Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 23:52:58 -0700 (PDT)
From: DOW <awlfha50@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Belt, Part Three

As I lay spread-eagle on the bed with my wrists and
ankles tied and my eyes blindfolded, he continued to
suck and stroke my erect cock right up to the edge of
a second orgasm. Just as I reached the point where I
didn't think I'd be able to hold back any longer, he
suddenly stopped again and left me hanging. It was as
if he knew exactly how far to push me to get the
maximum effect without going far enough to make me
actually cum.

"Oh, Master," I moaned, not knowing what else to say.

"You almost came, didn't you, slave."

"Yes, Master. It was very intense."

"You want to cum, don't you, slave."

"I want to please you, Master."

"What else do you want, slave?"

"I want to do whatever you want me to, Master."

I was so turned on that I was shivering all over. My
dick was so hard that it ached, and I could feel my
own precum leaking out and dripping on me.

"Tell me the truth, slave, or I'll send you away right
this minute. Do you or do you not want to cum? Answer
me." He sounded angry, and I didn't know what he
wanted to hear. The truth, of course, was that I DID
want to cum. I'd been wanting to cum ever since I'd
first started watching him at the bar downstairs.
"Answer me," he repeated. "Do you or do you not want
to cum?"

"Yes, Master. Yes, I want to cum." The words were out
of me before I realized what I was saying.

"That's better," he said. "That's an honest answer."

He flicked the clamps on my nipples again. Pain
radiated out from them and made me moan. Then I sensed
his body overshadow me again, and I felt his mouth
close to my ear. "Do you want me to let you cum,
slave?" he whispered.

"Yes, Master," I breathed.

"What did I tell you about that?"

"You said you might let me cum later, but ..."

"But what, slave?"

"But first you were going to fuck me."

"What else did I say?" he whispered.

"You said you were going to play with my dick and
tease me and turn me on until I was begging you to
fuck me."

"Keep going."

"You said this is all about you, not me. You said you
were going to fuck me, but not until you'd gotten me
so turned on that I was begging to be fucked. That I'd
do anything you said."

"Are you that turned on, slave?"

"Oh, yes, Master. More than I've ever been in my life.
Oh, Master, I'll do anything you say. Just tell me
what you want."

"Then why aren't you begging me to fuck you now,
slave?"

"Oh, Master. I DO want that," I gasped. "I do want you
to fuck me. Please, Master. I want to feel your hard
dick inside me -- inside my man-cunt. Please, Master.
Please fuck me."

"It's too late. You're obviously not turned on enough
yet." He paused, then added, "But you will be."

I shivered again as he moved down between my legs once
more. "Don't move," he said. Then I felt his fingers
lift my hard cock, and his mouth slid down on its
leaking head.

"Oh, Master," I moaned.

He gradually started sliding his mouth up and down on
my sensitive dick again, licking the shaft and sucking
on the head and stroking with his hand as he took me
deeper into his throat each time. It was more intense
than ever, and I knew it wouldn't take long at all
before I'd be on the edge of another orgasm. The more
the hot, wet mouth slid up and down, the harder it was
for me to stay still as he'd commanded.

"Oh, please, Master," I begged. "I'm getting close
again. Please, Master. I'm going to cum. Oh, Master.
It's too much."

He didn't stop. He just kept sucking and stroking and
sliding my hard shaft in and out of his hot mouth. I
could feel my body getting ready to shoot its load. My
orgasm was coming on fast. I knew he could feel it,
too, but he didn't let up. He just kept torturing my
dick and pushing me closer and closer to where he'd
warned me not to go.

"Oh, Master. I'm cumming, Master. I'm cumming. Oh,
god, Master, I'm, I'm ..."

It was intense and erotic -- and very frustrating. I
wanted so much for him to keep going. I wanted him to
keep sucking me and stroking me until I came. I wanted
to feel my semen shooting into his throat just as he'd
pumped his hot cum onto my face earlier. I needed the
release, but I knew there would be none until he'd
finished having his way with me.

He kept sucking and stroking my erect cock, pushing
me, pushing me, pushing me toward another orgasm.
Torturing me. I was right at the edge again. I could
feel my dick about to explode and fill his mouth with
hot jizz. I struggled to remain still while his mouth
engulfed me and his hand stroked my shaft faster and
faster.

