Message-ID: <083302Z18071995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an150032@anon.penet.fi (....Mercury....) X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous forwarding service Reply-To: an150032@anon.penet.fi Date: Tue, 18 Jul 1995 08:24:30 UTC Subject: ChipMonk (M/M, magic) Lines: 109 z z Another story donated to the denizens of A. S. S. z z by ... M e r c u r y ... z z I RISE when things get HOT! z zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz z z A GLIMPSE z z A glimpse through an interstice caught, z Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around z the stove late of a winter night, z and I unremark'd seated in a corner, z Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently z approaching and seating himself near, that he may z hold me by the hand, z A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of z drinking and oath and smutty jest, z There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking z little, perhaps not a word. z z -- Walt Whitman z zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz z z Notes : z z 1. I did not write this story and do not know who did. z 2. If you're a biW/A m/f 18-24 looking for friends, write. z 3. VOTE in the next election! z FROM: CHIPMONK Area # 203 (Fantasy (GSN) TO: ALL MSG # 629, May-18-94 11:55am SUBJECT: Loveitorleaveit II Chip was blind and unable to move as much as a finger, but he could still hear and feel things. The air was full of whispering voices promising a fantasy of erotic pleasures, some Chip had done before, others that he had never dreamed were possible! At the same time every inch of his body was being caressed by hot warm air. His cock was throbbing, near to bursting so pent up was his desire. He could feel the urge to cum build and build, getting oh so close to release but not quite there. The metal plug up his arse was pulsing as well, the pressure on his prostrate was maddening. He groaned in both desire and pain as every fibre of his body begged for release. His groans turned to screams as the pleasure turned to pain and when it seemed that his very heart would burst the voices and caresses vanished and he felt himself falling. Chip crashed into a cold stone floor, the touch of the stone against his hypersensitive, hairless body was too much to bear and as his balls and dick smashed against the floor his orgasm hit him. He writhed and squirmed, squeezing his buttocks around th e invading butt plug, gasping for air as every muscle in his body spasmed in time to the pulse of the cum jetting out of his blood red cock. As Chip debased himself in his own seed he heard two men laughing; one was his lord, the other was the voice of the magician. "It's funny how the travel spell affects people", laughed the mage, " it always exposes them as what the really are!". "Yes," agreed my lord, "my warrior-boy was chosen and instructed from birth in the ways of pleasure and death, although pleasure seems to be his deepest desire". Once he had recovered his breath Chip crawled across the floor towards his lord's feet and touched his mouth to them in acknowledgment of his duty and station. Like a snail he left a trail of cum and sweat across the floor. Chip was ignored by both of the men who towered over him and he mentally groaned when he heard his lord refer to the magician as brother. Without knowing, he had insulted a member of his lord's family and he knew that his punishment would be harsh! Without warning the metal butt plug began to grow, Chip gasped in surprise as his arse was stretched wider and wider. His Lord's foot came down upon his back, "so, Chip you insulted my brother, not a clever thing to do ... are you willing to accept your punishment?". "Willingly master", Chip gasped as his arse was filling and filling. With his lord's foot holding him down all he could do was sweat, groan and wait for the devil's plug to stop growing. Many times he screamed as his arse was stretched wider and wider, but the quite murmuring of the magician continued and the plug kept growing. Chip's entire body was bathed in sweat, for now the plug was larger than his lord's fist; it had only been a moon ago when Chip had first surrendered his arse to his lord in such a manner and the experience had both pained and terrified him. Chip started to panic as the pain in his arse kept growing, was this never to stop? Seeing this his lord, pressed down with his foot and at the same time spoke in a calming voice, instructing Chip to relax, concentrate his mind and entire being on his arse and to surrender to his brother's will. Hearing the soft tones of the man who had protected nurtured and owned him from the day he came of age, Chip stopped panicking, his mind calmed and his arse gave in to the invader. Chip centred his mind and focused on moving above and beyond the pain. He stopped fighting it and began to absorb it into his being, feeding his soul with his own agony. As his mind focused the plug stopped growing, then with a shout from the mage it vanished. Chip's mental control vanished with the plug. He arse went from overfull to empty and as the walls of his gut slapped together and his sphincter gaped like a dead fish all control left him, he found his voice and the warrior's death yell filled the cavern. Chip began to fall back into the darkness his last memory was of his lord telling him "the time of the testing is upon you, make me proud". ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. If you reply to this message, your message WILL be *automatically* anonymized and you are allocated an anon id. Read the help file to prevent this. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.