Date: Sun, 30 Oct 2011 21:42:57 -0600 From: Sam Subject: Learning The Ropes Chapter Eight: The Offering Chapter 8: The Offering Sir had just asked his assistant, Jemal, if he too thought I was ready. Ready for what? Even though I was still laying there, buck naked, spread out like an inflatable doll and shacked by my wrists, ankles, and neck to this fancy, padded wooden contraption they called a massage table, I was dammed curious. And now that the ball gag was out've my mouth, I took a chance, and asked? "Sir", ready for what?" At this, Sir did something I'd never yet seen him do, he busted out laughing. He looking down upon my naked, helpless form, and said "why you little, impertinent, cum & piss soaked little man cunt. Normally, I'd either whip your already red ass like a bad mule, or squeeze your nuts like plumbers putty for interrupting me like that. But, so far, you've actually impressed me today. Do you realize that you are the very first little piggy yet to take Jemal's cock all the way down your throat? And you can slurp down that piss like a college kid chugging beer, impressive." Trust me, that was not what I expected to hear at all. Shit, what was this, some sort of audition, or job interview? Not hardly. But none the less, flattery is flattery, and I did consider myself an exceptionally talented cocksucker & cum eater. And apparently, others now did too. Nice to be appreciated, I think, gulp. lol. And as nice as his compliments were, they still didn't answer my question. Ready for what? Instead of answering, Sir instead said to me, "boy, I'll bet your shoulders are really stiff by now, aren't they? What say we unhook your wrist shackles, and let you at least reposition those arms some." He couldn't have been more right. My shoulders were just aching horribly from being immobile for what had to be well over an hour now, aaarrrrggghhh. Sir unhooked the snap hook from my right wrist shackle just as Jemal did the same to my left one. The heavy leather wrist shackles were still on, but at least they were no longer stretched way out to my sides, and secured to the heavy table. UUhhh, my muscles seemed to literally creak from lack of use. Trying to move either arm was like trying to free up an old, rusty pump handle, creeeeaaaakk. With a few movements, soon I actually had both arns circling fairly well again. But, considering my ankles and neck were still very firmly secured, and that I couldn't reach any of those hooks, my arms were truly the only part of me that was now free. As if to help, Sir started deeply massaging my right arm, and Jemal my left. Ummm, god that felt good. I could just feel the blood flowing back into each one. As part of the massage, they each flexed, and worked my arms & shoulder through their full range of movements, including down by my side, and even under the padded plank I was still laying on. Then, at exactly the same instant, they gripped my arms really hard, stretched them down to my sides & just under the padded plank that was supporting me, and reattached the restraining cuffs to some other unseen eye bolt under my ass. With that done, and me in shocked surprise, Jemal looked down at me, grinned like he'd just discovered sex, and said to me, "hey thar little cock suka, yooz gonna get's a change a scenery, but I'm afraid you won't be seeing it," and then he just doubled over, busting a gut laughing." As Jemal was laughing, Sir took a damp towel, and carefully wiped most of the drying piss & cum off of my face. He then produced a very thick, padded, incredibly effective blindfold, and slipped it onto my head, completely blocking out any light at all. And then the real mystery commenced. I could feel them doing something to the bench I was laying on/strapped too. Beneath my shoulders & upper arms, I could feel the side extensions that my arms had been clipped to for the previous hour, somehow unhooked, and removed. Then I felt something unlatched, and the whole padded support plank that I was strapped to started to tilt. But it only tilted a bit before I both heard, and felt, something else unlatched, and suddenly the whole table was moving! I couldn't see, or move, but apparently this whole massage table was some sort of mobile gurney, and I was being taken somewhere, naked, helpless, and totally blind. Oh shit. Whatever it was that I was now ready for, it was starting. When you're naked, blind folded, and totally bound like I was just then, your other senses become hyper acute. I was trying desperately to maintain some mental orientation of where I was, and where I might be going, but the more the gurney turned, the more I lost track of just what might be ahead. Besides, I'd only had the one, very brief glimpse of the entryway, the hallway, and this room. Whatever else was in this building was still a total mystery, regardless of what direction we