Date: Mon, 26 Nov 2007 01:41:07 EST
From: no.drah@yahoo.co.uk
Subject: Glen

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eher you live. If so - it's not for you!

Glen took a shower and walked back naked into the hotel bedroom. The man,
who had showered earlier, was ready for him. He stood erect, shoulders thrust
back, legs apart and his hands on his hips. He exuded authority. He wore
nothing  but a black, silky thong, which far from hiding, actually
accentuated the impressive equipment it enclosed.
The room had been changed. It was a big  enough to take the two single beds
end on. They were now together, foot to  foot.
`Been doing some furniture moving?' quipped Glen. The man said nothing.  He
beckoned and then pointed at his thong. Glen obeyed. They had often met for
mutual pleasure, but this was the first time they had been away together.
As  he crossed the room, he studied his companion. Significantly older,
athletic and  tanned. The old desire rose within him.
He put one arm round the man's  shoulders and kissed him fully on the lips.
His other gently massaged the bulk  inside the thong.
`Take it off and worship my dick.' He spoke in a strangely  matter of fact
way. He knew he would be obeyed. Glen knelt, grasped the sides of  the thong
and pulled it to the ground in one swift movement. Greedily he grasped  the man'
s full equipment and took several inches of impressive dick into his  mouth.
He licked it up and down. He caressed it. He sucked the bell hard so that  his
cheeks were drawn in. Then he slid the shaft slowly to its full length. He
glanced up into the man's face. His reward was an approving smile and a sigh of
pure pleasure.
At length the man spoke again. `Lie down on the bed. Face  down.' He obeyed.
His wrists and ankles were bound and he was stretched out,  attached starwise
to the bedheads. There had been times when they had played at  bondage
before, but this felt different. It was for real. A tingling doubt  started in his
navel and burst in his head as he realised he was a prisoner with  very little
room for manoeuvre. He felt scared, but excited. They were exploring  new
realms. He would follow the road to its conclusion.

He felt the palm  of a hand between his shoulder blades and smelt the heady
aroma of massaging  oils. He relaxed as every part of his available flesh was
anointed, pleasured  and massaged. Special attention was paid to his pelvic
region. He felt lips as  well as fingers on his skin on numerous occasions. He
relaxed and enjoyed.

Now legs were forcing their way under his. The man was sitting between  his
legs, his knees under Glen's hips, having the effect of raising his buttocks
and with his legs already quite wide apart his orifice was mercilessly exposed
to the world at large.

It is well known that this is the last stage of  surrender. A man will expose
his buttocks if he has to. He will cover his  genitals to the end, but never
will he want anyone to gaze on his anus. That  position was maintained for
some time. Glen's senses had sharpened dramatically.  Even now, he could still be
embarrassed at a prolonged examination of his dark  hole.

He felt the lightness of a finger touch, gently exploring, making
acquaintance. It felt good. He cried out with sudden surprise and pleasure when  he felt
the unique sensation of a tongue tip at his very gates. The man did not
hurry. Slowly with fingers, but increasingly with his tongue and lips, the area
was pleasured to the full.
`Thank you, thank you, oh yes please. I want to be  your slave' Glen moaned.
His reward was more oils and further oral  exploration.

Suddenly, there was a sharp slap on his rump. He jumped, but  relaxed to
enjoy half a dozen more blows. The man wriggled from under Glen and  stood beside
him. There was some movement he couldn't see, but very soon heard  the `swish'
 and felt the `thwack' of a leather belt making contact with his
defenceless buttocks. It was not unpleasant, but more intense than the hand. A  thought
crossed his mind. `What happens if I don't want what's coming next? How  much
can I take? How far will he go? If I ask him to stop, will he?'
Before  he could ponder these questions further, another blow was planted in
the same  region. It was a little harder and followed by two more, each more
serious than  the one before. The last one really stung.
`Please sir, please sir', he  called out, `Don't hurt me!'
The reply was another blow -- the hardest yet.  Then one that crashed down
with a force that made him yelp with pain.
Almost  immediately, he felt soothing oils poured onto and massaged into his
glowing  flesh. That felt so good! The whole experience was new and a bit
frightening,  but what a switch on!
`My slave obeys me at all times without question'. He  spoke quietly, but
with great authority. `I do whatever I choose and he will  submit.'
This was clearly not a democratic relationship. But the beating  stopped.

