Date: Sun, 13 Nov 2005 21:14:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Paula Gallagher <beowulf5763@yahoo.com>
Subject: Gabrielle

Gabrielle's first sensation upon awakening was of the
chill air against his bare skin.  The harness circled
his torso with four straps of wide, heavy, black
leather.  Cuffs of the same leather circled each arm
and leg at regular intervals.  There was even one
collaring his neck.  They were all connected to
similar straps that ran the length of his torso, arms,
and legs.  Every few inches there was a metal loop
riveted to the leather, and these were used to clip
him to the frame on which his naked body was poised.
His head was covered with a soft, close fitting
leather hood that attached to the collar.   The hood
was too tight to breath, and his air was supplied by
cannulae which pierced the hood at his nostrils.   The
frame on which he was mounted was suspended by cables
from pulleys and hooks in the ceiling.  No light
penetrated the hood, and barely any sound.  He could
hear only muffled, indistinguishable speech from the
group of men standing around him.

His erection was unexpectedly large for one so young.
Its magnificence was appreciated by the viewers.  The
leader of the group stroked Gabrielle's penis twice
with his crop and then swiped the underside.
Gabrielle quivered like a plucked bow string.  The man
gently blew at the tip of Gabrielle's penis.  Then he
rapidly cracked the crop against alternate sides of
Gabrielle's pretty round ass, but in an uneven rhythm
leaving Gabrielle to anticipate the next stroke.  With
each crack, Gabrielle involuntarily thrust his hips,
humping the yielding air with his hungry cock.  The
man stopped, but before Gabrielle could anticipate
what might come next, the man gave a hard up-stroke of
the crop against Gabrielle's tight scrotum.  Even
through the hood Gabrielle's sharp gasp was audible to
the group.

The man began to suck on Gabrielle's right nipple and
massaged his left one.  Gabrielle continued to hump
the air.  Then the man released the nipple from his
mouth and quickly placed a serrated clamp on it.  The
spring pushed the steel teeth deep into the tender
flesh.  Hanging from the clamp was a chain with a
weight swinging from the end.  The man continued to
gently massage the other tit with his fore finger and
thumb.  With his other hand, the man set the weight
swinging on the right tit.

Then the man circled the top of Gabrielle's scrotum
with his fore finger and thumb and gently massaged the
balls in his palm.  Gradually his hand tightened
around the balls until he was squeezing and pulling
them painfully.  The warmth of his hand and his pull
slowly stretched the ball sack as he squeezed the
balls against the bottom of the sack.  Then he deftly
attached a cunning little harness to Gabrielle`s
jewels.  A wide strap around the base of his cock
lifter the balls and pushed them forward.  Another
strap around the top of the ball sack kept the balls
pushed low in the sack.  Two small straps crossed
between the balls separating and squeezing them
tightly in their pretty pink sack.

Gabrielle felt a dull ache in his balls and was aware
of the difference in the quality of the ache in each
one.  The man gently touched and stroked each ball in
turn accentuating the different sensations in each.
He slowly traced the seam along the underside of
Gabrielle's hard cock from sack to tip, and then
around the ridge of the crown.  Gabrielle thrust
toward the touch, hungry for more, desperate for
release from his building lust.  But the finger pulled
away from his longing, and before the disappointment
could resolve into fear of what would come next, there
were two smart smacks of the crop, one on each
beautifully framed ball.

The man's attention returned to Gabrielle's tits.  He
tugged on the chain, which bit into the right nipple,
and he continued to massage the left one.  Then he
suckled the left one, pulling it into his mouth and
began nipping it with is front teeth.  Gradually he
increased the intensity of his bites, pulling and
twisting at the sensitive flesh, stretching it inches
from Gabrielle's rippling chest.

As the man chewed on the left tit and jerked the chain
attached to the right one, Gabrielle felt focused pain
more intense than any thing he had ever known.   He
could not feel the pain of both nipples at the same
time.  It seemed to instantly leap from one to the
other,  and became  more intense with each leap.
Intense as it was, it seemed external to himself.
Rather, it seemed to be a switch that activated his
being.  His whole being became concentrated in his
raging cock.  Any sensation transferred to the hard,
hungry, demanding cock.  The cock was all there was,
nothing else mattered.  It thrust and churned the air
probing for any contact.  Gabrielle broke into a sweat
in the chill air.  The leather hood became soaked in
his sweat and sucked at his face.  The rolled sweat
down his chest.

