Date: Sat, 04 Jun 2011 23:27:17 -0400 From: spider3x3.excite Subject: SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE 4 The following story is an erotic work of gay fiction. If you are not of legal age to read stories of this nature or you are offended by the subject matter contained here do not read any further. In real life, always play safe. Send any comments to spider3x3@excite.com * * * * * * * * * * * * * SEDUCTION OF A MALE SLAVE CHAPTER 4 A few days later Walt called, and we got together. He wanted to do the slave bit, but for some reason I wasn't really into it that night, and he respected that. So instead he put a gay porno flick in the VCR. We got naked, and he sat towards one end of the couch while I lay down lengthwise, with my legs across his lap. He played with my legs and crotch while we watched the action in the film. At one point, when one of the guys in the film was getting fucked, I rolled over on my side and Walt played with my ass and my asshole. Sometime I wanted to try that, but he didn't push me. Then we got it on. It was fun, and it was good, but it wasn't as intense as it was when I was tied up. I wondered what that meant. Then we sat around and had a few beers, and just talked. He told me about his work and things he was into -- hunting, camping, sports, music, and the like. He was quite a bit older than me, and I didn't go for his taste in music -- barbershop quartets, for God's sake! But outside of that, it sounded like there were several interests we had in common. I told him a little more about myself -- my family, some jobs I'd had, my kids, and places I'd lived. I'd been all over the country. I told him about stripping in a gay bar in Washington, D.C., and he suggested we should go down there some weekend. I thought that could be fun, but I didn't commit to anything. I also gave him my own phone number so he could call me directly. I just hoped I wouldn't regret that. Then he told me about a previous lover of his -- a young man who had lived with him off and on for 5 years. They got into the slave games sometimes, too, but that was quite a while ago. He hinted that he was looking for a new permanent relationship; but I didn't encourage him, since I wasn't -- I liked things just the way they were. It was really a great evening together. I thought about offering to spend the night with him, since we weren't doing the leather scene; but for some reason I chickened out and eventually he took me home. Still, the next day he took me to the mall and bought new sneakers for me. Since we seemed to get along pretty well, I started seeing him regularly -- a couple times a week. Sometimes it was vanilla-type sex, and sometimes there was no sex at all-- we just played pool, or went to the State Park, or something. And sometimes we did the leather scene, with me tied up and him working on my body. He used the strap on me a couple times, too, but he was careful with it so it didn't hurt too bad -- and it was a fantastic orgasm!! But he sure had a wild imagination. I didn't think he was seeing anyone else, and neither was I -- except my girlfriend, of course. One time she noticed some pink marks on my ass, but I just told her it was some kind of rash. CHAPTER 5 Then one day he called and invited me up to have dinner. He picked me up about 6 and we went up to the house. He let me drive his car -- the Mustang with the V8 engine and the 5-speed transmission. Great fun! He cooked steaks on the grill and we had a good meal -- the best I'd had in a long time. Then we sat on the couch and watched TV. He reached over and held my hand for a while, and I didn't mind. But finally he clicked the TV off and put his hand on my thigh. "It's leather night, Larry." I looked at him and smiled -- I knew it was due. But I'd been thinking about it and fantasizing about it for several days, so I was ready. "Yes, Sir." "Do you remember the slave oath you took a few weeks ago?" "Yes, Sir." "Can you repeat it?" I thought a minute. "No, Sir. At least, I don't think so." So he told it to me again. "You understand that it applies every time we play the game." "Yes, Sir." "I haven't been too fussy about it before, since you were just learning. But tonight I'm going to be quite strict about it. Every time I give you an order, you don't hesitate, you don't ask questions, you just do it. And you do exactly what I tell you -- no more and no less. Otherwise you get punished. Understand?" I thought about that for a minute. "What kind of punishment do you mean, Sir?" He laughed. "I'm not going to tell you! That's part of the game -- you don't know what's going to happen. But I'm aware that you're still new at the game, so it won't be too rough." I smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Sir." I was pretty sure now that I could trust him, so I wasn't too worried. Besides, my dick told me that I was ready for whatever he wanted to dish out. "Okay, slave, the game starts right now. Stand up here and take your clothes off." "Yes, Sir." I stood up quickly and slipped my sneakers and socks off. Then my jeans and shirt came off and I dropped them on a chair. Finally I peeled my bikini shorts off and stood there naked in front of him. My cock was already half-hard, just anticipating what was going to happen, and I had to resist the temptation to cover my crotch with my hands -- I knew he wouldn't like that. "Stand up straight! Hands behind your head!" I