Date: Fri, 19 Jun 2009 14:05:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sticky Fingers <sticky.fingers@ymail.com>
Subject: Obsidian Initiate

This is an original story and it possesses sexually explicit homo-erotic
content.  Should there be any similarity to other works of fiction or real
life it is completely coincidental.  If it is unlawful for you to view this
then close your browser or navigate away from the story immediately.  If
you are somehow offended by the content after reading this disclaimer, well
DUH!


Obsidian Initiate
By
Sticky Fingers
stickey.fingers@ymail.com


      Salt.  The juices in my mouth began to flow in response to the
unexpected flavor as my tongue slid across my chapped lips.  A world of
darkness swallowed my sight and a thunderous roar seemed to crash back and
forth within my skull.

      Drunk with sleep I tried to roll over and felt something resist my
efforts.  Not only were my arms and legs immobile, I couldn't speak, and
the only thing holding me aloft seemed to be some sort of rounded pillar
just below the small of my back.

      My head hung back with no support.  A heat burned through me and a
sudden breeze cooled the fresh sheen of nervous sweat that erupted from my
pours.  I wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but a wave of goose bumps swept
across my flesh as though someone were painting a mosaic of terror.

      I didn't know which was worse.  Not being able to see, or not being
able to see and knowing it wasn't the result of a blindfold.  There was
nothing covering my eyes, but the complete absence of light had my mind
creating wild beasts poised to tear me limb from limb.

      My sleep-hazed mind went from neutral to hyper-alert in a matter of
seconds as I struggled against whatever bound my wrists and ankles.  The
last thing I could remember was being at a pledge party with my potential
future frat brothers.  One moment I was drinking a beer and stealing
glances at a perfectly round ass encased in denim, and the next, I was
here.

      A flash of white drew my attention and I lifted my head up in hopes
of discovering the source.  The light was weak and distant, but I clung to
the hope it gave me, and the thoughts that this might be some kind of
initiation into the fraternity.  Another burst of light provided a glimpse
into to my surroundings.  A constant roar of ocean waves crashing against
the shore filled my ears as a storm traveled along the horizon.  I was on
the beach and completely nude.

      The passing storm taunted me with brief opportunities to view the
world around me.  My arms and legs were spread wide and held in mid-air
like a sinister hammock of flesh and worn leather.  I was on my back, yet
held aloft with each of my limbs tethered to thick shafts climbing from the
rock and sand below.  I couldn't tell if they were monoliths of stone or
wood, but the damp sea air made them shimmer like polished obsidian in
reply to the torrent of lightning in the passing tempest.

      I had almost regained my composure when another flash revealed
several silhouettes that appeared to be cloaked figures of death.  I
couldn't see for certain how many there were, but I could tell that at
least six stood around me in a circle just beyond reach.

      Even though I could no longer see them, I knew they were there and I
struggled against my restraints and screamed into the night.  I wanted to
call out for help but I couldn't seem to form the words.  The almost
non-existent slack in my bindings did little more than build my frustration
and heighten my terror.  As the storm passed beyond the horizon, I could
feel the tension building in my chest and worse, my cock...it was swelling.

      My mind and body wanted to run screaming into the night and hide in
some safe place, and yet, my cock began to pulse with life as if to draw
even more attention to itself.

      "Be at ease, Kristof."  A chorus of voices hissed reassurance into my
mind as well as my ears.

      The darkness was playing with my mind, or at least I hoped.  The wind
caressed my body like feathery fingers as the acrid scent of the icy sea
drifted past my nose.  A strange peace filled me, and I was no longer able
to hang onto the panic that, only moments before, threatened to consume me.

      If I was drugged, as I suspected, I wanted this feeling to last
forever.  A warmth grew within my chest and radiated outward like the
ripples in a pond.  With this renewed heat my nervous chills rode each wave
into oblivion.

      My rigid cock now lay flat against my abdomen with the head burrowing
into my naval.  Each pulse and tap of its length against my skin made me
twitch with dread and anticipation.

      The pitch black of a moonless night hid my captors but I knew they
were still there.  My mind twisted each subtle kiss of the wind against my
skin into claws ripping through flesh in search of pieces of meat that
should not see the light.  A cooling pool of my cock's drool drew my
attention away from my imagined horrors and I yearned for the lash of a
whip or the delicate flutter of tongues against my flesh.  Something...
anything... was better than the near weightless suspension and sensory
deprivation I now endured.

      Suddenly a sharp edge leisurely trailed along my left hip.  Whether
it was a razor blade or fingernail I didn't know, but I welcomed and
relished the exquisite sensation.  My body lurched toward the intruder as a
muted groan escaped my throat.  At that moment I knew I desired whatever
they had to give me.

      The bizarre mix of voices spoke once more. "Do you accept this gift?"

      "Yes."  My mind struggled with the word but shear desperation forced
it from my lips.

      The same sharp tantalizing sensation seemed to be everywhere at once.
Deadly claws, razors' edge, or the well kept nails of many men now
traversed my body like a well known landscape.  Every inch of my flesh was
jealous of the other and was just as quickly soothed by the constant
traveling tactile delight.  No crack or crevice was left unexplored save
for my drooling and twitching cock.  Guttural moans and growls of some
strange animal filled my ears as I writhed against the sensuous torture.  I
was nearly insane with pleasure when I realized the primal sounds were my
own.

      When I thought I could stand no more, wet velvet assailants took me
to the next level of my insanity.  Too many tongues to count traveled the
length of my body in a procession of delicate bliss.  Occasional gentle
nibbles and the erratic graze of fang or tooth left my mind to languish
somewhere between heaven and hell.  My captors neglected my aching cock in
their exploration of my body and my heart thundered in my ears like a
native's drum.

      I was beyond what I thought a body could ever possibly endure when
warm wet silk enveloped my cock.  Screams filled my mind and every muscle
in my body tensed.  My eruption into the unknown delicious agony was
instant.  My cum seemed to draw from a deeper place within me than I knew
existed and was milked from my cock in heavy draughts that matched every
spastic pulse.

      Endless moments passed as my mind and body reeled.  Some time later
as my muscles relaxed I felt my weight rest against the smooth rounded
pillar below the small of my back.  My chest heaved as I tried to catch my
breath and recover from the most intense orgasm of my life.

      My mind was hazy but I remember thinking, 'You can untie me now'.  I
was mistaken.  This was far from over.


There is much more to come.  If what I have written has some how sparked
your interest please let me know.  It is the feedback that motivates me and
keeps me on track.

Hope to hear from you soon.

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