From: kmcd@flowbee.interaccess.com (Kevin McDonald)
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Subject: Tough Love (M/M, s/m & b/d)
Date: 29 May 1995 19:05:40 GMT
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Standard disclaimer: If you're under 18 or if male/male b/d & s/m isn't your
cup of tea, bail out now.
Author's note: This is my first attempt at writing this kind of story. If it
receives positive feedback I may be inclined to write more
escapades into the realm of my adventures with Mike. There is
a "Mike" I knew in college, however all of the events
described below are fictitious, although it would have been
fantastic if they really had happened.
Warning: This story contains acts of unprotected sex. The author does not
condone such acts in today's world of STDs and AIDS. Nevertheless,
I hope you enjoy the following story.
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Tough Love
Mike was my roommate for two years in college, however I had known him
since we were freshmen. From the first moment I saw him at the freshman
orientation sessions I knew I had to get to know him. God, he was georgous to
look at. Standing just over 6 feet tall, his swimmer's build combined with a
mop of curly black hair, pouting full lips, and the most vibrant hazel green
eyes I had ever seen made him irresistable. To make a long story redundant,
I introduced myself and we soon became fast friends. For two years I lusted
after him. How many times had I longed to hold him close to me and tell him
my true feelings.
During our junior year, I came one step closer to having him. We decided
to find an apartment together. Right from the start, I realized I'd made a
terrible mistake. Now, being so close to him, being under the same roof with
him, I found it almost impossible to resist his boyish charms. How many times
had I sneaked a peek at him while he prepared to take a shower? Those breif
glimpes revealed a young man whose body was well toned from years of cross
country bike riding and weight training. His ass, two hairless plump mounds
of muscle, was a true "bubble butt". His sinewy arms and legs moved with such
grace. I had to have him. That's when I conceived my plan.
We lived together again our senior year in the same apartment. But,
unknown to Mike, I had rented another one room apartment on the top floor of
another nearby building. I was able to afford this as my grandmother had left
a sizeable amount of money to me after she died when I was in highschool. Now
that I was over 21, I was able to draw on that money. So, I set about turning
my one room apartment into my personal playroom. I bought padding (wrestling
mats to be exact) and covered the walls and floor of the main room with them.
I also installed eyebolts at key places in the floor and ceiling. In
addition, I bought numerous devices of pain and pleasure from several adult
bookstores not far from campus. Now I had everything I needed, almost. The
last piece of equiptment I needed I was going to have to make myself. Now, I
was an electrical engineering major <grin> and so I set about constructing a
"little black box". By the time I was finished, It had numerous leads and a
variable resistor for each lead. But, the crowning glory of the device was an
automated pulse circuit with a timing mechanism.
Now all I had to do was wait for the right time. That time came at the
end of the first semester our senior year. It had been a difficult semester
for both of us. Mike had no idea how difficuld it had been for me. We both
went out to celebrate the end of finals. It was a Friday and neither of us
had plans to return home for the Christmas break until the following Tuesday.
We both drank heavily, however I curbed my intake around 11 PM while Mike
kept drinking (with a little prodding from me). The wheels had been set in
motion and everything was falling into place. As the night wore on, Mike got
more and more drunk. When the bars finally were closing, I had to support him
as we walked towards the apartment, MY apartment. When we got to the building
we climbed the stairs to the top floor. Our apartment together was also on
the top floor of our building and Mike was so out of sorts that he didn't
notice it wasn't the same building. When we got to the door, I fumbled for
the key. While I did this, I had to take my arm from around Mike so I could
unlock the door. Without my support, he started to slump against me. Before
he could fall to the ground, he lached on to me with both his arms around my
neck. His face was now only inches from the side of mine.
"Hang in there Mike, we're almost home," I said.
"Kev," whispered Mike to my ear, "you're so good to me. Thanks."
