Date: Sat, 04 Jun 2011 23:27:17 -0400
From: spider3x3.excite <spider3x3@excite.com>
Subject: SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE 4
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SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE
CHAPTER 4
A few days later Walt called, and we got together. He wanted
to do the slave bit, but for some reason I wasn't really into it
that night, and he respected that. So instead he put a gay porno
flick in the VCR. We got naked, and he sat towards one end of the
couch while I lay down lengthwise, with my legs across his lap. He
played with my legs and crotch while we watched the action in the
film. At one point, when one of the guys in the film was getting
fucked, I rolled over on my side and Walt played with my ass and
my asshole. Sometime I wanted to try that, but he didn't push me.
Then we got it on. It was fun, and it was good, but it wasn't as
intense as it was when I was tied up. I wondered what that meant.
Then we sat around and had a few beers, and just talked. He
told me about his work and things he was into -- hunting, camping,
sports, music, and the like. He was quite a bit older than me, and
I didn't go for his taste in music -- barbershop quartets, for God's
sake! But outside of that, it sounded like there were several
interests we had in common.
I told him a little more about myself -- my family, some jobs
I'd had, my kids, and places I'd lived. I'd been all over the
country. I told him about stripping in a gay bar in Washington,
D.C., and he suggested we should go down there some weekend. I
thought that could be fun, but I didn't commit to anything. I also
gave him my own phone number so he could call me directly. I just
hoped I wouldn't regret that.
Then he told me about a previous lover of his -- a young man
who had lived with him off and on for 5 years. They got into the
slave games sometimes, too, but that was quite a while ago. He
hinted that he was looking for a new permanent relationship; but I
didn't encourage him, since I wasn't -- I liked things just the way
they were.
It was really a great evening together. I thought about
offering to spend the night with him, since we weren't doing the
leather scene; but for some reason I chickened out and eventually he
took me home. Still, the next day he took me to the mall and bought
new sneakers for me.
Since we seemed to get along pretty well, I started seeing him
regularly -- a couple times a week. Sometimes it was vanilla-type
sex, and sometimes there was no sex at all-- we just played pool, or
went to the State Park, or something.
And sometimes we did the leather scene, with me tied up and him
working on my body. He used the strap on me a couple times, too,
but he was careful with it so it didn't hurt too bad -- and it was a
fantastic orgasm!! But he sure had a wild imagination.
I didn't think he was seeing anyone else, and neither was I --
except my girlfriend, of course. One time she noticed some pink
marks on my ass, but I just told her it was some kind of rash.
CHAPTER 5
Then one day he called and invited me up to have dinner. He
picked me up about 6 and we went up to the house. He let me drive
his car -- the Mustang with the V8 engine and the 5-speed
transmission. Great fun!
He cooked steaks on the grill and we had a good meal -- the
best I'd had in a long time. Then we sat on the couch and watched
TV. He reached over and held my hand for a while, and I didn't
mind.
But finally he clicked the TV off and put his hand on my
thigh. "It's leather night, Larry."
I looked at him and smiled -- I knew it was due. But I'd been
thinking about it and fantasizing about it for several days, so I
was ready. "Yes, Sir."
"Do you remember the slave oath you took a few weeks ago?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Can you repeat it?"
I thought a minute. "No, Sir. At least, I don't think so."
So he told it to me again. "You understand that it applies
every time we play the game."
"Yes, Sir."
"I haven't been too fussy about it before, since you were just
learning. But tonight I'm going to be quite strict about it. Every
time I give you an order, you don't hesitate, you don't ask
questions, you just do it. And you do exactly what I tell you -- no
more and no less. Otherwise you get punished. Understand?"
I thought about that for a minute. "What kind of punishment
do you mean, Sir?"
He laughed. "I'm not going to tell you! That's part of the
game -- you don't know what's going to happen. But I'm aware that
you're still new at the game, so it won't be too rough."
I smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Sir." I was pretty sure
now that I could trust him, so I wasn't too worried. Besides,
my dick told me that I was ready for whatever he wanted to dish
out.
"Okay, slave, the game starts right now. Stand up here and
take your clothes off."
"Yes, Sir." I stood up quickly and slipped my sneakers and
socks off. Then my jeans and shirt came off and I dropped them on a
chair. Finally I peeled my bikini shorts off and stood there naked
in front of him. My cock was already half-hard, just anticipating
what was going to happen, and I had to resist the temptation to
cover my crotch with my hands -- I knew he wouldn't like that.
"Stand up straight! Hands behind your head!"
I stiffened up to attention and placed my hands behind my head,
and then pulled my elbows back to tighten the muscles. He stood up
and moved over in front of me. "Spread those legs!" I took a quick
step to the side with one foot. He looked down my body to my dick,
which was standing out rigidly in front of me. "How come you have a
hard-on, slave? I didn't tell you to do that!"
I looked down but I knew how hard it was, and I smiled. "Hey,
man, that's what this scene does to me."
