Discipline

stories dealing with bondage scenarios, with discipline actions

9Aug

Entering the Dark Side (2)

Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (2)

The silence was uncomfortable. He couldn’t help himself staring, and yet it seemed that Dix was totally impervious to his stares, or his needs. It was like a test of wills, in some ways. How he had a sort of blank stare on his face, while Mark stood there, sweating.

Staring at the phone, he remembered just how it all felt, how he felt annoyed at first, then self conscious, then scared, as Dix just stared at him. Eventually he managed to avert his gaze, and it was shortly after that he was ordered to get on the table. It was like a sudden surge of relief, and anxiety all rolled into one.

He stretched out on the table, and felt the hands pulling him, positioning him slightly differently. His neck was resting on a rolled up leather tube, that gave him support. Then came the restraints. Each one was carefully tightened over his wrists and ankles, making it impossible for him to move.

Mark felt Dix’s presence, as he came close, and whispered into his ear: ‘What is your safe word?

Immediately he answered, ‘Demon, Sir’ which got him a pat on the head. In some ways, it was rather exciting, to feel that gentle little pat on his head, more rewarding than any words could make him feel. It was strange, thinking of that now, of those little touches, little signs of doing something right. He could still feel the pride, the warmth with each pat, each gentle caress that it earned him.

While other sex, they had always expressed their pleasure, this was different. It was in the moment, not afterwards, and it wasn’t words either. You expected those words after a hard fuck, or long tasty blow job. Yet that was during the sex, and he settled back into his couch, feeling the twinge, yet feeling that pleasure too.

Funny how it all seemed to mingle together, as he struggled with deciding on whether to call or not. Some of what had happened, scared the shit out of him, yet at the same time, the good feelings far outweighed the others. And to be honest, he wasn’t so sure the others were bad, just that they were new to him.

The whip for instance. How sinister it looked in Dix’s hand, as he held over Mark’s face that first time. How the strands of leather hung from it (*known as falls), lightly touching the cheek of his face. How his eyes fixed on the hard knot at the end, where it joined the handle, and how dark it all looked in the flickering candle light. He had swallowed hard, as Dix held it near his face.

They had mentioned corporal punishment, and how he might want to try being disciplined with a variety of tools. A cane, a riding crop, and even a hand whip were mentioned, which he had agreed to. Now seeing it, well he was having more than second thoughts.

Yet Dix just stared at him, that little evil grin on his face, as he ran the leather straps down the side of Mark’s face, then under his chin. He used it to lift his chin up, ordering him to keep his head that way, as he let the leather lightly caress his throat, then down the centre of Mark’s chest.

He felt his muscles coil, felt his heart race a bit, as the falls continued to lightly move down his chest, towards his crotch. How Dix let them dangle, let them tease him, was making him both nervous and excited. He was afraid he couldn’t handle them, with any force, yet their slow movement across his flesh made him ache to feel it, to have them lash out and strike.

When Dix moved them down between his legs, how they lay across his groin, then around his hard dick, made him wet his lips. He felt strangely excited, more alive and sensitive to each touch of the falls, thongs, that he felt his balls swelling, felt the cum swirling inside, wanting to escape.

The muscles along the inside of his thighs quivered, as the leather slid past them, making his nerves tingle in anticipation, then when Dix suddenly pushed them up and under his balls, he moaned. He felt the hard knob of where the leather falls had been gathered together, felt it press up against the root of his cock. He felt his body arch upwards, felt his legs strain at the ankle restraints.

Then suddenly they were gone, the feeling was just taken away. His body slumped back to the table, his heart felt disappointed, as he felt the ache in his balls, and in his ass too. He had thought for sure there would be more.

A creaking sound made him flinch, but he kept his head tilted back, as ordered. He felt a sudden burning sensation across his groin, felt his cock jerk as something hot hit the shaft, then across his cock head. He cried out in surprise, as more drops of hot liquid dripped onto his groin, drying almost instantly. He had no idea what it was, as he lay there, head tilted back. He so wanted to lift it up, to stare down his body, but he was too afraid of what Dix would do.

