Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 15:58:28 EDT
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 8

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                       Enslaving David

                        By SolCorazon


Chapter 8


As soon as we entered my apartment, I ordered Kevin to
strip. When he stood naked in front of me, I said, "Whenever
you enter my home, I want you to kneel down in front of me,
kiss my feet, and thank me for allowing you to be here."

Damn that was corny. It was the first time I had ever said
something like that to someone. The words just fell out of
my mouth. I could tell that it really got to him and it
absofuckinlutely worked on me too.

"Yes, Sss..." he stopped himself before he could finish
saying Sir.

Having a sub call me Sir always seemed so silly. Especially
when it was some guy I'd picked up from the bar. Sometimes
when I played at the dungeon, I didn't mind. It seemed more
authentic there for some reason.

Having Kevin call me Sir didn't seem so silly now but it
felt like if I allowed him to do so, it would take us
somewhere I wasn't sure we should be going. I'm confusing my
damn self. Is it a game? Or not?

I took a deep breath, grabbed him by the hand and led him to
my bedroom. He looked around curiously. He'd never been in
here before. Actually, no one had been in my bedroom before.
Kevin was the first in a lot of different ways. I stood him
in the center of the room and walked over to the closet.

I said before that testosterone is my drug of choice;
adrenaline runs a close second. My adrenaline is controlled
by a hair trigger; doesn't take much to set me off. It had
started flowing as soon as Kevin had started to obediently
remove his clothing.

When I opened the closet door, reached in and removed
several lengths of rope, the beast within stood up and
howled. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Icy
fingers crept up my spine and chills spread outwards. My
cock was beyond hard; it was aching, swollen, pulsating in
rhythm with the rapid hammering of my heart. I had an almost
sick feeling of anticipation in my stomach.

I stood in front of Kevin and draped a length of royal blue
rope around his neck so that both sides of it were hanging
on each side of his body. His eyes were lowered and he was
trembling slightly. There was a fine sheen of perspiration
glistening on his ivory skin.

I lifted his chin and gazed into his eyes. They were grey
and hazy as a morning mist; his eye color changed with his
emotions. For a fleeting moment, I had an urge to just throw
him down, right there and fuck him. He knew. I could see it
in his eyes.

He just stood there, willingly, waiting to see what I would
do. His slight physical stature in no way represented his
inner strength. I'd never been with anyone with his ability
to surrender. Those two qualities may seem paradoxical but
to me, only someone who has the type of inner strength that
Kevin does can truly submit. I was intoxicated by his
acquiescence. He was unlike anyone I'd ever played with
before.

Once I was sure I had the length I wanted, I cut the excess
off and finished the ends of the rope with duct tape the
same color as the rope. I tied a loose knot around his neck,
fixing it so that it wouldn't turn into a noose. I am not a
rope master by any means, but I appreciate the art. There is
something about the time it takes and the attention to
detail required when binding someone with rope that inflames
me.

I stroked and pet Kevin as I entwined him with rope. He
stared at me intently as I worked. Every now and then, I'd
brush my lips against his. I tied knots and layered the rope
around his upper torso until it was wrapped around him in an
intricate design.

When I was done, I laid him on the bed so that his arms and
legs were stretched out. I grabbed several more lengths of
rope, braided and hooked them together and then tied him to
the bed, maintaining enough slack in the rope so that I
could reposition him as I desired.

When I finished, I stood at the foot of the bed and looked
down at him. I watched as he tested the ropes. He could move
but he would not be getting up until I released him. I
smiled slowly.

He didn't smile back. Maybe he could read my mind. Inside of
me there was a little kid jumping up and down and shouting,
`mine, mine, mine, all mine.' He was shaking a little with
nerves or desire, I wasn't sure which; probably both.

His cock was rock hard. He was dripping so much precum that
already there was a small puddle of the sticky fluid pooling
on his abdomen beneath the head. The skin on his glans was
taut, slick with juice and dark pink. His cock was jerking
and twitching.

I leaned over and licked the sole of his foot from top to
bottom. He jerked his foot away in involuntary response.

"Don't move," I ordered.

He bit his lip and nodded his head. I leaned forward and
licked the bottom of his other foot. He whimpered softly but
he did not move. I took my clothes off as I licked and
sucked on his feet, throwing them haphazardly on the floor.
I was engrossed in the taste of Kevin in my mouth, the feel
of his flesh against my tongue.

Sometimes, when it's been awhile, my mouth will start
watering for the taste of cock in my mouth. I fantasize
about it, long for it, go crazy with wanting it. This was so
much more than taking some trick home and satiating a
transient hunger.

Now, I explored Kevin's body at my leisure. His skin tasted
like berries and cream: rich, velvety soft and unbelievably
sweet. I moved across his body, languorously consuming his
flesh, hypnotized by the delicious, savory taste.

His skin was covered with sweat and he was tugging against
the rope. I realized that he was struggling not to cum. He
was whimpering softly; like a puppy scratching at the door,
begging to go out and play.

He hadn't asked me if he could cum. He was still puzzling me
out. Not asking what the boundaries were, just letting
things play out.

I could tell he had played this game before. So had I. I
wondered if it was different for him now, like it was for
me.

I rubbed my face over all over his skin, taking my time,
reveling in sensation. His arms and legs were covered with a
fine, soft, almost invisible layer of golden red hair. I
nuzzled against his nut sac, lifting his balls gently with
my nose and then just lay there, sniffing him, glorying in
his smell.

