Daniel to the bathroom and leaned against the
door sill as Daniel started to undress. "Face me, slave!" he
ordered, and Daniel turned toward him. Daniel first removed his
tee shirt, exposing his flat stomach and muscular chest. His chest
was mostly hairless, except for a small, blonde ring around each of
his nipples. He tossed his tee shirt away, and pushed each of his
sneakers off using his toes. These he kicked away and then he
lifted each ankle to remove his socks.
Matt could feel his erection straining against his own shorts,
and he could see that Daniel, too, was becoming hard. Daniel
placed his hands on his waist and pushed his gym shorts down to his
ankles. He was wearing only a jock-strap beneath. This too he
quickly slid away. His cock, freed of its confinement, slowly fell
forward. Daniel looked down at his own cock, and then he looked at
Matt, who was still leaning in the doorway.
"What now, master?" asked Daniel.
"Spread your legs, slave, and let me look at you." Daniel
obediently spread his legs and stood looking at the floor. His
cock had become fully erect and thrust upward, close to his belly.
Daniel had a prominent tan line, in a shape and position that he
wouldn't want his mother to see. With his legs apart, and his
hard-on up, his balls were elevated, and Matt could see the inside
swell of Daniel's ass between his legs. Finally, he said, "Turn
and face the wall, slave, and put your hands behind your head. And
don't turn away from the wall."
Daniel complied, and Matt left the room. He went directly to
a closet in the loft apartment, reached up to the shelf, and
withdrew a shoe box. He removed a shiny new pair of handcuffs.
Chuckling, he replaced the box on the shelf and returned to the
bathroom.
Daniel was still standing, facing the wall, in a position of
attention. He did not look back when Matt returned, but he could
hear the clack of some sort of metallic hardware. He wondered what
his friend had in mind.
He didn't need to wonder for long, for Matt said, as he
entered the doorway, "Move into the shower."
Daniel stepped into the shower, still keeping his hands behind
his head. As he turned, he glimpsed the handcuffs in Matt's hands.
They were a new wrinkle he had not seen or used before. He stopped
in front of a shower head. "Not that one," said Matt. "Go the next
one."
Perplexed, but staying silent, Daniel stepped over to the next
shower position. He stood facing the wall. Matt walked over to
him and said, "Hold your hands up next to that pipe, and I'm going
to handcuff you."
Daniel looked up and saw the pair of pipes. He hesitated only
for a moment, because the thought occurred to him that when the
shower was running, one of the pipes would probably become hot.
Finally he chose the one on the right, because the cold water knob
was on the right, and, besides, he knew that if the game started to
become painful, he would just tell Matt, and he would be instantly
released.
Matt reached up with the handcuffs and secured them around
Daniel's wrists. He clicked each bracelet tightly shut. Then he
stepped back to look again at Daniel. Daniel's arms were nearly
fully extended, due to the high ceilings in the loft's shower room.
His back was straight and he stood flat-footed on the tiles. After
a moment, Matt walked over to him and told him to move away from
the showerhead.
Daniel slid his shackled hands back along the pipe and moved
away. Matt slid out of his tee shirt and removed his shoes and
socks. He kept his sweaty gym shorts. Turning and stepping aside,
he turned on the water and tested it with his fingers. As Matt
adjusted the temperature, Daniel wondered why his friend had not
yet removed his shorts.
"Come here, slave, and let's lather you up," said Matt. As
Daniel stepped forward, Matt stepped to the rim of the shower and
picked up a large bar of soap. Daniel stepped under the spray and
found it to be pleasantly warm. "Stick your head in, slave,"
commanded Matt.
When Daniel had dunked his head under the spray and was well-
soaked, Matt began to lather him up with the soap. He rubbed the
soap in Daniel's blonde hair and sudsed the hairs in Daniel's
armpits. He carefully soaped up Daniel's back. When he came to his
friends ass, he slowed. Carefully he ran the soap bar over each
ass cheek, and, when he had raised a rich lather, he took his hand
and ran it deep into the cleft between Daniel's buttocks. He ran
a finger down to Daniel's asshole and applied just a little bit of
pressure. Daniel stiffened. For several moments, Matt ran his
fingers between Daniel's asshole and the base of his testicles,
pressing upward.
Daniel's cock had, of course, become stiffly erect, standing
out away from his body, throbbing with the intensity of his
heartbeat.
Matt himself was becoming completely wet, but he kept on his
gym shorts. Finally, he moved away from Daniel's ass cheeks and
finished soaping up Daniel's legs. He rubbed the soap in the area
behind Daniel's knees, feeling the soft flesh there, and then he
soaped up Daniel's ankles. Daniel was now completely covered in
soap, from his head to his ankles, and Matt commanded him to move
forward.
Daniel moved so that his head was directly under the spray.
Suds ran from his hair, down his muscular back, funneled between
his buttocks, and divided to flow down to his ankles. Matt gave
him a minute, until the pouring water had rinsed all of the soap
away. "Now, move back and let me do your front," he said.
After Daniel moved well back, Matt stood in front of him and
began to soap his chest. He lingered on Daniel's nipples, rubbing
on each a circular pattern with his thumbs. He soaped Daniel's
stomach, enjoying the sensation of his hands gliding over the
smooth muscles. Daniel had lost none of his erection, but Matt
paid it scant attention. He quickly ran the soap over Daniel's
cock and balls in a perfunctory fashion, and then he continued down
Daniel's legs.
Daniel was not expecting this, and he looked down. Matt was
spending more time on his knee-caps than he had done with his cock!
Daniel feel some confusion, and more than just a little
frustration. Soon, however, Matt stepped away and ordered Daniel
to rinse.
Daniel did so, and Matt waited until every bit of residue was
removed from Daniel's body. Then he ordered Daniel to step back,
and he turned off the water. Daniel stood silently, with his arms
arching above his head, and his erection pointing forward.
Matt walked behind him and reached up and unlocked one of the
handcuffs with a key that he had removed from a pocket. Daniel
thought that he should rub his wrists, like the crooks always do in
the television shows when their handcuffs are released, but his
wrists didn't really hurt, and, besides, Matt gave him no time.
"Put your hands behind your back now," he told Daniel. Quickly he
snapped the cuff back on. "Now, let's go in to the bed."
He took one of Daniel's arms, and with the two of them still
wet and dripping, led Daniel into the loft and toward the old,
scarred bed. Shouldn't we dry off? wondered Daniel, but he kept
his counsel, and soon they were at the bed.
"Lay down on the bed on your belly, with your head facing the
foot," Matt told Daniel. Daniel obediently lay down, but Matt did
not immediately climb into the bed. Instead Matt walked to the
closet, and Daniel watched him, with his face pressed against the
sheets. Matt reached to the top shelf and again withdrew the shoe
box. He walked over and sat on the bed. He showed the box to
Daniel. "Just some new toys I picked up," he said, "but I think
you'll like them. You're wearing one of them, already."
Matt grasped the slender links between Daniel's wrists and
lifted them slightly. "How do they feel, slave?"
Daniel knew that this was his opportunity to complain if he
wanted to stop the game, but he had no wish to do so, so he
answered, "I am yours to command, master."
This answer pleased Matt, and he moved down to Daniel's
ankles. From the box, he removed a pair of shackles and a short
chain with a clasp link on each end. The shackles he attached to
Daniel's ankles, and he snapped one end of the short chain into a
link in between. Then he grasped Daniel's ankles and lifted them
away from the bed, bending Daniel's knees back and his ankles
toward his hands. He walked up on his knees up that he rested on
Daniel's ankles with Daniel's feet up under his crotch, and he
fastened the other end of the chain between Daniel's handcuffs.
Daniel tried to look back, but he could only turn his head so
far, and Matt was pressing down on his legs. He realized that he
was in a position that was equivalent to being hog-tied. He
wondered what Matt would do next.
Matt climbed off of Daniel and stepped off the bed. He took
his hands and turned Daniel onto his side. Daniel's erection
pointed straight out. "Now, that's where I want you slave!" said
Matt.
He grabbed the waist of his own shorts and pulled them down.
His cock sprang lazily forward. He was standing so that his cock
swam in Daniel's vision, hard knobbed and veiny. He caressed
himself for some time, inches from Daniel's face, and then he bent
to kiss Daniel on the lips. Daniel lifted his head sideways to
participate, and both boys thrust out their tongues. Matt sat on
the edge of the bed, twisting his nude torso to rest on an elbow,
while he kissed Daniel. With his other hand, he massaged his cock.
Finally the kiss ended, and Matt lay down on the bed and placed his
lips around Daniel's cock.
Daniel took a deep breath, and looked down over his chest. He
could see Matt's head, his still-wet hair plastered over his scalp,
and he felt Matt's lips on the head and shaft of his cock. He
closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar sensations to wash over
him, when, suddenly, the sensations stopped! His eyes flew open,
and he found Matt stepping away from the bed!
Matt grinned hugely. "Hell, what am I doing? I haven't even
cleaned up. Stand by." and he turned on his heel and marched to
the bathroom.
Daniel, laying there bound hand to ankle, suddenly
comprehended Matt's plan. His fantasy is to shackle me, excite me,
and then tease me! he thought. He heard the water running in the
showers. Here I am, bound like a steer ready for branding, with a
throbbing hardon, and he's probably whacking off in the shower
right now!
Daniel spread his knees and raised his head, trying to find an
angle where he could see through the open shower door, but only
succeeded in rolling himself over onto his belly. His erect cock
struck the sheet first, bent slightly, and then slid up along the
sheet, lighting a candle in that secret part at the base of
Daniel's stomach, a not entirely unpleasant sensation that caused
him to grit his teeth. He lay on his stomach, his chest heaving
and his heart racing. Soon he heard his friend begin to sing in
the shower.
He experimented with his bonds. He could separate his wrists
about four inches, and it felt like his ankles could move about
that far, too. He could feel the connecting chain with one hand at
a time, and he could touch his ankles and his heels if he stretched
his fingers. All in all, he was as tightly bound as he had ever
been. He could probably rock his body, twisting his torso, and
see-saw himself sideways. Of course, all he would achieve from
that would be falling off the bed.
He lay there, horny as hell, and stewed.
After some time, Matt returned from his shower. Daniel, by
twisting his head, could see that Matt had taken time to towel dry.
Well, Daniel had spent some time first on his side, and then on his
belly, and by this time, he was dry, too.
Matt grinned hugely. "Well, slave," he said, "are you about
ready to get fucked?"
"Yes, master!" Daniel answered quickly.
"But first," Matt said, "let's see what's on tv!"
Daniel groaned loudly, and was about to protest, but Matt
burst into laughter. "Now, that WOULD be a terrible thing to do to
a faithful slave, what with him being all chained up and unable to
move about, wouldn't it?"
"Damn straight," said Daniel, wriggling against his chains.
He was pleased that Matt quickly leaned over him and removed the
chain between his wrists and ankles. Daniel, his legs
straightening, rolled onto his side. He lifted his upper knee,
expecting Matt to remove his ankle shackles, but Matt instead took
Daniel's feet in his hands and he lifted them into the air. This
caused Daniel to roll back so that his hands were pressed into the
sheets.
Matt pushed Daniel's bound legs back over toward his head,
pressing Daniel's knees up against his chest, and inspected
Daniel's ass. He spread his left hand and took Daniel's ankles
between his thumb and three outer fingers. Daniel looked up at him
through his legs. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against his
stomach.
Matt took his other finger and traced along Daniel's asshole.
His own cock was by now drooling pre-cum, and he took a small
amount of it and rubbed it around the head of his extended organ.
This was all the lubrication that would be needed, for his friend's
asshole had long before learned to accommodate his cock.
He guided his engorged cock between Daniel's ass cheeks,
pressed the head against the tight musculature, and plunged his
shaft inward.
As Matt's cock traveled into Daniel's bowel, it pressed
against Daniel's prostate gland, sending a scarlet and pleasurable
sensation along Daniel's spine and out to the head of his cock. Daniel
had been holding his breath, and he released it in a shuddery gust.
Matt thrust his cock deeply, slowly, pushing his entire length in,
and he paused for a moment.
He was standing beside the bed, with one hand on Daniel's
ankle restraints, one hand pressed against Daniel's left leg, and
his cock up to its base in Daniel. Daniel lay on the edge of the
bed, with his ass up in the air, his knees wide and his ankles up
near his chin. His hands were flat, pressed against the sheets,
and he was using his strong arms to help support his position.
The pause lasted perhaps for five seconds, and then both young
men drew deep breaths, and the action recommenced.
Matt drew his cock back, till the inside edges of his helmet
were touching the inside muscles of Daniel's bung hole, and then he
rocked forward, smoothly sliding his cock up to its base. With
this, he soon established a rhythmic motion, in and out, in and
out. Daniel immediately picked up on the motion, and began to
exercise some muscle control of his own: at each rearward movement,
he clenched his asshole.
Even in his mounting passion, a part of Matt's mind was aware
of Daniel's muscle control, and he marveled.
Soon, the pace accelerated, and Matt could feel his groin
tightening. He tried to hold on just a moment longer, but soon the
effort became too great, and with a mighty shudder, he released his
pent-up stream into Daniel. Time and again, the contractions came,
and then the explosions. In his passion he cried out. Waves of
pleasure racked his body, seeming to make his every nerve scream,
his breath to catch, causing his back to arch.
For some moments, he continued to plunge in and out, acting on
some animal instinct over which he had no conscious control (as if he
had then had a consciousness with which to control himself). At
last, all of his jism had been pumped out, and the waves of
pleasure began to fall back in themselves. Soon, his head cleared,
and he withdrew from his friend.
Daniel had become pre-orgasmic himself, just watching and
listening to Matt, and now he began to feel some urgency. He rolled
over onto his stomach, and held his wrists apart. His cock pressed
down into the sheets.
Matt soon sat on the bed beside Daniel. His only comment was,
"Wow!" He unlocked one of the handcuffs, and Daniel rolled over on
his back. Daniel took the key from Matt and unlocked the other
handcuff.
"Where's the key to the ankle chains?" asked Daniel.
Matt, feeling the laziness that often overcomes men after
great sexual release, smiled and said, "Still over there, in the
box. Why don't you just leave them on a little longer?" He
reached out and took Daniel's cock into his hand.
Daniel frowned for a moment, and then he said slowly, "Okay,
I'll keep the ankle cuffs, but YOU get the handcuffs."
"Ah," said Matt, "but it's my game."
"It WAS your game," said Daniel, "but you had a good turn, and
I demand equal access!"
Matt opened his mouth to protest, but then he thought better
of it. After all, hadn't he just had the ride of his life? How
could he now deny his friend, the VEHICLE of that pleasure? After
a moment, he shrugged. "Okay," he said, "the slave becomes the
master." And he turned his back to Daniel and offered his hands.
Daniel put the cuffs on Matt, and then he reached over to the
other side of the bed for one of the overstuffed pillows the boys
used for watching tv and reading in bed. He placed the pillow on
the cross member of the foot rail and directed Matt to kneel across
it. Matt walked on his knees over to the foot of the rail and he
leaned his chest across it, supported on the pillow. Daniel tried
the security of the hand cuffs, and then he slapped one of Matt's
buttocks.
"Now," Daniel said, "I want some of that!" He climbed off the
side of the bed and went around to its foot. He stood in front of
Matt, and then he had an idea. He went back around the bed to the
bed stand and reaching inside, withdrew a collar and leash. The
color he buckled around Matt's neck, and he attached the leash to
the collar. "Is that too tight?" he asked.
"I'm okay," replied Matt. He looked almost comical, with his
ass up in the air, his hands behind his back, and his face resting on
the large pillow. Daniel looped the leash around the base of the
bed stand, and then he smiled at his friend, and said simply, "My
turn."
He moved his purpled, engorged cock forward. Daniel opened
his mouth widely, pressing his lips inward. Matt guided his cock
with his hand, into Daniel's mouth. Daniel raised his head
slightly, presenting a straight line from his mouth to his throat.
His mouth stretched to accommodate his friend's size. He could
taste the salty pre-cum, and he could feel the massive veins that
supported his friend's erection. He experienced a gagging
sensation, which he quickly averted by making a rapid intake
through his nose. He buckled down and devoted himself to his
friend's pleasure.
Some remote part of his consciousness surveyed his situation,
however, as Daniel thrust most of his entire length deep into
Matt's throat. Matt felt almost as if he was floating, and he
imagined that he could look down on Daniel and himself from above.
What would he see?
He would see Daniel's sandy-brown head and slim shoulders, his
well-muscled back and his smooth buttocks arching in and out of
view, and, perhaps, his own face, buried in Matt's belly. He with
his hands stuck out behind himself, his ass in the air, and his
feet splayed out rearward. He could feel his balls and his spent
but half-pubescent cock swaying in the breeze.
All of this thought took just a moment, for then Daniel had
began to thrust deeply, and Matt gave Daniel's movements his whole
attention.
Daniel closed his eyes, willing himself to conserve his energy,
unconsciously funnelling his reserves into his actions. He plunged
forcefully, thrusting again and again, feeling himself come to the
verge of explosion.
Matt, finding himself somewhat busy, and it being difficult
to breathe, finally let out a mmmmnphle sound when Daniel was on the
out stroke. He released his lips, letting Danielslip out and then he
crouched there, panting.
Daniel looked down at his friend and realized that he had been
taking his entire length. He was amazed that Matt had been able
to sustain it. "Wow," he heard Matt gasp, echoing his earlier
words.
Even though he felt some amazement, Daniel's urgency was not to
be denied. Quickly he stepped around to the side of the bed.
Matt, meanwhile had tried to stand up on his knees, still
catching his breath, but he forgot about the leash wrapped around
the bed stand, and was unsuccessful. Daniel climbed into bed right
behind him, standing on his knees, though. His cock was pressed
against Matt's manacled hands, and Matt's hands, without any
conscious effort on Matt's part, tried to guide Daniel's cock
downward.
Daniel lifted a knee over so that both of his knees were between
Matt's ankles, and then he placed his hands on Matt's shoulders
and pushed forward. Matt yielded quickly, and allowed Daniel's
hands to guide him back down onto the pillow. He turned his head
and tried to see behind him.
Daniel reached between Matt's legs, grasping Matt's cock,
not surprised to see it hard again. He massaged Matt's cock for
a short time and then he placed a hand on Matt's ass and, with
his other hand, guided his throbbing organ to Matt's glory-hole.
