Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2003 20:03:39 EDT
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 6

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                       Enslaving David

                        By SolCorazon


Chapter 6


So here we were.
I could tell his day had been as brutal as mine.
I could tell that part of it was "us."
This had to be as crazy for him as it was for me.

I'm a simple man. To me, everything is pretty much black and
white. Discerning shades of gray is hard for me. Impossible
really. Seeing life and death up close on a daily basis does
that to you, I think.

Watching a family fight over money while the still warm body
of their dead mother lay cooling in the room, seeing a
couple of kids coming in with holes in their chests, after
beefin over a piece of the block they live on, seeing a two
year old girl fighting for her life after the rest of her
family had been plowed down by some guy on his way home from
the bar, had made this day rougher than most.

Having to be the one to tell the two year old's grandmother
that the little girl was the only survivor of the crash, had
to be devastating. His eyes were haunted and there were
bruised circles beneath.

For the first time, my inner demons remained quiet when I
kissed him.

He clung to me like I was the rock he was sitting on, in the
middle of a raging sea. His lips were tender and felt like
velvet beneath my own. He kissed me frantically, kneading my
shoulders and rubbing himself against me. I pulled back and
he leaned his forehead against my chest.

Now, I know that my heart is not in the center of my chest,
but as I held him against me, there was an ache there, right
in the middle of me, burning and hurting and I knew it was
my heart. He was seething with all of the things that had
happened today, everything that had transpired between us
over the past couple of weeks and all of the things neither
one of us was brave enough to say.


I was vibrating, energy humming, shaking in his arms and
short circuiting on everything that I was feeling. One more
kiss. That's all I need. I lifted his chin and laid my mouth
against his once again.

He made a muffled, helpless sound. I felt his tongue enter
my mouth, tentatively seeking my own. I drank him. I started
with little controlled sips at first, as though I could stop
at any moment. Any time I wanted, I could end this. Then I
took longer gulps, savoring his taste, swallowing his spit,
sliding my tongue against his, over and over again.

Oh God.

I put both hands on the sides of the v neck of the scrub top
he was wearing and I pulled. I ripped the shirt open and he
gasped into my mouth. I lifted my mouth away from his
briefly to remove my top and pulled him back against me. I
drank again, huge, thirsty gulps from his sweet mouth. He
groaned, long, low and gritty as though the sound was pulled
from the depths of his soul.

I grabbed his hair and tugged. He shuddered. I reached down
with my other hand and pinched his left nipple between my
fingernails, cutting into the fragile tissue. Instead of
pulling away, he arched his chest upwards, seeking more. Oh.
Yeah.

I bit at his lips, across his neck and down to his chest
where I bit down on the nipple I had just pinched. His knees
buckled and he staggered against me.

I pulled him over to the couch, sat down and threw him
across my lap. I yanked his pants down and bared his ass. It
was small, round and muscular. My hand crashed down against
his butt with a sharp, ugly cracking sound. I think that at
first he was too stunned and caught off guard to react.

After that first shocking blow, I gently and teasingly
caressed the round globes of milky white flesh that were now
emblazoned with two bright red hand prints. When I slapped
his ass again, suddenly and viciously, he jerked reflexively
but didn't try to get away. His skin was satin beneath my
callused hands but his ass was rock hard and my hand stung
with each strike. There was no give; he was all muscle, no
cushion.

He raised his ass to meet my strikes and twisted and turned
in my lap, humping my leg. His dick was trapped by his scrub
bottoms and he was leaking so copiously that he was wetting
me too. I rolled him over a little so I could look at his
face. His eyes were glazed over and dreamy. Dorphed already
and I hadn't even gotten started yet.

"David," he murmured.

I couldn't tell if it was protest or acknowledgement. I
didn't care.

I rolled him back over so that he was facedown on my lap. I
pounded his ass with my left hand, holding him securely on
my lap with my right. His body was warm and hard and he was
stronger and heavier than he looked. The muscles in his arms
and back rippled enticingly with his movements.

