Date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 10:10:39 -0500 From: Patrick LeReve Subject: Sir Sly part 2 Fantasy for Sir Sly 2 Please consider donating to Nifty! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html These are stories written for my online Dom. If you have any feedback, please let me know. I was as hard as I have ever been. I was in his sling, on my back, my wrists and ankles strapped to the chains. I had my eyes closed tight as I concentrated. Had I opened them I'd see only the white fabric of his jock anyway. He'd removed it after a full day and placed on my face so all I could smell is him, all I could see was white, and if I extended my tongue I could taste what I could of him, which I tried to do several times as I laid here. He had been using me for... Well, I don't know how long to be honest. I was lost in his smell, as he'd wanted me to be. Except for his jock on my face, I was completely naked as he'd commanded me to be. I'd literally begged, repeatedly, for the cock cage. When he didn't reply, I begged again. When he said no, I begged again. I didn't stop until he shoved two fingers in my mouth, pushing his jock against my tongue in order to silence me. Although I feared the consequences, I didn't ask again, and my cock was pulsing with blood and excitement and nervousness ever since. As he fingered me, then fucked me, I remained hard. I knew I didn't have permission to cum. Even though it was unstated, I knew I'd need permission to cum. Of course, I didn't want to cum. We'd play a tug of war, both of us. Me wanting to cum, but not wanting to cum as I knew my sexual heat would disappear soon after. I feared losing my ability to serve and please him with my ass, with my moans, after I came. I fought against it, but I was close to losing. For his part, he knew my struggle. He enjoyed it. He savored the knowledge that he could fuck me to the very brink of cumming with neither of us touching my dick. He wanted to see it happen, but he too wanted me to remain sexualized, on edge, eager to please, milking his cock with my ass, begging him to cum before I couldn't hold back any longer. He'd been fucking me for a few months, and he knew my body well. He knew when I was about to go over the edge and how to stop it. We'd always used a condom, a condition of keeping me negative, but we'd fantasized openly about him marking me. Of truly becoming his boy. He'd never fucked me blindfolded before, and so, I'd always seen his covered dick before he shoved it home. This time I hadn't but it didn't occur to me until he stopped fucking to let me come down from the edge and he leaned over and asked "do you feel it?" "Feel what, Sir?" I panted. "My cock, little boy. Do you feel it?" "Oh, yes Sir. It feels amazing as always!" I replied, without needing to think about it, for it was undeniably true. "I'm sure, but does it feel different?" My mind locked up. I knew just what he meant. We'd fantasized enough using those words. Oh god. "Yes, Sir? I think so?" I ventured to guess. The truth is, I had no idea. Would he really do this? I didn't know. "It feels better to me, boy, and that's what matters." He started to fuck again. My cock became fully rigid again, teased and edged too much already to resist, even as my mind began to rumble with thoughts of being fucked bare for the first time. I shouldn't allow it, I know, but I had no ability to stop it. I couldn't move my arms and legs. I could do nothing but feel my body swing back and forth as he plunged his bare dick in and out of me. He saw me getting close again, and I felt the pinch of a clothespin on my balls.ÿ "Oh god, Sir! Oh! Ouch!" I couldn't help but yell out. My mind quieted to everything but the pain, which he knew was just the distraction I needed. He kept fucking. He also knew that the pain of the pins has a dual effect on me. The shock initially stops my orgasm, but then the dull aches quickly serves to make me even hotter and more desperate to cum. He added a second as he fucked. I moaned out. Stopped from cumming, but not for long. He added the next to my shaft. "Oh fuck, Sir, that hurts!" I couldn't stop myself from saying, even though I new the swear would earn me a smack, which he quickly delivered to my cheek. He kept me thoroughly distracted and absorbed, fucking me, adding pins, fucking me, chucking at the inhuman sounds I made through his jock, and finally he exclaimed, "Boy, I'm going to cum in you."ÿ Oh, no. I'd forgotten. He was fucking me bare. I assumed he'd at least pull out and spray his cum on my face or chest. As if reading my mind, he said, "It feels too good boy." I felt him shake the whole sling with his shuddering as he unloaded in me, filling me for the first time, without my permission, without even asking for my opinion. He bred me. I waited as his breath slowed, my mind racing and afraid. My balls and dick ached from the strain of being edged and kept hard for so long and now all the clothespins that without being stimulated only hurt without pleasure. I was patient, not wanting to interrupt his post cum euphoria with my thoughts or needs. He withdrew and shortly after lifted the jock from my face and threw it to the floor. He smiled at me, and said only, "good boy." I then looked down and witnessed his deception, the very full condom on his dick, and he smiled again as he removed it carefully and turned it over onto my dick. His copious load coated my cock and the pins still attached to it. Leaving the pins on my balls, he used his lube to start pumping my cock, the few pins on my shaft flying off as his hand jerked my flesh. The stinging pain so sharp, but so good. "Oh please, Sir!" I yelled, but I didn't need to. His teasing was over. He didn't stop me at the edge, he stroked me right through it until I felt my own load fly all the way up to my face and open mouth.