stiffened up to attention and placed my hands behind my head, and then pulled my elbows back to tighten the muscles. He stood up and moved over in front of me. "Spread those legs!" I took a quick step to the side with one foot. He looked down my body to my dick, which was standing out rigidly in front of me. "How come you have a hard-on, slave? I didn't tell you to do that!" I looked down but I knew how hard it was, and I smiled. "Hey, man, that's what this scene does to me." He grabbed me quickly and spun me around, and struck my ass cheeks with his hand. "SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!" I almost stumbled forward -- he hit hard, and it hurt! He turned me back to face him. "Sir! You didn't say `Sir'. Every time you say anything, you say `Sir'." I just looked at him. "Yes, Sir." He should have told me before. But I came to attention again with my hands still behind my head -- and my cock was now stiff as a board! He moved slowly around me, inspecting my body, and I tried to keep the muscles tight for him. He ran his hand down my back and fondled my ass cheeks, and then slid a finger down the crack and over my asshole. Then he came back in front of me, and reached up and took my left nipple in his fingers. He squeezed it a little. "Does that hurt, slave?" My chest squirmed briefly, but I replied, "No, Sir. It feels good." But then he twisted the nipple harshly and pulled it away from my chest. "UUUHHHNNNN!!" I couldn't help myself -- that did hurt! His hand slid down across my stomach and caressed my balls, and then grasped my solid prick and squeezed, hard. "That's a nice dick, slave." "Thank you, Sir." But finally he stepped back. "Now, I want you to go upstairs and make yourself ready for me. Do you remember what that means?" I thought for a minute about our last leather session, and then answered, "Yes, Sir." "Good. The leather is ready on the bed. Go." "Yes, Sir." I lowered my arms and walked away, my hard dick bouncing in front of me. I went up to the bedroom and the cuffs were laying there, just as he said. So I sat on the bed and put them on my wrists and ankles. At the same time my mind was spinning. What was he going to do to me? Did I really want this? Was I going to be punished, and if so, how? But my cock stayed hard -- I wanted him to tie me up and rape me, and do what he wanted with my body. That was crazy! But my heart beat faster. I fastened the collar around my neck and then lay back on the bed and waited for him. It was several minutes before I heard him coming up the stairs, and my dick was no longer completely hard. I watched as he came over to the bed and looked down at me. "Spread those arms and legs! You're supposed to be spread-eagled!" Shit! I had forgotten that part, and I quickly moved to obey him. "Wider! Spread those legs wider!" I managed to get them a little farther apart, but I could feel the tension in my thighs. He stood there and looked right at my crotch, and my dick was getting hard again. "That's the way you do it, slave. When I tell you to spread your legs, I want them as far apart as you can get them, so I have free access to your cock and balls." "Yes, Sir." It looked like this could be harder than I thought. "You did it wrong, so you'll have to pay." Shit! He sat on the bed beside me and ran his hand across my chest. He played with one nipple, squeezing it and tugging at it, and then did the same with the other one. His hand moved down to my crotch and ran through the hair, down my inner thigh and back up to my balls, and then he stroked my prick till it was hard and hot. He slowly pushed it downward between my legs, till the head was resting on the bed. Then he let go -- and it sprang up and slapped against my stomach! "HHMMMmmmm. That feels good, Sir." He slapped my stomach lightly. "Stand up." I did, and he led me around to the foot of the bed. He had me get down on my knees and lay forward on the bed. Then he took some pieces of rope and tied my hands spread wide and tight, to the far corners of the bed. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I heard him go back downstairs, then come up into the bathroom, and then come back to the foot of the bed. His hands caressed my ass ckeeks, and he spread them wide and slid a finger down the crack, over my asshole. Then I felt something warm and wet wiped around my asshole. I wondered what the hell he was doing. Then I heard a hiss, and he was smearing something into the crack. "What are you doing, Sir?" "Quiet, slave. Don't ask questions." Then I felt something scraping alongside my asshole, and I realized he was shaving it! I struggled and started to object, but then I stopped and thought -- if I complained, I knew he was liable to get pissed -- and maybe punish me for it. And I guess I didn't particularly mind what he was doing, since I really liked having it shaved. So I just lay there while he shaved the crack of my ass. From the way he tugged and scraped at it, I knew he was really cleaning all around my asshole. Finally he rinsed it off and wiped it with a towel. "There, slave. That looks better." "Thank you, Sir. I like it that way, too." I figured that ought to make him happy. Then he stood up and untied my wrists. "Turn over, slave." I obeyed, and lay there on my back with my ass still at the edge of the bed, and he re-tied my wrists. I wondered what he would do next, and hoped it wasn't what I was afraid it would be! My legs