took to get there. First, I felt a change in air pressure in the room. Someone had opened a door. Immediately, I could also feel some cooler breeze on my still damp, piss covered, bare skin. Next the gurney seemed to accelerate just a bit, and start basically moving in a straight line, but to where. The gurney slowed, a bump. Had we gone through a door? To where? What was around me now? I had absolutely no idea. I was as ignorant, and totally helpless as I'd ever felt in my entire life. Yikes! For better or worse, whatever was going to happen was starting now. And then, suddenly from all around me, I sensed as much as heard, lots of slow, subtle movement. Something, or someone, was there with me, slowly circling, or moving around me. And then I did actually hear something. Not much, just a softly muffled "umm, nice", coming from someone I‘d never heard before. OH SWEET MOTHER OF GOD, was I being sold? White slavery? I'd heard of it, but surely this couldn't be happening. Then somehow, Sir's voice piped in, and it was actually reassuring. He said "Mr. J., this is a brand new helper we're going to use to assist in your massage today. But not to worry, he is a very accomplished ass licked and cock sucker. We haven't fully tested his ass yet, but his mouth will be your's to use during your massage today, sir. You won't be disappointed. With that, Sir continued. He said "S, you should know that you will have Mr. J's ass in your face to lick while I massage his front side and shoulders, and then you'll have his cock in your mouth after I turn him over and massage his back & legs. We value discretion above all else here, and only use first initials. You are S, and he is simply Mr. J. What you feel now is a mechanical clamping device being attached to both of your testicles. Mr. J. will have the control to this device in his hand during his entire massage, using it to let you know when you're sucking or licking is not to his liking. If he starts using it to squeeze your nuts, either lick harder, or softer. You'll very quickly learn to interpret his signals. Believe me on that." With that, I could hear them all having a hearty laugh at the expense of my nuts. Oh my, where would this test lead too? I could feel the tilt of my bondage gurney being adjusted, and the small pillow again inserted behind my head to tilt it up. I could feel the gurney being very slowly positioned until vinyl cushions were just barely touching both sides of my neck. Then, all of my movements stopped. It seemed obvious to me just then, that my face was now an actual part of some sort of table that Mr. J would be lying on for his session. I couldn't be sure, but I guessed that this gurney I was so securely strapped to must have had roll-a-way castors on it, and they'd just been locked. But, the vinyl cushions were still active. Apparently, someone, Mr. J. presumably, was laying down onto this table, positioning himself to be both rimmed, and massaged at the same time. Apparently, I had just become a part of the supply chain in this interesting, custom massage business that Randy was operating. I could both feel, and hear, him subtly positioning himself, and soon, I knew he was very close to my face. Before I even felt his skin, I could smell his presence. But, unlike the asses that had been forcefully shoved into my face already that day, this one smelled really clean, almost antiseptic. Good for you Mr. J. I was liking him already, hehehe. If your ass tastes as good as it smells, I'm gonna really make you smile. He shuffled a bit more, and soon I did feel his nuts dangling down onto my nose and gently bumping onto my face as he worked to comfortably center his anus right onto my mouth. And just under those nuts, my nose was suddenly, gently eased right up into his butt crack. I frantically wiggled my nose free so that I could breath. By compressing the pillow behind my head a bit more, I was able to tilt my head back just enough to get my tongue up into his anus, and his reaction was immediate, UMMMM. Oh yes, licked it boy, just like that. Slip that tongue way up my butt, ummm. I could feel Mr. J. wiggle just a bit, positioning his anus right where he wanted it to meet my tongue, and then just gently wrapping his thighs around my head, and nestling back to enjoy his pleasure session. For what I estimated to be about 20 minutes, all I did was use my tongue to try my best to make Mr. J relaxed & happy. Elsewhere on the table I could hear the assorted sounds of Randy giving Mr. J a thorough, deep tissue, hard body rub. As Randy's hands worked further down Mr. J's body I could actually visualize just about what was being rubbed. Soon, I could actually feel Mr. J's muscles stretch & compress in response to Randy's hard, firm manipulation of Mr. J's naked body. As Randy's hands started massaging Mr. J's thighs, I actually felt them