`I'll do anything.'

Why had he told me that? It stuck in my brain. I couldn't
let it go.

A part of me was standing back, watching myself with horror.

What happened to communication? Negotiation? Safe word?

With 160 lbs of squirming, delicious man in my lap, the
other part of me said, fuck that.

And I let go.

I hurt him. I know the way I placed continuous blows against
his gorgeous ass hurt. I knew that first it would sting,
just the surface layer, then a deeper, searing ache, as I
struck hard and harder, vibrating through each layer of skin
then into the muscle. Still, when I broke rhythm, he'd raise
his ass, searching for the next blow and his cock remained
hard and wet against me.

They call it a power exchange, transference of energy. I
don't know. All I know is, I felt all of that pressure, all
of that stuff that had been festering inside of me,
coalesce, pass through him and back into me repeatedly so
that I knew what he was feeling and I could tell he was
feeling me too.

I couldn't think, couldn't reason. I pushed him off my lap,
onto the floor and shoved my pants down. He lay there, flat
on his back, chest heaving, watching me with that intense
grey blue stare. I pulled one of his legs out of his scrubs
and pushed both of his thighs back against his chest.

I had enough presence of mind to grab a small bottle of lube
from beneath a couch cushion and to spill the greasy fluid
onto my cock and several fingers. I thrust three fingers
inside of him impatiently. His back arched and his eyes
rolled to the back of his head.

I collapsed on top of him and shoved my cock inside of him
with one quick, forceful thrust. He wrapped his legs tightly
around my back. The inside of him felt so good. So fuckin
good. It was like being inside a vat of warm, freshly
churned butter.

He lifted his hips upwards, rocking himself against me.

"Oh David, oh David, oh David," he said brokenly.

My entire being was suffused with a fiery, almost unbearable
wave of heated pleasure. My head fell back and for a moment
my entire body went limp with it. It had been so long, so
long since I had immersed myself in the flesh of another
human being. And even then, it had been nothing like this.

I couldn't breathe; I was gasping and sucking air. I
couldn't get my body to work. I was sinking into him and
back out of him automatically. My body was seeking the
inside of his without my conscious control.

He pulled my face down to his. Once our lips met, I was
gone, enraptured by sensation, by Kevin: his smell, his
slick, heated skin, being enveloped in his molten, tight,
honey sweet ass. His soft voice, whispering in my ear, told
me how much he needed me, wanted me, craved me and how he
had been dying for me for so long, took me deeper.

I hunched into him rapidly and he met my thrusts eagerly.
Just when I was about to cum, I pulled out. I aimed my cock
at him, fisting myself frenziedly and then came all over
him, spraying thick, creamy gouts of my cum everywhere.
Kevin went crazy. He started rubbing my cum into his skin,
all over his body, and then licked the excess off of his
hands.

He hurled himself at my cock, tasting me, sucking hungrily
and licking me clean.  I was still hard, still on edge.
Still high.

We both became conscious of his rock hard cock at the same
time. He reached down towards his dick and his hand hovered
there for a few seconds but he didn't touch himself. I moved
his hand away, pushed him onto his back and covered him,
kneeling on all fours over top of him. I grasped the base of
his cock with one hand and scraped at the sensitive area on
the underside of his cock with the other.

He whimpered and flung his arms outward. His hips rocked
back and forth.

"More," he begged. "Pleassssse, David."

I flipped him onto his side and slid behind him. I
positioned his top leg over mine and rubbed my cock in the
crack of his ass, gliding across his anus and the tender
skin behind his balls. Kevin was quivering all over; fine
shivers like he was having some type of seizure.

"Inside me, David," he said.

I ignored him and continued to slide my cock between his ass
cheeks. He started begging and pleading with me, almost
incoherent with need. I pulled back a little and rubbed the
wet tip of my cock against his anal lips. God, he was so
sensitive there. I thought he was gonna lose his mind. His
head shook back and forth and the rest of his body froze,
every muscle tense and hard.