He grabbed me quickly and spun me around, and struck my ass
cheeks with his hand. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I almost
stumbled forward -- he hit hard, and it hurt! He turned me back to
face him. "Sir! You didn't say `Sir'. Every time you say anything,
you say `Sir'."
I just looked at him. "Yes, Sir." He should have told me
before. But I came to attention again with my hands still behind
my head -- and my cock was now stiff as a board!
He moved slowly around me, inspecting my body, and I tried to
keep the muscles tight for him. He ran his hand down my back and
fondled my ass cheeks, and then slid a finger down the crack and
over my asshole. Then he came back in front of me, and reached up
and took my left nipple in his fingers. He squeezed it a little.
"Does that hurt, slave?"
My chest squirmed briefly, but I replied, "No, Sir. It feels
good."
But then he twisted the nipple harshly and pulled it away from
my chest. "UUUHHHNNNN!!" I couldn't help myself -- that did hurt!
His hand slid down across my stomach and caressed my balls,
and then grasped my solid prick and squeezed, hard. "That's a nice
dick, slave."
"Thank you, Sir."
But finally he stepped back. "Now, I want you to go upstairs
and make yourself ready for me. Do you remember what that means?"
I thought for a minute about our last leather session, and then
answered, "Yes, Sir."
"Good. The leather is ready on the bed. Go."
"Yes, Sir." I lowered my arms and walked away, my hard dick
bouncing in front of me. I went up to the bedroom and the cuffs
were laying there, just as he said. So I sat on the bed and put
them on my wrists and ankles. At the same time my mind was
spinning. What was he going to do to me? Did I really want this?
Was I going to be punished, and if so, how? But my cock stayed hard
-- I wanted him to tie me up and rape me, and do what he wanted with
my body. That was crazy! But my heart beat faster. I fastened the
collar around my neck and then lay back on the bed and waited for him.
It was several minutes before I heard him coming up the stairs, and my
dick was no longer completely hard.
I watched as he came over to the bed and looked down at me.
"Spread those arms and legs! You're supposed to be spread-eagled!"
Shit! I had forgotten that part, and I quickly moved to obey him.
"Wider! Spread those legs wider!" I managed to get them a little
farther apart, but I could feel the tension in my thighs. He stood
there and looked right at my crotch, and my dick was getting hard
again. "That's the way you do it, slave. When I tell you to spread
your legs, I want them as far apart as you can get them, so I have
free access to your cock and balls."
"Yes, Sir." It looked like this could be harder than I
thought.
"You did it wrong, so you'll have to pay." Shit!
He sat on the bed beside me and ran his hand across my chest.
He played with one nipple, squeezing it and tugging at it, and then
did the same with the other one. His hand moved down to my crotch
and ran through the hair, down my inner thigh and back up to my
balls, and then he stroked my prick till it was hard and hot. He
slowly pushed it downward between my legs, till the head was resting
on the bed. Then he let go -- and it sprang up and slapped against
my stomach! "HHMMMmmmm. That feels good, Sir."
He slapped my stomach lightly. "Stand up." I did, and he led
me around to the foot of the bed. He had me get down on my knees
and lay forward on the bed. Then he took some pieces of rope and
tied my hands spread wide and tight, to the far corners of the bed.
I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him go back
downstairs, then come up into the bathroom, and then come back to
the foot of the bed. His hands caressed my ass ckeeks, and he
spread them wide and slid a finger down the crack, over my asshole.
Then I felt something warm and wet wiped around my asshole. I
wondered what the hell he was doing. Then I heard a hiss, and he
was smearing something into the crack.
"What are you doing, Sir?"
"Quiet, slave. Don't ask questions." Then I felt something scraping
alongside my asshole, and I realized he was shaving it! I struggled
and started to object, but then I stopped and thought -- if I
complained, I knew he was liable to get pissed -- and maybe punish
me for it. And I guess I didn't particularly mind what he was
doing, since I really liked having it shaved. So I just lay there
while he shaved the crack of my ass. From the way he tugged and
scraped at it, I knew he was really cleaning all around my asshole.
Finally he rinsed it off and wiped it with a towel. "There,
slave. That looks better."
"Thank you, Sir. I like it that way, too." I figured that
ought to make him happy.
Then he stood up and untied my wrists. "Turn over, slave." I
obeyed, and lay there on my back with my ass still at the edge of
the bed, and he re-tied my wrists. I wondered what he would do
next, and hoped it wasn't what I was afraid it would be! My legs
were off the bed with my feet resting on the floor. He tied my
calves spread wide, and then got down on his knees between my legs.
I raised my head and watched, and he took a washcloth and soaked up
the hair around my cock and balls!
I pulled at the ropes and tried to swing my hips away from him
-- but I couldn't move very much. "Hey! Don't do that! ...
Please, Sir! Don't shave it there!!!"
