Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2003 09:24:53 EDT
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 4

Copyright 2003 SolCorazon. All rights reserved.
Disclaimer: If love and sex offend you, if you are under 18
and/or this is illegal in your area, don't read. This story
is copy written by me and may not be used without my
permission. All of the people in this story exist only in my
twisted dreams.

If you like this story, please let me know at SolCorazon (at) aol (dot) com


To JB. Your words move me. I miss you. I love you.


                       Enslaving David

                        By SolCorazon

                          Chapter 4


Sometimes it feels good to be this hard. Sometimes it feels
good to be on the edge like this. Cock engorged, hard as
granite, swollen, blood red and leaking.

Sometimes I could keep myself like this for days, playing
with someone, not letting myself ejaculate. Sometimes it
could be so intense that it would feel like I was having one
long continuous orgasm. I'd be flooded with endorphins from
the top of my head to the tip of my toes, dick suffused with
an endless flow of pleasure.

Tonight it was fucking torture. I had waited for too long. I
seriously wanted to hurt this boy and he was apparently
willing to let me. I hovered right on the edge. I looked
into his eyes and what I saw there toppled me over.

I grabbed his head with both hands and drove his face onto
my cock. He must have opened his mouth as wide as he could
on the way down because all I felt was moisture and heat as
my cock quickly sank to the back of his throat.

We both made the same sound, loud and hungry in the silence
of the room. I held his face to my crotch and he stayed
there obediently. The muscles in his throat were contracting
violently and wildly against the sensitive head of my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I was frozen with sensation. It felt like Christmas, Fourth
of July and New Years Eve all at once. Party over here. I
was fuckin screaming and barely aware of it. His fingers
were lightly tracing a trail of fire across my balls,
between my thighs and right up against my asshole. I yanked
his mouth off of me.


I looked at him. I was half crazed but a remnant of sanity
remained and it was trying to figure out what the hell was
going on, what the hell I was doing and what I was gonna do
next.

He licked his lips, sucking on them and tasting me again.
His eyes were heavy with desire and hunger, smoky grey, all
traces of blue gone. His thin lips were dark pink, wet and
swollen and his cock was sticking straight out in front of
him and leaking copiously.

I stuck my hand beneath it and collected a few sticky
strings. I raised the palm of my hand to my face and licked
it slowly, savoring his taste. His nostrils flared and he
shuddered.

"Again," I said.

He buried his face in my crotch, swallowing me in one go as
I collapsed back onto the couch. He kept his face there for
long moments and when he realized he was free to move, he
raised his head so just the tip of my cock was in his mouth
and grabbed the shaft in one hand.

He licked the head of my cock with tiny sweeps of his
tongue, dipping into the slit and drawing out my juice. He
sucked on the tip forcefully for a few seconds and then
renewed his tender explorations with his tongue. His tongue
traveled my cock delicately, lapping and licking at it
devotedly.

When I felt my balls tightening, I placed both my hands on
the side of his face and gently pushed him away. I held him
like that until I regained a semblance of control. His bones
felt small and fragile beneath my hands. I had a sudden,
terrifying awareness of how much he must trust me.

I let go and as soon as I released him he rubbed his face
against my cock, down into my groin, across my balls and
beneath. I could hear him inhaling deeply as he attempted to
burrow into my flesh. Every time he exhaled he groaned
softly and luxuriously. Gradually, I became aware that he
was saying something.

"What?" I asked.

When he didn't answer, I put my hand between his mouth and
my skin. He looked up at me; his eyes were so dazed that I
could tell he was barely there. I realized that he wasn't
aware that he had said anything.

"What did you say?" I asked.

Cognizance returned slowly. His face flushed and he said,
"So good, you smell so good."

I don't what it was about what he said that turned me into a
rabid dog. I thought I was gonna cum right there, just like
that. The feeling passed just as quickly as it arrived. I
roughly pushed him onto the floor onto his back.

I straddled his face and shoved my cock into his open,
waiting mouth. I fucked his face mindlessly. I was flying. I
really didn't feel the blistering heat of his glorious mouth
on my cock or the friction of his mouth moving up and down
on my dick as he moved his head, meeting my thrusts
repeatedly.

I was vaguely aware of him attempting to wrestle his arms
from beneath my legs. I dimly heard him grunting like a wild
boar as he tried to devour my dick. I was crying out,
calling his name over and over again. I was out of my
fucking mind.

I was beyond feeling, beyond conscious awareness of
anything. I just was. I didn't cum. I broke apart. Pieces of
me, everywhere. Unimaginable pleasure. Excruciating pain.

When I returned, he was there waiting. My head was in his
lap and he was stroking my hair. I had been so high, I knew
what was coming next; I had crashed before.

What goes up must come down. I knew that, I knew that.
That's why I had learned to be so careful about how I played
and who I played with. Delving beneath the layers of my
psyche is not a fun experience. Something intense like this
brings up all my shit. I knew this one was gonna be bad.

He stood up and my heart shriveled in my chest. Instead of
getting dressed, he headed for my kitchen. I wasn't sure how
he knew where it was but I sure as hell was glad he wasn't
leaving me.

He came back with a glass of water. He sat down on the couch
and watched as I slurped it down my parched throat.

"I'm not leaving you," he announced.

I honestly didn't know what to say to that.

"I'm cold," he said.

I eyed his naked form silently then walked into my bedroom
and grabbed a comforter. I know it's crazy but no one gets
into my bedroom. And I especially would not be able to bear
having someone in there tonight. Even him. Especially him.

We slept on the couch, snuggled together beneath the
comforter. Somehow, his presence leached away the pain and
all that was left was fatigue and peace.
Nothing was ever gonna be the same.