His cock slid smoothly in, thrusting deep into Matt's gut. He
thrust all the way, until his torso thrust against unyielding
flesh.
Matt, remembering the extraordinary muscle control that Daniel
had employed, resolved to do the same for his friend. He
concentrated on Daniel's movements, feeling the rhythm of the
thrusts, and willed his asshole muscles to respond. With each
passing thrust, he felt himself catching the rhythm. Soon he was
panting from the effort.
Daniel had closed his eyes. His hands had somehow migrated from
their positions. He had one open hand pressed against the small of
Matt's back, and his other hand was a fist, pressed against the
palm of one of Matt's hands. Daniel could not have realized that
he had clinched his fist, and Matt could not have realized that
he grasped that clinched fist.
Sweat trickled from Daniel's reddened face. His breath came in
rushing gasps. His back arched with each thrust, and he could feel
the pre-orgasmic tension mounting, ready to flood his entire being.
Being so close to release, subconsciously he slowed.
This change of pace was noticed by Matt, who by now was
lifting his chest completely off of the pillow with each thrust, to
the extent that the dog leash allowed, so rigorously was Matt
matching his movements to Daniel's.
Daniel thrust again and again, smoothly slowing now, easily. He
felt the rising tide of orgasmic release approach, and before he
could comprehend it, his bowels clinched, his nerves howled, and he
exploded into ecstacy. Wave after wave crashed down upon him, and
he screamed out his joy. The sensations set his nerves on fire,
and he felt light-headed and faint. For some time the sensations
continued, and his overly-taxed mind took in little else.
During this time, he had pulled free of Matt, and fully half
of his load he had spent spurting on Matt's balls and cock. He
collapsed forward against Matt's back. Matt spread his hands
wide and flattened them against Daniel's belly. His own breathing
was racing. For some time, the boys stayed in that position,
molded to each other, spent.
And then, Daniel pushed himself away, only to collapse on his
back against the bed sheets. Only then did he realize that his
ankles were still shackled. A crazy thought zinged past him: this
is how mermaid men do it...
Matt straightened up to his knees, his breathing becoming
more controlled and his heartbeat slowing. He looked at Daniel, who
was wearing a goofy smile. He smiled in return, and twisted around
on his butt, sitting up in bed and holding his shackled wrists out
to his friend.
Daniel chuckled, and said, "I believe you chained my ankles
before I chained your wrists, so you unlock my ankles first,
lover."
"Well," said Matt, "that would be hard to do, considering my
hands are behind my back." While he was saying that, Daniel had
pulled Matt down into a reclining position. Matt turned over to
look at Daniel. He found Daniel's lazy little smile, and he found
Daniel's mouth. Quietly, they kissed, long and lovingly. When at
last the kiss ended and the two lay side by side, Matt said, "I've
got an idea."
"Oh?"
"We could go take a shower."
"Hey, that's what started all this!"
"Or, we could just lay here for a while."
Tired, happy, and spent, they did just that.
And when they awoke, they found the keys, released themselves,
and went to the showers...
Episode 3 of
A Bondage Story
Daniel pulled his wet tee-shirt over his head. Matt looked
over at him and laughed, "Isn't that kind of red-neck? I mean,
shouldn't you be in a pickem-up-truck, drinking Butweiser, and
spittin' out the window?"
"Hell," said Daniel, "it's ninety degrees out here, and we're
sweaty. Why not?"
"Yeah, but down Peachtree?"
"Sure! We have no shame!" laughed Daniel. "Or do we?"
"Not if you say so," responded Matt, and he too slipped off his
tee-shirt. As Daniel started the sleek Camaro and put the car into
gear, Matt lowered the passenger side window and propped his elbow
up on the door. He looked over at Daniel when Daniel stopped at
the far side of the large parking lot.
"Hey, what's up?" asked Matt.
"Just something I want you to try," answered Daniel, as he
opened the car's center console. Matt peered over the lid and saw
Daniel remove the pair of handcuffs that Matt had surprised Daniel
with the week before.
"I've already tried THOSE, buddy," said Matt, "and I don't
think you're going to get me into them! At least not right now!"
"Hey," said Daniel, "give it a try! No one'll see us, and you
won't even have to get out of the car! Besides, it would turn me
on something fierce!" He closed the console and placed the
handcuffs on the cover. They glinted in the afternoon sunlight.
Matt's mind turned the idea over. The thought of being bound
and secured in public (or as public as out of direct sight in an
automobile was) tempted him, and he could feel a response from his
crotch. But he said, "What if we get in an accident? I'd be
stuck. I couldn't even open the door!"
"Hey, have I ever gotten us in an accident so far?" pointed
out Daniel. "Besides, I'll drive real careful!"
Matt found himself weakening. "Oh, what the hell," he said,
and he held out his hands.
Daniel grinned and said, "Not that easy, buddy! Behind your
back!"
"Ah, shit," said Matt, frowning. "I don't want to sit on my
hands all the way back!"
"Hey, you can lean forward! It's only about five minutes!"
Matt considered it, and then he smiled ruefully, "Shit! The
things I do for you..." He turned sideways in the seat and held
his hands behind his back. Daniel grinned and quickly clasped the
handcuffs on the other boy's wrists. Matt turned forward in the
seat and gently lowered himself to the seat back. He could feel
his cock stir in his gym shorts, and he squirmed to find a
comfortable position. Daniel leaned over the console, across
Matt's lap. "What now?" asked Matt.
"Just fastening your seat belt!" grinned Daniel. "Wouldn't
want anything to happen you."
"But you promised no accidents," said Matt, as he felt the
smooth fabric slide across his naked chest.
"Sure!" said Daniel. "Just think of it as a little extra
restraint." He clipped the lap belt across Matt's hips, and tugged
on the belt to make it snug. Settling back in the driver's seat,
he pulled on his own seat belt. "Are you ready?" asked Daniel.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!"
Daniel grinned and slipped the car into gear. Carefully, he
drove to the edge of the parking lot and merged smoothly with the
late-afternoon traffic. The boys turned south on Peachtree.
From time to time, Daniel stole a glance at Matt. Matt sat
looking forward, his brown hair blowing in the breeze from the open
window. His back was arched slightly, but he did not look too
uncomfortable. Daniel's cock stirred in his shorts, and he reached
down with one hand to readjust them. Matt saw this movement, and
he smiled knowingly.
The boys traveled through several traffic lights without being
stopped, and then they turned off onto a much smaller road. This
road was narrow and curved, and Daniel skillfully applied steering
and throttle. The sleek sports coupe responded to Daniel's careful
inputs, sweeping through the curves and charging up the hills.
Matt braced himself against the door of the Camaro, and he
thrust his hip against the seat belt. The Camaro travelled over a
small bridge, and a sharp right-hand turn followed. Matt pushed
himself harder against the door, and he looked across at the
speedometer.
"Shit!" Daniel suddenly exclaimed, and Matt was thrust up
against the seat belt as the car rapidly braked.
"What?" cried Matt, and he looked up. To his complete
surprise, several police officers were standing in the middle of
the narrow road. Their patrol cars were parked along the grassy
roadside.
Taking the scene in instantly, Daniel modulated the pressure
on his brakes, so the car would not nose dive. Smoothly the Camaro
came to a stop alongside an blue-clad officer.
The officer was overweight and had a beefy, red face. He wore
reflective sunglasses and had a microphone clipped onto his left
shirt pocket. He looked in the Camaro at Daniel, and said, "Where's
the fire, son? Gettin' someplace in a hurry?"
"Uh, no sir, officer! You all just surprised me, right here
after the curve. What in the middle of the road and all, I
mean..." Daniel realized that he was babbling, so he snapped his
mouth shut.
The officer looked at the bare-chested young man in the glossy
red car. (Daniel could see a distorted view of himself in the
officer's mirrored lens.) The cop nodded his head wisely, and said
"Well, I won't cite you for speeding, but you oughta be careful on
these side roads." He cleared his throat. "This is just a routine
traffic check, and I need to see your driver's license and proof of
insurance."
Daniel was devoting his attention entirely to the policeman,
but Matt, acutely aware of his restraint and helplessness in the
current situation, was feeling tense. Could the officer see him,
over in the other side of the car? Did Daniel have all of his
paperwork in order? Were they doing anything illegal?
"Got 'em right here, officer," Daniel said, and he reached
across the interior to the glove box. Only then did he think of
his friend sitting there handcuffed. His eyes widened and he
looked at Matt. Matt made a shushing sound and nodded his head
toward the glove box. "Go ahead!" he whispered urgently.
Matt nodded and withdrew his wallet from the glove box. He
turned back to the officer and fumbled in his wallet for his
driver's license. He removed his insurance card from a clip on the
sun visor. He held them both out and said, "Here, sir."
The policeman took the cards, and he stepped away from the car
door. Daniel tried to shield Matt from the officer's view by
turning sideways in his seat, and Matt tried to make himself small
by pressing back into his.
The cop verified the dates on both cards, and then he studied
Daniel's picture on the license. He stooped slightly to get a
better view of the young driver, and his eyes raked the interior of
the car. The young man was behaving a little bit strangely, he
thought, but he saw nothing amiss. He glanced at the passenger,
who looked away. Hmmm.
He straightened. He thought for a moment, and then he handed
Daniel's cards back to him. "Every thing seems to be in order
here."
"Thank you, sir!" said Daniel, taking the cards. He smiled at
the policeman.
"But, uh... son," said the officer.
"Yes, sir?" said Daniel.
"What's your friend hiding behind his back?"
Daniel's heart thumped. "Uh, nothing, officer! We're just...
you see... " Matt made a low strangling sound, and Daniel had an
inspiration. "You see, it's just a joke... It, it was a bet! I,
uh, I bet him that he couldn't keep his hands off the radio for,
uh, ten minutes, and he couldn't! So, since I won, I got to, uh,
handcuff him for the rest of the way home."
The cop frowned. "Hey!" said Daniel, "I'm not kidnapping him
or anything! You can ask him!"
"Is that a fact?" He stooped down and looked across at Matt,
who was looking somewhat miserable. He repeated his question,
this time directed at Matt, "Is that a fact, son?"
"Y-yes, officer! That's right! I lost a bet, and that's all
there is to it."
The policeman leaned forward, interested. "Take his seat belt
off and let me see," he told Daniel. Daniel released the seat belt
and Matt turned away, lifting his bound hands high so the officer
could see them over the car's console.
"Well, I'll be damned," said the officer. "Where did you boys
get the cuffs?"
"Uh, I got them," said Matt, turning to face the officer, "at
a pawn shop on Pharr Road."
"Humph!" the cop snorted. "Those kinda cuffs couldn't stop a
crazy dope fiend. Nosir! For law enforcement work, you gotta have
the real thing." He patted the cuffs at his hip. "Smith and
Wesson's."
Daniel pursed his lips and tried to look impressed. The cop
chuckled, "Now I've heard it all!" He shook his head. "I don't
reckon you boys are breaking any laws, but I don't think that
handcuffing your friend in a moving vehicle shows great SENSE. You
two can go, but be careful out there."
Daniel and Matt nodded their heads and said, "Yes, sir!"
Daniel put the car in gear.
"But son..."
"Yes, sir?"
"Yall put those seat belts back on, ya hear..."
"Yes, sir!" said Daniel. "Right away!" He leaned over Matt's
lap and withdrew the seat belt. He quickly latched it and then
latched his own. He glanced at Matt and could see relief drawn
across his friend's face.
He nodded to the cop and slowly advanced his throttle. As he
left the road block, he heard the officer loudly call to the other
cops, "Hey! Ya wanna know what those two lunatics boys was doing?"
Matt sighed and shrank into the seat. Both boys were red-
faced, embarrassed. Daniel laughed nervously.
"You son-of-a-bitch!" Matt said. "I can't believe you carried
that one off!"
"Just lucky, I guess," said Daniel.
* * *
Minutes later, Daniel drove the Camaro into the parking garage
of their apartment. He noted the Volvo and the Saturn belonging to
their downstairs neighbors, Taylor and Sarah. He parked beside the
Saturn, across from the old building's rickety elevator. He closed
the car's electric windows, got out of the car, and went around to
the passenger side. He opened Matt's door, reached across his
friend's lap, and released the other boy's seat belt. Matt swung
his legs out of car, ducked his head, and carefully stood up.
Daniel reached into the back seat, grabbed their gym bags, and
then closed the car door. Matt stood facing away from Daniel,
holding his manacled wrists out. The Camaro's seats had left a
pattern across Matt's upper back. Daniel shifted both bags to his
left hand, and, and, with his right hand, took Matt's arm just
above Matt's left elbow.
"Hey!" cried Matt. "Aren't you going to let me go?"
Daniel chuckled. "Not quite yet, buddy! We've made it this
far, so let's see if we can make it all of the way up to the
apartment."
Matt considered for a moment, and then he said, "Okay, but
when we get to the apartment, the cuffs come off me and on you,
okay?"
Daniel laughed aloud. "Yeah, I'll agree to that. Come on!"
He tugged at Matt's elbow, and Matt complacently followed along.
"Besides," said Matt, "what else could happen?"
The boys traipsed over to the elevator, their footsteps
echoing in the empty parking lot. The doors of the elevator opened
immediately when Daniel pressed the button. He led Matt into the
elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The door
creaked shut and Matt leaned back against the back railing, resting
his hands on the cool metal.
Daniel moved to Matt's front, and pressed his hands against
Matt's crotch, kneading and massaging Matt's organ through the thin
fabric of Matt's satin gym shorts. He stretched his neck forward,
pressing his lips to Matt's. Matt responded to Daniel's lips, and
he thrust his hips forward, his eyes half-lidded. He could feel
his shorts tightening about his engorged cock.
"Oh, shit!" Daniel cried, as the elevator slowed, only one
flight up.
"What now?" Matt complained.
Daniel turned to face the door as the elevator cranked to a
halt. The door slid open, and a perky young woman stood there.
"Hi ya, Danny! Hi ya, Matt! How yall doin'?" the young woman
asked.
She was Taylor, one of the two girls that lived in the flat
below Daniel's and Matt's. (It was Taylor's Saturn that the boys
had seen in the garage.) Taylor wore a pair of faded cut off jeans
and a soft pink cotton halter top. Her breasts were high and wide,
and her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Slightly shorter
than Daniel, she had long, slim legs and she wore sandals. Taylor
had blue eyes and blond hair which she wore loose down her back,
and she pretty well represented the southern ideal of womanhood.
Even Matt, who paid scant attention to women in general,
thought she looked like a fashion model. Daniel, who was more
flexible in his sexual orientation, admired Taylor in a more
lustful way.
"Jus' fine, Taylor," said Daniel, "and you?"
"Well, everything's okay, 'cept our tv's on the friz and the
repairman was just here." She spoke with the soft vowels and lazy
drawl of a native southerner.
"Did you get it fixed?" inquired Daniel, smiling.
"Had to take it with him," she shrugged. "Should be back in
a week or so." She peered around Daniel at Matt as she moved into
the elevator. "How 'bout yall? What you boys been up to?" She
pressed the button for the third floor.
"Just working out at the gym," said Daniel.
The elevator door began to creep closed, and Taylor pressed
past Daniel to look at Matt. "You being mighty quiet, Matt. What
you doin' back here in the corner?"
Matt smiled weakly, "Just tired, Taylor. Had a heck of a
workout today."
Taylor ran her eyes down Matt's chest, down to his gym shorts,
which seemed to be fitting rather tightly. She saw a prominent
bulge, and her eyes widened. "Why, Matt," she said, in a most un-
debutante-like way, "you done got yourself a hard-on!"
This comment caused Matt to blush, and he made no comment.
Taylor's eyes went to Daniel. "What you boys been up to?"
Daniel, his own face reddening, said, "Why, Taylor, we ain't
been up to nothing, nothing much. I mean..." He stumbled into
silence.
"Ah, hell, you guys! Me and Sarah know all about you two.
It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey! Why, we're just like
you."
Matt, conscious of his cuffed wrists, remained pressed against
the hand rail. Taylor continued, "And, like you, Danny, I could
think of somethin' to do with some of that," she said, placing her
slender hands on Matt's crotch. She felt his full erection, which
had not wavered.
By this time, the elevator had stopped at Taylor's floor, but
she made no attempt to exit.
Matt felt no more attraction for Taylor than he would for his
own sister, but his organ, as if it had a mind of its own,
responded to her ministrations. "Ah, Taylor..." he complained, and
he scuttled along the back of the elevator. Suddenly, the small
space of the elevator seemed confining.
Daniel stepped forward to interject, but Taylor pushed past
him. She grabbed Matt's arm and pulled herself up close. Matt
stumbled and lost his grip on the hand-rail. To keep from falling
against the girl, he took a twisting half-step forward.
Thus it was that Taylor discovered Matt's manacled wrists.
"Why, your hands are in hand cuffs, Matt!" cried Taylor,
seemingly delighted. By this time, Matt was acutely embarrassed,
and he looked pleadingly at Daniel.
Daniel, who was excited not only by his friend's bondage, but
also by the close presence of the beautiful woman, found himself
rearranging his shorts. When he realized what he was doing, he
dropped his hands to his side. "Ah, Taylor," he said, "it's just
a game that we play sometimes. Sometimes its Matt, and sometimes
its me."
Taylor said, in a husky voice, "Well, ain't that interesting!"
She looked from boy to boy, her voice low, in confidence, speaking
slowly. "That sounds like a game I might like." She draped a wrist
over one of Matt's shoulders, looking downward. "Especially if I had
the right person to play it with."
Matt looked away from the girl. "What's the matter, honey?"
she said. "Don't you like girls?"
"Ah, Taylor," Matt said in a low voice, looking miserable,
"not like that."
Daniel, seeing his friend's distress, could not stand it any
longer. He stepped in front of Taylor and said, "Taylor, I like
girls! It's just that I like guys, too."
Taylor focused on Daniel. "Why honey, that's jus' the way I
feel, too. I like Sarah, but I like you boys too! Why don't we
three get together?"
Her suggestion delighted Daniel, and his mind whirled with the
possibilities. "Okay, Taylor, whenever you want to!" He looked at
Matt. "I mean, if it's alright with you."