"Please, Master, please, please. I'm cumming, Master,"
I moaned.

Then suddenly, he pulled off and left me hanging again
-- but not quite in time. My dick twitched and my
balls contracted, and I realized I'd started to cum.
Without any stimulation to keep it going, though, it
died out -- but not before a few drops of semen
sputtered out the piss slit of my overworked cock. The
brief climax did nothing to relieve the intense need I
felt to cum. If anything, it only made it worse.

"Oh, Master," I cried softly. "I'm sorry, Master."

He lifted my cock with his fingers after a few moments
and licked the drops of cum off the head. Then he got
off the bed and untied my ankles.

"Put your legs together and raise them up in the air,"
he commanded.

I did as he said, then he pushed them farther over
toward my face and held them there and then spanked my
ass hard with his other hand. "Bad, slave," he said,
then he spanked me again, harder than the first time.
"You wicked, bad, slave." He hit my sore ass again,
even harder. "I told you not to cum." Again, another
hard hit. "And you disobeyed me." Another hit. My ass
was burning with pain. "Bad, bad slave." He spanked me
one last time, harder than all the rest, and let my
legs down again. "Don't you ever do that again, do you
hear me?"

"Yes, Master," I cried. "I'm sorry, Master. I'm
sorry."

He got off the bed, and I heard him go into the
bathroom without saying anything else. I laid still
and tried to calm down. My nipples were hurting, my
arms were aching, and my ass was on fire. My dick was
still as hard as a fence post, and the juices that had
been leaking out of it onto my stomach felt cold on my
skin.

He was gone for several minutes, and I started to
wonder what was going to happen next. Suddenly, I
realized he might be getting ready to fuck me. Images
of his hard dick ramming deep inside my man-pussy
flooded my mind and sent new shivers of fear and
excitement through my whole body. I imagined his stiff
cock sliding in and out faster and faster. I imagined
it pounding my ass harder and harder. I imagined it
driving deeper and deeper as he worked toward his
climax. I imagined him suddenly pulling out of me and
finishing himself off with his hand. I imagined him
cumming on me. I imagined his hot jizz pumping onto my
dick and balls and chest and stomach. The whole scene
made me moan deep in my throat.

The bathroom door opened and he came back into the
room. "Spread your legs, you little pussy-boy," he
demanded. I did as he said and felt him climbing back
on the bed between my feet. He moved around a little,
then commanded, "Bend your knees and keep them spread
apart." He pushed my feet up so my knees were bent and
my feet were flat on the bed near my ass. I felt a
sudden wet coolness down between my legs. It was his
fingers covered in thick lube. The goo-drenched
fingertips probed my ass until one of them found my
anus and pushed its way inside me.

"Oh, Master," I gasped as the finger buried itself
deeper in. "Master, that feels so strange. Good -- but
strange. Oh, oh, Master."

The finger slid out for a few moments, then two
fingers with more lube pushed through again. I could
tell he was making sure I was very well oiled for what
was about to happen next.

Out again, then back with more lube -- enough that I
could feel it oozing out and leaking down my crack.
This time, though, the fingers pushed all the way in
and stayed there. Then they began to massage my
prostate. My dick seemed to get harder all of a
sudden.

Without any warning, he went down on me for the fourth
time since tying me to the bed. He took my stiff cock
deep in his warm, wet throat and started sucking and
licking and stroking the hard shaft all over again.
While he was doing this, he continued rubbing his
fingers against my prostate and moving them around
inside my rectum.

"Oh, Master," I cried.

He slid up and down very slowly at first. Then a
little faster. And a little faster. He started sucking
and licking it harder. He stroked the shaft with his
free hand and kept massaging my prostate with his
fingers inside my ass. The combination of the sucking
and stroking and massaging were intense beyond words.
Before I knew what was happening, I was already
dangerously close to cumming. I'd never been more
turned on. And I'd never needed to cum so much before.
It was too much.

"Oh, Master. Please, Master," I begged. "I can't take
anymore. Master, please stop. It's too much. Oh,
Master, please. Please stop. I'm going to cum. Master,
please."