At this point he tightened his grip around my neck and drew himself up
closer to me. He embraced me warmly and I just rocked back and forth with him
for a few minutes. God, I was longing for him now. I gently broke the hug
and inserted the key into the lock. I pushed the door open and gingerly
helped Mike to a couch near the door. All the lights were off and it was dark
so, combined with the effects of the alcohol, he had no idea where he really
was. I was so close to realizing my dreams of the past three and a half
years.
"Let the games begin!" I thought.
Within a few minutes, Mike had passed out and lay unconscious on the
sofa. I worked quickly, lest he should wake before he, and I, were prepared.
I started by removing his shoes and socks. My hands were trembling. I
couldn't believe this was happening. I paused for a second to collect myself
and then continued.
Next I undid his belt and zipper on his jeans. Being careful so as not
to rouse him from his slumber, I carefully slid his jeans down his body,
revealing those toned and powerful legs that tempted me so. Having now
removed his pants (but not his BVDs yet) I turned my attention to his
sweatshirt. Carefully I raised each of his arms above his head. Wasting no
further time, I removed his shirt. He was now nearly naked, and what a sight
to behold! Laying there, he looked so peaceful and delicious. I now knew
what I had to do.
Gingerly, I sat him upright and draped his arms around my shoulders,
moving him to the center of my playroom. As he lay on the padded floor, I
attached leather cuffs to each of his wrists. Each cuff had a "D"-ring on it
and to these I attached two long lenghts of reinforced nylon rope. Taking the
other end of these lengths, I threaded them first through eyebolts in the
ceiling above and then through wrachet devices in the floor. Arranging his
body so I could hoist Mike up, I began to pull the ropes. With each click of
the wratchets, his arms and then his whole body was raised off the floor. I
stopped when his knees were slightly bent.
Next, I attached a spreader bar between his legs with a rubber cuff
around each ankle. I anchored this securely to the floor at each end on the
bar and then stood back to admire my handy-work. He was absolutely
delectable! But I wasn't finished yet. Still uncouscious, I approached him
with my bag of toys. Delving into my bag, I produced one of my favorite
torture devices, "the seven gates of Hell", an insidious device consisting of
several increasingly smaller metal rings connected by a flat strap of leather.
Taking a pair of scissors, I cut his underpants away. His cock was a sight to
behold! About 5 inches soft. I couldn't stand it, he was so damned
beautiful! His balls hung low with just a trace of peachfuzz type hair
covering them. With newfound determination, I fed his shaft and balls through
the largest ring with little difficulty followed by the rest of his shaft
throught the remaining six rings. It looked innocent enough now but just wait
till I get him hard. Hell be begging for me to remove it.
Reaching back into my bag of tricks, I produced a ball stretcher which I
proceeded to fasten around his nut sac. On the bottom of this stretcher there
was a small metal ring to which I attached a 5 foot piect of nylon
clothesline. In the floor below Mike's balls was another eyebolt through
which I threaded the clothesline and pulled it a little past the point of
being taught. Now, if he tried to straighten his legs, he'd get a painful
yank on his testicles.
At this point Mike started to groan. He's regain full consciousness soon
so I had to move quickly. I took two hoods from my bag. I fitted myself with
the executioner's hood and Mike with the slave's hood. His had holes for his
ears, eyes, nose and mouth. There were snaps on the side of his hood where
various devices could be attached. I snapped the blinders into place cutting
off his vision. Next, I fitted an inflatable gag to the hood. With a little
effort, I was able to feed the inflating balloon between his teeth into his
mouth. I didn't inflate it yet, that was for later...