Matt looked closely at Daniel. He was silent for a moment,
deep in thought. Finally, he smiled ruefully and said, "Ah, hell!
It's okay by me. I can share you!"
Daniel grinned, and Taylor, smiling prettily, stood on tiptoe
and kissed Matt on his cheek. She stepped over to Daniel and
kissed his cheek, too.
"Yall boys jus' go on up," she said. She walked out of the
elevator. Heading for her doorway, she called back over her
shoulder, "I'll be up in jus' a minute."
Daniel pressed the button, and the elevator door started to
slide shut. Slowly the old elevator started to rise.
"Daniel..." said Matt.
"Un-huh?" Daniel was displaying that silly smile that Matt
knew so well.
"I didn't mean right away."
* * *
The boys went into their loft apartment, and Daniel dropped
the gym bags by the door. Moving together, the two walked into the
large room. Matt turned to face Daniel, and the boys kissed
forcefully, Matt still with his hands restrained behind his back.
Matt pulled his head away and stepped back. "What," Matt
said, "have you gotten us into?"
Daniel laughed, "No reflection on you, old buddy, but I think
we're about to add some spice to our lives!" He reached into his
gym shorts and found the key to the handcuffs.
Matt turned away and offered his wrists. "You're all the
spice I need."
Daniel released one of the cuffs, and Matt turned to face him.
Daniel unlocked the other cuff, and said, "Well, do you want to put
'em on me?"
"Yeah, I want to," said Matt, "but maybe we better wait and
see what Taylor's got in mind." He ran a hand into his shorts,
rearranging himself.
Daniel stepped close to Matt and extended his arms. The other
boy slid into his embrace, and the two met in a kiss, pressing
against each other at chest and hip. Matt slid his tongue into
Daniel's mouth, tasting his saliva. He slid his arms around
Daniel's hips. The two held each other fiercely, lost in the
passion of their embrace.
The boys were standing like this when the door swung open and
Taylor walked in. She quickly surveyed the situation, and laughed.
"Don't stop, boys! Here, I'll join you." She pushed the door
closed.
Daniel and Matt looked at the girl. She reached behind her
head and pulled her halter top up and off. Her naked breasts,
freed of their soft confinement, fell downward and bobbed when she
lowered her arms. Her breasts were firm and taut, with delicate
pink nipples that pointed outward. A prominent tan line dipped low
across each.
Daniel and Matt disengaged from each other, watching the
slender girl. Daniel thought that she was the prettiest girl that
he had ever seen, and although he was fascinated by the sight of
the girl's delicate breasts, he was also acutely aware of the taste
of his best friend on his lips.
Taylor walked over to the boys. Daniel stood at Matt's side,
and Taylor placed a hand on each boy's shoulder. The three stood,
making a triangle, and looked at each other.
Taylor's eyes sparkled with humor, and a lazy smile lay on her
lips. Daniel's eyes were hard and lustful, taking in the young
woman. Matt's eyes were cautious, but a small smile displayed on
his lips. For some moments, they looked at each other, and then
Taylor moved her hands to the sides of their necks and pulled them
close. The three pressed closely, arms around each other, and
Daniel laughed out loud.
He reached forward to kiss the girl, his lips meeting her
small, delicate mouth while his hand pulled his male friend close.
The kiss continued for some time, and when it ended, the three
stood close. Daniel's breathing was rapid, Taylor was laughing,
and Matt was wearing a guarded expression.
"Yall are sweaty!" Taylor said, an expression of mock
revulsion on her delicate features.
"Well," said Daniel, "we usually shower when we come from the
gym."
"Sounds great!" said Taylor, and she charged ahead, raking an
arm around the waist of each boy.
Matt was almost chagrinned. He had never been close to a
naked woman, and now he was going to be showering with one!
Daniel was almost beside himself. He repeatedly thought of
running his hands across the naked bodies of the two young people,
Matt's body, familiar and taut, and Taylor's body, soft and
delicate.
Following Taylor, the two young men allowed themselves to be
tugged to the bathroom. They crashed through the doorway, and
Taylor stopped short. She laughed suddenly, and each boy looked at
her.
"Your bathroom ain't like ours," she said. "Your's is
industrial strength!" Her gaze absorbed the stalls, two of which
had been disassembled and held a washer and dryer. The other two
stalls were operational, complete with doors. The shower was a
large, tiled affair, with half a dozen shower heads, and exposed
pipes running across the ceiling. Two large skylights provided
illumination, and a row of windows ran along the side wall, most of
which were pivoted outward. "What a cool bathroom!"
"It used to be the showers for the company that was here,"
said Daniel, explaining. He smiled at the young woman. Matt stood
silently, not knowing quite what to do. For a long moment, no
words were spoken.
The quietness was broken by the girl. "Well, boys," she said,
in her silky, low voice, "let's hit the showers." And she slid her
shorts down and stepped out of them. Taylor wore cream-colored
bikini panties, and these she quickly shucked.
Daniel, mesmerized, watched the girl disrobe, and then Daniel
ripped his shorts down. When he did, his cock sprang erect,
pressed up against his belly.
And during all this, Matt stood indecisively.
Daniel's eyes drank in the form and shape of the young woman.
She had a delicate tangle of light-honey-colored pubic hairs.
Natural blonde, Daniel thought. Her legs were slender and her waist
was narrow, with her belly button set in her firm stomach, tilting
slightly upward. She stood with her legs slightly separated, and
Daniel could see that here pubic hairs met in a vee between her
legs, and on that vee a single drop of her juices glistened.
Taylor looked at Daniel, admiring his smooth musculature and tan,
and his obvious and outrageous hard-on. She had never seen an
erection that pointed so fully upward.
Matt, still wearing his shorts and shoes, looked from one to
the other. He felt like a fifth wheel, and could feel his
erection loosening. He wondered how he could exit gracefully.
Daniel and Taylor simultaneously discerned Matt's indecision, and
both turned to him. "Ah, come on, Matt," Taylor purred. "I ain't
agonna bite you." She put an emphasis on the word bite.
Daniel said, "Yeah, buddy, I want you with us, too. Come on,
it wouldn't be any fun without you!"
Matt slowly shook his head, "I don't know..."
Taylor stepped close to Matt, her naked breasts inches from
his chest. "Yeah, Matt," she breathed, "you be good enough to
share your boy friend with me, I'll be good enough to share him
with you. Besides," she confided in a low voice, "you just might
learn something in the deal." She pressed a hand against Matt's
shorts and massaged his cock through the thin fabric.
Daniel watched with scarcely-concealed amusement. Matt looked
over Taylor's shoulders at Daniel, who winked. He glanced down at
Daniel's throbbing erection. Daniel followed his glance down and
grinned.
Unbidden, Matt's cock began to firm up, and soon Taylor had
her hands at his waist, tugging on the satin garment. Matt
shrugged and let her pull the shorts out of the way. She tugged
his briefs down at the same time. Matt's cock, regaining its
tumescence, unfurled and began to spiral lazily outward.
Taylor slipped to her knees, taking Matt's cock in her hands.
She stroked its length, wrapping her fingers around it and sliding
her hands downward, one hand and then the other. She repeated the
motion several times, her slender hands teasing the boy's cock to
rigidity. Daniel moved up close behind Taylor, his own erection
pressed against her shoulder. He leaned over the kneeling girl and
pressed his lips against Matt's.
Taylor had by this time taken Matt's organ into her mouth.
She concentrated on the confluence of nerves endings immediately
under the head of his cock, her tongue making rapid, small
motions. Matt had his eyes closed, and his organ soon responded.
Taylor's mouth was smaller than Daniel's, and she moved away from
Matt as his erection grew. His cock was large, and it was about
all she do to get the head of his shaft in her mouth.
Taylor industriously worked the head of Matt's cock. Daniel's
cock was already drooling, and, soon, Matt's would be, too.
Finally, Taylor had to take a duck step backward, and this movement
separated the two young men.
Daniel laughed, "Hey, you guys, we'd better put a damper on
it, or we won't even get to the shower!" His hair was matted with
sweat, and sweat glistened on his chest.
Taylor joined him in laughter, her blue eyes alive with light
and liveliness. Matt, after a moment, joined in.
"Hey, guys," said Taylor. "I've always had this fantasy..."
"Yeah?" said Matt, who understood perfectly well about
fantasies.
"Yeah, this fantasy about being in a shower with two handsome
men washing me, like I was helpless and couldn't do it myself."
Daniel grinned and said, "I don't know about the handsome
part, and I don't know about the helpless part, but I think we can
sure help with the washing part." He turned to the showers.
Matt looked down at his cock, amazed at his own response to
the young woman's efforts.
"Kiss me, Matt," Taylor said. She stood up on tiptoe and
kissed Matt lingeringly on his lips. Matt, even as he kissed her,
with his cock pressed up against her belly, thought about how she
was so different from his usual lover.
Her mouth tasted like cinnamon, and she was so soft. Where
Daniel's body was taut and strong, hers was supple and conforming.
Her nipples pressed against his flesh, and her breasts flattened
against his ribcage when he encircled her with his arms.
Daniel turned on two of the corner showers and pivoted the
shower heads toward each other, so that the shower streams met. He
looked over at Matt and Taylor, and was pleased to see the two lost
in their embrace. He adjusted the temperature and tested it with
his fingertips. Satisfied, he called to the others, "Hey, you
guys, the shower's ready. Come on, save some of that for me!"
Matt lowered his arms, his thoughts confused. Taylor laughed
and called out, "There's plenty here for everyone!" She smiled at
Matt, "Come on, let's hit the showers!"
Matt nodded dumbly, and followed the lithe girl to the waiting
showers. A steam was already forming, and Daniel beckoned them
forward.
Taylor laughed girlishly and ducked under the rushing stream.
"Ohhh," she said, "it feels sooo good!"
Daniel stepped in close after her, and Matt followed more
cautiously. Taylor stood in the center of the streams and let the
warm waters wash across her face and breasts. Daniel pressed close
behind the girl, his cock pressed vertically against her spine, and
his arms on her shoulders. Taylor lowered her face, and, seeing
Matt, grabbed his hand and pulled him under the stream. Soon, the
three young people were thoroughly wet and pleasantly warm. A mist
of steam surrounded the three.
"Okay, boys," Taylor said, "are you gonna wash me?" She
placed a hand over each of her breasts.
"Sure!" said Daniel, and he took a large bar of bath soap from
a holder recessed in the shower wall. Matt looked around and found
another soap bar in another holder. The boys held the soap under
the shower, wetting the bars, and Taylor gathered her hair up in
her hands and smiled at the boys.
Daniel stepped in front of Taylor, and he softly touched the
soap bar to her skin above her left breast. Gently he rubbed up a
lather. Matt stood indecisively for a long moment, and then he
stepped behind the young girl.
Chapter 4 of A Bondage Story
Sex Slave Fantasy
"What does it feel like?"
"You mean fucking a girl?" He laid aside the magazine he was
reading and looked at his friend. Laying in bed with his back
against the headboard, he wore only a pair of cotton briefs, and
his legs were stretched out, his ankles crossed.
"Pretty much like you'd imagine. It feels a lot like when we
fuck, except a girl is wetter, and you can see her face up close if
you want to."
"Is a girl tighter?"
"All these questions!" He frowned. "Not tighter, anyway no
way near as tight as your fantastic ass, but, hell, just different.
It's hard to explain."
"Try me."
"Right now? Don't I want to! But, shit, I mean... It's, it's
not just a matter of cunt and tits, but it's the whole thing. I
mean, fucking a girl is a different kind of... experience. In a
bunch of ways.
"Like you and me, we, like, know each other, and we know what
each other likes. This is real easy because we both know what
turns us on, and we can do the things that turn us on to our
partner. Does that make any sense?
"You and me, see, we're on firm ground, because we love each
other. And I know your body as well as I know my own. Hell,
sometimes I think I know your body better than I know mine. I
always have a pretty good idea what I need to do to please you.
"But that's not the case with girls, any way, not for me. Not
with Taylor. You're muscular and... tough. Taylor's not.
She's... kind of fragile. Soft. Shit! I mean, she feels so
different, specially when she's under me and I'm in her. Her hips
and her tits, the way she tastes, the way she's so tiny, it's
different from when we fuck.
"But, in a way, it's kinda similar. I mean, hell, you know
like when we fuck, it's like you and me are the center of the
universe. Right?
"Well, that feeling's the same. Like we're just right at the
center of everything, and everything's focused RIGHT THERE, at the
center. I mean, like, it's a total body experience.
"And that part's the same."
* * *
"Hi, what're you building?" Daniel walked over and looked at
Matt's construction project. It wasn't much, really, just a tall
wooden crate that Matt had painted a light grey color. In the
center of the top of the crate, Matt had drilled a hole, and he was
in the process of mounting a large eyebolt in the hole. He had one
hand outside the box, holding a screwdriver through the eyebolt to
keep it from turning, and he had his other hand inside. Daniel
could hear the clicking of a ratchet inside the box.
"Do you like it?" Matt answered his question with another
question. He was sitting on a small stool. Late afternoon
sunlight slanted through the high windows of the boy's loft
apartment.
"Depends. What is it?"
"Can't you tell?" Matt looked up and grinned. He withdrew the
tool and set the crate down flat. The eyebolt stuck straight up.
"Okay, smart ass! It looks like a box with a metal loop in the
top of it."
"Yep," Matt said, "but you got to use your imagination."
"Oh? And what am I supposed to IMAGINE it is?" Daniel put
his hands on his hips.
"A slave block!" Matt's grin widened.
"Oh, of course!" Daniel struck his forehead with a palm. "How
silly of me! What's a slave block?"
Matt laughed. "A fine slave you are, if you don't even
recognize a slave block!
"For your information, a slave block is a stone or wooden
pallet to which a slave is shackled when exhibited to potential
purchasers. The pallet raises the slave above the crowd of slave
buyers so they can bid for him."
"I see," said Daniel, his interest ignited. "And would the
slave be shackled in the nude?"
"Uh-huh."
"Oh!" said Daniel. "I'll get the ankle shackles!"
"And the handcuffs."
Daniel started toward the other side of the large room.
"Oh, and, Daniel, get the leash, too."
"What do you want me to do?" Daniel lowered the chains and
collar to the floor.
Matt reached over and picked up the ankle shackles. He
released the short chain from one of the anklets and passed it
through the eyebolt.
"Just hold on a minute. Let me do this, and then I want to
watch you strip... slave!" He reattached the anklet, and then he
stood up. He walked over and sat down in a torn and patched old
recliner.
Matt wore denim jeans and a tropical-print shirt. He was
barefoot. "Okay, slave," he said. "Come over here and stand in
front of me. I want to see you strip. NOW!"
Daniel bowed his head and said, "Yes, master." He stood in
front of Matt. He wore khaki shorts, a Nike tee-shirt, and running
shoes.
"First," said Matt, "take your shoes and socks off."
Daniel obediently went to one knee, and unlaced one of his
shoes. He removed the shoe and sock, and then he changed knees and
did the other foot.
"Put your shoes over by the wall." Daniel placed them neatly
side by side.
"Now take off your shirt."
Daniel crossed his arms, grabbed the edge of the tee-shirt,
and pulled it upward and off in one smooth motion. Matt, as he did
every time that he looked at his lover, admired Daniel's smooth,
almost hairless chest and his trim, flat stomach. Daniel's nipples
stood out against his tanned skin, a pale pink surrounded by a
circle of almost invisible blonde body hair.
Daniel shook out his tee-shirt and folded it. He placed it by
his sneakers.
"Now let me look at you," said Matt. "Put your hands behind
your head and come over here." Matt patted the chair's arm rest.
Daniel laced his fingers behind his head and walked over to
stand next to the chair. Matt leaned over and examined Daniel from
his toes to his face. His gaze lingered at Daniel's torso. He
loved the way Daniel looked when he held his arms up, his chest and
trim stomach tapering in a masculine way. He liked the horizontal
bands of muscle that layered Daniel's slender abdomen, and he liked
the way Daniel's ribcage flexed and moved below the boy's bronzed
skin when he breathed.
"Now get rid of those shorts," he commanded. He settled back
into the chair.
Daniel untied the drawstring of his gym shorts and slid them
down, stooping to push them down around his ankles. He wore a
black bikini brief, and this too he pushed out of the way. His
cock sprang lazily free, not yet fully erect, but plumping already,
curving downward. He stepped out of the clothes at his feet, and
looked at his friend.
Matt nodded toward the other clothes, and Matt folded the
shorts together and placed them in the small pile. He returned to
stand before Matt and placed his hands back behind his head,
standing at attention.
"Hmmm," said Matt. "Turn around and let me look at your ass."
He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans.
Daniel turned away, still standing stiffly upright. Matt's
eyes traveled along Daniel's body, mapping the scenery that he knew
so well. Daniel's ass was trim and tight, and his buttocks were
high and muscular. A diagonal tan line crossed Daniel's ass
cheeks. The swelling in Matt's jeans was becoming uncomfortable.
He allowed Daniel to stand there, facing away from him, for
several minutes, and then he said, "I guess you'll do, slave. Go
over to the slave block and stand in front of it."
Daniel walked over to the slave block, and Matt stood up. He
stooped to pick up the leash, and he walked over behind Daniel.
"I'm gonna to put the leash and collar on you. Don't resist
anything I do, or you'll regret it."
He wrapped the dog collar firmly, but not uncomfortably,
around Daniel's neck, his hands reaching inside Daniel's arms. He
attached the long chain metal leash and let it hang down Daniel's
back into the cleft of his ass. As always, the sight of bright
metal against tanned skin excited him, and he reached down and
undid the top button of his jeans.
"Now, step up on the block. Be careful getting up there. You
can use your hands."
Daniel looked at the tall box and the stool. He stepped up on
the stool, and then, carefully, up to the platform. His ass was
level with Matt's face.
Matt picked up one of the anklets and attached it to one of
Daniel's ankles, and then he attached the other one to Daniel's
other ankle. The chain anchored the boy to the top of the
platform. Although he could move his feet several inches, there
was no way that he could move either foot to the edge of the block.
Matt looked up at Daniel. The afternoon sun made Daniel's
skin a glow a golden color. "Put your hands together behind your
back. We've got to get you ready for your new master."