I took the very sensitive area of skin beneath his balls
into my mouth and sucked delicately, tasting his sweat and
musk. I held the skin in my mouth and started to nibble on
it, very, very gently.

Kevin's body contracted violently and I could hear him
grinding his teeth. I let go of that tiny bit of flesh, then
opened my mouth as wide as I could and covered as much of
his balls as would fit. I sucked on them for endless moments
and when I could wait no longer, I slid my starving mouth
onto the slick head of his penis.

Ohhhhhh. A bolt of pleasure seared through my cock and
spread outwards. He tasted...so, so, so good. I grasped
myself, stroking slowly, humping into my fingers.

I moved his cock in and out of my mouth, sucking him to the
back of my throat, keeping him there, enjoying the way his
entire cock filled my mouth and bumped up against my
tonsils. Then I'd pull up and tap on the tip of his penis
repeatedly with my tongue, teasing the slit. His body was
rigid, every muscle tense and when I looked up at him, I saw
that his eyes were clenched shut.

He was maintaining though. He was doing everything I asked
him to do. And I had him helpless. At my mercy.

"Kevin," I said.

He swallowed and then answered hoarsely,

"Yes?"

"Open your eyes."



His eyelids fluttered and then lifted almost
reluctantly. I grabbed the shaft of his cock
with one hand and squeezed one of his nipples
with the other. He blinked rapidly but kept
his eyes on mine. He was biting his lip so
hard I wouldn't have been surprised if he had
drawn blood.


His fists were clenched and the rope was
stretched as far as it would go. He released
another burst of precum, thick and salty sweet.
I lapped it up and swallowed it eagerly as he
watched me. He pulled against the ropes.


"Are you ready for me, Kevin?" I asked.


"Yes," he said. "Yes, yes, yes," he groaned,
stretching his long legs outwards and arching
his back.


I moved my face between his thighs once more. I
spread his ass cheeks with my thumbs and then I
licked at the lips of his anus, rubbing the flat
of my tongue across the surface. I licked and
sucked at his sweet, puckered rosebud,
corkscrewing my tongue past the fine, sensitive
wrinkled skin and thrusting inside over and over
again.


So good.


Kevin screamed hoarsely. The sound galvanized me
into moving faster than I thought possible. I
fucked into him with one long, hard, devastating
thrust, feeling his fiery hot, silken insides
melt and open up to me. I held myself there
against him.


God. He was so fuckin hot, so fuckin tight, so
fuckin wet. I couldn't pull back. I had to stay
there enveloped in the center of him, surrounded
by the scent of him, the feel of him.


Kevin.


I grabbed his hips and fucked into him.
Ruthlessly. Relentlessly.


I lay down on top of him and worked my hips
against him violently. He met my thrusts with a
matching ferocity. We were both breathing hard
and dripping sweat.


"David, please kiss me," he begged.


I pressed my lips against his. He bit and sucked
at my lips and then roughly thrust his tongue
into my mouth. I groaned and opened my mouth
wider, accepting the invasion. I was sinking
into him, enveloped inside of him, losing
myself.


There was a little slack in the rope but not
enough for Kevin to wrap his arms and legs
around me. He was fighting against the rope in a
futile effort to do so and sobbing with
frustration when he realized he couldn't. It
took me awhile to realize what he was trying to
do.


At first, I thought something was wrong. I
stopped moving and held myself still. I looked
down at him and we stared at each other in
silence. I hadn't realized how close I was to
cumming.

I closed my eyes and struggled for control. When
I opened my eyes again, his eyes held an
unspoken plea. I finally figured out what he
wanted. I knew he would never ask me to untie
him.


I released a couple of knots and increased the
slack of the rope. He wrapped his legs around
me. I suddenly became aware again that I had
Kevin, yeah, Kevin in my bedroom, tied to my
bed. And I was fucking him.

I looked down at him, seeing how the royal blue
of the rope harness contrasted with his fair
skin and fine red gold hairs on his upper body.
He was tied to my bed, totally restrained and
couldn't move unless I allowed him to. He
couldn't get away until I released him. And he
wanted this.

His narrow face was slack with need and want.
His cock was like a thick slab of granite, lying
hard on his abdomen, trapped between us. He was
searching my eyes, his gaze intense and
penetrating, trying to figure me out, like he
always does. I think he could tell that the top
of my head was about to blow off. He kept still.

Then he said huskily, "Yours."

Goddamn.

My entire world just fuckin exploded. A surge of
adrenaline sped through my body and in seconds I
was as reckless and out of control as a runaway
train. I dropped down onto him immediately,
groaning when our chests met, burying my face in
his neck. He wrapped me in his arms and legs so
fiercely that I could barely move. I ground
myself into him, pinning him under me, drilling
him into him as if I could merge us together if
I got deep enough.

I hit bottom and stayed there. It was piercingly
sweet. Unbearably so. Sunken into the blazing
depths of Kevin, wrapped inside of him, light
and heat and joy. I was cumming so hard that I
thought I would never stop.

He went crazy with me. He was holding me
impossibly tighter. I couldn't breathe. I felt
his cock vibrating and shooting against me and
the warm liquid spill against my stomach as his
cum squirted out.

I don't know where you go when something like
that happens. I don't think the two of us were
in that room any longer. There was a blue haze
covering everything except Kevin. I could see
him everywhere.

I don't know if my eyes were closed or not. All
I know is that my entire universe consisted of
Kevin, living him, breathing him and there was
nothing else.