Date: Thu, 29 Aug 2002 03:00:05 -0400 From: jxol jxol <hjxol@hotmail.com> Subject: Story-of-a-top-3 What follows is pornographic.... Genuine feedback (positive or negative) is welcomed. Jackass flaming will be ignored. I want to thank all of you who wrote to encourage me. I truly appreciate your input. I hope this episode puts me back on the hot track. This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If homosexuality and/or sexually explicit themes offend you then do not continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but you proceed at your own risk. This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Please Sir, no more". The safe words. It wasn't because I had taken him past his edge. It was because he could see I was losing control. He wanted me to come to my senses. I did. And not only that, I did something very untop. I apologized. At least he learned the safe words work ...... I fall silent thinking about what has happened. When he feels my body cave into thought, he caves too. He knows he had been turned on. Will it be enough of a hook to make him want more? My cock stirs. I want him to feel it. I want to fuck him. I wait. I wait until I feel his body relax, consent. I gently spread his legs and start to remove his plug. His hole fights me. "Its ok ... relax Jake...let loose of it" I tug then release, letting him pull it back in. Each time I tug, I coax him to open a bit more until finally his ass is gripping the widest part of the plug. I stop. I linger there not letting him expel it or suck it back in. I watch him. His eyes closed, involuntary muscle twitches make him tremble sporadically. Is he holding his breath? His teeth are clenched, but is face is still calm. Do I have him at an edge? I study him. Moments like this are hot for me. I could unload my balls all over him without ever touching my cock. I feel my precum oozing onto my balls . I study his asshole wrapped around the plug, spread into a perfect circle. I feint pulling the plug out and instead give a tiny push and let go. "AAAAAAhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he moans loudly as his muscle sucks the plug back home. His body goes limp. He is breathing again, filling his lungs with long, slow, deep breaths of relief. His handsome head rolls to the side, his lips parted, his eyes still closed. His nipples rise and fall with each breath. Hard belly. Burnt sienna pubic hair. A thick dick,cut, big, his cock ring keeping it partly engorged. I let him rest. After a while he quietly says "Sir" and opens his thighs almost imperceptibly, yet leaving me no doubt. I take him to the edge two more times. The first time I let him ride off the ridge and go partly down the cone before I begin pushing it back in. On each gasp I tap it back in a bit. With each tap his cock jerks. The second time I keep him spread on the ridge, but gently toy with it. Subtle moves, circular, in and out , light taps. Finally I let him push it out, his six pack crunches with the effort. He gasps with relief and stares at me. I can't read his face, it seems expressionless, only his eyes move to take in different parts of my body, to watch my eyes take in his body. Exhaustion. He doesn't move, even when I caress his cock and balls. I touch his face, put my fingers into his mouth. His tongue licks them lazily. His lips close around my fingers. He has fallen asleep. I kneel over him letting my cock touch his face. I am soft for the moment. I brush his lips with it. His breathing changes. I know he is awake despite his closed eyes. His mouth opens for me and I put my hands above his head and lean on my arms, looking back at my cock in his mouth. Again I don't move. I let him warm to the situation. His tongue works exploring the inside of my foreskin. Then he takes my whole soft cock into his mouth. Squeezing the base with his lips. I can feel the stubble of his 5'oclock shadow as his chin rubs my balls. I start to move my hips gently. I am stiffening, I can feel him having a hard time with it. I pull out some and just let him work on the head. Then with deepening thrusts give him more and more to deal with. I wish I could see his cock. I want to give him more, but he has to be hot enough to want it. I can't tell how turned on he is. To test, I start to pull away from him. His head rises hungrily to keep his mouth full. Spit is dripping from the corner of his mouth. I start to ease back in. This time deeper than I had gone before. I hear him start to gag. I pull out slightly and then make him gag again. My dick is now at its max. I want to cum in this guys mouth. I push in more, ignoring the gags. His throat opens and I drive it home, thrusting all the way in, never pulling out much. Short hard punches into his throat. Watching him take my cock sends me closer and closer. Snot is running out of his nose. Spit drools everywhere, tears are in his eyes. His face is red with the effort. "Go ahead," I think. "Say the safe words now" as I give him jab. "Go ahead try!" "Jake", I say, "I'm going to cum. Don't swallow it. Do you understand?". I give him another jab and then start to fuck him full out. "He doesn't need a safe word," I think, "He could just bite my cock off." But he doesn't. I pull out enough so that I can unload in his mouth. "Oh fuck man...oh fuck Jake! Here it comes! AAAAHhhh, AAAArrrrrggg, AAAAAAAAAAA, aaaaaaaa, aaaHHHHAH,aaa..." Six shots. Panting, I sit back on my haunches and pull Jake up into a sitting position. We are face to face. With no expression on his face he looks at me and slowly opens his mouth. My sperm starts to drool out. He presses it out with his tongue, making it ooze over his teeth onto his lower lip, letting it run off of his chin onto his pecs and nipples down his abs and into the red nest of pubic hair between his legs. I think of kidnapping him, he makes me so hot. He closes his mouth. A spermy grin forms. "Sir?" he says. He knows he has been good. "You haven't cum yet, have you?", I ask, knowing he hasn't. He shakes his head no. With that, I fall onto his cock, and devour it. I force it down my throat, and keep it there, refusing to back off. I feel his hands grasping my hair trying to pull me off, then jamming my face back into his cum drenched pubic hair. I let him be rough. I hear him groaning. I grab his balls and put two fingers up his ass. The second I touch his prostate he explodes, beating me by one, with a mighty last seventh shot. When he wakes up, it is 3 am. I've slipped real collar around his neck and attached a real leash. "Jake boy....lets go". I love calling him "boy", but there is nothing boyish about him. He manages his subjugation with an equanimity and dignity that astonishes me. How is it that this man will spread his legs for me, call me Sir, and at the same time make me feel his is my equal, even more than my equal? Is it my job to break him? Beat him into giving up every iota of self esteem? I picture myself treating him harshly, I picture him writhing under my lashes, squirming to avoid the whip, but tied so there is no escaping it. At what point would he find my actions unforgivable? Could he ever really be broken? To what end? Jake puts his hand to his neck and feels the leather of the collar and leash. I think I see some pleasure show on his inscrutable face. I take him into my "gym", a small room with no windows, a few benchs, some weights, some hooks in the ceiling and walls, a toy chest and a sling. I remove his leash and point to the toy chest. "Pick your pleasures," I tell him. He lifts the lid and stares for a moment. Then he sinks down onto one knee to inspect more closely. I study his naked body from behind. His balls dangle between his legs, his thigh muscles gathered into thick ropes. He pokes around in the chest for a long time. He seems to be thoughtfully considering everything there. Fifteen minutes later, he stands up, walks back to me, locks my eyes with his, and hands me a bunch of clothes pins all clipped to one another, and string of 5 balls graduating in size. I nod and say, "Now, my turn." I return and hand him a bottle of poppers and a rope. "Any complaints?", I ask. He takes a moment to think and then shakes his head no". ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ok guys....this is really hard. Sure am glad I don't have to do it for a living, I'd pull all my hair out. Let me know how its going. Your feedback is the only thing that keeps me going. Someone said hey where's the plot. Plot I thought.... oh yea, I guess I need one. Maybe next episode. And after all my effort what do I end up with? A few sorry paragraphs. So if you like it you gotta tell me. You give me the drive I need to force this tired brain to work. Thanks, hjxol@hotmail.com