Daniel wondered what Matt meant, but Matt was orchestrating
this fantasy, and Daniel would respect his wishes. He placed his
hands, wrists together, behind his back.
While Matt was handcuffing him, Daniel looked down over the
side of the crate. It was far enough down to hurt him if he became
unbalanced.
As if reading Daniel's mind, Matt said, "Okay, slave. Whatever
you do, don't fall off!"
He stood up on the small stool, his face just inches away from
Daniel's back. "Raise your arms some. I want your hands high this
time."
Daniel pushed his elbows out, lifting his bound hands high.
Matt pulled up the end of the leash and wrapped it around the chain
between the cuffs. When he did this, he pulled outward on Daniel's
arms to get clearance for the leash. At first Daniel involuntarily
leaned forward, but then he realized that he had no place to step,
and couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he relaxed his arms.
Matt knotted the leash around itself and let the end of it again
dangle down Daniel's back.
He stepped off the stool and pushed it out of the way. The
dangling end of the leash he pushed through the eyebolt. A foot or
more of the leash extended from the eyebolt, and he let this excess
pile up by Daniel's left ankle.
He stepped back to examine his handiwork. Daniel's hands were
chained almost to his shoulders, and his elbows stuck out well to
his sides. The back of Daniel's hands were pressed against his
back, and Daniel's fingers curled outward, touching.
Matt picked up the end of the leash and gave it a gentle tug.
"Squat down, slave, and wait for your buyer." Daniel glanced over
his shoulder at Matt, who nodded, and he flexed his knees and
slowly sat down flat-footed. Matt pulled the excess leash through
the metal loop.
Daniel's ass was only inches from the top of the crate, and he
felt some trepidation. Squatting like he was, it could be easy to
become unbalanced. He wouldn't like falling off. "Uh, Matt," he
said, "I dunno know if I care for this."
Matt, looking at the narrow platform the top of the box made,
identified with his friend's concern. "Daniel, I won't tie this
lower chain, so if you start to feel uncomfortable, you can stand
up. Try it for a couple of minutes, though, because I want to get
some pictures of this."
"Unnnh!" Daniel groaned. Since Matt had gotten the Polaroid
camera, he had taken dozens of pictures of Daniel in bondage of all
kinds, in all kinds of positions. Well, he was in a hell of a
position now, with his hands high up his back, his knees in the
air, and his ass inches from the top of a wooden crate!
Matt bounded over with the camera. He framed a picture from
Daniel's front. Daniel's face was above his knees, and Daniel's
cock, just visible between his legs, was almost fully erect,
leaning against an upturned thigh. Matt knew that the picture
would also show his bound arms jutting out high behind his back.
The only visible evidence that Matt could see through the viewfind-
er that the boy was restrained was the dog collar around his neck
and the shackles at his ankles.
Matt snapped the picture. The camera whirred, and spat out
the picture. He placed it on the platform beside Daniel, and then
he took a picture of Daniel from the side. He moved to Daniel's
back, took an overall picture, and then he took a closeup shot of
Daniel's upper back. The picture, when it developed, would show
Daniel's handcuffed hands and the dog collar. He placed the prints
on the crate and stepped back.
"Okay," he said. "You can stand up now."
Daniel leaned forward and slowly stood up. The chain leash
made a zipping sound as it passed through the eyebolt. Matt walked
around the crate and looked up at Daniel. He still held the
camera.
"Uh, why don't you try to look like you're struggling with the
chains, uh, trying to escape." Matt pressed his eye against the
camera.
Daniel gave Matt a long-suffering look, and then he considered
his friend's request. He flexed his knees, lifted the heel of his
right foot from the crate, which stretched tight the chain between
his ankles, and he twisted his upper body sideways, a strained
expression on his face.
"Perfect!" said Matt, and he snapped the picture.
"Hey," said Daniel, "can we get on with this fantasy?" He
straightened his knees and stood up straight.
Matt was looking at the prints developing at Daniel's feet.
He looked up at Daniel's face and said, "Sure, buddy! Gimme just
one minute."
He walked over to the stool and sat down on its edge. By now,
he had a raging erection, and it was painfully confined. He
unzipped his jeans and peeled out of them, letting them bunch up on
the floor. On this day he wore no underwear, and his cock sprang
out, massive and veined, pressed against his belly. Another
second, and the tropical-print shirt was removed. Daniel looked
down upon him from the platform.
"Boy, that feels better," Matt shook his head slowly. He
placed his hands on his knees and looked up at Daniel. "There's a
story that goes with this one. Try to imagine that you're in the
story, and you're experiencing what happening."
Matt raised his voice. "It's like this, slave. You're in a
tent, and it's hot. Your newest master, a slave trader, has you
chained up for a sheik that is interested in buying you.
"You've had a good life so far, with a kind and gentle master,
a, uh, scribe, but he's hit hard times, and he needs to sell you to
pay his taxes. You've heard about the rich sheik that wants to
purchase you, and you know that he's famous for his stable of
attractive young male slaves. You think that he may want you for
his sex harem, but you're sad to be leaving your good master, and
you're fearful of losing the only life that you've known.
"You've been left in the tent, alone with your thoughts, and
there's a hot wind blowing in off the desert. Suddenly, the tent
flap opens and the sheik walks in.
"He's a handsome Arab, wearing a flowing long robe and a
turban, and he walks around you and looks you over. He asks if you
are in good health and if you have any diseases. You answer, and
without saying anything more, he walks out.
"You find out later that he has purchased you, but he had to
leave immediately and couldn't take you with him. So it's arranged
that you and a few other slaves that he bought will travel with a,
uh, silk trader to his nomad camp.
"You are forced to walk along behind the trader's wagon, your
wrists chained for the first few days because the trader is afraid
that you'll run away. After that, the trader allows you to ride in
the wagon.
"One night, after the trip is almost over, the trader comes to
your bedroll and tries to mount you in your sleep. You awaken and
repel him, and he becomes enraged. He takes your robes, chains you
up, and ties you up that night with the horses.
"The next morning, you are forced to walk behind the wagon
again. He does not return your clothes, and he says that you won't
need clothes where you're going. This comment leaves you puzzled,
and you think about it as you stumble along behind the wagon.
"The sun burns your skin, and you choke on the dust from the
wagon. When the sun goes down, you're again tied with the horses.
This goes on for three days, and you wonder at the trader's
capacity to carry a grudge.
"Finally, though, you arrive at the sheik's camp. Your master
is out examining his herds, and you and the other new slaves are
put in a tent. The trader pushes you into the tent, and you fall
on the floor.
"When you look around, you find that you are in a room filled
with other young men, from adolescents to young adults. They are
all particularly beautiful boys, and they are all nude. Several of
them pick you up and begin to wash the dust from your body.
"You learn that your new master is a man of great sexual
appetites, and you learn that your new master will call you to his
bed when he wants you. Your new life will revolve around satisfy-
ing his sexual appetites. Until this happens, you will always wear
a neck collar. Only when the master is satisfied with you will
your chains be removed.
"The other boys, finding that you're a virgin, take turns
fucking you, so that you'll be ready for your master's big cock.
The young boys come first, slipping their slender cocks into you
easily, and soon you are fucked by the older boys with their bigger
cocks. Nobody, you're told, has as big a cock as your master.
"One day, word comes to the boys in the tent that their master
has returned from the fields. They clean themselves, comb their
hair, and prepare. Your hair is trimmed, and your face is shaved.
The other boys also shave your pubic hair, because it's said that
the master prefers it. Your body's perfumed, and you wait for the
night.
"Finally the call comes, and the boys take you to the master's
tent. There you find a slave block, and are shackled to it. Your
arms are bound, and your ankles are shackled. Torches are placed
at either side of you, and you wait in the tent."
Throughout the story, Matt had been looking at Daniel. He
could see the interest in Daniel's face, and he could see that the
story had caused Daniel's cock to swell.
Daniel had indeed identified with the slave in the story, and
he imagined himself in a darkened tent, bound to a block, shackled
at wrist and ankle. He heard the snap and sputter of the smokey
torches, and he could look down and see the torch light gleaming on
his naked body.
Matt walked over to the closet and withdrew a bathrobe. He
slipped into it, and walked back over to Daniel. He spoke as he
walked.
"At last, the tent flap is pushed aside, and your master walks
in. You see him in the torch light. He is wearing a robe, which
as he walks in, falls open." Daniel allowed the bathrobe to hang
freely, and his cock protruded between the sides. He walked to
stand in front of Daniel.
"You look down at your master, trying to look respectful, but
your eyes are drawn to his massive cock. It looks huge, and you
feel some fear of its size."
This last statement caused Daniel to snort back a laugh, but
he quickly got back in character.
Matt reached out with a hand, and he gently stroked Daniel's
left leg. "So," he said, "you're the new slave, the one I've been
dreaming about. Have the other slaves treated you well?"
"Yes, master, as well as I could ask for," Daniel said.
"I see that you have been shaved. Good, good! What have the
other slaves told you about me?" Matt reached up with his other
hand and cupped Daniel's testicles.
"Only that you are a good and generous master, and that I
should treat you well, be respectful and obedient in all things."
Daniel spoke with his eyes lowered.
Matt wrapped his fingers around Daniel's cock, and rubbed with
his thumb just under the head of Daniel's shaft. "Good advice for
any slave," he said. "And what have you been told about the chains
that you wear?"
"Only that they are to remind me that I am your's to possess
and constrain, and that the chains would be a part of my life until
I prove my loyalty to you."
"And did they also tell you that I might find the chains
against your naked flesh quite... alluring?"
"Yes, my master."
"Ah," Matt said, "I imagine that they did, at that." He
shrugged out of the bathrobe, and it pooled around his ankles.
"Look at me slave, and tell me what you see."
"You are fair to look at, master, and your, uh, regal organ
must be the biggest one in, uh, all the lands."
Matt grinned in spite of himself. "You, too, slave are fair
to behold, but, come, I tire of small talk. Let me take you down
from that perch, and we shall repair to the comfort of my sleeping
pallet."
Matt unlatched the anklets at Daniel's feet, letting his hands
linger on Daniel's ankles where the circlets had been. The thumb
of his right hand pressed against a vein, and he could feel
Daniel's strong heartbeat. Then he slipped the smaller metal chain
through the eyebolt, freeing it to dangle along the side of the
block. He pushed the stool up to the block.
"Step down, slave," he commanded. Daniel stepped down,
surprised that his calf muscles had tightened while he stood on the
block. It did not seem to Daniel that he had stood there for very
long, but when he glanced up at the high windows, the afternoon sun
no longer slanted through, and the loft apartment had taken on an
evening quiet.
He stepped down, moving directly into Matt's open arms. Matt
held him tightly, his arms encircling Daniel's shoulders. Their
lips met in a tight and satisfying kiss. They kissed with mouths
open, tongues exploring, cocks pressed up against their bellies,
and against each other.
Matt broke the kiss, slowly releasing his slave. He took
Daniel by an upthrust arm and led him across to their old bed. The
two boys fell into the bed, and soon they were again pressing their
lips together, with Matt on the bottom and Daniel on his side and
atop him. The kisses became ardent, with the boys nipping at each
other, moving their jaws, and seeking new positions.
Matt took Daniel's cock in his hand and massaged the warm
shaft. Sticky precum lubricated Daniel's cock, and Matt spread it
around the head with a fingertip. He pressed his finger into the
slit of the head, holding it there opened, irritating the soft
inner lining as a grain of sand might irritate an oyster until it
became a pearl. The erect organ pulsed under his finger, but Matt
gripped it tightly.
"Mmmph!" Daniel said, and he pulled his face away. Matt
pressed at his shoulder with a forearm, pushing Daniel over and
onto the bed. Daniel lay there, his arms beneath him, and Matt
looked at him.
"How do you like it, slave?" he managed to ask, while with his
eyes he devoured the helpless boy.
"My only wish is to suck your cock, master." Daniel said.
His arms beneath him caused him to lean upward slightly.
"As it should be, slave," said Matt, and he slid up beside
Daniel, with his cock level with Daniel's face. Daniel bent his
knees and twisted his torso, turning onto his side. His elbow dug
into the bedding, but Daniel didn't seem to notice.
Matt guided his engorged member toward his friend's mouth, and
Daniel grasped it with his lips. He slid his lips across the edge
of the large helmet, his tongue forming a cradle. He pushed his
head forward along the shaft, gradually taking more of its length,
and then he moved his head back, sliding outward along the veiny
member.
This motion he repeated several times, each time seeming to
take a little more. He could taste the salty precum in his mouth,
and he could feel the slickness back on the base of his tongue. So
great was his concentration that he forgot to breathe through his
nose for several seconds, and then he drew a deep breath around the
shaft. This produced a wharfling sound, and Matt looked down at
him.
Matt could feel the tension mounting in his belly. "That's
enough, slave! Turn around, for I'm ready to mount you."
Daniel gave up his friend's member, and Matt helped him to
stand on his knees. Matt placed an overstuffed pillow in front of
Daniel, and Daniel lowered his face to the pillow. His ass jutted
into the air, and Daniel braced himself on one shoulder. From this
position, Daniel could look back and he glimpsed part of Matt's
body as the boy walked on his knees over to Daniel's ass. He saw
Matt's engorged cock, his balls swaying as he moved. He imagined
the feeling of the cock entering his exposed and vulnerable ass,
and his own cock bobbed in response. A glistening strand of
Daniel's juice fell down to the bed sheet.
Matt grabbed Daniel's ankles and repositioned them on the
sheet. For a moment, he placed his knees on the upturned soles of
Daniel's feet, and reached between Daniel's legs. He stroked the
boy's cock with his palm at its head, and he gathered up some of
the boy's slick moisture. He then massaged his own cock, spreading
his and Matt's wetness around its head.
He kneed his way between Daniel's legs, placing his now-
throbbing cock at Daniel's ass. He guided his organ forward with
a hand, and he paused with his helmet resting a little above
Daniel's bung hole. He placed his right hand high on Daniel's
buttocks, and, with his left thumb pressing against his helmet,
slid forward, downward, and into Daniel.
The suddenness of the entry sent a shutter through Daniel's
hips, and he cried out in pleasure and surprise.
Matt slid his large, erect cock fully into Daniel, stopping
with his balls resting between Daniel's legs. Then he slid
rearward and forward again, establishing a rhythmic motion. He put
his other hand on Daniel's ass, and he started to really pump.
Each time he rammed forward, his hips would slap against the
flesh of Daniel's buttocks, and his balls would swing out, slapping
against Daniel's balls. The bed springs squeaked and the old bed
began to rock.
To Daniel, it felt as if his guts were filled with a living,
tunneling mass, and he could feel the pressure of its passing as
Matt thrust back and forth. The motion set up a rhythmic shudder
in his lower abdomen that transferred down to his own cock, and
Daniel's cock rocked upward each time Matt thrust forward, as if he
were humping rather than being humped.
Daniel's breathing began to match the rhythm. He inhaled with
Matt's forward thrusts and exhaled with Matt's rearward thrusts.
He grunted with each exhalation.
Matt, too, gave inarticulate voice to his efforts. He looked
down, at the spread-open ass of his friend, at his cock moving in
and out. His eyes traced up along his friend's bony spine to the
boy's tightly shackled hands. Subconsciously, his fingers contract-
ed, and he clutched at the soft flesh of Daniel's buttocks.
His breathing was rapid, and a familiar tingling began to form
in his lower belly. The pressure mounted, and localized in his
groin. With each movement, he could feel the sensations intensify.
It was as if his entire strength and vitality were funnelled into
the action.
Daniel, too, was moving toward climax, without having ever
touched his own member. The base of his cock was throbbing,
responding each time Matt's member pressed against his prostate and
lower tract.
Suddenly, Matt's guts clinched, and a contraction rippled
through his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes and cried out. A
great upwelling began in his groin, and his scrotum contracted,
smoothing out against his balls.
Matt's cock exploded, and Daniel could feel the warmth flood
his belly as Matt's juice filled his gut. His friend inhaled
sharply, and rammed forward only to explode again.
Waves of pleasure were pounding against Matt's nervous system,
and he rode each wave until it crested, with his nerves afire and
his body quivering. Then his buttocks would clinch, his back would
arch, and again his groin would explode. He would cry out then, in
wordless ecstacy, and Daniel's voice would answer.
For some time, this continued, until no more of the warm
juices were forthcoming. Then the contractions silently receded,
Matt's nerves quietened, and all the strength seemed to leave his
body. He slumped forward, still inside Daniel, resting his crossed
arms on the boy's spine and breathing heavily.
Daniel, his own cock throbbing and enraged, wriggled his ass
out of frustration, and Matt slipped out of him. He was still for
almost a minute, allowing the other boy to regain his breath, and
then the passivity became too much for him. He stuck his right leg
out to the side and pressed his foot into the sheets. He used this
outthrust leg as a lever, and he pinioned himself upward and
sideways.
This motion raised his right hip high in the air, and his ass
moved sideways, his body pivoting on his other knee. Matt was
unprepared for Daniel's sudden movement, and he felt temporarily
disoriented as his human platform bucked and tossed him aside. He
landed on his back with his breath knocked out of him, and Daniel
plopped down at his side. The impact of the fall barked his left
elbow painfully.
"Hey," Matt said weakly, struggling to both rise and catch his
breath.
"Hey, yourself, oh noble master!" Daniel said. "Isn't there
something in this story about the slave FUCKING .
Chapter 5 of A Bondage Story
Birthday Presents
Matt lowered the car magazine he was reading and reached for
the jangling telephone. "Hello."
"Hiya Matt! It's Taylor!" said the cheerful female voice on
the other end of the line.
"Oh hey, Taylor. Daniel's not here right now. He went to the
library."
"That's okay, Matt. It was you I really wanted to talk to."
"Uh-oh. What have I done?"
Taylor laughed, "It's nothing you've done, honey. I was just
wonderin' what you're getting Danny for his birthday."
"Oh!" said Matt. Sounded safe enough. "I'm getting him one
of those things you call a mechanic's creeper. It's a low platform
with wheels that he can slide under his car when he changes the
oil. What you gettin' him?"
"Honey," Taylor said in her smokey drawl, "you can GUESS what
I'm givin' him!"
Matt was curious, but wary, so he said nothing.
"I'll give you a hint!" Taylor continued. "It involves my
naked body..."