"C'mon, baby, let me in," I told him.

His muscles relaxed incrementally and he backed his ass
against me. I inserted my cock into him with full awareness
of what I was doing this time. I was able to appreciate
every acute sensation as I sheathed my dick in Kevin's tight
anal passage. I bit his shoulder and clung to the flesh with
my teeth. He was so wet and hot inside; blistering, juicy,
luscious heat enclosed my cock as his anal muscles clenched
and released in response to my thrusts.

I shoved my cock in and out of him in a slow, smooth grind.
I trailed my hand up and down his torso, stroking the front
of him, everywhere except his cock. When I finally slid my
hand down the front of him and started light, even strokes
on his cock, he begged me to stop.

"No, nononono, oh no, I'll cum, I'll cum like this."

I wondered if like me, he wanted this to last forever. If
like me, he was afraid that this thing between us would burn
out as rapidly as it had flashed into being. He tried to
pull my hand away but I tucked his arm under mine so he
couldn't move it. He started grinding his teeth and jerking
convulsively, trying to continue matching my rhythm but
unable to maintain enough control over his limbs to do so.

"I love fucking you," I groaned in his ear.

I left my hand on his cock until I thought he was right at
the edge; he was breathing rapidly and his muscles were
tight and hard against me. His cock was burning and
throbbing in my grasp. Just when I knew he was about to cum,
I snatched my hand away.

He uttered a heartfelt groan and I wasn't sure if it was
relief or disappointment. I wasn't finished with him yet,
though. I turned us over so that he was on his stomach and
then pulled him up so that he was on all fours.

I grabbed his hips and embedded myself into the center of
him. I probed around tenderly and was rewarded with a noisy
hiss. Kevin's back arched and I heard the raspy sounds of
his fingernails scratching across the carpet underneath him.
"Oh yeah, right there isn't it, baby?"

He nodded his head but didn't speak. He wasn't breathing.

Good.

Let me try that again.



I held his narrow hips in an iron grip and withdrew very,
very slowly. I paused for an endless second and then pushed
back into him, making sure that I hit that spot again, at
the same exact angle as I had before.


Kevin howled like a dog. His ass clenched around my dick so
hard that I thought he was gonna cut off my circulation. I
slid my cock back out of him again, slowly.


"No... nonono...please... David...don't take it out."


I rubbed my face against the silken skin on his back and
licked and kissed every surface of his skin that I could
reach, then I rotated my hips and screwed my cock back into
him centimeter by centimeter. I held his hips firmly,
resisting his attempts to push himself back onto me.


He groaned when I hit bottom. I ground myself into him,
trying to pierce my way through to the center of his soul. I
wrapped my arms around him and repositioned us so that he
was lying on the floor beneath me, his entire body covered
by mine.


"This is how I want you," I said. "This is the only place I
want to be."


I was too far gone to shut myself up. I really wasn't even
sure if I was speaking out loud. It felt like we were in our
own little world, a separate place, outside of time.


Each time I thrust into him, waves of pleasure radiated
outwards, spreading across my entire body. His body melted
into mine, he pressed back against me, moving with me like
we had done this a thousand times before.

I reached beneath us and clasped his cock. I didn't stroke
him or anything; the touch of my hand was enough. He bucked
violently and his cock erupted in my grasp, pulsating wildly
as his cum spewed out in copious amounts. I came with him,
holding myself still, my cock deep inside of him, filling
him.

He begged me to stay inside of him. I turned us over and
pulled the comforter off of the couch where it had remained
since the last time he had been here. I covered us up and we
fell asleep right there on the floor.

During the night, I awakened to find myself enfolded in his
arms. I had never slept with anyone before. I lay there,
unable to sleep, soaking in his touch like I was basking in
the warmth of the sun. That's what it felt like really.

He must have felt my wakefulness. He murmured sleepy,
incoherent words of comfort. I drifted back to sleep, calmed
by the sensation of his hand lazily combing through my hair.

Oh Kevin.