There now remained only two more touches to be added. From my bag of
tricks I pulled two final devices; a 8 inch butt plug and a catheter. Taking
his "gates of Hell" encased cock into my hand, I began to feet the catheter
into his urethra. It didn't take long for his cock to grow to its full 7
inches. This made it easier to insert the catheter. Finally, I hit bottom,
so to speak. Moving behind Mike, I greased up the butt plug. Spreading his
ass cheeks revealed his rosebud anus. Unable to help myself, I tounged his
mancunt. This produced the first real reaction from Mike, he began to moan as
he woke. Without further hesitation, I spread his cheeks and shoved the butt
plug home. This brought him around and he screamed in pain as the cone shaped
object raped his ass. His sphincter closed around the narrower base of the
plug and it was now firmly in place.
Now fully conscious he started to take in his surroundings as well as his
predicament.
"What the fuck is going on," he demanded.
"Now, now. Calm down my dear Mike. Everything will become apparent
soon," I chided.
"Let me out of this you bastard. I'll fucking kill you," he screamed.
"Will you now," I replied. "I think we've heard enough out of you for
the time being."
With that I walked in front of him and started to inflate the gag.
"Just who the fuck are you and why are you doing thi....."
His words were cut short as the gag inflated inside his mouth. Still
struggling, Mike tried to push the gag out of his mouth. But it would do him
no good, it was there to stay. Taking a step back, I gave a sharp yank to the
cord pulling his balls to the floor. He winced in pain and tried to back away
by straightening his legs. He soon realized this was a major mistake as the
cord tugged even harder at his balls. He grimaced and started to make moaning
sounds through the gag.
"Now Mike, there are going to have to be a few groung rules here," I
instructed. "First, you are not to make any sound unless I give you
permission. Second, you will follow all of my instructions without
hesitation. Third, if you are given the privlage of speech you will speak
only when spoken to and address me as Sir or Master."
At this Mike started to struggle in his bonds and tried to yell something
through his gag.
"Have you forgotten rule number one already slave?" I questioned.
I started to inflate the gag more and Mikes eyes got wide. He continued
to yell into the gag and I continued to inflate the gag until he fell silent.
"Now, isn't that better"
Mike shook his head no several times.
"Well, you better start to appreciate it or things will get far worse for
you than this."
I approached my captive and began to caress his muscular frame. He tried
to pull away but he was securely bound and there was no escape. Several times
he ended up pulling on the rope attached to his ball stretcher and each time
he winced in pain. Moving around to his front, I caressed his pectorals.
Holding his chest between my hands, I rubbed my thumbs over his nipples and
circled them with my tounge.
His struggles lessened at this and he started to moan in pleasure. Now
I'm getting someplace, I thought. Moving from one to the other I sucked his
nipples into my mouth and flicked my tounge over the sensitive tips. Mike was
now writhing in extacy and was really getting into the scene. Then, abruptly,
I stopped. He began to protest and as I reached for the inflator on the gag
he quieted down.
"Listen up slave, you're here for my pleasure, not yours. The sooner you
understand that, the more you'll enjoy this scene," I barked.
Moving to his legs, I ran my tounge up the inside of his thighs. My
slave must be ticklish sinse he started to jerk around at this. This could
prove to be an interesting trait to exploit. I continued my assult on his
thighs as he squirmed with my ministrations. His cock was rock hard so I knew
he was enjoying this. I backed away and retrieved my final instrument of
torture, the black box.
As Mike was blindfolded, he was unable to see what I was about to do. I
attached an electrode lead to the catheter in his cock and six more to the
gates of Hell confining his prick shaft. Moving behind him, I took hold of
the base of the buttplug and started a gentle undulating motion with it
rubbing it over his prostate. His muscles tensed every time the plug made
contact with his prostate and he moaned deeply into the gag. I continued this
for several minutes and noticed his cock was leaking precum freely. As I had
done with his nipples, I abruptly stopped my stimulation of his erogenous
zones. And, as before, he began to protest.
"Won't you ever learn. You've got to follow the rules or I'll have to
punish you. Now, prepare for your punishment."
