Date: Thu, 29 Mar 2007 4:52:16 -0800
From: bamaboi2serve@charter.net
Subject: Storm Discovery, Part SIX

Storm Discovery, Part SIX - The Rooms

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     In that first room, I was strapped to a kind of kneeling bench that
forced my legs and arms apart, leaving my ass open for whatever it might be
needed. My arms were strapped to boards along my sides and my head was left
hanging over the edge, about three feet off the ground, but also strapped
in place. My cock hung alone, my balls swinging a little as I was attached
to the device.
    An Asian-inspired soundtrack was playing, medium in volume and tempo
but increasing. A pleasant incense was burning. The only light came from
dozens of candles, some of them inside lanterns with asian symbols in deep
red. My blindfold was removed, and I watched as FS left the room without so
much as a word to me. He closed the door behind him.
   After a while the candles, the music and the aroma became almost
hypnotic, and I found myself dozing, comfortable despite the hard wood of
the odd bench.
   He was so light on his feet, so slight in build that he entered the room
and was next to me without my hearing a thing. I came out of my sleep to
the sensation of a touch at my asshole...it was so gentle that at first I
thought I was imagining it, but no, there it was again. I opened my eyes
and started to turn my head as much as possible with the bindings when a
hand quickly grabbed the back of my scalp and held it still.
   "Shhhhhh...be quiet and do not move. That is not a request!" a voice
from behind me said.
   How can I describe the voice?...Certainly accented, probably Asian,
perhaps Chinese. It was somehow gentle but commanding at the same time. It
required obedience. The hand that was holding me still was removed, but I
stayed head-down on the bench.
    At my hole, something very thin was pushed in. It was like a pencil,
but warm. It started moving around inside of me, probing, but not
painfully. It was withdrawn in a matter of seconds, followed immediately by
a somewhat larger shaft which also moved, outlining my insides more
forcefully than the first. The probes continued for an hour, each one
slightly larger than the one before it, each application more forceful, By
the end of the hour my unseen Master was using a large cucumber sized probe
on my and I was shivering from the excitement!
    "Be still, slave, you are here for my experimentation, not your
pleasure!" he reminded me.
   The last probe was huge, at least nine inches in circumference. Unlike
the others, it was formed like a plug, and when it was fully inserted, it
stayed in me, impaling me and filling my hole in a way that would not have
been possible if my Asian Master had not worked on my hole probe by probe.
   Then he walked around to my front and stood a dozen feet away. That
allowed me to see him for the first time. He was only a boy! At least he
was certainly younger than I, slighter in build with extra fair skin and
the expected jet black hair cut in a bowl shape on his head. He was nude
except for a slim black harness that criss-crossed his hairless chest. He
had a thick, black tattoo swirling around his middle, wandering almost
snakelike from his shoulder, around his pointy little tits, and leading
down to his thighs, disappearing under his balls. Puffs of black pubic hair
sprouted from his armpits, though the hair around his semi-hard seven-inch
uncut cock was cut short. I found myself transfixed by his dark eyes,
realizing too late that I had violated the slave code...never to look a
Master in the eyes. I looked down quickly, but it was too late.
    "I was told you had already been trained, boi! Such a shame you showed
me such disrespect so early!" he told me. Then the whipping began.
    I had been so taken with his unexpected appearance that I had failed to
notice the taws he held lightly in one hand. I was noticing it now because
he had quickly strattled my head with his legs, his feet resting on
extentions of the bench put there for that purpose.  His cock and balls
rested on my neck as he started whipping my ass, a steady drumbeat of blows
alternating from one cheek to the next, over and over, increasing in
intensity with every strike. He spoke in a deceptively soft voice as he
administered my punishment.
   "A slave's eyes stay down! They are never to look at a Master's
face. They are always to be subservient. A Slave boi is an inferior."
  He used one or more words in each sentence to deliver an especially hard
blow, giving a musical cadence to his actions that were also timed to the