He looked up at me briefly. "Keep talking, slave, and you'll
just get more punishment. You don't have any say in what happens.
And you'd better hold still so you don't get cut." I flopped my
head back onto the bed and tugged at the ropes, but it didn't do any
good. Shit!!! I didn't know what to do! He lathered up my balls,
and then I felt him tugging at the skin and the razor scraping over
them. He shaved all over my balls and got all the way down between
my legs, to the crack of my ass. But I noticed that my cock enjoyed
the feeling -- it got slicked up from the shaving cream as he worked
around it. I was sure he noticed that, too. God!! I didn't want
him to shave it all off around my cock. How would I explain that to
my girl friend???
Then he put more shaving cream on my stomach, all around my
cock! Fuck!!! I didn't want that!! I struggled a little, but I
knew it wouldn't do any good to complain, and I couldn't stop him.
The razor scraped down along one side of my dick onto the thigh, and
then down the other side. And then he shaved the happy trail from my
belly-button down towards my cock. But then he rinsed it all off and
wiped it dry with the towel, so I looked down at my dick. Thank God!!!
He didn't take it all off! He just shaved it up both sides and across
my stomach, and used a scissors to trim my bush back. So the hair was
just sort fo a moustache on top of my cock. What a relief that was!
"Thank you, Sir, for not taking it all off."
He just smiled, and picked up all the shaving stuff and put it
in the bathroom. When he came back, he reached down and caressed
the smooth skin on my balls. "There, slave. That's much nicer --
and much sexier."
"Yes, Sir. I know." My dick liked it, too.
So he got down on his knees and started licking my balls. Then
he worked his tongue down one thigh ... up between my legs ... on
the other thigh. Then he came back to my balls, and with a little
effort he got them both in his mouth, and his tongue swirled
around them. "HHHMMMmmnnnnn!" It felt great -- so hot and slick
and wet! With the hair gone, I could really feel the heat and the
roughness of his tongue on my tender skin.
Then he moved up and dove down onto my throbbing cock -- he
took it all, in one quick gulp. And he sucked it good for a couple
minutes, and then pulled off.
He untied me, and I stood up and shook my arms and legs, to
loosen them up. Then he clipped my wrists together in front of me
and told me, "Now take my clothes off, slave." I obeyed -- his shoes
and socks, shirt and jeans, and put them on the chair. He still had
his undershorts on but I looked at him, remembering the other times.
He smiled, "You know how to take them off."
"Yes, Sir." I sank to my knees in front of him and took them
off with my teeth, the way I did before -- apparently he really
liked me doing that. I dropped them on the chair and moved back
to face him, still on my knees. I looked at his fat dick, which
had started to fill out, and my mouth watered as I thought about how
that would feel and taste when I got it in my mouth. I licked my
lips -- I really wanted it! But I knew I shouldn't take it until he
told me to. He ran a hand through my hair and watched as I gazed at
his lengthening cock -- a long time. The fucker was teasing me! But
there was nothing I could do, so I just stared at his fat dick. I
studied the pink head and the slit, and the full shaft, and I could
almost see the blood pulsing in the dark veins.
Finally he said, "Tell me, slave."
That prick! I knew what he wanted. "Please let me suck your
cock, Sir."
"Kiss it first."
I did, right on the head, several times. "Now open your
mouth." I positioned my mouth right on the tip and opened it wide,
and he grabbed my head and shoved that fat cock into me -- hard! As
far as it would go! And he raped my mouth roughly! "BAM! BAM!
BAM! BAM!" Every stroke hit against the back of my throat, but my
hot cock throbbed -- that's what I was here for! "BAM! BAM!
BAM! BAM!" I almost gagged, but I just wanted more!
When he stopped thrusting, I started sucking it. I wrapped my
lips around it tight and stroked it -- in and out -- in and out --
in and out -- and I opened my throat and took as much as I could.
My bound hands were in front of me, so I lifted them up and played
with his balls while I worked on that steaming prick.
He finally pushed my head away. "You do that real good,
slave -- a lot better than you did the first time."
I smiled. "Thank you, Sir. You showed me how."
"Now stand up." I obeyed, and he took me over in front of the
mirror. I looked briefly at my image in the mirror -- my hard body,
with the cuffs and collar, and my big erect cock, with that moustache
of hair above it. I tightened my stomach to make the muscles ripple,
and he watched and smiled. I started to stroke my dick a little but
he slapped my hand away. "Don't do that! I didn't say you could, slave.
You never touch your dick without permission when you're wearing my
leather. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Hands behind your head again." I did as he ordered, and tightened
up the muscles for him. But then he went over to a closet and got
out a camera. My God! He was going to take a picture of me like
this! I dropped my hands quickly to cover my cock. "Don't, Sir!
Please! Not like this!"
"SMACK!!" His hand slapped my face, hard!