graze my cheeks a couple of times. Then, instead of proceeding steadily down Mr. J's legs, he instead jumped clear to his feet, leaving me to handle the only portion of Mr. J's crotch that I had access too. Once, towards the start of the session, I felt the sudden contraction of the clamp about my balls. Not brutally hard, but enough to get my attention. The squeeze was followed immediately by instructions from Mr. J.. He crisply barked out to me "boy, see if you can get your tongue in me just a bit deeper, ok?" I thought to myself just then as I heard his request, for Christ's sake. ,when you have me naked, shackled to a table with your ass in my face and my nuts in a vice, why ask politely? Am I in any position to say no! I'd already been doing a top shelf rim job, and had fully memorized every pink, smooth, membranous surface in and around his hard, ring shaped sphincter muscle. And as I'd continually licked, teased, and tongue massaged it, that tight little ring of muscle was already starting to relax a bit, and ease open. Then again, he probably knew the position of his anus better than I did, if that was even possible given my extraordinary vantage point. And he was in fact passing that info on to me, just to let me know that he was opening up a little, and wanted penetrated even more now. Randy didn't dally working his way back up the legs, and soon, he was again working Mr. J's thighs. But now, he was doing it a much more sensual, arousing manor, with light touching, and delicate teasing up on and around his nuts 7 tain. And unless I was interpreting the sounds wrong, Randy was then also massaging & stroking Mr. J's cock. Mr. J had obviously showered and cleaned himself thoroughly prior to this session, and for that I was indeed grateful. My ass rimming exploits were still really limited, but this one I was actually enjoying, ummm. The slow opening of his anal sphincter was announced in yet another way, the smell & taste. All this while, my tongue had been constantly probing, and penetrating his butt. But I was now getting an up close and personal lesson of the difference between licking the outside of a clean, tightly closed ass, and the inside of any ass hole en route to the inner bowel. And the difference was stark. Not horrible, and one I was getting accustomed to far faster than I'd of expected. Honestly, that fecal smell hardly even registered now, and the taste was one I'd had now multiple times before, without incident. I was now, already just routinely associating it with just one more aspect of sensual, physical, male-male sex. I'd had a few tongues up my butt before, and fully appreciated that it was absolutely one of the most intense, and under appreciated erogenous zones on the human body, male or female. And basically, I was a pleaser, and this is something that I knew for an absolute fact to be giving pleasure. In this instance, to both of us. Mr. J. soon sneaked me a token of his appreciation for that pleasure. As My captive, blind face stayed busy buried between his butt cheeks, I suddenly felt what could've only been his right hand, reaching down under his massage table, finding my bondage gurney, and fiddling with the clamp on my balls. I felt him rather nimbly release it, and then totally remove it. And then, as I steadily maintained my oral presence up his anus, instead of squeezing my balls in displeasure, instead he started steadily fondling my cock and balls, and then actually started stroking up and down the length of my now very hard cock, ummm. Now I'd already cum twice that day. Once in the shower just after my early morning enema, and then again up Jemal's ass, just before eating my own cream pie as it oozed out've it. But this experience was just fucking turning me on! I was getting hard yet again, but I couldn't see any real chance of me cumming a third time. Not in this short period of time, could I? No way. But oh my god this whole scene was just fucking hot! Just maybe? And then, true to my fears, another imminent climax was no longer on the menu, dammit. Because he stopped. I heard Sir speaking, saying to Mr. J., how was that sir, are you about ready to turn over? To that, Mr. J. just chuckled slightly, moaned, and said "oh yaaaaaa, fabulous. No one puts together a massage like you do Randy. And you were right. S here is an extremely accomplished little ass licker. You have a true eye for talent". And with that, he let out a long sigh, stopped his firm, delicious stroking of my cock, and released his grip. And he started to roll over and replied back to Randy, "now let`s see if he can suck my dick as well and he just cleaned out my ass. And hopefully he'll be smart enough to take deep in his throat without making me cum. At least that is until you're ready to finish the massage. Otherwise, he'll be badly bent over, and singing soprano by morning.