were off the bed with my feet resting on the floor. He tied my calves spread wide, and then got down on his knees between my legs. I raised my head and watched, and he took a washcloth and soaked up the hair around my cock and balls! I pulled at the ropes and tried to swing my hips away from him -- but I couldn't move very much. "Hey! Don't do that! ... Please, Sir! Don't shave it there!!!" He looked up at me briefly. "Keep talking, slave, and you'll just get more punishment. You don't have any say in what happens. And you'd better hold still so you don't get cut." I flopped my head back onto the bed and tugged at the ropes, but it didn't do any good. Shit!!! I didn't know what to do! He lathered up my balls, and then I felt him tugging at the skin and the razor scraping over them. He shaved all over my balls and got all the way down between my legs, to the crack of my ass. But I noticed that my cock enjoyed the feeling -- it got slicked up from the shaving cream as he worked around it. I was sure he noticed that, too. God!! I didn't want him to shave it all off around my cock. How would I explain that to my girl friend??? Then he put more shaving cream on my stomach, all around my cock! Fuck!!! I didn't want that!! I struggled a little, but I knew it wouldn't do any good to complain, and I couldn't stop him. The razor scraped down along one side of my dick onto the thigh, and then down the other side. And then he shaved the happy trail from my belly-button down towards my cock. But then he rinsed it all off and wiped it dry with the towel, so I looked down at my dick. Thank God!!! He didn't take it all off! He just shaved it up both sides and across my stomach, and used a scissors to trim my bush back. So the hair was just sort fo a moustache on top of my cock. What a relief that was! "Thank you, Sir, for not taking it all off." He just smiled, and picked up all the shaving stuff and put it in the bathroom. When he came back, he reached down and caressed the smooth skin on my balls. "There, slave. That's much nicer -- and much sexier." "Yes, Sir. I know." My dick liked it, too. So he got down on his knees and started licking my balls. Then he worked his tongue down one thigh ... up between my legs ... on the other thigh. Then he came back to my balls, and with a little effort he got them both in his mouth, and his tongue swirled around them. "HHHMMMmmnnnnn!" It felt great -- so hot and slick and wet! With the hair gone, I could really feel the heat and the roughness of his tongue on my tender skin. Then he moved up and dove down onto my throbbing cock -- he took it all, in one quick gulp. And he sucked it good for a couple minutes, and then pulled off. He untied me, and I stood up and shook my arms and legs, to loosen them up. Then he clipped my wrists together in front of me and told me, "Now take my clothes off, slave." I obeyed -- his shoes and socks, shirt and jeans, and put them on the chair. He still had his undershorts on but I looked at him, remembering the other times. He smiled, "You know how to take them off." "Yes, Sir." I sank to my knees in front of him and took them off with my teeth, the way I did before -- apparently he really liked me doing that. I dropped them on the chair and moved back to face him, still on my knees. I looked at his fat dick, which had started to fill out, and my mouth watered as I thought about how that would feel and taste when I got it in my mouth. I licked my lips -- I really wanted it! But I knew I shouldn't take it until he told me to. He ran a hand through my hair and watched as I gazed at his lengthening cock -- a long time. The fucker was teasing me! But there was nothing I could do, so I just stared at his fat dick. I studied the pink head and the slit, and the full shaft, and I could almost see the blood pulsing in the dark veins. Finally he said, "Tell me, slave." That prick! I knew what he wanted. "Please let me suck your cock, Sir." "Kiss it first." I did, right on the head, several times. "Now open your mouth." I positioned my mouth right on the tip and opened it wide, and he grabbed my head and shoved that fat cock into me -- hard! As far as it would go! And he raped my mouth roughly! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" Every stroke hit against the back of my throat, but my hot cock throbbed -- that's what I was here for! "BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!" I almost gagged, but I just wanted more! When he stopped thrusting, I started sucking it. I wrapped my lips around it tight and stroked it -- in and out -- in and out -- in and out -- and I opened my throat and took as much as I could. My bound hands were in front of me, so I lifted them up and played with his balls while I worked on that steaming prick. He finally pushed my head away. "You do that real good, slave -- a lot better than you did the first time." I smiled. "Thank you, Sir. You showed me how." "Now stand up." I obeyed, and he took me over in front of the mirror. I looked briefly at my image in the mirror -- my hard body, with the cuffs and collar, and my big erect cock, with that moustache of hair above it. I tightened my stomach to make the muscles ripple, and he watched and smiled. I started to stroke my dick a little but he slapped my hand away. "Don't do that! I didn't say you could, slave. You never touch your dick without permission when you're wearing my leather. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Hands behind your head again." I did as he ordered, and tightened up the muscles for him. But then he went over to a closet and got out a camera. My God! He was going to take a picture of me like this! I dropped my hands quickly to cover my cock. "Don't, Sir! Please! Not like this!" "SMACK!!" His hand slapped my face, hard! "That'll cost you, slave! You keep forgetting that you don't have any say about it!" Son-of-a-bitch!! I was getting a little pissed -- but my cock stayed hard. I assumed the position again and he took a couple of pictures, including my image in the mirror, with my hot dick sticking up in the air. There was nothing I could do about it. He put the camera down on the dresser. "Now go over and lay down on the bed, face down." I did what he said, and he took the ropes and tied me spread-eagled on the bed, tight. I wriggled around a little, trying to get as comfortable as possible. "Okay, slave, it's punishment time. You've made several violations tonight and you have to pay for them. But first you get 10 strokes to warm you up. This is to impress on you that, when you wear my leather, your body belongs to me -- I own it -- I can do anything I want with it. Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." Shit! He didn't tell me about that, either. From the corner of my eye I saw him get the belt from the closet, and he came over next to the bed. I lay there, waiting for something to happen. His hand rubbed lightly on my left ass cheek. The fingers dug into my flesh as he tugged and twisted at it, and the end of the belt slid up my thigh and onto my ass. The fucker was just dragging it out!! Then his hand went away, and my ass tightened as I awaited the first blow -- and waited -- and waited. Just as I turned my head back to look -- "Smack!" Right across my ass cheeks. My body jerked into the bed in response; it stung, but not too bad. "Smack!" Just below the first stroke. "Smack!" Just below that. My ass tingled from the blows, and I had to squirm a little. My cock was hard, pressed against my stomach, and I noticed that my wriggling against the bed excited it. "Smack!" On my left cheek. "Smack!" On the right. The flesh of my ass seemed to be heating up, and my dick felt it. He paused and ran his hand over my ass, so I pushed up to meet it. But then his hand went away. "Smack!" Across my shoulders. I pulled against the ropes -- I didn't expect that. "Smack!" On my back, and I thrust my hips quickly at the blow, which stroked my hot dick a little against the bed. "Smack!" On my back again, and I thrust my hips. He paused. "SMACK!" Harder, on my left cheek -- that hurt! But my hips thrust without my realizing it. "SMACK!" On the other cheek, and my hips just automatically pushed into the bed. I felt my ass burning and I wriggled it from side to side, as much as I could. That didn't help the pain, but the head of my cock rubbed against the bed, and the fire in my ass seemed to make it more sensitive. His hand caressed lightly on my flaming ass cheeks. "Are you okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir." "How does it feel?" "Hot, Sir. But my dick likes it." This wasn't too bad -- so far! His hand continued to caress my flesh. "That was just the warm-up, slave -- now we have to do the real thing. You've made 3 infractions tonight. Do you remember what they were?" I thought for a minute. "I objected to you taking the pictures, Sir." "That was one." "And I complained about shaving my balls." "SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Ouch!! That hurt! Three hard strokes on my flaming ass! "You didn't say `Sir', slave!" "I'm sorry, Sir!" Fuck! I forgot that! "But you were right -- that was another one. What was the third?" I was having a little trouble concentrating. "I don't remember, Sir." "You didn't spread-eagle yourself properly when you came up here to the bed." "Now I remember, Sir." "Good. They are going to cost you 5 strokes apiece." Shit!! I was beginning to realize that I'd have to be more careful about this game! His hand went away and I lay there, waiting. I didn't know when or where the belt would strike. Then, suddenly -- "SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Hard and fast, across my tender ass! "OUCH!!" My hips bounced on each stroke! "SMACK!!!" On my right cheek! My ass was flaming! "SMACK!!!" On my left thigh, just below the cheek! "OOOHHH!! Easy, Sir!" I couldn't help myself -- my hips squirmed from side to side, and my dick throbbed! This was wild!! My ass was burning but my prick wanted to explode! I pushed my hips into the bed, slowly, again and again, grinding my dick against the bed. I was sure he saw that. "That's five, slave." I thought that was weird -- my ass was hotter than hell, but his voice was quiet and cool. And my ass was quivering, anticipating the next stroke. "SMACK!!!" "OUCH!" On my back. "SMACK!!!" "UUGGHH!" Again on my back. "SMACK!!!" "UUNNNNHH!" Across my waist. I kept thrusting slowly into the bed, and my ass was aching and burning! I struggled against the ropes. But then his hand worked under my stomach and grabbed my throbbing dick, and pulled it downwards between my legs, so it was pointing towards my feet. Shit!! My thrusts wouldn't stroke it any more! He probably did that on purpose. "SMACK!!! SMACK!!! SMACK!!!" Again on my flaming ass cheeks!! "OOOOHHH!! Please, Sir. That's too much!" My hips squirmed and my ass rolled -- I couldn't stop it! "SMACK!!!" On my inner thigh! He paused. "SMACK!!!" On the bottom of my right cheek! I ground my hips into the bed, wishing I could get away from the belt, and the head of my cock rubbed slightly against the bed. "SMACK!!!" "AAAAIIIYYEEE!!" On my inner thigh again, but the tip of the belt struck my balls!!! "SMACK!!!!!" "UUUUGGGHHH!!!" Really hard, across my ass!! I pulled and writhed against the ropes, but my ass kept burning and burning! My mind went blank for a few moments with the pain and the sensations, and the roaring in my dick. But then I realized he was sitting on the bed, his hand gently caressing my ass. He spoke softly, "That's it, slave. It's done." I just lay there, the sweat running down my sides. My ass continued to squirm -- I couldn't stop it. We just stayed there and rested for several minutes, while he continued to lightly massage my tingling flesh. But finally he asked, "Are you okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir. But that was worse than I expected." "I intended it to be -- worse than you expected, but not as bad as it could have been. You just have to learn not to fuck up." "I understand, Sir." Man, did I ever!!! "The tenderness will be gone by tomorrow, and I was careful not to leave any marks on your skin." "Thank you, Sir." Shortly he got up and came back with a small pillow, and he put a hand on my ass. "Lift up." I couldn't move much, but by pushing down with my knees and chest I managed to raise my hips a little, and he slid the pillow under my stomach, making sure my cock and balls were still pointed down between my legs. This raised my ass up in the air, off the bed. Oh, God! What was he going to do next? My ass was still burning. I turned my head and looked back at him. "You're not going to punish me any more, are you, Sir?" He smiled. "No -- the punishment is all over. From now on it's just fun." "Thank you, Sir." I was glad to hear that. "Unless you fuck up again!" "I understand, Sir." He picked up the camera to get a picture of me spread like this, with my ass sticking up in the air. I turned my face away from the camera, but he just said, "Slave." I knew what he wanted, and I knew I would get punished if I didn't -- so I turned my face back to him while he took my picture. He took a few more, with a couple right up close of my red and tingling ass, and my hard cock sticking down. Then I felt him climb on the bed between my legs. His hands moved lightly over the twin globes of my ass and then he started kissing my ass, all over -- around one cheek -- around the other -- down one thigh all the way to the knee -- the same with the other leg -- then back to my ass cheeks. "You should see this, slave. Your ass is a bright pink." I wasn't sure I wanted to see it. I felt his tongue licking my skin and it felt good, and the tingling in my flesh permeated down to my rigid cock. He spread my ass cheeks and his tongue explored down into the crack. Since the hair was gone, I felt it sliding wetly over my skin. It laved across my tender asshole and down between my legs to my shaved balls, and then back up to the hole. His tongue probed it easily for several moments, while his hands continued to caress my sore flesh and played with my exposed cock and balls. It felt good, so I tried to push my ass back against his tongue. Finally he stood up and went to the dresser, and came back and sat down again. "It's education time, slave -- time you learned how to use that asshole." I struggled against the ropes briefly, but then relaxed. Part of me said that I didn't want this -- it was going to hurt. I remembered the time I was harshly raped. But another part of me said that I'd wanted to try it for a long time, and never got up the nerve; and I knew that guys that were into it really loved it, so it couldn't be that bad. Besides, I was sure he wasn't going to give me a choice -- and that probably was the way I wanted it. I would just have to trust him to take it easy. He spread my cheeks again and I felt his finger toying with my sphincter -- I could tell he had some grease on it. He positioned it right at the hole and started to push it gently. I tried to pull away from it but he kept it right there, still pushing, and then it slid in a little. But my cheeks automatically tensed up. "OOHHH! That hurts." So he let it slip out and told me, "Just relax, slave; don't try to fight it. That's what makes it hurt." He brought the finger back and pushed again, and it slid in. I held my breath and gritted my teeth -- but it still hurt. I felt him slide it in a ways and wiggle it around a little, and then slip it in and out a few times. But my cheeks tensed up again and it hurt. "Please, Sir. I can't do it! It hurts." He slipped it out again. "Listen, slave -- do this. Just close your eyes and pretend you're taking a shit. You won't, but the muscles will relax properly." I wished he would stop -- but I knew he wouldn't, so I closed my eyes and concentrated, like he said. The finger slid back in. I tried to block out everything, and thought to myself, "Shit ... Shit ... Shit." Then his finger was fucking my ass, slowly and easily -- and it didn't hurt much at all. So I lay there and let him do it. Just as it started to feel good, my cheeks suddenly tensed and the pain stabbed back. But he felt it, too. "Relax, slave. Think about shitting." I concentrated again and it worked -- the muscles relaxed. He did this