"That'll cost you, slave! You keep forgetting that you don't
have any say about it!" Son-of-a-bitch!! I was getting a little
pissed -- but my cock stayed hard. I assumed the position again and
he took a couple of pictures, including my image in the mirror, with
my hot dick sticking up in the air. There was nothing I could do
about it.
He put the camera down on the dresser. "Now go over and lay
down on the bed, face down." I did what he said, and he took the
ropes and tied me spread-eagled on the bed, tight. I wriggled
around a little, trying to get as comfortable as possible.
"Okay, slave, it's punishment time. You've made several
violations tonight and you have to pay for them. But first you
get 10 strokes to warm you up. This is to impress on you that,
when you wear my leather, your body belongs to me -- I own it -- I
can do anything I want with it. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir." Shit! He didn't tell me about that, either.
From the corner of my eye I saw him get the belt from the
closet, and he came over next to the bed. I lay there, waiting for
something to happen. His hand rubbed lightly on my left ass cheek.
The fingers dug into my flesh as he tugged and twisted at it, and
the end of the belt slid up my thigh and onto my ass. The fucker
was just dragging it out!!
Then his hand went away, and my ass tightened as I awaited the
first blow -- and waited -- and waited. Just as I turned my head
back to look -- "Smack!" Right across my ass cheeks. My body jerked
into the bed in response; it stung, but not too bad. "Smack!" Just
below the first stroke. "Smack!" Just below that. My ass tingled
from the blows, and I had to squirm a little. My cock was hard,
pressed against my stomach, and I noticed that my wriggling against
the bed excited it. "Smack!" On my left cheek. "Smack!" On the
right. The flesh of my ass seemed to be heating up, and my dick
felt it.
He paused and ran his hand over my ass, so I pushed up to meet
it. But then his hand went away. "Smack!" Across my shoulders.
I pulled against the ropes -- I didn't expect that. "Smack!" On my
back, and I thrust my hips quickly at the blow, which stroked my hot
dick a little against the bed. "Smack!" On my back again, and I
thrust my hips. He paused. "SMACK!" Harder, on my left cheek --
that hurt! But my hips thrust without my realizing it. "SMACK!" On
the other cheek, and my hips just automatically pushed into the bed.
I felt my ass burning and I wriggled it from side to side, as much
as I could. That didn't help the pain, but the head of my cock
rubbed against the bed, and the fire in my ass seemed to make it
more sensitive.
His hand caressed lightly on my flaming ass cheeks. "Are you
okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir."
"How does it feel?"
"Hot, Sir. But my dick likes it." This wasn't too bad -- so
far!
His hand continued to caress my flesh. "That was just the
warm-up, slave -- now we have to do the real thing. You've made 3
infractions tonight. Do you remember what they were?"
I thought for a minute. "I objected to you taking the
pictures, Sir."
"That was one."
"And I complained about shaving my balls."
"SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Ouch!! That hurt! Three
hard strokes on my flaming ass! "You didn't say `Sir', slave!"
"I'm sorry, Sir!" Fuck! I forgot that!
"But you were right -- that was another one. What was the
third?"
I was having a little trouble concentrating. "I don't
remember, Sir."
"You didn't spread-eagle yourself properly when you came up
here to the bed."
"Now I remember, Sir."
"Good. They are going to cost you 5 strokes apiece." Shit!!
I was beginning to realize that I'd have to be more careful about
this game!
His hand went away and I lay there, waiting. I didn't know
when or where the belt would strike.
Then, suddenly -- "SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Hard and fast,
across my tender ass! "OUCH!!" My hips bounced on each stroke!
"SMACK!!!" On my right cheek! My ass was flaming! "SMACK!!!" On my
left thigh, just below the cheek! "OOOHHH!! Easy, Sir!" I couldn't
help myself -- my hips squirmed from side to side, and my dick
throbbed! This was wild!! My ass was burning but my prick wanted
to explode! I pushed my hips into the bed, slowly, again and again,
grinding my dick against the bed. I was sure he saw that.
"That's five, slave." I thought that was weird -- my ass was
hotter than hell, but his voice was quiet and cool. And my ass was
quivering, anticipating the next stroke.
"SMACK!!!" "OUCH!" On my back. "SMACK!!!" "UUGGHH!"
Again on my back. "SMACK!!!" "UUNNNNHH!" Across my waist. I
kept thrusting slowly into the bed, and my ass was aching and
burning! I struggled against the ropes.
But then his hand worked under my stomach and grabbed my
throbbing dick, and pulled it downwards between my legs, so it was
pointing towards my feet. Shit!! My thrusts wouldn't stroke it any
more! He probably did that on purpose.
"SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Again on my flaming ass cheeks!!
"OOOOHHH!! Please, Sir. That's too much!" My hips squirmed and my
ass rolled -- I couldn't stop it! "SMACK!!!" On my inner thigh! He
paused. "SMACK!!!" On the bottom of my right cheek! I ground my
hips into the bed, wishing I could get away from the belt, and the
head of my cock rubbed slightly against the bed. "SMACK!!!"