He started to squirm but it wasn't going to do him any good. I grabbed a
set of tit clamps and put them on without any preparation. He screamed into
the gag as the clamps bit into his tender tit flesh. I moved away from his
writhing form and admired my acconplishments. Here was this totally hot guy I
had lusted after for over three years and now he was mine to do with as I
please. His muscles flexed as he tried to break his bonds and a light sweat
had broken out all over his body. Perfect, I thought, the sweat should add
nicely to the effect of what's about to come.
Moving to the "black box" I checked that it was in order and then began
the next phase of Mike's torture. Turning on the device, I set the resistors
to the high setting and pushed the "execute" button. The pulse surged into
his cock through the catheter and Mike jumped so hard I thought he's pull his
balls off the way the rope tugged at the stretcher. Quickly I switched the
circuit over to the electrodes attachet to the gates of Hell and pushed the
execute button. He jumped again and this time tears started to run down his
cheeks. Stepping forward, I caressed his face and wiped his tears away.
"There now. I won't do that again unless you displease me. Do you
understand?"
He nodded his head yes and I caressed his cheek one more time before
removing his blindfold and stepping back. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to
the light but finally settled down. I had removed my hood but stood behind
Mike. Walking around in front of him, I allowed Mike to finally see the face
of his captor. He grew suddenly still and his eyes grew wide with disbelief.
"Yes Mike, its me. I'm responsible for your entire predicament. Do you
know how long I've lusted after you, do you? Ever since I saw you at freshman
orientation I knew I had to have you. For two years I waited patiently to see
if there was any sign you felt the same. I longed for you for so long. Then,
when we agreed to live together in an apartment, I thought that finally, I
might be able to explore my feelings toward you and hopefully find out if you
felt the same. But nothing happened, you were a great friend but never did I
feel anything more than that from you. I was crushed, all my hopes seemed to
be slipping away. This was the only way I could think to finally have you as
my own. So many times I jacked off with a vision of you in my mind and close
to my heart. It just started to become too painful. You frustrated me so
much when I never got any signs from you how you felt. Now its payback time.
I'm going to show you how it feels to be as frustrated as I was and I'm going
to do it with this." I motioned to the black box.
He violently shook his head no, remembering the intense pain it caused
earlier.
"Oh don't worry, my dear Mike. I won't have it set on high like I did
before. Quite the opposite as a matter of fact. I think you'll find it most
stimulating."
He seemed to calm down when I said this. He wouldn't be that calm for
long though. I had another setting designed into the device that would have
him begging to cum. On the low setting with the automatic pulse setting
selected, I could send a 10 second pulse of electricity into his cock, causing
a tingling feeling that was sure to keep him hard but not to last long enough
for him to cum. After the pulse there was a downtime of 50 seconde before the
next pulse, just enough time for that tingling "I'm ready to shoot" feeling to
subside. Seeing everything was set, I pressed the execute button and the
torment began. Mike tensed as his cock received the first pulse. Me moaned
in pleasure.
"The way the device is set up now, it will deliver one 10 second pulse
every minute. It will bring you to the edge but you won't be able to cum.
Now I know that dosen't sound that bad but after 30 minutes or so the pain in
your nuts wanting to release their load and the pain in your cock shaft from
the continues over stimulation will have you begging me to let you cum.
You've kept me frustrated for 3 and a half years, Mike, and I think its only
fair that you experience just a fraction of that. I'm going to leave you here
for 3 and a half hours and when I return we'll see how cheerful you are."
With that, I turned and left the room for the kitchen, but not before
switching on a video camera in the corner of the room. I wanted to capture
every moment of his torment. Another pulse races through his cock just as I
was leaving and he moaned into the gag. The poor bastard, I thought, he has
no idea what he's in for.