for a couple minutes. "Are you okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir." I was getting so I could control it -- I just had to keep the muscles from tightening up. His finger slipped out and in a minute it came back in -- except it felt fuller this time. But there was no pain. "Just relax. This is two fingers." That was why it felt tighter. His fingers fucked me for a while, and eventually his hand jammed against my ass, so I knew he was in as far as he could go. It started to feel warm and good, all the way down into my cock. So I pushed back with my ass a little on every stroke. "Yeah, slave. That's the way to do it." "That feels pretty good, Sir. I like it." "I knew you would. If it ever feels like it's getting tight, just concentrate on relaxing the muscles." His fingers slipped out, and I felt him moving about on the bed. "Look, slave." I looked back and he was holding a plastic dildo; long, but not as thick as his cock. "I'm working you up to it gradually." I understood what he was doing -- and figured out where it was going. He planned to fuck me! My heart skipped a couple beats -- but I thought I was ready for it. I rested my head on the bed and waited, and concentrated on relaxing my muscles, but my dick was throbbing. I felt the pointed tip of the dildo at my sphincter, and he slowly pushed on it. It started to slide in and I groaned softly, "Oooooohhh!" He pushed it farther and stopped. "You okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir." He pushed it more -- it felt like it was in the middle of my stomach! But it didn't hurt -- I just felt uncomfortable and full. He worked it around a little, and then started stroking it in and out of my ass -- in and out -- in and out. His other hand massaged my ass cheeks and my sore skin felt hot, but my gut glowed from the sensations. He worked it for quite a while -- and then suddenly he turned on the vibrator! I could feel the hum inside me, stirring up my guts, and my cock responded immediately. "Oh, God, Sir. That's great!" He fucked me with it for a long time, and I loved the feeling. My ass didn't tighten up at all. I lay there with my eyes closed, my prick throbbing, while he worked my ass with the tool. But I knew I was ready -- I wanted the real thing! I wanted to feel him fucking me, his skin slapping against my ass! "Please, Sir. Fuck me." The dildo paused. "What did you say?" "Please, Sir. I want you to fuck me." "Are you sure?" "Yes, Sir. Please do it." The vibrating stopped and he stroked it into me a few more times, and then pulled it out. I lay there waiting. The bed jounced as he greased himself up and got up on his knees between my legs. He leaned forward on one hand and positioned his hard dick at my asshole, and I tried to push my ass up a little higher, so he could get at it better. "Here it comes, slave." I held my breath and felt him start to push. I pushed back myself, as much as I could -- and the head popped in. "MMMMMMmmmmmm. Easy, Sir." He paused for a couple seconds and then pushed harder, and I felt it slo-o-o-owly sliding into my asshole. God! It was so big! It felt much bigger than the dildo, even though I knew it wasn't. He kept pushing, and I could feel the difference as it slid into me -- it was hot and pliable, not cold and hard like the dildo! "You okay, slave?" "Yes, Sir. Do it some more." So he stroked into me slowly a few times, and then pushed it harder. I pushed back against him, till I could feel his pubic hair crushed against my tender ass cheeks -- it felt like it was ready to come out my throat! He stopped pushing, and leaned forward and kissed my neck. "You've got it all, slave." "Yes, Sir, I can tell. Just fuck me -- but slow and easy!" He raised his torso up on his hands and started to fuck me -- slowly and easily, in and out -- in and out. The heat of his cock joined with the fire in my guts, and my dick wanted to burst. On every stroke his prick went all the way in, and his hair scraped against my tender skin. It went on ... and on ... and on. "OOOooooooohhh, yeah, Sir. I love it." Then he stroked harder and faster, and his stomach slapped against me, and even though my ass was still red and sore, I pushed back against him to get it deeper. "Take it, slave!! Take it all!!" "Fuck me!! ... Fuck me!! ... Yeah, do it!!" It was incredible! I could feel his cock head pulsing inside of me, and it felt like a point of fire in the middle of my guts! "You want it, slave?" "Oh, God! Yes, Sir!" I struggled against the ropes, but I couldn't do anything. "Tell me!" "Please, Sir! Fuck me all the way! I need your hot cum inside me!" This was my fantasy come true! He was fucking me and raping me, and I couldn't stop him! I wanted to feel him spurt into me! He fucked me harder, slamming into my ass on every thrust! "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" The abused skin on my ass ached and my balls were on fire! "Here it comes, slave!!" "BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM! ... BAM!" Raping my ass! Then he groaned, and I felt it spurt inside of me -- again -- again -- and again. My blood was boiling, and I felt his hot cum spreading all over my guts! Finally he collapsed onto my back, panting hoarsely, and his sweat dripped over me. We just lay there and rested, with his half-hard cock still embedded inside me. I felt his dick continue to soften, and after a bit he kissed the back of my neck several times