"AAAAIIIYYEEE!!" On my inner thigh again, but the tip of the belt
struck my balls!!! "SMACK!!!!!" "UUUUGGGHHH!!!" Really hard, across
my ass!! I pulled and writhed against the ropes, but my ass kept
burning and burning!
My mind went blank for a few moments with the pain and the
sensations, and the roaring in my dick. But then I realized he was
sitting on the bed, his hand gently caressing my ass. He spoke
softly, "That's it, slave. It's done."
I just lay there, the sweat running down my sides. My ass
continued to squirm -- I couldn't stop it. We just stayed there and
rested for several minutes, while he continued to lightly massage my
tingling flesh.
But finally he asked, "Are you okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir. But that was worse than I expected."
"I intended it to be -- worse than you expected, but not as bad
as it could have been. You just have to learn not to fuck up."
"I understand, Sir." Man, did I ever!!!
"The tenderness will be gone by tomorrow, and I was careful not
to leave any marks on your skin."
"Thank you, Sir."
Shortly he got up and came back with a small pillow, and he put
a hand on my ass. "Lift up." I couldn't move much, but by pushing
down with my knees and chest I managed to raise my hips a little,
and he slid the pillow under my stomach, making sure my cock and
balls were still pointed down between my legs. This raised my ass
up in the air, off the bed. Oh, God! What was he going to do next?
My ass was still burning.
I turned my head and looked back at him. "You're not going to
punish me any more, are you, Sir?"
He smiled. "No -- the punishment is all over. From now on
it's just fun."
"Thank you, Sir." I was glad to hear that.
"Unless you fuck up again!"
"I understand, Sir."
He picked up the camera to get a picture of me spread like
this, with my ass sticking up in the air. I turned my face away
from the camera, but he just said, "Slave." I knew what he wanted,
and I knew I would get punished if I didn't -- so I turned my face
back to him while he took my picture. He took a few more, with a
couple right up close of my red and tingling ass, and my hard cock
sticking down.
Then I felt him climb on the bed between my legs. His hands
moved lightly over the twin globes of my ass and then he started
kissing my ass, all over -- around one cheek -- around the other --
down one thigh all the way to the knee -- the same with the other
leg -- then back to my ass cheeks. "You should see this, slave.
Your ass is a bright pink." I wasn't sure I wanted to see it. I
felt his tongue licking my skin and it felt good, and the tingling
in my flesh permeated down to my rigid cock. He spread my ass
cheeks and his tongue explored down into the crack. Since the hair
was gone, I felt it sliding wetly over my skin. It laved across my
tender asshole and down between my legs to my shaved balls, and then
back up to the hole. His tongue probed it easily for several
moments, while his hands continued to caress my sore flesh and
played with my exposed cock and balls. It felt good, so I tried to
push my ass back against his tongue.
Finally he stood up and went to the dresser, and came back and
sat down again. "It's education time, slave -- time you learned how
to use that asshole." I struggled against the ropes briefly, but
then relaxed. Part of me said that I didn't want this -- it was
going to hurt. I remembered the time I was harshly raped. But
another part of me said that I'd wanted to try it for a long time,
and never got up the nerve; and I knew that guys that were into it
really loved it, so it couldn't be that bad. Besides, I was sure he
wasn't going to give me a choice -- and that probably was the way
I wanted it. I would just have to trust him to take it easy.
He spread my cheeks again and I felt his finger toying with my
sphincter -- I could tell he had some grease on it. He positioned
it right at the hole and started to push it gently. I tried to pull
away from it but he kept it right there, still pushing, and then it
slid in a little. But my cheeks automatically tensed up. "OOHHH!
That hurts."
So he let it slip out and told me, "Just relax, slave; don't
try to fight it. That's what makes it hurt." He brought the finger
back and pushed again, and it slid in. I held my breath and gritted
my teeth -- but it still hurt. I felt him slide it in a ways and
wiggle it around a little, and then slip it in and out a few times.
But my cheeks tensed up again and it hurt. "Please, Sir. I
can't do it! It hurts."
He slipped it out again. "Listen, slave -- do this. Just
close your eyes and pretend you're taking a shit. You won't, but
the muscles will relax properly." I wished he would stop -- but I
knew he wouldn't, so I closed my eyes and concentrated, like he
said. The finger slid back in. I tried to block out everything,
and thought to myself, "Shit ... Shit ... Shit." Then his finger
was fucking my ass, slowly and easily -- and it didn't hurt much at
all. So I lay there and let him do it. Just as it started to feel
good, my cheeks suddenly tensed and the pain stabbed back. But he felt
it, too. "Relax, slave. Think about shitting." I concentrated
again and it worked -- the muscles relaxed.
He did this for a couple minutes. "Are you okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir." I was getting so I could control it -- I just
had to keep the muscles from tightening up.