The caressing resumed, all over his back and legs, but with  special
attention to the point of potential invasion. The man lay full length on  top of him,
sliding around over his lubricated body. He played for a long time,  sometimes
embracing him, sometimes turning his head to kiss him, now fingering  his
hole, now two fingers, fondling, stretching, preparing.

At length  Glen felt his buttocks being pulled wide apart and the warm
firmness of a large  knob probing his anus. He sighed with anticipation. This was
bliss. The man  still didn't hurry, he teased for a while, but then Glen felt
him tense  slightly. Two hands gripped his hips. The knob thrust through the
portal. It was  big and the initial entrance hurt. It always did, but the pain
very quickly  passed. The man relaxed with no more than his bell inside Glen. In
his  excitement it would have been only too easy for him to ejaculate there
and then.  But he wanted a lot more.

Glen surrendered to the advance. That lovely  knob felt soooo good inside
him. He closed his eyes, relaxed and concentrated on  his feelings.

The generous application of oils and ointments meant there  was no resistance
to the invading force. He glided in smoothly. He did not  immediately take
full possession however, but begun slow, short piston strokes,  each bringing
his knob to tug at the back door without quite going back outside.  Each stroke
probed a little deeper until Glen felt the rough rasp of pubic hair  against
his own smoothness.

The man paused. He slid his hands under  Glen's body. One travelled north to
his throat and grasped, safely but firmly.  The other took the hippy trail
south and arrested the treasure to be found  there, also with considerable
firmness.

He was now held in a vice, four  limbs stretched out to the four bedposts;
four limbs wrapped round him like a  straightjacket and one member, although the
smallest, ruling him and forcing him  into total subjection by pinning him to
the bed beneath. He felt teeth grasp the  nape of his neck and embraced the
moment of his total surrender. He was  physically imprisoned and barely able to
move, but most of all it was a deeply  spiritual experience. He surrendered
his independence to another and felt the  thrill of possession. The king was
ruling and he was an absolute monarch. He  would do what he chose and Glen
would have no choice but to obey.
For some  time he just groaned and sighed. He felt so wonderfully fulfilled.
In this man's  firm grip there was so much satisfaction and both were
savouring the moment to  the full. He understood the term 'one flesh'. They
had merged into each  other.

His captor spoke again. This time, little more than a whisper, but  with the
same unchallengeable authority. `I'm going to fuck you. No this isn't
fucking yet. I'm going to drive it hard all the way. Then I'm going to plant my
seed inside you. That will be my mark of ownership. It is how I shall brand you,
 claim you and possess you. I am conquering you and making you my property.
My  cock is further inside you than anyone has ever been before and I shall
make  sure he will go further still, to a depth that no-one will ever reach
again.  Then I shall fill you with my seed.'
Glen replied, not with words, but with  an upward thrust of his hips, so that
maximum penetration could be achieved.  `Good boy' the man spoke softly and
affectionately. `I know you like to take it  in your mouth, but this time it'
s going deep inside you. It's the way I shall  brand you, my mark of ownership.
'
`Yes, please, please fuck me, please take  it deep into me, please', Glen
prattled in reply. `Oh fuck me, fuck me.' He  wanted it. He was begging for it.
And he was going to get it.

Prompted by  Glen's willing response, the man stuffed a couple of pillows
under his stomach  to maximize the potential penetration. The restraining cords
were now very taut,  leaving Glen even less possibility of movement. Before he
continued, the man's  hands slipped back to their previous duties.
Now he began to thrust deeply  and pushed as hard as he could. Glen wondered
if the bed would take it. There  followed long, strong strokes, slowly and
deliberately at first, but soon  working to a frenzy. They were both grunting,
groaning and wailing with  pleasure. They were united in the bliss of one flesh.
At last he stopped.  Then, with one final thrust, he crashed down harder than
ever, deep into Glen's  body. Glen felt the tensing of a hundred muscles and
heard the gasping that told  him he was receiving his branding. With great
gushes the man's fluid pumped into  him, truly where none had been before, nor
would ever likely be able to achieve  in the future.
After a couple of minutes of panting and sweating, the man  relaxed, using
Glen as a mattress. He even dozed off for a few minutes. When he  woke, his
member was small and peaceful, still inside his servant's body, but as  he
stretched, it finally slipped out.
The man stood up and went for another  shower.

When he finally returned, fully clothed, he laughed at Glen,  still totally
and nakedly immobile. `You do look a walley' he said, slapped his  buttocks
and untied him.