He pulled his mouth off my dick and said, "If you cum,
I'll whip you so hard you'll bleed for a month." Then
he went down on me again.

"Master, Master, please," I started crying louder. "I
can't help it, Master. I'm about to cum. I'm cumming,
Master. I'm cumming."

Once again, he pulled off me and left me hanging. I'd
never wanted to cum so badly in my life. Never. I'd
never NEEDED to come so badly. It was all I could
think about. I had to have it. I had to have an
orgasm. I tugged at the ropes tying my wrists, but
they were as tight as ever. Then I thought of the
belt. I thought of telling him I wanted my belt back.
It was the only way I could think of to get him to
untie me so I could beat off.

But something inside me held me back. I was breathing
deep. I could feel the cool air on the lubricant
oozing out of my ass. And then I realized what I
wanted more than an orgasm. I realized what I wanted
more than anything else at that moment.

"Master," I gasped. "Master, fuck me. Fuck me, Master.
Please. Please fuck me, Master."

I was still lying on my back with my knees raised and
legs spread. He was somewhere at the foot of the bed
not touching me. My ass was tingling, and I was
shaking nervously again. My heart was pounding. My
breathing was quick and shallow. In my mind's eye, I
could see him fucking me, and I knew I had to have it.
I didn't care anymore if I came. I just wanted to feel
his hard cock slamming deep inside me again and again
and again.

"Oh, please, Master," I begged. "Please fuck me. I
need it. I need it, Master."

Without a word, he pushed my knees farther apart and
slid his fingers up my ass again, then went down on my
cock once more, taking it all the way down his hot
throat. I was so turned on, though, that he had to
stop and pull off me almost as soon as he started.

"Please, fuck me, Master," I kept begging. "I want
you, Master. I want to feel you deep inside my tight
hole. Please, Master. Fuck me, please. I'm begging
you. I'll do anything you say. Just please, please,
please fuck me. Fuck me, Master. I need you to fuck
me."

He didn't say anything and didn't move. I kept begging
him to fuck me. The more I begged, the more I felt
like a total cockwhore. A cum-slut. I felt completely
degraded, but that just turned me on even more. I'd
never felt so humiliated, but it all just made me beg
harder, almost to the point of tears under the
blindfold.

"Master, please," I cried. "I'll do anything. You can
beat me. You can rape me. You can treat me anyway you
want, but I'm begging you please, Master. Please fuck
me."

Again without a word, he slid his lube-covered fingers
inside my tight anus and swallowed my hard dick to the
hilt. Sucking, stroking, licking. He deep-throated me
again and again and again while his fingers pumped in
and out and massaged my prostate. His free hand played
with my balls. He moaned in his throat and sucked
harder.

For the sixth time, he pushed me closer and closer
toward an orgasm I knew I couldn't hold off for much
longer. It grew more and more intense every time he
went down on my throbbing prick. I felt my balls
tightening up. I was doing everything I could to relax
and to keep from cumming, but I was losing the battle.
And through it all, I was begging him to fuck me.

"Master. Oh, Master, please. Fuck me, Master. I want
to feel you banging me hard. I want to feel you fuck
my ass again and again. Please, Master. I can't wait
any longer. Please. I want it. I need it. Master,
please. Please, fuck me. I have to have it. I have to
have your cock inside me. Please. I'm begging you."

He kept stroking and sucking and massaging. Faster and
faster. It was too much. I was at the edge again.

"Master, I'm cumming. Please, Master. Please stop.
Stop and fuck me instead. Please, Master. I'm cumming.
Please stop. Stop, Master," I pleaded. "I'm cumming.
Please Master, fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Master,
I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Master ..."

Just as I knew I couldn't take anymore, he pulled off
again. I was beside myself with lust and humiliation.
I was crying.

"Please, Master," I whimpered. "Please. I'll do
anything. Anything. Just fuck me. Please, Master.
Please. I'm begging you. I can't take anymore."

He didn't say anything. After a few moments, he got
off the bed, and I heard the bathroom door close. I
was alone again and shivering from head to toe.
"Please, Master, please," I pleaded softly in the
empty room. "Please come and fuck your little
cockwhore."