His balls were suddenly grabbed. Mark felt the hand take them both, and squeeze, making him wince, then cry out a bit, as the hand twisted his balls, then pushed them inwards, as if to crush them back into his body. His legs twitched, at the pain that came up his backside, then it suddenly ended. He breathed in deeply, as his hard pole was now grasped by a hand, tightly squeezing the base of it. He moaned a bit, as the hand pushed up and down for a few quick hard strokes. His head move a bit, side to side, which brought a slap to one hip.

Keep still’ was ordered, and Mark struggled to obey, to not move, but it was hard to do, as the waves of pleasure and pain continued to race up his body from his cock. He felt himself moaning, felt his body shaking as the hand clasped his dick even harder, almost as if to strangle it.

The hand moved down under his cock, pushing his balls upwards, then two hard fingers began to massage his crack, to run up and down between his cheeks. He wanted to lift his legs up, to let the fingers have more access, but he couldn’t. His restraints made it impossible for him to shift himself much, plus he had been told to stay still.

It was agony, as the fingers moved up and down, then twirled around his tight hole. He felt the tips brushing past, lightly pulling at the muscle, lightly opening it. He moaned more as the fingers began to concentrate just on his hole, on the tiny sphincter muscle around it.

The penetration was quick and hard. Mark cried out as suddenly not one, but both fingers were digging into his insides, his muscles unable to prevent their entry. They move in deep and hard. He felt his insides protest, felt his body arch upwards, that got him another hard slap on a side of his body, around his buttocks.

It hurt, and yet as the fingers moved in and out, in a steady but fast motion, he also felt the pleasure such penetration eventually delivered. His head ached, and he could feel the sweat dripping from his forehead, as Dix worked his hole. Soon a third finger was pushing in, making his insides stretch even more. He cried out, a sort of muffled moan, that made the fingers twist a bit, as they pushed hard inside.

Mark had no idea for how long he was fingered, but he felt the change, when his throbbing cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm wetness. He cried out, as Dix’s lips wrapped around his cock, and slid down, while three fingers probed his insides. He felt his body arch up, to meet Dix’s mouth, to escape the fingers.

Dix let his mouth take him all, every inch of his throbbing cock. He felt the man’s nose pressing into his soft belly, felt his face on his groin, as his cock was deep inside of his mouth. His body shuddered, as the tongue licked at the throbbing veins around his cock, as his balls began to throb as well. He wanted to cum, felt his balls getting ready, when once more all of the sensations just ended.

He could hear himself panting, as his body relaxed on the table. Every nerve inside of him was screaming, wanting more, as he struggled to gulp in air. The flickering candle lights made him blink several times, when he felt Dix’s hand push his head back, so it rested in a more normal position.

Thinking about it now, he also realized that not once, during the entire session, had his dick softened. Not for one single moment, did his dick soften or even slightly soften. It kept hard, throughout, which was unusual for him. Not that he had problems keeping it up, just that at certain moments, it would relax, as he and his partner gathered themselves for the next bit of fun.

Funny how that hadn’t happened last night, or for that matter, how during those odd little breaks, those moments of nothing but silence, how his dick seemed to ache even more, seemed to throb just that much more. It was like it hated the break, anticipated more happening, which it never did. In some ways, it was as if his dick knew more of what was happening than his mind.

The whole night had been like that too, nothing seemed expected, yet when things happened, his body was like amazed, taken by complete surprise. Every nerve in his body never seemed to totally relax, but his dick, just seemed to know more was coming. Not once, which really was remarkable, given how long he had been there.

His arms and legs were sore, from being stretched out for so long, but he didn’t complain. One more of the rules he remembered, which was to not speak, unless to utter the safe word, or to reply to a command. For him, that was different. He was a surveyor, used to giving orders to others, to move this way or that way, yet here he was, the one taking the orders.