and let it slip out of my ass. OOooooohh! I hated to lose it. He went into the bathroom and washed up. It was amazing! I could feel a little of his cum dripping down the crack of my ass -- and I loved it!! Shortly he came back and untied me, and I edged over to the side of the bed and gingerly stood up. My ass was very tender from the beating he had given me, and I was afraid to sit down. He stepped up and took me in his arms and kissed me on the lips. I held him and relaxed, and let him do it. His hand ran down my back and gently caressed my ass cheeks. I moaned a little in my throat, but it felt good. My dick was still hard and rubbed against his leg, so he reached down and squeezed it. "We're not through, slave. It's your turn now." I almost didn't care, but I replied, "Yes, Sir. Whatever you say." He removed the small pillow from the bed and pointed. "Back on the bed, face up." I eased myself down onto the bed and lay back. What was he going to do next? He spread my arms wide and tied them again. "Is this necessary, Sir?" "Of course, slave. You've got to be helpless and unable to stop me. That's an important part of the game." "I understand, Sir." "Besides, that's the way you want it, isn't it?" I had to smile. "Yes, Sir." He knew! For some reason being tied up did make it all much more intense. "Spread your legs." I did, wide the way he liked it, but this time he didn't tie them. He got on the bed between my legs and immediately dropped his mouth onto my cock. I closed my eyes and felt the hot wetness as his lips rode tightly on my shaft. His hands glided over my flesh -- stomach and chest and legs -- and he caressed my balls. "MMMMMMMmmmmmm. That feels good, Sir." He just kept on sucking me. I felt his finger probe at my tender asshole, so I just relaxed the muscles and it slid in. The combination of his finger in my ass and his mouth sucking my hard cock really excited me, and my cock was throbbing. I wondered what it would feel like to have two dicks in me at the same time. I got the feeling that someday he might show me. But when I started to get close, he pulled off. "Not yet, slave. I have something more interesting in mind." I was sure he did, and I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not. He walked over to the closet and got a few things, but I couldn't see what they were. Then he had a long piece of cord in his hands, and he made a slipknot loop in the middle of it. He carefully worked the loop around my balls, just below my rigid cock, and tightened it down. I started to get a little worried. "Lift your knees up some." I pulled my feet up on the bed a little to make that happen, and he adjusted them just where he wanted them. Then he tied one end of the cord to my big toe, and the other end to the other big toe. I wondered what the hell he was doing! "Now straighten your legs out." Carefully I let my feet slide down the bed, and soon I felt the loop tighten around my sac and start to stretch my balls away from my hard dick. I stopped. "Farther, slave." So I pushed my feet a little more, till the skin was stretched really tight and my balls started to ache. "That's good, slave. Now just hold it there." I lifted my head and looked down; the pressure on my balls had my throbbing cock standing straight up in the air. He took a couple more pictures of that. Then he climbed onto the bed at my side, and leaned down and kissed me briefly. "I'm going to work on your cock now. And whenever I tell you to push, you push with your feet. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." I just hoped to hell he knew what he was doing! He moved down and licked over my cock -- around the head, down the shaft and back up. His tongue probed the slit some, and then he positioned his tight lips on the head, and slowly -- slowly -- slowly slid down onto the shaft. His lips were incredibly tight, and I felt the pressure inside my dick. His mouth slid all the way down, and then all the way up and off. Then back again, all the way down, and up and off. Slowly and evenly -- down and up -- and always tight. "Push." I did, and it hurt. Down and up and off. Again -- and again. His fingers found my left nipple and he squeezed. A little more pain, but good. Down and up and off. Again. He squeezed the other nipple. Down and up and off, and tight. "Push." I tried, but it really hurt. The sensations were whirling inside of me -- I wasn't sure what was pain and what was pleasure! Again -- and again -- still slow and even and tight. I groaned and tried to thrust into his mouth, to make it go faster -- but he pulled off! God! I wanted to come!!! My hands strained against the ropes! My eyes were closed, and I felt him tweaking my right nipple and tugging at it. But then, suddenly -- pain!!! "UUUUUHHNNNN!!" -- I couldn't help it! I raised my head and looked -- he had a clothespin clamped to the nipple! My body reacted -- I twisted my chest, as much as I could -- my legs tried to stretch, but that brought pain to my balls!! His hot mouth slid down on my cock again -- hot and tight and slick -- down and up, a little faster. The pain in my nipple fell away a little as he sucked me, but my blood was boiling. Then he pulled off. He tugged at the other nipple -- and clamped it with another clothespin! I threw myself against the ropes. "Oh, God, Sir!!! That's too much!!" My chest squirmed from the pain, but that just made the clothespins flop around and jerk my