The way the girl emphasized the word "naked" caused Matt to
chuckle. "Well," he said, "that's one present he's sure to like!"
"But I need your help..." Taylor said.
* * *
Matt pushed the door closed and turned to face the slender
woman.
"Do ya think he suspects anything?" Taylor asked. She and
Matt were standing in the large utility closet opposite the
elevator on Matt's floor. Taylor was carrying a grocery bag, and
she wore denim cutoffs and a Jack Daniel's tee shirt. She wore no
bra, and her nipples were prominent against the soft cotton fabric.
"I don't think so," Matt said. "I told him I was going
running, and he's doing something on the computer. It'll be a
complete surprise!"
Taylor leaned the grocery bag against the wall. She dug a
hand into a hip pocket of her tight cutoffs and removed a key ring.
"Here's the key to our place, Matt. Sarah's visitin' her folks in
Macon, and you should have the apartment to yourself tonight. I
rented you some movies, and they're on the top of the tv in the
living room. If the phone rings, jus' let the machine pick 'em
up."
She stood on tiptoe and kissed Matt's left cheek. "You're
jus' so sweet, Matt, to be doing this."
"Ah, Taylor," Matt said, embarrassed, "he's my best friend,
and you'll make him happy, so that makes me happy, too."
Taylor smiled and slid out of her tee shirt. While Matt
looked at her pretty breasts, each a small, but tidy handful,
Taylor unselfconsciously shed her shorts. On this day, she wore no
underwear, and her bush was immediately exposed. She looked
around.
"You got the creeper thing?" she asked.
"Right here." Matt reached behind an equipment cabinet and
pulled out a new mechanic's creeper. It was made of wood and had
four large casters.
"Oh," said Taylor, "that's a nice one. Look what I brought."
She began to pull items out of the bag. First she removed several
lengths of soft cotton rope. Then she pulled out two wine bottles.
"One of these is for you, Matt." Finally, she removed a silk
scarf, a large ribbon bow, and a small cream-colored envelope.
"Are you ready, Matt?" she asked, looking at the tall boy.
"I guess, Taylor."
"Well, then, first tie my hands behind my back." She handed
Matt the ropes and turned away from him, her wrists crossed behind
her back.
Matt separated a length of rope from the group. He leaned
over behind the slender girl and bound her hands together. Taylor
looked over her shoulder at the boy. "You can tie 'em tighter, you
know. I'm not fragile."
"Well, Taylor," Matt said, "we don't know how long Daniel
might want to keep you tied up, and this is jus' a game, anyway.
I'd rather have your hands a little loose, so's you can keep your
circulation."
"Oh!" said Taylor. She experimented with her bonds, and found
them sufficiently snug. "Okay, Matt, help me onto the creeper."
"Shoulda laid down before I tied you," Matt said practically.
"You're right, Matt. Maybe next time we'll get all the kinks
out." She kneeled beside the creeper, her knees straddling the low
wheeled platform. "Help me, Matt," she repeated.
Matt, not knowing what else to do, stood over the kneeling
girl and wrapped his large hands around her slender shoulders.
Taylor leaned forward against his strong arms' support, and Matt
gently lowered her to a position where her face rested on the small
cushion of the creeper. Her honey-colored hair pooled beside her
shoulders.
"That's great, Matt. Will you tie my legs now?"
"Any thing you say, ma'am."
Taylor drew her legs up so that her knees were wide apart and
her ankles were crossed. Matt looped a length of rope around her
ankles sideways and then vertically. He made several loops and
finished off with two strong knots.
"How's that feel, Taylor?"
Taylor flexed her ankles, feeling the resistance of the
tightly cinched ropes. "Jus' fine, Matt."
Matt looked at the girl's bound hands and ankles. He admired
the way her smooth ass cheeks pressed together to leave a delicate,
compressed line of flesh down to her small asshole. Unbidden, he
felt his cock stir in his jeans, and he wondered at it.
Matt cleared his throat to help drive away his confusing
thoughts. "Uh, Taylor," he said, "do you want your hands and
ankles tied together?"
"Yeah, honey, but leave a little slack, please." Taylor
lifted her ankles toward her butt, and Matt tied a third rope
around her wrists and ankles.
"That oughta do it," he said.
Taylor wriggled her ankles and flexed her wrists. "How do I
look, Matt? Do you think Danny'll like me?"
Matt chuckled. "Knowing Daniel," he said, "just the sight of
you like this is gonna drive him wild."
"Honey, I sure do hope so! Jus' put on the finishin' touches
and you can wheel me on out."
"Now Taylor, this is the part I'm not too sure about." His
eyes were filled with the image of the slender woman in bondage.
"Jus' do like we talked about. Slide that envelope down in
the crack of my ass, and stick that bow on... well, jus' look at
me like Daniel'll see me, and decide where the bow'll look best,
okay?"
"You're the boss!" Matt said, and he picked up the small,
colored envelope and the ribbon. He squatted beside the girl and
slid the envelope between her ass cheeks. Then he stood up, holding
the red bow, and stepped back, looking at her bound female figure.
He took several seconds considering where to place the ribbon, and
his cock pressed against his jeans so tightly that he slipped a
hand into his pants and readjusted himself. At length he stepped
forward.
"I'm gonna put the ribbon on the creeper between your knees,
Taylor, 'cause I think that's where Daniel will look first." He
peeled the wax paper from the bow, leaned down, and pressed the bow
firmly against the wood grain. He had an excellent view of the
girl's cunt, and he reflected again on how different were the
sexes.
Taylor looked up at the boy and said, "Let's do it!"
"Careful," said Matt. "Those were the last words of Gary
Gillmore." He stood just behind the bound girl's legs, indecisive
about how to move his carefully prepared package. The creeper had
a handle cut out in the platform, and he had an idea. Matt took
another rope length and looped it through the cutout. He pulled on
the rope, and the creeper rolled forward.
"Mmmmm," said Taylor. "Who was Gary Gillmore?"
"Just someone who was executed by the State of Utah. His
final words were 'Let's do it'." Matt opened the door a crack and
looked out. The hall, as usual, was deserted. He propped the door
open with a paint can and walked back to the girl.
"Honey," Taylor said, "that's kinda morbid."
"Yeah, I know, Taylor. We gotta be quiet from here on in.
Are you ready?"
"Let's GO," the girl whispered, and Matt chuckled as he rolled
the girl out into the hallway. The elevator door stood open from
Taylor's arrival. He closed the maintenance room door and rolled
Taylor past the elevator. He positioned the girl a few feet in
front of the boys' apartment door. He leaned down and whispered in
Taylor's ear.
"Are you all set? Do you want me to ring the door?" He
inclined his ear toward Taylor's lips.
"Go 'head, honey. Thank you."
"Jus' part of the friendly service," he whispered. "Bye."
Taylor formed the word bye on her lips, and Matt stood up and
stepped to the door. He hoped that Daniel would still be at the
computer, on the other side of the large room. He pressed the door
bell and held it down while he counted to three. Then he sprinted
to the elevator and pressed the down button. The elevator door
creaked slowly closed, and his last glimpse of the bound girl was
that of her crossed ankles and feet sticking up above her head of
honey-colored hair.
Daniel was sitting at his computer desk, playing a game called
Wolfenstein when the doorbell rang. He paused the game and stood
up. He was wearing just a pair of faded, wrinkled jeans with the
knees ripped out. As he padded across the large room, he noted
that his roommate had not yet returned. Must be taking a good,
long run today, he thought.
He went to the door and drew it open. In the first instant,
he saw no one, and then his attention was drawn downward. His eyes
widened when he saw the naked female form at his feet. It was
Taylor, and she was bound hand and foot. He looked up and scanned
the hallway. The two were alone. He looked back down at the girl.
"God lord, Taylor. Whacha you doing down there?" He knew it
sounded inane as soon as the words left his lips. His eyes took in
the creeper and the bright ribbon. As he looked at the ribbon, he
noticed the cream-colored envelope between the girl's ass cheeks.
"I'm your present, Danny!" Taylor said. "Do you like it?"
Daniel was surprised, and he said nothing for several seconds.
He looked at the girl's bound ankles, at the loops of rope securing
them in a crossed position. He noticed that her wrists were
equally bound. From where he stood, he had a clear view of her
pussy, and her cunt lips were moist. His cock stirred in his
shorts, and he said, "Well, hell, Taylor! I reckon I do!"
"Then pull me into your apartment, honey!"
"Oh! Oh, yeah. Right away!" Daniel saw the rope tied to the
creeper and instantly ascertained its use. He leaned over and
picked up the rope end, and then he pulled the creeper forward
through the door. When the girl was inside, he closed the door.
"So," he said, smiling down at the hog-tied figure, "you're my
birthday present. Who sent you to me?"
"I'm a gift to you from me and Matt, and you can have me all
night, to do whatever you want to do to me. Why doncha read the
card, honey?"
Daniel's smile expanded, and he leaned over and plucked the
card from the girl's cheeks. He allowed his hand to linger for a
moment on the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks. The envelope was
small and smelled of perfume. He carefully opened the envelope and
withdrew a colorful card.
On the front of the card was a picture of a sad-faced hound
dog, and a caption that read, "Another year older, and you still
haven't made top dog, but... " Daniel opened the card. The inside
said, "You don't have to be on top! Happy birthday, lover!" There
was a drawing of a cartoon dog wearing a big red ribbon. He was
looking at a trim and perky poodle with long eyelashes leashed to
a park bench. The dog had a huge, lascivious grin, and his erect,
red penis curved up under him. The card was signed by Matt and
Taylor, and there was a handwritten note - "This captured and
enslaved girl is to be your's for the night. Please return her in
the condition you found her."
"Ah, Taylor," he said, "you guys are swell. But whatever am
I gonna do with you?"
"Anything, uh, strike your fancy... master?"
"Only a coupla hundred things! So you're my slave for the
night, huh?" He rubbed his hands together and grinned.
"Yes, master. What action would you like me to perform?"
"Jez, Taylor, let me think. You sure do look fine lying there
like that... Let me get my camera!"
Taylor had been anticipating that Daniel would quickly have
his hands on her, maybe even dump her on the floor right there and
take her. She had felt his hot, hungry gaze brush across her
vulnerable, naked body, and she could feel the moist sex begin to
ooze from her cunt. She hoped that Daniel would let her up soon,
so she could begin to provide pleasure for her new master.
Daniel came bounding back with his camera, almost stumbling in
his desire to return to his beautiful captive girl slave, but made
cautious in his almost headlong rush by his tight-fitting jeans and
his constrained, tense, erecting cock. He stopped by the bound
form and quickly peeled out of his jeans. As usual around the
apartment, the slim boy wore no underwear. His well-proportioned,
circumcised cock spiraled lazily outward. His jeans pooled by his
ankles, and he stepped out of them and kicked them away.
He went to his knees and ankles with the viewfinder pressed
against his eye. He leaned low and peered between his captives
legs. Her crossed ankles, her knees, and the mechanic's creeper
formed a triangle through which he could just see the girl's cunt,
partially obscured by the red ribbons. He pressed the button, and
the camera whirred and offered a print.
Next, he walked around to the girl's side and took a low,
full-body profile shot. Then he took a close-up shot of Taylor's
pretty face. She smiled when he pressed the button. A final shot
looking down on the bound girl from above and the rear, and Matt
was satisfied with his efforts.
Then he came to the realization that he had to move on to
other enjoyable efforts, because his blood-engorged member was
anxious and throbbing. He set the camera aside and considered the
shapely bound form before him. He could scoop her up in his arms
and carry her to the bed, or, he could release her legs and walk
her to the bed, or he could indulge his recent passion for bondage
photography with her in a variety of poses. Whatever the evening
brought, he thought, he would have to get off real soon! And, of
course, his slave would also have to have an enjoyable time.
He made up his mind. "I'm going to release your legs, Taylor,
and get you up from there. You're jus' as pretty as a picture down
there, but I want to hold you and touch you, and my cock needs some
attention just about now."
He bent to the task of untying the girl's ankles. Matt had
tied his knots firmly, and it took a moment for Daniel to pry them
loose. He unwrapped the rope, and saw that the flesh of Taylor's
slender ankles carried the mark of the ropes. He noticed her
bright red toe nail polish, and with that simple thought he flashed
back to his first encounter with the vibrant little blonde.
He had finger fucked her in the shower in front of Matt, and
then she had handcuffed him to the headboard of the old bed and
given him an intense and teasing blow-job that had left him half-
crazed, begging for mercy. She had kneeled on his face, commanding
him to fuck her with his tongue. He had tongued her moist opening
for what seemed like forever, and he imagined that he could still
taste her juices. And then she had fucked him sitting on his cock.
The best part was that his male lover had watched the entire
episode. Even as these thoughts fluttered through his conscious-
ness, his frenzied fingers were busy, undoing the loops of rope.
"There, Taylor, your legs are free." The girl extended her
legs straight out, her toes pointed. She was surprised that she
felt only a mild discomfort as full circulation was restored in her
legs. She attempted to roll onto her back off the side of the
creeper, but as she put her weight on its edge, the creeper tipped,
dumping her unceremoniously on her ass.
She sat up and found that Daniel was trying hard to suppress
a grin. "That wasn't funny, Danny!" she exclaimed, and then her
eyes were drawn to his massive and obvious hard-on. His need of
her must be intense, she thought.
She shifted onto one side of her ass and got a leg beneath
her. Soon she was standing on her knees, her face only inches away
from Daniel's throbbing, extended organ. If not for her bound
wrists, she would have her hands wrapped around that gorgeous cock,
drawing it into her.
Daniel was quick to take advantage of her position. He stepped
forward and took himself in hand, guiding his excited member
forward. Taylor wrapped her lips around his shaft, and he thrust
forward more strongly than he had intended. The slender girl's
head rocked, and she made a whimphling sound as she took his
length. He could feel his cock bottom as the girl tried to swallow
him.
The sensation was delicious, and made even better as the girl
moved her head back and forward along his shaft. Her tongue
cradled his engorged cock, and she moved the tip of her tongue
under the edge of his corona at the end of each stroke. Every time
she did this, he would receive an intense stimulation.
Taylor had her eyes closed, so hard was she concentrating on
her task. The boy's cock was a perfect length for her, and she
could enjoy every inch of it. She loved the way his knob felt
sliding over her tongue, and she could feel the bumpy passage of
the massive veins that supported his erection. The back of her
throat was slick with his juice, and she could smell the distinc-
tive odor of his sex. As she worked, she felt her own sexual
moisture run down the inside of her leg.
Daniel was almost beside himself, transported to near-ecstacy
by the pretty blonde girl's ministrations. He could feel her hot
breath on his belly, and he could feel an answering warmth
responding within his groin. Her touch was sheer magic! She
varied the way she stroked him with her tongue and lips, and she
altered the tempo of her movements from moment to moment. This
variation kept the boy off-balance, never giving him the rigid up
and down movements that would be required to make him explode. She
teased his cock mercilessly, until she had him whimpering and
moaning. Only then did she press her tongue firmly to the base of
his cock and thrust strongly in an entirely linear path.
Daniel was unaware that he had been vocalizing, for he had his
head back and his eyes closed, with his entire attention focused on
the sharp waves of sensation impinging on his nervous system. He
breathed hoarsely, riding with the flow that bombarded him.
When the release came, it came suddenly, catching the two of
them by surprise. One moment, Daniel was moaning and whimpering,
and the next he was crying out, convulsed with sensation. Taylor
had only a moment to sense the explosion coming, but she saw the
contraction ripple across the boy's corded stomach muscles, and
then he was thrusting his hips and bucking like an animal.
He slipped out of her mouth, and his hand unknowingly found
his member. He used it as a cradle, to support his raging hard-on.
A mighty contraction of his gut and buttocks seized him, and his
world went white as the blood drained from his face, and he
ejaculated a milky stream into the expectant, flushed face of the
girl.
His chest was reddened, and the first debilitating blast of
cum left him gasping for air. Again, the pressure built, crashing
down on him like a physical mass, and his cock spurted, recoiling
in his open hand like a rifle.
In the very height of his passion, he thought of his boy-
friend, of how Matt should be there sharing the moving, strong
experience the small girl had given him.
Once more, his body spasmed, and another spattering of cum
shot from his cock slit. His cry was weaker this time, for even in
his excitement and ecstacy he had become accustomed to the
unabashed heights of his pleasure. This more modest sensation was
his anchor to the earth, the demarcation point to which he could
return. Gently and regretfully, he allowed the sensations to pass.
When it was all over, he stood, head down and chest heaving, filled
with wonder at the peaks he had scaled.
Taylor had watched him come with wonder of her own. She had
seen that each ejaculation involved Daniel's entire body, and she
marveled at the passionate near-violence of the event. Did she
look anything like that when she was in orgasm? Did her orgasm
move across her body like a tidal wave?
Daniel opened his eyes and found himself looking downward, his
spent member resting in his hand. His captive girl was sitting
looking up at him with something like admiration in her eyes.
He sank to his knees, reaching his arms forward to encircle
the girl. His lips found hers, and the two kissed, gently and
lovingly. Daniel could taste the salty tang of his own cum on her
lips, and he was filled with gratefulness for the tiny woman. He
kissed her passionately and she responded in a similar fashion.
They explored with their tongues, their breathing synchronized,
their eyes exploring each others' faces.
At length, the kiss ended and the two separated. Daniel
grasped Taylor's shoulders and looked her over, from the now-
tangled mass of honey-blonde hair that feel across her shoulders,
to her slender waist and the triangle of almost invisible pubic
hairs at the base of her belly. He admired her fine, uptilted
belly button, and he knew that he would be exploring it with his
tongue before the night was over.
"Thank you, Taylor, that was awesome," Daniel said. "Now I
wanna do something for you."
"Can I still be your slave?" asked the girl, in a husky voice.
"Sure, but I can be yours now," said Daniel.
"Honey, I can be your slave and have a fantasy of my own,
can't I?"
Daniel smiled. "Taylor, you can have anything you want! Just
tell me."
"Well," Taylor said, "I like being tied up, all bound and
helpless. I kinda guess I like havin' someone be responsible for
me. You know, havin' to take care of me. And I've got some
fantasies of my own that I can do when I'm the slave." Taylor
looked Daniel in the eyes.
"What do ya wanna do, Taylor?"