His finger slipped out and in a minute it came back in --
except it felt fuller this time. But there was no pain. "Just
relax. This is two fingers." That was why it felt tighter. His
fingers fucked me for a while, and eventually his hand jammed
against my ass, so I knew he was in as far as he could go. It
started to feel warm and good, all the way down into my cock. So I
pushed back with my ass a little on every stroke. "Yeah, slave.
That's the way to do it."
"That feels pretty good, Sir. I like it."
"I knew you would. If it ever feels like it's getting tight,
just concentrate on relaxing the muscles." His fingers slipped out,
and I felt him moving about on the bed. "Look, slave." I looked
back and he was holding a plastic dildo; long, but not as thick as
his cock. "I'm working you up to it gradually." I understood what
he was doing -- and figured out where it was going. He planned to
fuck me! My heart skipped a couple beats -- but I thought I was
ready for it.
I rested my head on the bed and waited, and concentrated on
relaxing my muscles, but my dick was throbbing. I felt the pointed
tip of the dildo at my sphincter, and he slowly pushed on it. It
started to slide in and I groaned softly, "Oooooohhh!"
He pushed it farther and stopped. "You okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir." He pushed it more -- it felt like it was in the
middle of my stomach! But it didn't hurt -- I just felt
uncomfortable and full. He worked it around a little, and then
started stroking it in and out of my ass -- in and out -- in and
out. His other hand massaged my ass cheeks and my sore skin felt
hot, but my gut glowed from the sensations. He worked it for quite
a while -- and then suddenly he turned on the vibrator! I could
feel the hum inside me, stirring up my guts, and my cock responded
immediately. "Oh, God, Sir. That's great!" He fucked me with it
for a long time, and I loved the feeling. My ass didn't tighten up
at all.
I lay there with my eyes closed, my prick throbbing, while he
worked my ass with the tool. But I knew I was ready -- I wanted the
real thing! I wanted to feel him fucking me, his skin slapping
against my ass!
"Please, Sir. Fuck me."
The dildo paused. "What did you say?"
"Please, Sir. I want you to fuck me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Sir. Please do it." The vibrating stopped and he stroked
it into me a few more times, and then pulled it out. I lay there
waiting.
The bed jounced as he greased himself up and got up on his
knees between my legs. He leaned forward on one hand and positioned
his hard dick at my asshole, and I tried to push my ass up a little
higher, so he could get at it better. "Here it comes, slave." I
held my breath and felt him start to push. I pushed back myself, as
much as I could -- and the head popped in.
"MMMMMMmmmmmm. Easy, Sir." He paused for a couple seconds and
then pushed harder, and I felt it slo-o-o-owly sliding into my asshole.
God! It was so big! It felt much bigger than the dildo, even
though I knew it wasn't. He kept pushing, and I could feel the
difference as it slid into me -- it was hot and pliable, not cold
and hard like the dildo!
"You okay, slave?"
"Yes, Sir. Do it some more." So he stroked into me slowly a
few times, and then pushed it harder. I pushed back against him,
till I could feel his pubic hair crushed against my tender ass
cheeks -- it felt like it was ready to come out my throat!
He stopped pushing, and leaned forward and kissed my neck.
"You've got it all, slave."
"Yes, Sir, I can tell. Just fuck me -- but slow and easy!"
He raised his torso up on his hands and started to fuck me --
slowly and easily, in and out -- in and out. The heat of his cock
joined with the fire in my guts, and my dick wanted to burst. On
every stroke his prick went all the way in, and his hair scraped
against my tender skin. It went on ... and on ... and on.
"OOOooooooohhh, yeah, Sir. I love it."
Then he stroked harder and faster, and his stomach slapped
against me, and even though my ass was still red and sore, I pushed
back against him to get it deeper.
"Take it, slave!! Take it all!!"
"Fuck me!! ... Fuck me!! ... Yeah, do it!!"
It was incredible! I could feel his cock head pulsing inside
of me, and it felt like a point of fire in the middle of my guts!
"You want it, slave?"
"Oh, God! Yes, Sir!" I struggled against the ropes, but I
couldn't do anything.
"Tell me!"
"Please, Sir! Fuck me all the way! I need your hot cum
inside me!" This was my fantasy come true! He was fucking me and
raping me, and I couldn't stop him! I wanted to feel him spurt
into me!
He fucked me harder, slamming into my ass on every thrust!
"BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" The abused skin on my
ass ached and my balls were on fire! "Here it comes, slave!!"
"BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" Raping my ass! Then he
groaned, and I felt it spurt inside of me -- again -- again -- and
again. My blood was boiling, and I felt his hot cum spreading all
over my guts!
Finally he collapsed onto my back, panting hoarsely, and his
sweat dripped over me. We just lay there and rested, with his
half-hard cock still embedded inside me.
I felt his dick continue to soften, and after a bit he kissed
the back of my neck several times and let it slip out of my ass.
OOooooohh! I hated to lose it.