I left the playroom flat and went back to our apartment to wait things
out. I must of jacked off three times while thinking of the bound, gagged and
tortured twink in the flat down the street. After about 3 hours I returned to
the playroom to see how mike was doing. I wanted to see the final few minutes
of my revenge. I walked into the flat and immediately Mike screamed into his
gag in my direction. He was dripping with sweat and just then another pulse
raced into his penis. He squealed and writhed in his restraints. Oh was I
going to enjoy this. I went to the kitchen and got an egg timer. I brought
it back and set it for 20 minutes.
"This timer is set to 20 minutes, Mikey, the amount of time left in your
punishment. When it goes off I'll end your frustration, but not until."
I quickly stripped off my clothes and sat on the couch opposite Mike.
Slowly I jacked my cock while Mike struggled to somehow escape his captivity.
With every pulse from the box, Mike seemed to lose a little piece of his will
to resist. Finally, the timer went off. Mike immediately perked up and
started to plead through the gag. I walked up to him, rubbing my manhood on
his thigh, and took his face in my hands. Just then a pulse raced into his
manmeat and he began to cry. I reached behind me and turned the machine off.
An audible sigh of relief eminated from Mike and he sank in his bonds.
Acting quickly I began to remove the catheter and the gates of Hell. He
winced at the Gates came off but, like a good slave, kept silent. Next I
removed the ball stretcher and then moved behind him to remove the butt plug.
"Now this might hurt a little as I take it out but soon everything will
be better. Prepare yourself slave."
I took firm hold of the base of the plug and pulled it out in one smooth
effort. Mike's legs and arms tensed to their maximum as the widest part of
the plug moved through his sphincter. But his pain quickly turned to relief
as I withdrew the plug. Now moving back around front, I ran my hands over his
chest and removed the tit clamps. He again spasmed as the blood rushed back
into his tits. Massaging them, I lessened his discomfort. Now, I decided to
remove his gag.
"Mike, I'm going to remove the gag now but you have to promise me you
will remain absolutely silent otherwise I won't let you cum and I'll leave you
hang here for the rest of the night. Mike shook his head yes in understanding
and I reached for the gag. Deflating the balloon, I removed the attachment
from his hood and then removed the hood all together. His hair was matted and
wet with sweat as was the rest of his body. He started to say something but I
put my fingers to his lips to quiet him. He looked deeply into my eyes and I
returned his gaze. Although defeated, he has an almost soulful look in his
eyes. I lower myself against his torso until my mough is just inches away
from his cock. Hefting his balls in my left hand and holding the base of his
cock with my right, I wasted no time in going down on the entire length of his
shaft.
"Oh God, yes. Kev, that feels so good. Please don't stop. Oh God, oh
God," Mike was moaning. "Yes, lick my cock. Oh yessssssss."
I continues going up and down on his meat stopping on each up stroke to
tounge his piss slit. He began to squirm uncontrollably as he threw his head
back in extacy.
"Oh, Kev. Yes, do me, please. Oh God, oh yes, oh God. Yes, yesssss,
yesssss. Oh, Oh, Oh, Ohhhh." Mike's breaths came in short gasps as he neared
climax. "Yessssss. OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Mike hissed through clenched teeth ad he tumbled over the edge in to the
abyss of pleasure. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times, then more. He
was cumming a river! Six, seven, eight spasms racked his muscled frame before
he was done. His cum was sweet and salty. I savored it in my mouth before
standing up and locking my mouth to his. His lips parted and he accepted my
tounge and his own semin. He breathed his hot breath into my mouth. It was
as if new life had been breathed directly into my very soul. I swooned as did
he before we broke the kiss.
"Oh Kev, I've wanted you for so long. You were never unappreciated, I
was just scared. I love you and I want to be with you."
Tears welled up in his eyes and mine. I released his legs and arms from
their bindings and we sunk to the floor in each others arms. We cuddled for
several minutes and then drifted off into a peaceful slumber in each others
arms.
THE END
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Well, please let me know what you think. I was quite pleased with it
after I banged it out this morning. Please e-mail me with your comments
and if you think I should write more such stories.
kmcd@interaccess.com