"I want you to tie me up with my hands over my head, tight
so's I'm on tiptoe. And then, I'd like for you to tease my tits,
licking them all over with that talented tongue you have, maybe
give my tits a playful nibble or two. Then you can take me anyway
you want me."
"Taylor, jus' thinking about it is getting me hard again. I
don't know if I can stand another go-round like that one. But,
we're in the fantasy business. Let's see, where could I tie you up
to?" His brow furrowed, and he thought for a minute.
Taylor turned around on her knees and held her bound hands out
to Daniel. "You can untie me for jus' a minute, Danny, while you
think about it."
Daniel began to untie the rope at Taylor's wrists, and he
said, "We've used the pipes in the shower before. They're high
enough that you'd be on tiptoe. And you'd be in the middle of the
shower. I'd have access to you all around!"
"That sounds good, Danny. Let me get a drink of water and
we'll go again."
"One thing I can say for you, Taylor, is that you got stamina."
Taylor laughed and pointed at Daniel's plumping cock. "So, my
friend," she said, "do you!"
Taylor held her wrists out side by side, and Daniel looped the
cotton rope around them. He knotted the rope and asked Taylor if
they were too tight.
"No, Danny, they're fine." She looked up at the ceiling where
the water pipes crossed. The porcelain tiles felt cool beneath her
bare feet, and a warm breeze filtered in through the high-set
windows.
"Okay," Daniel said, "hold your hands up." Taylor did as
Daniel asked, and Daniel looped the end of the rope over a pipe.
He pulled the rope taut, and the girl rose to her toes. He knotted
the rope to itself and examined the girl's position critically.
"Is that alright, Taylor?"
"Jus' fine! Go 'head," she encouraged.
Daniel didn't need much encouragement, for he was somewhat
fascinated by the image the girl's position created. Daniel was a
fellow who appreciated the symmetry of the human body in bondage,
and he admired the way the girl's upraised arms exposed her creamy
armpits, and lifted her delicate breasts. It stretched her trim
stomach, making her sexy upturned belly button even more appealing.
Even her standing on tiptoe was attractive to him, for it caused
her shapely calf muscles to bunch.
He stepped forward and took her hips in his hands. He tilted
his head and kissed her. Her arms rigidly holding up her face were
yet another element of bondage, because they kept her from moving
her face very far to side or responding more strongly to his lips.
This heightened his feeling of control over the fate of the
girl that entrusted him. She had made him, for the first time,
aware of his responsibility toward his bondage partner. Is that
part of it for me, too? he wondered. Do I love to be bound because
I know that someone I love and trust is responsible for me? Does
that somehow free me, so that, in a way, I'm helpless and blame-
less? His mind whirled with the possibilities, and he decided to
talk the question over later with Matt.
While these thoughts were revolving in his head, he lowered
his lips to Taylor's armpits. He dragged his lower lip across her
soft flesh, making nibbling motions with his lips only. He moved
his attention inward and downward, approaching her breast from the
side. He could feel her body tense as he first touched her breast.
He enjoyed the taste of the girl, so salty and sweet at the same
time. Her skin was silky and his tongue glided across it effort-
lessly.
Taylor had closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daniel's
caressing mouth was causing her nerves to tingle wherever he
touched. She gave in to the parade of feeling, happy and proud to
be enslaved to sensation.
Daniel worked his way around her tit without touching her
nipple and then he moved to the other tit. His tongue caressed and
lapped, and he enjoyed all the more the taste and smell of the girl
as her body responded to his efforts. He could also smell the
powerful female sexual odor that she exuded, and it struck a
resonant chord in him, bringing excitement.
Taylor's breathing had quickened, and her breasts were
reddened with extra oxygen. Her nipples had become fully erect,
looking to Daniel almost like little pink push buttons. He had
covered every square inch of her breasts except her nipples, and he
judged the girl ready.
He had always heard that women were capable of obtaining
orgasm without direct clitoral stimulation, and he wondered if it
were true. If it were, he was determined that he would find out
soon enough.
He supported Taylor's left breast with both of his hands
firmly wrapped around the soft, responsive mound of flesh. He drew
his tongue across the sensitive tip, slowly and deliberately,
thinking of the way the girl had teased him with her long artful
blow job. He extended his tongue, curving it upward, and he drew
the smooth lower trough across her nipple in the opposite direc-
tion.
At the end of that stroke, he again reversed his tongue. He
kept up this motion, slowly stroking across her nipple with the
pebbly top surface of his tongue and then stroking with the smooth
undersurface. From the tension in her body and the rapidity of her
respiration, he knew that he was having an strong effect on her.
Indeed he was, for Taylor began to moan. Each time the boy
drew his tongue across her nipple, the sensations were excruciat-
ingly exciting. She could feel her love juices dripping down the
inside of her legs, and, even over the nearness of the boy, she
could smell the odor of her own sex.
Daniel moved to her other breast, again establishing the
pattern of smooth stroke, rough stroke. He held her right breast
cupped in the palm of his right hand, and with his left hand he
reached down between her legs. His hand became wet, and he lifted
it beside his face. The smell was overpoweringly sexual, and his
own excitement flared. He moved his tongue more rapidly, flitting
it across the narrow button, performing intense and quick rever-
sals. With his hands, he palpitated the girl's breasts, even as
his tongue and lips worked in synchrony.
His passionate and mounting efforts were having an extreme
effect on the girl. Despite the fact that all the attention was
directed at her breasts, she began to feel a response in her cunt!
A warm glow seemed to her to be emanating from her groin, and she
subconsciously tightened her vaginal muscles. From long-forgotten
instinct, an involuntary spasm rippled through her moist tunnel and
was quickly followed by another.
Her breathing became frantic, and Daniel had to place one arm
around the girl's waist to steady her, lest she pull her breasts
away from his lips and tongue.
Taylor was lost in her excitement.
Chapter 6 of A Bondage Story
Suspension Erotica
"Lover, you don't know how close we came to trooping down to
get you last night."
"Well," said Matt, grinning, "it wouldn't have done you much
good at that point. I was sittin' up in Taylor's bed watching
movies and drinking wine, and I wouldn't've been worth a shit by
the time you guys finished the first go round."
"Hell, Matt, with us, it was the SECOND go round that really
got hot. You shoulda seen us in the shower, what with her hands up
over her head and her on tiptoe. She looked so SEXY."
Matt chuckled, "I can imagine you in the same position, boyo,
and you'd look pretty sexy, too."
"Do you really think so?" Daniel looked interested.
"Hell, yes!" Matt leaned forward and said theatrically, "I'd
prob'ly even want to get YOUR camera and take a picture of YOU."
"Is that so?" Daniel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.
The slender boy loved to be bound and restrained, and Matt could
see that Daniel was actively considering the proposition.
"Yeah!" said Matt, warming to the task. "And I'd work your
nipples over with my tongue, and I'd suck that sweet cock of yours.
I mean, if you think I could get you hard..."
"Jez," said Daniel, "just thinkin' about it's gettin' me hard!
What you doing for the next hour or two?"
"A little mid-day bondage, maybe?" Matt's tone was teasing,
knowing that his friend was snared.
"Hell, yes!"
"How you ever noticed how much of our sex lives we spend in
the shower?" Matt crossed his arms and lifted his tee shirt up and
off in one smooth motion, exposing his tanned and hairy muscular
chest and corded stomach.
"Maybe that's because we got a cleanliness fetish." Daniel
grinned. He was sitting on the edge of the shower basin, sliding
his sneakers off. He wore baggy blue cotton sweat pants, and his
chest was already bared. Matt glanced at the boy, and as always he
admired the smaller boy's athletic muscle definition and his
smooth, blonde-haired chest.
"Maybe we jus' got a FUCK fetish, is more like it!" Matt
stood up, wearing only his soft, old cutoff jeans, and padded over
to where Daniel sat. The shower tiles felt cool against his bare
feet, and a warm breeze circulated through the room from the high-
set windows.
Daniel stood up as Matt approached. "A fuck ADDICTION is what
I'd call it," he said. "I'm addicted to the taste and feel and
smell of you, and I gotta have a fix every day or I get withdrawal
pains."
Matt and Daniel stood face to face, and Matt smothered further
comment from Daniel by wrapping his arms around the boy and holding
him close. Daniel responded by grasping Matt in return, and the
two were soon pressed warmly into a long and liquid kiss.
Matt worked his jaw and pressed his tongue against Daniel's
teeth. Daniel immediately opened his mouth and allowed Matt's
tongue to enter. His own tongue formed a cradle for Matt's, and
the two organs intertwined, exploring, caressing. Each could taste
the other, and their breathing became quicker and hot.
Daniel could feel his cock pressing against his shorts, and he
could feel the warmth of the other boy's muscular chest against
his. He closed his eyes, lost in the warmth of their mutual
embrace and the hot, passionate tonguing he was receiving.
While the boys continued to explore with their tongues, Matt
lowered his hands to Daniel's waist. With quick fingers, he untied
the string that held Daniel's baggy pants to his slender waist.
Already the soft cotton was extending tent-like from the boy's
crotch. Matt ran his hands under the sweats, burrowing low across
Daniel's narrow hips and coming to rest on the boy's firm buttocks.
Daniel felt his friend's hands massaging his ass cheeks, and
he reached down and clumsily thrust his sweat pants past his hips.
(He had to lift and pull them forward to clear his erection.)
Freed of it's soft restraint, his cock spiraled lazily forward.
Already the smaller boy's erection was well-defined and prominent.
A single droplet of transparent pre-cum glistened on the tip-slit.
Matt moved his hands to Daniel's hips, and he looked down at
Daniel's throbbing cock. He liked the way the red, extended organ
pressed against his friend's tan belly. He imagined the taste and
feel of the tight member in his mouth, and he became aware that his
own cock was achingly constrained in his jeans. Matt unsnapped his
cut-offs and started to unzip them.
Daniel impatiently yanked them down to Matt's knees, and he
started to rub his hands against Matt's large cock through the
fabric of Matt's black bikini shorts. Soon he had removed the
briefs, and Matt's erection levered hugely forward. The tip of
Matt's cock pressed against the tip of Daniel's, and both boys felt
the touch as if it were electric.
Matt was breathing heavily, and he said, "I better tie you up
now, or THIS bondage fantasy is going to go straight out the
window!"
Daniel grinned. "I know what you mean. I'd take you right
now, but first I want to feel STRETCHED!" He stepped back and held
his hands out, wrists pressed together.
Matt, too, grinned. He hefted his cock and squeezed it. "I
think you'll feel stretched alright, in more ways than one!" Matt
leaned over and picked up a coil of soft cotton rope from the lip
of the shower basin. Quickly and expertly he tied Daniel's wrists
together. An excess of several feet were left, and Matt coiled the
excess in his hand. He tugged on the rope and said, "Come on,
let's get you strung up!"
Matt began to walk toward the corner of the shower room, and
Daniel followed, his erect member thrust out parallel with his
bound hands, swaying as Daniel walked and throbbing with the boy's
strong heartbeat. They stopped under a high ceiling pipe, and Matt
threw the coil of rope over the pipe. He pulled on the rope, and
Daniel's bound hands moved upward until the boy's arms were fully
extended.
"A little tighter," Daniel suggested, and Matt grunted in
response, pulling the rope taut.
Even as tall as Matt was, he was unable to reach up to knot
the rope to the high pipe, so he looped it over another pipe that
he could reach and pulled it tight. As he pulled, Daniel's arms
became rigidly extended, and the boy was raised to his toes.
Matt knotted the rope tightly and immediately found ample
cause to appreciate the image of the bound figure before him.
Daniel's arms were tightly pulled upward, and they provided an
elegant, although inverted, frame for the boy's handsome, excited
face. His smooth chest and flat belly were taut, stretched out.
(Matt always admired the masculine taper of his friend's chest and
tummy.) Even the boy's belly button was elongated. He watched the
way Daniel's ribs moved under his smooth, tan skin when the boy
breathed.
Daniel's prominently erect member also moved with his breath-
ing, Matt noticed, its tip drawing tight circles in the air. Matt
studied the throbbing organ for a moment, and he had a sudden
desire to see it, too, restrained.
He turned and padded out of the shower without a word, and
went straight to the closet where the boys kept their sex toys. He
pulled a shoe box from a top shelf and removed a leather cock
sheath and several narrow strips of leather binding. He took them
back to the shower.
Daniel watched the other boy walk in, and he immediately
identified the implement. It was a favorite toy of Matt's, and it
always seemed to drive the boy wild with desire.
(Of course, what it meant was that Matt planned to fuck him
first. That was fine with Daniel, because it meant that he would
be practically frantic by the time Matt eventually removed the
sheath, and the resulting explosion of his own orgasm would be all
the more devastating due to his extended sexual frustration.)
Matt walked over to Daniel and slid the sheath over Daniel's
rigid cock. The sheath fit the boy's member perfectly, and Daniel
twitched involuntarily as the rough material slid along his
engorged shaft. The sheath had a strap attached to its bottom, and
Matt wrapped it around Daniel's balls, drawing them tightly. A
leather strip went through a loop on the sheath's upper length, and
Matt tied it tightly around Daniel's torso, so that Daniel's cock
was bound securely to his trim stomach, and his balls were bound
together and elevated.
With Daniel standing on tiptoe, his cock was on a level with
Matt's, and Matt stepped forward and pulled the boy close. He
sought his prisoner's lips, and as they pressed close together,
Matt's erect cock rubbed against the leather cock restraint.
Matt kissed the boy long and vigorously, his hot lips pressing
tightly, and then he moved to one of Daniel's armpits, nibbling on
the soft flesh and tangled blonde hairs there. This never failed
to excite the smaller boy, and soon Daniel was moaning and
wriggling in his bonds. Matt took one hand and rubbed up and down
Daniel's back, his fingers sliding past the knobs of Daniel's
spine. He left Daniel's armpit moist and moved to the boy's other
armpit.
Daniel's secret was that he loved to have his armpits caressed
by his friend's hot, talented tongue, and each small, playful
nibble transported him. He felt a shiver cross his body, and he
reveled in the sensations.
Just when Daniel felt that he couldn't take any more, Matt
moved his tongue to Daniel's belly button, thrusting its tip into
the narrow hole. Matt's senses filled with the leathery odor of
the cock restraint and the ever-present scent of his friend's sex.
A kinky thought struck him, and he leaned his head and bit the
sheath, causing the slender boy to gasp.
Daniel was right, Matt thought. Having the boy suspended,
with his every bodily part accessible and vulnerable, was an
immense turn-on, and Matt felt that he should explore every inch of
that available body.
He slid his mouth down the sheath to Daniel's captive
testicles, and he opened his mouth wide and drew them in. He
sucked on the cool orbs gently, but noisily, moving them around in
their sac with his tongue, and kneading the boy's flesh with his
lips. For several minutes he played with them, his cheeks bulging,
and the boy's balls left an impression on the inside of Matt's
cheeks, one that he could still feel when he released Daniel's
balls and slid his hands down the outside of Daniel's slender legs.
Matt moved behind the suspended figure and sat down on his
knees, at a right angle to his captive. Matt's engorged cock
thrust upward and his own balls hung almost to the colored tiles.
He took both of his hands and wrapped them around one of Daniel's
ankles. He pulled back and up, bending the boy's leg at the knee,
and moved one hand so that Daniel's bare foot was cradled in his
hands before his face. He lowered his mouth to the sole of
Daniel's foot, and he licked the tender, sensitive flesh there.
Daniel was still floating along, his scrotum inflamed and his
belly afire, when his friend suddenly pulled his leg out from under
him. He was left balancing stork-like on one toe, pendular and
unsteady, and he was unprepared for the warm, moist presence of
Matt's tongue on his bare sole. His senses were aflame, and his
heightened awareness amplified the sensations that the other boy
imparted to his flesh.
Daniel's cock throbbed and hardened, straining in its forced
captivity, and a part of Daniel's mind remembered his experience of
the night before with the slender girl in this very shower. He had
been amazed to see an orgasm ripple through the girl's body as he
licked, nipped, and squeezed her tits. From the way he felt now,
he COULD achieve such an orgasm, even though his sexual member was
trapped and unreachable.
Matt released Daniel's foot and grabbed his other ankle.
Daniel's form swayed for a moment, until his wet toes found
purchase on the tiles. When Matt began to lick and nibble on his
other foot, Daniel put his head back and simply reveled in the
sensations.
Matt had one hand wrapped around Daniel's slender ankle, and
his other hand he wrapped around Daniel's toes, holding the boy's
foot rigidly as he bent to his task. He nibbled with his teeth at
the hard flesh on the ball of Daniel's foot, and he nibbled with
his lips at the softer flesh high in the boy's arch. His ministra-
tions caused the boy to moan. Matt drew the tip of his tongue
slowly and wetly down the exposed center of Daniel's foot, from his
heel to his toes, and Daniel swayed. Matt uncovered Daniel's toes
and sucked on them.
Daniel's cock threatened to rip apart the leather restraint,
and the upper tip of the sheath was becoming moist from Daniel's
bodily lubrication. His balls, too, were moist, glistening wet
partially from Matt's saliva, and partially from the sweat that
dripped down from inside the sheath. He felt a peculiar combina-
tion of discomfort and pleasure, and he softly gave voice to his
feelings.
Matt released Daniel's foot when the boy cried out. Daniel
was swaying on the ropes, unable to gain footing with his wet toes
on the slick shower tiles. Matt steadied Daniel's ankles long
enough for him to regain his tenuous stance, and then Matt came to
his own feet. He walked back around to Daniel's front, and wrapped
his arms around the boy, for a moment holding the boy's slender
form clasped closely.
Matt's cock pressed against the other boy's cock restraint,
and his sexual urgency came into sharp focus. His right leg was
wet from his own pre-cum, and his breath came rasping, quick.
Daniel opened his eyes and looked at his friend. Matt's face
was reddened from excitement, his engorged cock throbbed palpably
against Daniel's belly, and Daniel could feel Matt's nipples
pressed against his chest, standing up like little buttons. Matt's
urgency was obvious to Daniel, so he leaned his head forward and
whispered into Matt's ear.
"Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now!"
The other boy needed no further encouragement. He gave the
bound boy a hot, grateful look, and his hands groped for Daniel's
legs. Daniel pulled himself upward with his bound arms and wrapped
his slender legs around Matt, looping his ankles behind the bigger
boy's muscular butt.