He went into the bathroom and washed up. It was amazing! I
could feel a little of his cum dripping down the crack of my ass --
and I loved it!!
Shortly he came back and untied me, and I edged over to the
side of the bed and gingerly stood up. My ass was very tender from
the beating he had given me, and I was afraid to sit down. He
stepped up and took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. I
held him and relaxed, and let him do it. His hand ran down my back
and gently caressed my ass cheeks. I moaned a little in my throat,
but it felt good.
My dick was still hard and rubbed against his leg, so he
reached down and squeezed it. "We're not through, slave. It's your
turn now."
I almost didn't care, but I replied, "Yes, Sir. Whatever you
say."
He removed the small pillow from the bed and pointed. "Back
on the bed, face up."
I eased myself down onto the bed and lay back. What was he
going to do next? He spread my arms wide and tied them again.
"Is this necessary, Sir?"
"Of course, slave. You've got to be helpless and unable to
stop me. That's an important part of the game."
"I understand, Sir."
"Besides, that's the way you want it, isn't it?"
I had to smile. "Yes, Sir." He knew! For some reason
being tied up did make it all much more intense.
"Spread your legs." I did, wide the way he liked it, but this
time he didn't tie them. He got on the bed between my legs and
immediately dropped his mouth onto my cock. I closed my eyes and
felt the hot wetness as his lips rode tightly on my shaft. His
hands glided over my flesh -- stomach and chest and legs -- and he
caressed my balls.
"MMMMMMMmmmmmm. That feels good, Sir." He just kept on sucking
me. I felt his finger probe at my tender asshole, so I just relaxed
the muscles and it slid in. The combination of his finger in my ass
and his mouth sucking my hard cock really excited me, and my cock
was throbbing. I wondered what it would feel like to have two dicks
in me at the same time. I got the feeling that someday he might
show me.
But when I started to get close, he pulled off. "Not yet,
slave. I have something more interesting in mind." I was sure he
did, and I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not.
He walked over to the closet and got a few things, but I
couldn't see what they were. Then he had a long piece of cord in
his hands, and he made a slipknot loop in the middle of it. He
carefully worked the loop around my balls, just below my rigid cock,
and tightened it down. I started to get a little worried.
"Lift your knees up some." I pulled my feet up on the bed a
little to make that happen, and he adjusted them just where he
wanted them. Then he tied one end of the cord to my big toe, and
the other end to the other big toe. I wondered what the hell he was
doing!
"Now straighten your legs out." Carefully I let my feet slide
down the bed, and soon I felt the loop tighten around my sac and
start to stretch my balls away from my hard dick. I stopped.
"Farther, slave." So I pushed my feet a little more, till the skin
was stretched really tight and my balls started to ache. "That's
good, slave. Now just hold it there." I lifted my head and looked
down; the pressure on my balls had my throbbing cock standing
straight up in the air. He took a couple more pictures of that.
Then he climbed onto the bed at my side, and leaned down and
kissed me briefly. "I'm going to work on your cock now. And
whenever I tell you to push, you push with your feet. Understand?"
"Yes, Sir." I just hoped to hell he knew what he was doing!
He moved down and licked over my cock -- around the head, down
the shaft and back up. His tongue probed the slit some, and then he
positioned his tight lips on the head, and slowly -- slowly --
slowly slid down onto the shaft. His lips were incredibly tight,
and I felt the pressure inside my dick. His mouth slid all the way
down, and then all the way up and off. Then back again, all the way
down, and up and off. Slowly and evenly -- down and up -- and
always tight.
"Push." I did, and it hurt. Down and up and off. Again -- and
again. His fingers found my left nipple and he squeezed. A little
more pain, but good. Down and up and off. Again. He squeezed the
other nipple. Down and up and off, and tight. "Push." I tried,
but it really hurt. The sensations were whirling inside of me -- I
wasn't sure what was pain and what was pleasure! Again -- and again
-- still slow and even and tight. I groaned and tried to thrust
into his mouth, to make it go faster -- but he pulled off! God! I
wanted to come!!! My hands strained against the ropes!
My eyes were closed, and I felt him tweaking my right nipple
and tugging at it. But then, suddenly -- pain!!! "UUUUUHHNNNN!!"
-- I couldn't help it! I raised my head and looked -- he had a
clothespin clamped to the nipple! My body reacted -- I twisted my
chest, as much as I could -- my legs tried to stretch, but that
brought pain to my balls!! His hot mouth slid down on my cock again
-- hot and tight and slick -- down and up, a little faster. The
pain in my nipple fell away a little as he sucked me, but my blood
was boiling.
Then he pulled off. He tugged at the other nipple -- and
clamped it with another clothespin! I threw myself against the
ropes. "Oh, God, Sir!!! That's too much!!" My chest squirmed from
the pain, but that just made the clothespins flop around and jerk my
nipples more!