In his other life, his sex life before last night, he was the aggressor, the top. He was the one who decided what would be done, when and how. If he liked the guy’s looks, how his dick hung, he’d suck him off. If not, well the hand was a good tool at times, and rarely did he ever meet someone that he wanted to rim. Though he liked receiving it, he wasn’t a fan of ass sucking.

He had told Dix that, who simply told him, if he wanted his ass licked, he had to do it. That had been a tough call to make, sitting drinking some coffee in a rather ornate room. Yet he had bitten the bullet, realizing that Dix was pushing him, testing him. Agreeing that he would rim Dix, if ordered to, was just one more way he felt himself submitting to the will of another. At first glance, Dix would not be one he would normally choose to give a rim job to.

Everything kept playing over in his mind, running together. How he had sat agreeing to do things, then actually doing them, or not. It all seemed like one blurred picture, yet distinct enough to make him ache for more, even now, hours later. In some ways, it felt like maybe he was just some sicko, yet at the same time, he felt so alive, so full of life.

Okay he hadn’t had much sleep, and had been sitting here for what seemed like hours, but he felt tingly all over. Sure, he didn’t like everything that he had done last night, or had done to him, but it was the whole package, that had him feeling so invigorated. It was almost as if he had a brand new perspective on things, even work.

Having his morning coffee was even different now. It kept reminding him of Dix, of that room, of those papers. It also reminded him of his decision, of having to make a choice. Glancing at the clock, he realized that time was starting to run out, that he had only minutes to decide.

There was no doubt that if he was late, if his clock was off by a minute or two, it wouldn’t matter. He’d be shit out of luck, which made him pick up the phone. He knew inside what he wanted, how he wanted to keep on feeling, yet his mind was still opposing him. It was still throwing up roadblocks, playing to his fears.

Like how Dix made him suck him off, was one thing that had nearly made him use the safe word that night. How he had stuffed his own uncut cock into Mark’s mouth, forcing it past his lips and down into his throat. How he had nearly choked on it, and how Dix kept at him to take it all, to suck the whole thing, had made him panic.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t deep throated a dick before, some even a bigger than Dix’s eight inches, but the way it was just thrust into his mouth, at how the hand grabbed at his hair, lifting his head up, to take the whole cock straight in.

No preliminaries, no warnings, just suddenly his head was being lifted up by the roots of his hair, the smell of stale sweat filling his nostrils, then the thick pole being stuffed down his mouth. How it hurt his jaw, made his tongue flatten all came back to him, as he held the phone in one hand.

Mark had nearly thrown up. Not once, but three times, as Dix was merciless. He kept pushing it in and out, forcing Mark to take it, making Mark gag more than once. It was rough, hard, and yet it made his body tingle, made his own cock jerk a bit as he tried to swallow the cock, to let his throat muscles relax.

It had gone on for several minutes. He had felt the skin tighten around Dix’s shaft, felt the head become more noticeable as the foreskin was held back. He tasted his salty precum too, which seemed to be never ending. It made him nearly toss his cookies, but he held back, afraid to let his natural urges take over. Dix had pounded his face for what seemed forever, then like everything else, it just ended.

For several minutes afterwards, he coughed, trying to get his throat relax, wondering when the next assault on his mouth would happen. His body ached too, as he slowly stopped panting, gradually feeling his throat ease. It was then, when Dix once more brought out the whip.

Mark had been turned over, but in a different way than before. His head now hung over the table, his arms were stretched out and downwards, towards his feet. His legs still spread far apart, but they felt different.

Dix held the whip under his face, so he could see it, then once again he brought Mark’s face up, using the hard end. Mark stared into Dix’s eyes, saw that same little grin, saw the sparkle in the eyes too, which made him tremble. He was in position to being whipped, and he knew it. It scared him as Dix stared at him, then once more let his head fall back down. The falls moved across his cheek, then up over his shoulder.