Matt placed one hand on Daniel's thigh to support and
stabilize the boy, and then he reached into the circle of Daniel's
legs to his own cock. The throbbing, extended organ was slick with
pre-cum, and Matt ran his fingers around the head, spreading the
natural lubricant there.
He moved his hand from his cock to Daniel's other thigh, and
he hitched the boy's legs higher, so that Daniel's ankles were in
the small of his back. This bent Daniel's lower body forward and
brought the boy's hungry asshole into alignment with its hot
opposite. Matt returned his hand to his cock, and took its tip in
his fingers. He pressed it against the slender boy's sphincter
muscle, pushing impatiently until his hardness overcame Daniel's
resistance, and he slid inside.
Daniel felt the massive cock enter his bowels, and he felt the
familiar sensation of fullness as Matt's shaft came fully inside
him. Acting instinctively, he scissored his knees inward, locking
himself to Matt's middle torso, leaving the other boy's hips free
to thrust and plunge.
Matt took a half-step rearward, dragging Daniel's lower body
with him, so that the boy's arms reached up to the ceiling and his
back was curved so that his ass pressed tightly to Matt's groin.
Matt's cock was enveloped in warmth, and he unconsciously
pulled back until the inside edge of his corona just contacted the
boy's sphincter. Then he pressed his shaft forward, slowly, up to
its base. He pulled rearward once more, unconsciously judging the
limits of his movements, and he began to thrust, slowly at first,
and then vigorously.
Daniel felt the living mass moving within him, and Matt's
large, veined cock plumbed him to his very depths. Daniel's
prostate gland became excited from the sensations and it echoed a
message to the boy's own bound cock, which throbbed within its
leathery restraint. If Daniel had a free hand, he would definitely
have been stroking his eager member, but, bound as he was, he could
only ride with the situation, giving voice to his pleasure and
excitement.
Daniel's cries acted as an effective stimulus for Matt, and he
became frenzied in his movements. His hips moved strongly and
smoothly in a rhythmic manner while his eyes became half-lidded and
his breathing became hurried. His hands had slipped around to the
meaty parts of Daniel's buttocks, and his fingers left pressure
marks on the boy's ass cheeks.
Having given himself entirely to instinctive movements, Matt
was hardly aware of his mounting urgency. A warmth was forming in
his belly, and his nerves tingled. At each thrust, his hairy,
muscular buttocks would cinch and his back would arch. At each
reversal, his breath would explode hotly, and he would thrust
again. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Daniel's ass, and he
leaned his head back and gave voice to his own feelings.
Daniel could not help but pick up the rhythm. He dug his
ankles into Matt's ass when the boy plunged far forward, and
clamped his knees to Matt's side when the boy made the long slide
rearward. Daniel tightened his asshole, milking Matt's large cock.
He could feel his captive balls slapping against Matt's corded
belly, and he could feel the breeze beneath his ass when Matt's
hairy balls swung past. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against
his belly and the leather restraint was wet against his navel.
Matt thrust again and again, but smoothly slowing. Some part
of him felt the nearness of the coming explosion, and he slowed,
willing the moment to sustain itself. His body shuddered with the
effort, and his efforts were soon rewarded. A racking contraction
passed across his gut, clinching his ass, and constricting his
scrotum. His nervous system tingled along its pathways. Another
contraction hit him, and he exploded into ecstacy. He screamed out
his victory and his joy, and his very soul was immersed in the
delirium of great sexual release.
A hot mass of cum shot from Matt's tip, buried deep within
Daniel's bowel. The bound boy could feel the hot liquid mass as it
pushed past his sphincter, and his guts filled with its warmth.
Again, Matt's nerves fired, his pelvis plunged forward, and
his cock throbbed milky cum. His senses were aflame, nerves all
firing simultaneously, and his vision was a velvety white fog. He
rode the sensations as a surfer would ride a big wave, and his
breath came erratically and quickly.
For a third and final time, Matt's musculature shuddered
hugely, his nerves fired, and his cock rocketed forward in
response. His testicles rendered their load in one last torrent,
and hot sensation enveloped the boy.
Then he stood still, his member deep within his partner, his
muscles and nerves dancing nervously. His breath was ragged and
unsteady, and he leaned bonelessly against his captive friend.
For a time, the slender boy tied to the pipe supported them
both, his knees pressed tightly against his lover, his arms and
hands achingly restrained.
Matt came slowly back to the world. The sensations and the
pleasure that had dominated him turned back into its self and
slowly faded. He was left with just the tingling afterglow and he
opened his eyes. The strength returned to his body and his back
straightened.
The power of his just-spent orgasm amazed him, and he regarded
his friend with something akin to awe. The slender boy bound
before him provided him with so much pleasure, and so often, that
Matt thought that he would need the rest of his life just to repay
him. His arms went out to the captive, and he held the slender boy
tightly.
After a time, Matt's breathing slowed, and he took his hands
and placed them on Daniel's thighs. Responding to the unspoken
signal, Daniel relaxed his leg muscles and allowed the other boy to
dismount.
Even with Matt's cock passive, it was a long, tense slide out
and Daniel breathed easier when the massive head pulled wetly past
his muscular ring. Only then did he become aware of the condition
of his own member. His cock throbbed painfully in the constraining
sheath, and he groaned.
His legs fell to the floor and he swayed for a brief moment,
until his toes glanced against the top of Matt's toes. He pressed
his toes to the top of Matt's bony knuckles and pushed downward,
elevating himself and taking part of the pressure off his bound
hands and arms. "Ohhhh!" Daniel cried in relief.
Matt smiled at the boy, his eyes alive with humor and
appreciation, and he clasped the boy close. As their chests and
bellies met, Matt became aware of the wetness on his belly from
Daniel's now saturated sheath. Immediately he knew that the boy
had suffered throughout his own pleasure, and he resolved to pay
the slender boy back in kind.
He released the boy and stepped back, gently pulling his feet
out from under Daniel's toes. "Thanks, buddy!" he said. "Now I'm
gonna cut you down and work on your cock some!"
"Cool!" said Daniel, hungrily. "I'm ready!" He looked up as
Matt untied the rope above his head. Matt slowly slid the rope
upward, and Daniel's full weight returned and he stood flat footed
on the shower tiles. His arms fell to his front, and his bound
wrists rested on the wet cock sheath.
Matt pulled the rest of the rope over the pipe, and then he
looked at his friend. Daniel stood eagerly, the anticipation clear
on his face. Matt decided contrarily to preserve the erotic
tension, and he pulled on the rope that restrained the smaller
boy's wrists and said, in a rough voice, "C'mon."
Daniel yanked back on the rope. "Hey!" he cried. "What's
this shit? Isn't it my turn yet?" His body shook with emotion,
his face colored.
Matt placidly planted his feet and set his back. He began to
pull on the rope, reeling the boy toward him. "Your turn," he
said, "is when my turn's over. And I've decided to extend my turn,
because I want to be in complete control of you until you come!
Okay?"
Daniel fought back as he was pulled forward by his wrists, but
his resentment was mostly spent, and his emphatic sexual need
reasserted itself. He would go along with the bigger boy for now,
he thought, but later he would get even. The important thing was
that he was burning, tense and anxious, and he needed his friend's
willing cooperation to find relief. Only then would he worry about
being released from his restraints and getting even.
Matt observed the battling emotions on his friend's face, and
he felt relief himself when he saw Daniel gave in to greater prac-
ticality.
"Shit, Matt! This ain't fair!" Daniel said. His words
sounded harsh, but the boy came along willingly enough.
Matt grinned and clasped an arm around Daniel's shoulders.
"Don't sweat, buddy. I'll take care of you. Let's just move this
act onto the bed." In his mind's eye, he was seeing Daniel in
further bondage, but he wondered if the other boy would cooperate.
Daniel, as if reading the other boy's mind, looked at his
friend. "Hey, Matt. Are you gonna untie me?"
Matt smiled at the slender boy. "In due time. But first I
wanna give your cock everything I gave the rest of your body!" He
reached over with his other hand and clasped the leather sheath.
"Ohhhh," Daniel groaned. "I dunno if I can take much more!"
Matt squeezed Daniel's shoulders. "Hush, buddy. Trust me."
Daniel shook his head glumly, but a hint of a smile worked at
the corners of his mouth. "Trustin' you, lover, is killin' me," he
said.
Matt laughed out loud. "Jus' hang on a little longer." The
boys had reached the bed. Matt removed his arm from Daniel's
shoulder, and he untied the leather strap around Daniel's mid-
section. He moved around to Daniel's front.
The sodden cock restraint fell to a jutting position,
throbbing in time with the boy's heartbeat. Matt put his hands on
Daniel's shoulders and backed the boy into a position near the
center of the bed.
"Just lay down on your back, Dan, and I'll have that cock
cover off in a minute."
Daniel sat on the bed and then reclined onto his back.
Instead of going directly to Daniel, Matt, however, stepped to the
nightstand and opened it. Daniel could scarcely believe that his
friend was withdrawing more items of restraint, but even in his
advanced state of erotic need, his curiosity was ignited. Daniel
simply loved to be in bondage, and his muscular lover was ingenious
in dreaming up new bondage techniques. Daniel hoped that Matt
would not take the time to tie him spreadeagled to the bed.
Such complexity, however, was not Matt's intention. He
returned to the slender boy carrying two coils of rope. "I'm gonna
tie you to the bed, and then I'm gonna take off the cock cover.
Okay?"
"Yeah, but let's get it over with." Daniel wriggled his hips
to emphasize his point.
"Alrighty," Matt said agreeably, "put your feet together."
Daniel complied, and Matt quickly bound his ankles together,
knotting the soft ropes tightly. Matt tied another rope to the
rope between the boy's ankles, and he tossed that rope under the
old bed.
Daniel began to get an idea of what was coming, and his
excitement did not abate. Matt walked around the bed to Daniel's
head. He reached under the bed and withdrew the rope. "Gimme your
hands," he said.
Daniel held his hands up in the air in front of his face, and
Matt looped the rope through the restraints on his wrist. He
pulled Daniel's arms up over Daniel's head, and he pulled the part
of the rope that passed under the bed taut. He fed the excess
through the boy's hand restraints, and then he leaned back, pulling
on the rope. This motion tightened up the rope at Daniel's wrists
and ankles, and Daniel was pulled tightly down onto the bed. Matt
knotted the rope at Daniel's wrists and stepped back to admire his
handiwork.
The boy was laying across the bed sideways, with his ankles
pressed against the lower bed rail and his toes just above the
floor, and his hands were bound over his head. Again, the slender
boy's body was stretched out, and his belly button was elongated.
Matt noted this last with surprise, because he had never considered
himself a belly-button man. Daniel, he knew, WAS, though, and some
part of the other boy's fascination with the tiny reminder of
procreation must be rubbing off on him. Matt was bemused.
Daniel brought him out of his reverie. "I know what they mean
when they say 'fit to be tied' now! Are you gonna jus' stand
there?" The tip of the boy's restrained cock wavered angrily in
its captivity when Daniel spoke.
Matt chuckled at the boy's tender plight. "Hold up, buddy,"
he said. "I'm with ya!"
"Yeah," Daniel grumbled, "none too soon!"
Matt crawled onto the bed and lay on his side with his head
near Daniel's crotch. The smell of the cock sheath, old cowhide
and cum, was overpowering, and Matt could feel his own cock
tightening.
He undid the strap that held Daniel's balls, letting them fall
free. Rather than remove the sheath, though, he bent his head to
the boy's scrotum.
"Hey!" Daniel complained. "Will you QUIT FUCKING AROUND?" He
lifted his head and glared at the bigger boy.
"Now, now, patience, Dan! I'm trying to complete a master-
piece down here." Matt then grinned wickedly. He warned, "Don't
make me hafta GAG you!"
"You wouldn't, you son of a bitch!" Daniel cried indignantly.
"Wanta dare me?" Matt quickly responded.
"You wouldn't FUCKIN' DARE, you asshole," Daniel said.
"Ooooh! I wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh? Well, you're in for it
now, buddy." He started to climb off the bed. Matt's cock was
again rigid by this time, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
Daniel, too, in some perverse way was enjoying himself. He
well knew when he baited his friend that the probable result would
be a gag in his mouth, but he could no more avoid making the dare
than he could fly.
Matt reappeared with a long bath towel, which he tore into
strips in front of the bound boy. "Wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh?" he
said. "What do you think of this?"
"I didn't think you had it in you, you shithead." Daniel
played his part with high drama.
"Ooooh," Matt said. "Such profanity! I can't expose my
tender ears to such foul language!" He held the strips up in front
of Daniel's eyes. "Are you gonna shut up right now, or do you
wanna get this gag?"
"FUCK YOU!" Daniel cried.
"Okay," Matt said. "If that's how you wanna play it." He
climbed back onto the bed and he straddled the boy's bound arms
with his knees.
"One last chance?" Matt said.
"EAT ME!" Daniel said.
"I intend to!" Matt said, smiling. He pressed a strip of the
soft cloth down along the boy's lips, and Daniel opened his mouth,
allowing the material to slide between his teeth. Matt looped the
strip under Daniel's head and pulled th
Chapter 7
Taylor's Plot
Daniel and Matt were laying naked in bed, having just
completed a rousing round of sex that had left them panting and
perspiring. They were on their backs, and Daniel had his head
resting on Matt's shoulder and muscular bicep. Daniel's long
blonde hair on Matt's shoulder contrasted sharply with Matt's
tanned skin.
"Uhmmm, Matt?" Daniel said.
"Un-huh?" Matt reached his hand over Daniel's shoulder,
bringing his fingers to rest at Daniel's left nipple. Idly, he
massaged the little button with his fingertips.
"I been talking to Taylor again." Daniel ran his hand along
Matt's side, his fingers seeking the relative softness of Matt's
muscular buttocks.
"Too much of that could be dangerous, boyo." Matt no longer
felt uncomfortable when his friend talked of their shapely down-
stairs neighbor, because he had decided that he could accept, if
not understand, his bisexual friend's interest.
"She thinks you're sexy." Daniel kneaded Matt's flesh with
his fingers and palm.
"Huh! I AM sexy!" Matt laughed. "But you're all the lover
either she or I need."
"Didn't you get off on watchin' us, that first time?" Daniel
asked.
"Hmmmm." Matt thought for a moment. "I guess I got off seein'
you get off." He plucked at the slender boy's nipple. "But that
doesn't mean I'd get off with her. First, I gotta WANT to be with
someone."
"Well, you seemed pretty interested in her suckin' you, that
time," Daniel said.
"That was just friction," Matt said. "Besides, I was lookin'
at you all the time, and the sight of your naked body always makes
me horny."
"I'll be sorry the day I don't make you horny!" Daniel
chuckled. "I didn't tell you about Taylor's fantasy."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. She wants to be fucked in her cunt and her ass at the
same time. I keep thinkin' about that."
"Hmmmm," Matt said, noncommittally.
"I'd have to be one to take her ass, because your cock's so
big, it'd break her asshole."
"Hmmmm," Matt said again. "Why don't I fuck your ass and you
can let Taylor fuck your dick?"
"Well," said Daniel, "I kinda envisioned that as phase two."
Matt chuckled again. "Been givin' this lots of thought, huh?"
"Yeah..."
The boys lapsed into silence for a time. At length, Daniel
spoke. "Would you do it, Matt, for me?"
The silence intensified. Daniel turned on his side so he
could look Matt in the face. Matt's brows were knotted, and his
eyes seemed unfocused.
"Matt?" he prompted.
"Ah, hell, Daniel!" Matt looked at the slender boy and shook
his head. "You sure want a lot from me!"
Daniel reached out and touched his fingers to Matt's cock
shaft. "And I give a lot, don't I?"
Matt's frown deepened into consternation when his cock began
to respond to Daniel's attentions. "This is blackmail!" Matt
said.
"Yeah," said Daniel, leaning over his friend's hips, guiding
Matt's large cock toward his mouth. "But you'll do it, right?"
"Shit!" said Matt. "Here we go again."
And, to Daniel, that implied tacit consent. He wrapped his
lips around Matt's large head. A remaining taste of cum was in the
slit, and Daniel dipped the tip of his tongue into the opening.
Sweet blackmail.
* * *
The phone was answered on the second ring.
"Hey, Taylor"
"Oh, hi Danny, whatchu doin'" said Taylor, in her smokey
southern-girl voice.
"Oh, nuthin' much," Daniel responded. "Jus' sittin' here,
waiting for Matt to get home."
"I'm not up to much each, Danny." Taylor fulfilled her part
of the traditional Georgia telephone greeting, but she sounded
puzzled.
"You still all hot for gettin' my boyfriend in bed?" asked
Daniel.
"You better believe it!" Taylor said, her interest quickening.
"Well, I talked with him about it last night."
"Oh," said Taylor, "and what did he allow?"
"I told him about your fantasy, you know, two cocks? And he
said that he'd do it as a favor to me. I told him that he'd have
to take your front, because he was too big for your ass."
Taylor laughed. "Good thinkin', Danny, he stretched my mouth
last time!"
"I know what you mean, Taylor!" said Daniel. "He stretches me,
even now."
"When we gettin' together?" Taylor inquired.
"Come on up tonight, Taylor."
"Uh, Danny?"
"Yeah?"
"He's really not like you, is he? I mean, uh, what if he
can't get hard with me?"
"Don't worry about that, Taylor," Daniel said. "I'll be hard
enough, jus' lookin' at you, and me bein' hard never fails to get
Matt hard!"
"I think he was getting hard tying me up on your birthday."
Taylor said, "But, uh, does it take ropes to get him hard?"
Daniel was quiet for a moment. "Not for us, Taylor, it's just
a game. But I might have an idea about that, too."
"Huh?"
"All ya gotta do is tie me up with Matt around. You know it's
what I like, and Matt thinks it's sexy as shit. Uh, that's not
what I meant to say. I'm sorry, Taylor."
The girl's husky voice laughed. "Don't ever apologize about
language to me, Danny. Besides, how you gonna take part if you're
all tied up?"
"Jus' tie me up for the start, Taylor. You and Matt can get
your fuckin' done, and then you can untie me. But be sure I can
watch you two!"
"Why, hell yes, Danny!" Taylor said. "Having you watch is
gonna be half the turnon!"
