Date: Wed, 23 Jun 2004 02:08:56 -0400 From: Blonde Mountaineer Subject: Man Cherry Fetish - part 4 Other than all the usual disclaimers, this story includes the consequences of abduction and nonconsensual coercion. It was developed at the request of an Asian cyber-friend. Man Cherry Fetish - part 4 by bondeallover@hotmail.com I awoke after an indeterminate time to find myself in his bed unshackled for the first time. He was in a slumbering daze facing down all his unclothed nurturing warmth nestled against me and his right arm stretched across my upper abdomen and lower chest. I ground myself tighter against him in a luxuriant snuggle. I gazed on his shimmering well rounded buns and could not resist reaching to clasp a handful of flexible rump. He jerked awake and sleepily turned his head to look at me and beam a genuine smile. Unlike before, this expression was new and friendly, not the impudent smirk of a vaguely contemptuous task master. He breathed in deeply and exhaled a whispering question of tender familiarity. "Did you like the taste of my shooting load, sweetie?" I responded with an encouraging grin not vocalizing a sound, just nodding my head after a brief pause. He affectionately smoothed the palm of his hand up and down my delighted bare torso, occasionally so far down to twirl my spare but jet black pubes and firmly grip the base of my swelled and stretched cock. He yawned and tightened all his corpus to stretch and as he relaxed his muscles again, I was the one to reach myself into him and press my lips against his, plunging my tongue into his acquiescent mouth. I reached my left arm around his shoulders and the back of his neck to cling to him to invite his own tongue to sensually mate with mine and his own supple lips to pucker and press against mine with uninhibited aggression. He nibbled on my lips and lowered his head slightly to probe with stiff tongue and sucking lips and not quite gnashing love bites my adams apple, the nape of my neck, my clavicle, down one pec to a hardening nipple. All the while, the fingers of his reaching right hand confidently stroked and explored the firey surface of my swollen sex, delirious with delight to be recipient of such avid attentions. He shot a knowing glance up at me and moaned in almost soft whisper. "I have never tasted brown meat, love. Can I taste your brown meat?" My loins were now on fire and I was nearly desperate for him to once again exploit my naked defenselessness. My mind in a haze of erotic frenzy, all I could do was once again merely nod, otherwise gesturing by rubbing the fingers of my own right hand through his soft golden hair and lightly pressure his head to my midsection. Involuntarily I raised my hips slightly to do anything to facilitate the lewd act he was about to perform on me. With confident conviction he moved down between my spread legs and with just the right pressure ran his finger tips up both my thighs to my exposed groin. I gasped to the thrill of this electric moment of tactile manipulation and squealed unabashedly as he lifted my nut sack with one finger from my sensitized crotch to run his swirling tongue along the ridges of its underside. He hummed presumably in approval to the flavor of my ripe sexual excitation. I found my voice now. "Oh plleeeeaassse, lick my brown boy balls. Those balls are yours for the sucking and they boil with a load of rich Asian cum. . . . Mmmmm your tongue feels sssoooo good. My brown tool aches to be washed by your thick squirming tongue." He obliged me immediately by grasping the base of my shaft firmly with fingers and thumb to control the involuntary dance of bouncing flinches. On fire, it was if my genitals were screaming with impatience for his oral attentions. I gasped and moaned with delirium as he wagged his tongue with firm pressured sweeps up and down my bursting organ, concentrating especially at the underside base of my knob and the tip of my gaping soft pee hole. I gasped again when he thrust my meat into his mouth, now mixing the exquisite sensations created by his facile tongue with those prompted by the frenetic pumping of warm wet suction. His audibly fervent slurping and smacking heightened the erotic intensity of the moment and the building hot tension in my balls and ass induced me into a tirade of raunchy encouragement. "Suck ME, you pale perverted freak." By now my hips were thrusting upward sending my short inches deeper into his oral grip in quick jabs. "Suck my ripe brown meat. . . Taste some reeeal exotic man funk like you never tasted. . . . You know you want it. Yyessssssss, milk me for my powerful Asian cum and chug down the sweet and sour spunk that shoots from my dick. . . . Aaaaaahh, eat it, drink it." It was as if my whole being was absorbed into the focus of riveting orgasmic release. My most intimate fluids were hotly coursing through the over-stimulated passage of my male swelling and deep into the mouth of my avid pursuer. Obviously experienced, his tongue swept away the fruit of each ejaculatory emission in such a sensual fashion that it would deliciously prompt the next with even greater intensity. I was lost in a hazy stupor of intense erotic release