music...and soon my ass was burning...the feeling of the huge plug was
gone, replaced by the punishment blows of my young Master's whip.
   During my punishment, beads of sweat dripped down from his body onto my
head. Several worked their way around to my cheeks and twice I was able to
capture them with my tongue! The drops were delicious! Worth every bit of
the effort I used to gather them.
  I thought it would never end, but the strangest thing: when it did end,
after a half-hour, for some reason I was sorry! I had become accustomed to
the pace of the blows, to the warm pain radiating through my skin to my
muscles. But before I could dwell on that odd regret, I had another matter
to take care of. Young Master had dismounted from my neck, turned around
and pushed his ass in my face with an immediate and simple command: "lick!"
he told me.
    It was a strain to hold my head up at the right angle to get at his
hole, which I discovered was the end point for his exotic tattoo. The thick
black ink wrapped around his hole in a series of concentric swirling
circles, ending at the hole itself, which was surrounded by sparse black
hair and opened for my tongue as soon as I touched it.  It was like I had
touched a doorbell..."Ring! Ring!"...and the hole opened to accept my
fleshy probe.
    "Deep, slut, deep!" my Boy-Master ordered, and deep I went, pushing my
tongue so far out of my mouth and into his ass that later my tongue muscles
would be sore! I plunged in and out, swirling around his rosebud in both
directions. I heard a slight moan, all the enticement I needed to work even
harder. I wanted him to report back to Master that I had been good, very,
very good!
    Through all of this treatment by the Asian, I was, of course, hard and
dripping a seemingly constant stream of pre-cum onto the floor. I couldn't
see my cock, but I could feel it! I was desperate for release, rock hard
and wet and horny and willing to do anything to convince someone to let me
let loose!
    "You will call me Master Yang, bitch, and to reward you for the good
work you did just now I may put my cock inside you," he said evenly but
forcefully as he pulled away from my tongue, grabbed my head and positioned
it for his use as a suck-toy.
     "Close your fucking cunt eyes, bitch-boi! I don't want you even
looking at my cock. You are not worthy!"
    I did as ordered, naturally, and started sucking on his tool, which was
small by comparison to Master, but still big enough and long enough to
strike the back of my throat each time he slammed into me.
   Almost as soon as I started sucking he came. I had expcted so much more
work, more cocksucking! He shot volleys of his sweet cum into my mouth,
ordering my not to swallow as filled me.
   He pulled out and sat back on his heels, using one hand to force my
mouth fully open. He used two fingers on the other hand to gather up some
of his cum, and used the fingers as a brush to paint my face...surrounding
my eyes and stuffing some up my nose, coating my cheeks and even putting
dabs of it in my ears. The combination of his looks, the music and the
incense made it feel like a religious ceremony...as if I were being
inducted into his personal slave corps...(if only!).
     Next came the inevitable piss...he simply lay his cock on my tongue
and let loose, holding my head up so I could swallow it more easily. I'm
proud to say I didn't lose a drop of his precious liquid as it washed down
the remnants of his cum in my mouth.
     When he was finished, he reached below the bench, grabbed my cock, and
with three quick strokes brought me off in an orgasm that I think I have
not equaled since. It was so quick and so unexpected and so massive that I
felt electricity running through me as I spilled myself on the floor, but
cock gyrating wildly from the muscle contractions.
    He removed the plug from my now stretched ass and left as quietly as he
had come in, leaving me sore in more places than I knew I had. My hole
stayed open, and I could feel a breeze from the hallway.
    FS came in a short while later and untied me. He pointed to the floor,
and I knew immediately what I was to do. My cum was cold and not nearly as
tasty as the Asian's. But there was a lot of it, and I mustered the energy
to lick the floor clean. He led me by my leash down to the basement, to my
cage, and to sleep.

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To be continued. So many rooms, so many fetishes. So little time to write!
Next chapter: Showtime!

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