"And havein' me in on its gonna be the rest, right, Taylor?"
"Of course!" said the slender girl. "When's Matt goin' to be
home?"
"In about thirty minutes. That enough time?"
"I'm coming right up."
* * *
Matt opened the door and walked in. He turned and set his
book bag down by the door. The day was hot, and he could hardly
wait to get out of his sweaty clothes. He pushed his sneakers off
with his toes, and stood on one foot at a time to remove his socks.
Still facing the door, he crossed his arms and grasped the lower
edges of his tee shirt. In one smooth, coordinated motion, he
pulled the garment up and over his head, exposing his muscular,
hairy chest and belly. Only then did Matt turn back toward the
large main room of the loft apartment.
His eyes widened when he saw the room's other occupant. His
lover and friend, Daniel, was on the apartment's large, old bed,
nude, with his hands tied to the bedposts. Daniel was slumped
against the wooden footboard, and he was gagged.
The slender boy turned his head when Matt looked his way.
"Mmmmphle," the boy said, into his gag.
Matt glanced around the room and saw nothing amiss, and then
started walking over to his friend. His eyes took in his friend's
bound form. Daniel's arms were extended to each side with his
wrists knotted to the high bedposts. The boy was reclined against
the head board. He was also roped tightly at his ankles. Daniel's
cock was half-erect.
Matt crossed the room to the securely bound boy, feeling his
own cock stir in his jeans. "What happened to you?" he said. "I
know you didn't do this to yourself!" He reached for the gag in
his friend's mouth, and removed it.
"Taylor," Daniel said simply, a smile on his handsome face.
Matt grinned ruefully. "I shoulda known! Where is she?"
"In the bathroom, waitin' for you to get here!" Daniel turned
his head toward the apartment's restroom. "Taylor! Come on out
here, girl!"
Matt turned and looked toward the bathroom. The slender girl
appeared in the doorway, wearing just a cowboy hat and a pair of
cowboy boots. She grinned at the taller boy and her eyes twinkled
as she clumped her way across the loft.
Daniel twisted his head around to watch the girl's entrance.
When Taylor had left him tied to the bed posts, she had been
wearing a tee shirt, jeans, and the boots. He took in the cowboy
hat, the way her small, tidy breasts bobbed when she walked, and
the girl's curly tangle of pubic hair. His cock stiffened.
Matt watched the shapely girl walk across the floor toward
him, and he smiled at the sight of her. The boots were several
times too large for her, and her slender legs were lost inside of
them. Taylor had wrapped her hair up under the hat, and her pretty
face looked almost boyish.
Taylor's eyes were on Matt's chest and face. She liked the
way his nipples stood out on his massive pectorals, and the way his
stomach muscles corded about his front. She admired his masculine
figure, and the excellent tan he wore.
Matt glanced over at his friend. Daniel's interest in the
woman was highly obvious, and Matt chuckled. He turned to face the
girl.
"Well, Taylor," he said, "it looks like you're a cowgirl
tonight. I, uh, see that you done lassoed my partner."
Taylor came to a stop in front of Matt, her fists pressed
against the feminine flair of her hips. "That's right, Matt, and
'tweren't no trouble a'tall," she said, in an exaggerated western
twang. "And if YOU give me any trouble, I'll lasso you, too!"
Matt grinned broadly. "Why, that might be fun, Taylor."
"Careful what you wish for there, pardner," said the naked
girl, in her smokey voice. "You just might get branded!"
"Ohhh," said Matt, shivering, "I wouldn't want that!"
"Then you just better mind your manners!" Taylor turned and
clumped toward the bed. "Now Matt, you come over here and help me
with these here boots."
"Yes'm," said Matt, and he followed the girl.
Taylor sat on the edge of the bed. Daniel watched with
interest. Matt came to stand in front of the girl.
"Now, turn around, Matt, and pull these boots off me."
Obediently, Matt turned his back to the girl, and Taylor
nudged her booted foot up between his legs. She pressed her other
boot against his ass.
"Now pull!"
Matt grasped the leather boot and tugged. It slid easily
free. He had a glimpse of Taylor's red-painted toenails, and then
the girl was presenting her other foot. At her command, and with
her foot pressing against his ass cheek, he pulled it off.
Matt set the boots down by the bed, and turned again to face
the girl. Taylor was leaning back on her elbows, with her arms
just inches away from the bound legs of the captive Daniel.
"Wouldn't you like to slip out of those things?" she asked,
looking up at the tall boy.
"I reckon so, ma'am," Matt said.
"Then I'll help you," Taylor said, and she lithely rose from
the bed. She stopped for a moment and looked back toward Daniel.
"I don't reckon I'll be needing this, pardner," she said, taking
the hat from her head and placing it on the head of the captive
boy. "You watch it for me, you hear?"
Taylor stood in front of Matt, her head level with his chest.
"Ah, God," she said, "you're a big un, cowboy!" Her hands went to
his crotch, rubbing his cock through the denim jeans he wore.
Matt looked down at the smaller woman. He could feel his cock
begin to respond to the girl's caresses. He looked at his bound
friend on the bed, and Daniel winked at him under the brim of the
hat.
Taylor unbuckled Matt's belt and unsnapped his jeans. She
slid the zipper down and pushed the garment out of the way. Matt
wore cotton briefs, and Taylor could see the outline of his cock
and balls through the fabric. She grasped the briefs at his waist
line and pulled them off his slim hips.
Matt's cock, freed, spiraled lazily forward.
Taylor, as before, was immensely impressed by Matt's big cock.
It seemed huge and perfect to the girl. She looked at the network
of large veins that supported the organ, and she wanted to take it
into her mouth. Already, she was imagining the big organ filling
her lower tunnel, and thinking about it made her moist.
She sank to her knees, forgetting all about her cowgirl
persona. Matt watched as Taylor guided his semi-erect cock into
her mouth, and Taylor began to suck and nibble on his head. The
girl's efforts had a quick effect on the boy's tool, and it soon
began to swell. Within minutes it was erect, pointing outward
toward the face of the slender girl.
She worked the end of Matt's cock. The size of his head
nearly filled her entire mouth, and Taylor could feel his large
veins pulsate against her lips. She concentrated her actions at
the lower base of his corona, exciting the densely packed nerve
clusters there. She soon had Matt breathing heavily.
Taylor deliberately limited her motions to the end of Matt's
cock. She was determined to have the boy come inside of her, and
she did not want to squander a single drop of his cum until his
hard, throbbing shaft was within her moist folds.
Taylor felt a slickness of cool precum in her mouth, and she
knew that the boy was nearing the point of ejaculation, even with
her limiting his oral stimulation. She immediately released his
cock and withdrew her head from his crotch. Matt's erect member,
deprived of the girl's tender mouth, wavered angrily, thrusting
forward from Matt's groin like a prong.
"You're too much for me there, Matt," the girl said. "Why
don't you kick off those pants and come on over to the bed with
me?"
Matt felt a little bit disoriented. He had been experiencing
a steady progression that would lead to his exploding, and he
seemed somewhat dazed by the interruption. Numbly, he nodded at
the slender woman, and he shrugged out of his jeans and shorts,
leaving them pooled on the floor.
Taylor had crawled onto the bed, and she rested on one elbow,
waiting for the tall boy to join her. Daniel obligingly moved his
bound ankles to one side, making room on the bed for his two
friends.
Daniel had watched the shapely girl as she gave Matt the blow-
job, and his own cock was throbbingly erect. A drop of clear juice
glistened at his piss-hole.
Matt joined the girl and the captive on the bed. As he
climbed aboard, he glanced at the bound boy. He saw how Daniel had
his bound legs drawn up beside himself with his arms outstretched.
The position caused his torso to flex alluringly, and Matt thought
that Daniel looked his sexiest.
He turned his attention to the woman. Taylor pressed her
hands against Matt's hairy chest, pushing him down with his back
against the sheets. "For now," she said, "you just lay there. Let
me do all the work."
This seemed like a good enough plan to Matt, so he allowed the
slender girl to push him down. "Okay, Taylor," he said, "I'm yours
to do anything you want with me."
Taylor climbed up so that her legs straddled Matt's lower
chest. She grabbed Matt's wrists and pushed his arms out and onto
the bed sheet. For a moment, she remained there, her weight on his
torso and her hands holding his arms outward. She looked down at
her captured male, her lips only inches from his. She leaned down
and brushed her lips against Matt's, and then she pressed more
tightly against him in a deep kiss.
Matt, with his muscular body pinned beneath the lighter weight
woman, his thoughts enigmatic, responded to the woman's touch. He
pressed his own lips tightly against hers, and the two met in a
passionate, wet kiss.
After some time, Taylor pulled away from his lips. She
released Matt's wrists, but she patted his forearms firmly,
indicating that the boy should allow his arms to remain there. She
straightened slightly, and then she kissed the boy again, but
briefly. She shinnied down his torso so that her moist sex rested
against his throbbing cock, and she bent forward to nip lightly at
Matt's nipples.
Then Taylor remembered the bound boy. As much as she wanted
to feel Matt's large member buried deeply within her cunt, she
decided that she also wanted her smaller male friend to partici-
pate. "I'm gonna untie Danny now," she told Matt. "You just lay
there exactly as you are, cause I'll be right back."
She climbed off Matt's body and pivoted on her knees over to
Daniel. The captive Daniel grinned at her, his eyes twinkling
under the broad brim of the western hat.
Matt watched her progress, thinking that she and his friend
made a likely-looking couple, both of them slender and graceful,
and of a size. Briefly he considered the thought that he might
lose his friend to the slender woman, but then the thought occurred
to him that he had to acknowledge the difference between love and
possessiveness, and he had to trust his own feelings toward the
boy, and trust also that they were reciprocated. Of this, Matt was
confident, and he let the thought slip away as he simply enjoyed
watching his two slender friends.
Taylor had released one of Daniel's wrists, and she began
unknotting the rope around his ankles while Daniel untied the rope
at his other wrist. They both finished at the same time, and
Daniel's hands caught the slender girl's hips. Taylor brushed the
cowboy hat from Daniel's head. Daniel leaned forward, and the two
exchanged a kiss, while Matt watched lazily.
"Thanks, Taylor!" Daniel said. "I'm ready to be a part of
what you guys are doin.'"
"Wouldn't have it any other way. Wanna give me a hand with
your big buddy there?" She aimed a thumb over her shoulder, in the
general direction of the muscular boy, and then she turned to look
at him.
Matt had been left alone only for a moment, but he had
disobediently rolled onto his side. He had one fisted hand
supporting his head, and his other hand massaging his erect cock.
Matt's encircled member throbbed with his breathing and heartbeat,
and a thread of transparent fluid shimmered from his piss-slit.
Taylor glared at Matt in mock severeness, and Matt grinned
ruefully, which caused Daniel to chuckle at the pair.
"Well, folks," said Matt, "what did you expect? Don't I get
to watch?"
"Oh," said Taylor, "you get to do a lot more than just watch.
And seeing you on your side like that gives me an idea." She
looked at Daniel conspiratorially. "We could make an oreo cookie!"
"Yeah!" said Daniel. "And you could be the icing in the
middle!"
"Un-huh," said Taylor, nodding cutely. "I'm already creaming."
"Ohhhh," Matt groaned at Taylor's comment, but Daniel laughed.
Taylor laid down beside Matt, stretching her lean, shapely
body sinuously, like a cat. She placed her right hand under her
head, and her left hand went to Matt's fist, stilling his self-
massage.
"Wouldn't you rather let me wrap myself around that, Matt?"
Taylor asked, smiling at the muscular boy.
Matt grinned. "Well," he said, "you got me this far."
"And I can take you ALL the way. Just watch this." Taylor
wiggled closer to Matt, and she hitched a leg over his. Her head
was even with the taller boy's chin, and she burrowed her hand deep
between them. She grasped Matt's swollen member and guided it
upward between her thighs. The head of his shaft was slick with
Matt's juice, and she handled it carefully, snuggling it up into
her own juicy warmth.
Daniel watched the pair, eager for an opportunity to jump in.
Taylor's ass was like a beacon to him, its creamy-skinned expanse
filling his vision. His cock tingled as he gazed deeply between
her cheeks at her puckered, muscular ring. His mind echoed his
cock's throbbing desire, and he moved to the girl.
Taylor slipped downward on Matt's shaft, impaling herself on
its hardness. She locked her leg over Matt's and used it lever
herself down.
Matt felt himself sliding into the warm tunnel, and he looked
down at the slender girl. In an instant, he was enveloped in her
liquid warmth.
Daniel slipped an arm over Taylor's shapely flair of hip, and
moved himself into position at her ass.
Taylor concentrated on her movements as she pulled herself
upward. She locked her arms around Matt's neck. Matt responded by
thrusting his hips forward. Taylor pivoted on her lower hip and
her leg, and she let Matt control their movements.
Daniel was glad that Taylor became still, because he was
trying to line his own member up with the girl's asshole. When she
became relatively still, he pushed his cock head against her glory
hole. He had to push hard to overcome her resistance, and then his
cock slid past the muscular ring and deep into the bowels of
Taylor.
Taylor felt the pressure at her rear, and then a sudden
sensation that took her breath away as Daniel pushed his mass into
her. She felt an encompassing fullness between her legs, and the
sensation was incredible. In front, she had the reassuring and
comforting hardness in her cunt, and, in back, she had the fiery
presence of the other boy's hardness.
Slowly at first, and then with increasing strength, Matt began
thrusting himself into the girl. Taylor's moist tunnel enclosed
his flesh, milking the boy's cock in a soft, gentle manner.
Daniel, too, set up a rhythmic motion, but in the girl's other
orifice. This tighter ring clutched at him hotly as he thrust his
cock to its base in her steamy gut. Daniel thought that it was a
familiar sensation, very like the heat and snugness he always
experienced with his male friend. He braced a hand on her hip and
swiveled his hips back and forth, plunging deeply into the girl.
Matt began to feel the heat of their contact, and he gave
voice to the experience, moaning as he rocked back and forth. His
hands clutched at the slender woman's back, pressing the side of
her face against his. The two were breathing rapidly, and their
perspiration sizzled on their naked flesh where ever they touched.
Daniel concentrated on his own movements, keeping the rhythm
going as he plunged into and out of the hot depths. His own voice
was given to the effort, and he closed his eyes tightly.
Taylor was receiving a dual stimulation. Her moist cunt ached
deliciously, sending waves of cool sensation through her nervous
system, while her ass pounded hot sensation against her spine and
lower back.
Matt cried out loudly, and his back arched, sending his hard
member deep into the girl's folds. He recoiled quickly and thrust
again. His eyes, like Daniel's, were closed, and he leaned his
head back, so that his hot breath was at the girl's hairline.
Even in the depths of sensation, Taylor sensed that the larger
boy was about to come, and she used her strong arms and her leg
that she had draped over the boy to pull him close. Her breasts
flattened against Matt's chest.
The cool sensation that had formed in her cunt was flooding
her senses, overcoming even the fiery heat in her gut. Her body
tensed, and she rode the first wave of passion as it washed over
her.
Daniel, too, was near coming, and the sudden excited cries of
his friend provided the impetus to propel him to his own peak.
Matt's buttocks clinched, his breath exploded, and his cock
shot a hot load of cum deep into the girl's moist tunnel. A blast
of sensation struck the boy as this happened, and he gasped as his
nerves tingled fire.
Matt's powerful thrusts had repeatedly excited that secret
part of Taylor that empowered her sexual response, and her cunt
shot out emphatic beams of pure sensation that overcame the girl's
conscious control and carried her to the depths of ecstacy.
Daniel, too, was acting instinctively. His efforts had
carried him to the very brink of passion, and his own nerve-
enwrapped member started the chain reaction that took his breath,
clutched at his balls, and shot fire into his gut. He heaved in
gusty relief and shot a load of his own into the girl.
Matt cinched again, and shot another creamy pulse of milky
white cum into the girl.
Daniel shivered in his ecstacy, and his force regathered,
exploding once again into the girl.
Taylor was riding the crests of her own orgasm, and she yipped
her joy.
Matt felt the relief of great release, and he was left
panting. He loosened his hold on the girl, and only then did he
become aware of the excited cries of both Taylor and Daniel.
Daniel's ardor was weakening, but his body recoiled and was
able to marshal one more ejaculation. His hips thrust forward,
tightening his buttocks, and pressing his balls against the smooth
flesh of the girl. The last of his hot cum sputtered into the
girl's gut, and Daniel suddenly felt that a great pressure was
lifted from him. He breathed out in relief, and then he limply
relaxed to enjoy the tingling afterglow of his experience.
Matt, too, was experiencing the tingling aftershocks, and his
body shivered at the memory of his great passion.
Taylor was still experiencing her coming, as concentric waves
of electric sensation wrapped themselves around her. The power of
the waves began to lessen, and then to fade. In a short time, the
pleasure had fallen back in on itself, and Taylor sank down
quietly, panting, to earth, and again found herself pressed between
the hot bodies of the two boys.
Their hardness was still within her, and the three of them
were still for a time, quiet, each thinking their own thoughts.
Finally Matt stirred, and he gently disengaged himself from
the slender woman. Taylor smiled lazily at him, and Matt smiled
back.
Daniel rested his face on his shoulder for a short time, until
his breathing steadied, and then he realized that he was still
inside the woman. He shinnied downward and pulled his member out
of the girl. He felt the tightness clutch at his cock head as it
passed through the girl's muscular opening, and he marveled at it.
Taylor was finally free, and she fell onto her back, luxuri-
ously still after the fire of her passionate response. Daniel and
Matt found themselves face to face over the woman, and they
searched each other's faces.
Daniel thought that Matt looked like he had enjoyed his
experience with the girl, and Daniel could hardly wait to ask Matt
to describe what he had felt. Matt thought that Daniel looked
satisfied and relieved, and he realized that Daniel could not have
predicted how he would respond to the slender girl.
(Matt already knew what he would tell Daniel: it was just
friction. But in the back of his mind, he wondered.)
Taylor stirred, and she hooked a hand around each of the boys'
necks and pulled them close. "I'm a lucky girl," she said, "to
have the attentions of TWO handsome men at the same time. Wanna do
it again?"
Matt looked at the girl in disbelief, and Daniel laughed
aloud.
And so ends chapter 7 of A Bondage Story.