nipples more! "Come on, slave! Go for it! Now!!" His mouth squeezed down onto my pulsing dick again, and he stroked it faster. The pain in my nipples turned into heat in my guts, and spread to my cock and balls. He pulled up quickly -- "PUSH!!" -- and slid back down onto my cock. He didn't have to tell me -- I already was! Pain in my balls!!! My tender ass cheeks rubbing against the bed!!! His hot mouth sliding on my cock!! My chest squirming, which brought a fresh stab of pain in my nipples!! His fingers fucking into my asshole!! It built and built!!! Then it happened!! "AAAAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHH!!!" My cum fired into his throat -- over -- and over -- and over!!! He swallowed and kept stroking, but quickly removed the clips from my nipples. More pain!! My legs automatically pushed downwards and my balls were on fire!! I came again, and spurted more -- and more -- and more!!!!!!!!! Finally I lay there, moaning and squirming and gasping for breath, while he licked the last remains of cum from my pulsing cock. Then I had to pull my feet up to relieve the pressure on my balls. Eventually he sat up and tenderly massaged my sore nipples. Then he reached down and removed the cord from my balls. His hand rested on my quivering stomach while he leaned down and kissed me. I couldn't help it -- I kissed him back. "How you doing, slave?" "Okay, Sir. I think I'll live." We both laughed. "That was incredible, Sir! I've never come like that!" "It's amazing, isn't it, the way a little pain pushes you even higher?" "That's a good way to describe it, Sir." He untied my wrists. The game's over for tonight, Larry. You can relax." So I sat up and he helped me remove the cuffs and collar. Then I lit up a cigarette and lay back, and he lay next to me, resting a hand on my thigh. I told him, "You know, if anyone had told me two months ago that I would let someone do this shit to me, I would have punched him right in the face." "Well, if I didn't have you tied down, you probably wouldn't let me do it, either." "That's for sure!!" "But you love it -- I can see it in your face when I'm working you over." "I know. I didn't realize it until you tied me up that first time, that I've always had this fantasy about being tied up and raped." He just smiled. I reached down to my thigh and rested my hand on top of his. "And now I know what it's like to be fucked -- and I love it!" "I'm glad to hear that." I thought back over the scene. "I thought you were hitting me awfully hard when you were punishing me." "I know, but I had to. If I just did it real easy it wouldn't mean anything. This way you'll be sore for a couple days, but you'll remember -- and next time you'll be more careful to obey me." "I sure will --- Sir." We both laughed. "But I wish you hadn't taken those pictures. I don't like anyone to have nude photos of me like that." "Too bad, slave. When you wear my leather, what happens is what happens. But don't worry -- I won't show them to anyone. I want them so that when I'm alone and horny, I can use them for `inspiration' while I jerk off." "I understand. I'll probably fantasize about this scene for a long time." "So will I." We both laughed again. "But one more thing - I plan to keep your balls and your ass shaved now. I think that's very sexy." "I know -- so do I. But just don't shave it all off around my cock." I looked at him. "Please, Sir." He smiled back at me. "I hear you -- but I won't promise anything. I'll let you worry about that." "You fucker!!!" We both laughed. "But don't you shave it. I will, whenever I think it needs it." "I understand." We finally got up and got dressed, and went down to the kitchen and fixed a snack. It was only about 11, so I suggested we go down to the gay bar for a while, and he agreed. We had a couple beers there and played some pool. I saw a couple of my friends looking at us, speculating about what was going on between us -- but I ignored them. Although I had to wonder if they knew about this leather game of his, and realized that I was into it with him. About 12:30 we left. As he drove up Main Street, he rested his hand on my thigh and said, "Why don't you come back up and spend the night?" I thought about that for a couple minutes. "Okay, but on one condition -- no more leather games." He laughed. "Okay -- for tonight." We got back to the house and went right up to the bedroom -- I was bushed. He had really worked me over earlier. He gave me a toothbrush to use, and then we started to undress. He asked, "What do you usually wear to bed?" "Just my undershorts." "How about if you sleep naked tonight? I do." I smiled. "Okay." So we got in bed and he turned out the light. He rolled over towards me and started to massage my back and my ass, slowly and easily. "MMMMMMMmmmm. That feels so good." My ass was still sore, but he was gentle and I liked it. Within minutes I was asleep. The next thing I knew it was light outside, and his head was bobbing up and down on my hard prick. His hands roamed over my body while his mouth stroked my cock. It didn't take me long -- when he saw that I was getting close, he pinched both nipples and, with a loud groan, I came and he swallowed it all. I looked down at him. "Thank you. That was great." "You're welcome. I enjoyed it, too." I half-expected that he would want me to do him, but he didn't suggest anything; so we went in and took a shower together, and then he took me home.