"Come on, slave! Go for it! Now!!" His mouth squeezed down
onto my pulsing dick again, and he stroked it faster. The pain in
my nipples turned into heat in my guts, and spread to my cock and
balls. He pulled up quickly -- "PUSH!!" -- and slid back down onto
my cock. He didn't have to tell me -- I already was! Pain in my
balls!!! My tender ass cheeks rubbing against the bed!!! His hot
mouth sliding on my cock!! My chest squirming, which brought a
fresh stab of pain in my nipples!! His fingers fucking into my
asshole!! It built and built!!!
Then it happened!! "AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!" My cum fired into
his throat -- over -- and over -- and over!!! He swallowed and kept
stroking, but quickly removed the clips from my nipples. More
pain!! My legs automatically pushed downwards and my balls were on
fire!! I came again, and spurted more -- and more -- and
more!!!!!!!!!
Finally I lay there, moaning and squirming and gasping for
breath, while he licked the last remains of cum from my pulsing
cock. Then I had to pull my feet up to relieve the pressure on my
balls.
Eventually he sat up and tenderly massaged my sore nipples.
Then he reached down and removed the cord from my balls. His hand
rested on my quivering stomach while he leaned down and kissed me.
I couldn't help it -- I kissed him back.
"How you doing, slave?"
"Okay, Sir. I think I'll live." We both laughed. "That
was incredible, Sir! I've never come like that!"
"It's amazing, isn't it, the way a little pain pushes you even
higher?"
"That's a good way to describe it, Sir."
He untied my wrists. The game's over for tonight, Larry.
You can relax." So I sat up and he helped me remove the cuffs
and collar. Then I lit up a cigarette and lay back, and he lay
next to me, resting a hand on my thigh.
I told him, "You know, if anyone had told me two months ago
that I would let someone do this shit to me, I would have punched
him right in the face."
"Well, if I didn't have you tied down, you probably wouldn't
let me do it, either."
"That's for sure!!"
"But you love it -- I can see it in your face when I'm working
you over."
"I know. I didn't realize it until you tied me up that first
time, that I've always had this fantasy about being tied up and
raped." He just smiled. I reached down to my thigh and rested my
hand on top of his. "And now I know what it's like to be fucked --
and I love it!"
"I'm glad to hear that."
I thought back over the scene. "I thought you were hitting me
awfully hard when you were punishing me."
"I know, but I had to. If I just did it real easy it wouldn't
mean anything. This way you'll be sore for a couple days, but
you'll remember -- and next time you'll be more careful to obey me."
"I sure will --- Sir." We both laughed. "But I wish you
hadn't taken those pictures. I don't like anyone to have nude
photos of me like that."
"Too bad, slave. When you wear my leather, what happens is
what happens. But don't worry -- I won't show them to anyone. I
want them so that when I'm alone and horny, I can use them for
`inspiration' while I jerk off."
"I understand. I'll probably fantasize about this scene for
a long time."
"So will I." We both laughed again. "But one more thing - I
plan to keep your balls and your ass shaved now. I think that's
very sexy."
"I know -- so do I. But just don't shave it all off around my
cock." I looked at him. "Please, Sir."
He smiled back at me. "I hear you -- but I won't promise
anything. I'll let you worry about that."
"You fucker!!!" We both laughed.
"But don't you shave it. I will, whenever I think it needs
it."
"I understand."
We finally got up and got dressed, and went down to the kitchen
and fixed a snack. It was only about 11, so I suggested we go down
to the gay bar for a while, and he agreed.
We had a couple beers there and played some pool. I saw a
couple of my friends looking at us, speculating about what was going
on between us -- but I ignored them. Although I had to wonder if
they knew about this leather game of his, and realized that I was
into it with him.
About 12:30 we left. As he drove up Main Street, he rested
his hand on my thigh and said, "Why don't you come back up and spend
the night?"
I thought about that for a couple minutes. "Okay, but on one
condition -- no more leather games."
He laughed. "Okay -- for tonight."
We got back to the house and went right up to the bedroom --
I was bushed. He had really worked me over earlier. He gave me a
toothbrush to use, and then we started to undress. He asked, "What
do you usually wear to bed?"
"Just my undershorts."
"How about if you sleep naked tonight? I do."
I smiled. "Okay." So we got in bed and he turned out the
light. He rolled over towards me and started to massage my back and
my ass, slowly and easily. "MMMMMMMmmmm. That feels so good." My
ass was still sore, but he was gentle and I liked it. Within minutes
I was asleep.
The next thing I knew it was light outside, and his head was
bobbing up and down on my hard prick. His hands roamed over my body
while his mouth stroked my cock. It didn't take me long -- when he
saw that I was getting close, he pinched both nipples and, with a
loud groan, I came and he swallowed it all. I looked down at him.
"Thank you. That was great."
"You're welcome. I enjoyed it, too."
I half-expected that he would want me to do him, but he didn't
suggest anything; so we went in and took a shower together, and then
he took me home.