The man released the abused nipple from his teeth and
wiped his palms across Gabrielle's dripping chest and
stomach.  Then he placed both hands on Gabrielle's
throbbing cock.  With one sweat slicked hand, he
rhythmically squeezed the bottom of the cock, and with
the other he pumped the shaft all the way to the tip.
Deep in his subconscious, Gabrielle know that this
ecstasy would be brief, and that the pain that
followed would be worse than anything that preceded.
But it didn't matter.  This ecstasy was all that was
important.  It was all that mattered.  It was the sole
reason for being.  It was brief.  Just as Gabrielle
felt that he was about to explode with pleasure, the
hands where withdrawn.   The frustrated cock stabbed
at the air searching for its satisfaction.

A small part of Gabrielle's brain, still capable of
reflection, saw the blessing conferred by the
withdrawal of the hand.  The exquisite torment would
not end.  The ecstasy would continue.  The crop found
another spot Gabrielle wouldn't even have guessed
could thrill him.  With a sharp snap it struck the
small spot between the base of his cock and his ass
hole.  Gabrielle leaped in his bonds and screamed
through his hood.  The sweet finger tips of his
tormenter reached under his balls and gently massaged
the still burning spot, while his other hand gentled
the balls in their harness,  lifting, proding, and
bouncing them.  He began to press harder on the spot,
and Gabrielle pressed back.  This was a new sensation
to Gabrielle.  This spot was almost as good as
squeezing his cock.  He felt that this could bring him
to ecstasy without a touch to his cock.

The man unsnapped the straps separating Gabrielle's
balls.  Then he put a stiff leather collar around the
ball sack.  Attached to the collar were three chained
which together suspended a weight.  Gabrielle's
instinct to hump the air was constrained by the weight
swinging from his balls.  The weight tugged at his
balls on every swing, threatening to pull his cock out
by its root.

The man put a hand on each cheek of Gabrielle's ass
and separated them like he was breaking open a melon.
The cool air caressed Gabrielle's hot ass hole.  It
quivered and gleamed like a rose bud waiting to be
plucked.  The man touched the puckered bud, and it
spasmmed.  He tentatively probed it with his tongue.
Then he slipped a finger in and slowly sawed it in and
out.  He twisted and flexed the finger stretching the
clinging hole enough to fit a second finger in.
Gabrielle had never been penetrated.  But all his
resistance melted.  The man put two thumbs into
Gabrielle and stretched the hole.  Gabrielle screamed
into the hood.

The thumbs rotated and loosened Gabrielle, and he
relaxed.  The head of the man's cock pushed against
the flared hole, and Gabrielle tried to pull it into
him.  But the man was in no hurry.  He pulled back and
teased the ass lips with his cock head.  Then he
pushed just the head into Gabrielle.  Gabrielle felt
the head push past his sphincter and he grabbed it
tight in the ringed muscle.  The man let him squeeze
it until the sphincter got tired, and then he pushed
the next inch into Gabrielle's tight ass.  As the
thicker part of the shaft entered him, Gabrielle
quivered with delight.  The man held his depth for
almost a minute while Gabrielle tried to push back
onto the hot shaft invading his gut.  Then the man
started a long slow trust all the way in.  Gabrielle
twisted and pulled away trying to slow the assault.
As the cock penetrated to the last inch, Gabrielle
felt the pressure of its head against his joy button.
Nothing that he'd ever done with his cock prepared him
for the sensation.

A new world opened to him.  With long fast thrusts,
the man bumped his prost again and again.  Each touch
brought him almost to the brink.  Then the man jammed
in a stayed in, grinding against the magic spot.
Gabrielle felt the eminent end to the journey.  With
nothing touching his raging cock, it leaped and shoot,
over and over, coming without end.  And the spasms in
his tight ass clinched the man's cock and forced it to
shot in synchrony with Gabrielle.