that could only be prompted by a masterful male succubus who milks his prey for every last drop and every fragment of sexual energy. When my "worked over" softened dick finally slipped from the slobber of his oral affections, I was exhausted. My love cuddled his warm nakedness into me. Twirling his white fingers in my black hair, he kissed my cheek, his lips still puckered whispered into my ear. "You were right sweetie. You're squirting jizz really is full of funky flavor." Suddenly, I was startled out my sleepy cocoon of safe and secure nude relaxation. My partner's bedroom closet door burst open and my professor, whose home I had graced before being restrained to this bed, nonchalantly walked into the room, his smiling eyes trained on both of us. In a fitful panic, I snapped any available bedding I could to cover myself. "Everything is quite alright, Mr. Ariffisma. No need for alarm," he consoled. My captor, never bothering to conceal his nakedness, silently convulsed in hysterical merriment to my expression of surprise and alarm. His exposed dick flopped about to the staccato of his jostling frame. "I need to confess to you that I was part of a conspiracy to abduct you to introduce you to exceptional pleasures that can only be achieved between men." No longer alarmed or shamed, I was still speechless with a sense of the unexpected and I still fiercely clung to bits of bedding that I could stretch up to my navel. In my coerced tryst of unknown hours, I had noticed out of the corner of my eye that the closet door was always slightly ajar, but never thought it a matter of consequence. I now realized that probably both my sexual assaults and consenting escapades had been voyeuristically investigated in graphic detail by my professor of courses in international relations. It so happened that our bedroom of carnal affairs was on the second floor of my professor's home. "You played it again, Sam. As usual, to theatrical perfection." "Thanks professor, but you know how to pick 'em", Sam replied almost wearliy and matter of factly. He managed to raise himself to affectionately kiss my shoulder and fondle the back of my neck. "Besides, I was able to really bust my nut with this one." I turned to him almost equally alarmed. "What do you mean 'this one'. I love you. I always want to be yours, now." Sam smiled broadly and his flaccid dick began to twitch and show signs of returning excitement. "I am really touched sweetie. But you still don't seem to get it. The professor and I have a fetish for cherry. We have a fetish for breaking man cherry. He seeks out virgins in the sense of boys or men who have never had sex with other males. He watches while I break 'em in." Before Sam could elaborate further, the professor interrupted. "You have to understand, Mr. Ariffisma, Sam has a talent for physically releasing the hidden desires from our selected males. Your situation is not unique. From a starting point of abduction and real coerced rape, Sam is always able to convert our subject from abject fear, derisive loathing and pain to the flower of blissful sexual awakening. Each one's life transforms radically from then on to become almost zealous in his quest for intense physical relations with other males. It is always a stunning performance to behold. You can now begin an adventure in your life that will feature intense physical pleasure with boys and men." On balance, the professor is right. I now have a fulfilling sex life promiscuous with almost the full range of physical interactions between males that could be regarded as pleasurable. But I can't help myself. I still "carry a torch" for my first true love, who by demeaning me, released passions in me that I had not even fathomed in my deepest fantasies. My first sexual encounters were with others of "the fraternity." The other males who have been initiated by Sam and the professor's "cherry popping" fetish scheme. We bond by common experience and share our similar stories of awakened carnal desire. It is fun in a surreptitious sort of way; not unlike being a member of a secret society in our semi-remote community. Almost a year later I discovered from others in our circle that Sam will reward any successful procurements to enable his fetish with sexual favors. I prowl nearby towns for local and young students and bait them to social functions with promises of drugs, beer, or pretty girls. Each successful conquest merits me an encounter with Sam. No one is able to drill my gripping tight love hole with the fierce conviction of Sam's hips and meaty pleasure pole. Our sessions always start by my clothes almost being wrenched and torn off me. By the time he reaches to peel away my briefs, the fabric is nearly soaked with the joy juices of my profusely leaking cock. My cock only leaks with such abundance for the man cherry fetishist who will always be my first and most enduring love. An illustration was prepared specifically for this story. Anyone who would like a copy to be messaged to him, please contact me. All e-mail messages of appreciation, disapproval, or suggestions regarding my stories are very welcome. This chapter concludes my story. blondeallover@hotmail.com.