Mark felt his body shake, felt his arm twitch as the leather moved lightly over his shoulder blades, and along the back of his neck, then gradually down his spine. He felt them brushing past his lower back, to rest around the top of his buttocks and back. He felt himself licking his lips, then biting lightly at his lower lip, as the leather pieces just sat there, as if trying to choose where to strike him.

His muscles were once more coiled up, as Dix moved them down one of his butt cheeks, then down between his legs. A hand reached out and underneath to grab hold of his scrotum, and pull them back, so they were between his legs, but visible, not hidden by his lower body.

Down the inside of his leg they moved, slowly and lightly, until they curled around his foot, then back up Dix took them, to once more tease his buttocks. He felt the hard knob suddenly push between his cheeks, then he felt the soft leather caress his exposed balls. He felt frightened, wondering if Dix was going to whip his balls, or worse, reach out and push his hard dick down, and whip that.

Strange thoughts had run through his mind, as Dix just stopped the motion. The leather straps rested on his balls, and Mark could hear his heavy breathing as he waited for the pain to come. He felt his nerves tingling, felt his body grow taut, in anticipation, but instead nothing happened. He felt slightly deflated, when the loud whack echoed in the room.

Mark cried out instinctively, as he felt the hard blow across both cheeks. He only felt the one, realizing that it was something else that had hit his cheeks. The warmth was creeping up from where he had been struck, as the next blow landed just above the first. He kept quiet this time, biting on his lower lip as the pain and warmth, both made their way up his spine and through his whole body.

He flinched after the third blow landed just below the first one. His legs jerked as he felt the tingling of his body, as he felt his balls suddenly swell up and try to push up into his belly, then sag down. A fourth blow was not so straight across, but more on a diagonal, cutting across the three previous blows. He felt himself groan, felt his toes curl up a bit and his legs jerk.

The restraints hurt as his arms pulled at them, as well as his legs, as each blow landed, all on different spots of his fleshy cheeks. He felt the warmth become a solid wave, felt the pain become a bit more intense. Each blow was deliberate and full on to his cheeks, which he could feel shake after the landing of them. His eyes were clenched shut, as each blow struck, his teeth digging into the lower lip, making his cries muffled.

The table creaked, and he felt something wedge between the burning flesh of his buttocks. His head was in a cloud, as he felt the hard press of a thick pole, thinking it was the cane or riding crop that Dix must have used on him. He gritted his teeth, as suddenly he felt the thick knob pressing up against his hole, then slice inside.

He cried out, straining at the restraints as his whole body trembled. His legs grew taut, as did his arms, as they struggled to break free of the restraints. Yet even as he thrashed around, he felt the pain race up his spine, making him even more tense, more tight.

Whatever it was, it was in quickly, stretching his insides like nothing else had so far that night. He cried out, his hands balled up into fists, as he realized that whatever it was, it wasn’t a cane or riding crop, it was just too thick for that. Mark felt his body shaking, as the hard object drove deep into him, making his insides stretch beyond their breaking point. He felt them ache, felt them protest, as the hard pole shaped object stopped its drive in, then began to pull back.

He realized then, that it was Dix’s hard cock. The pain inside only grew, despite knowing what was being impaled into his body. The hard slap of Dix’s groin into his cheeks only added to his groans. He felt each thrust, that seemed to drive in deeper than the previous one. His whole body shook, as he twisted his head from side to side, as the hard cock dove in. Then it would stop for a brief second, before being very slowly withdrawn, to where just the cock head was inside of him.

Each thrust made him jump, made him strain at his restraints. He cried out, wanting to call out ‘demon’ but he didn’t. He bit his lip, until he tasted blood, as the hard pole would dive deep into him. Each thrust going further, each thrust forcing all of Dix’s weight to force him flat against the hard wooden surface of the table. He cried out, but stopped short of yelling out ‘demon’.

While his body struggled with the pain, the fullness inside, his mind grew stubborn, refusing to let him give him. It kept telling him to take it, to not think of the word, to not think of ending the pain, that was filling his whole body. He let himself take it, believing Dix was merely testing him, to see if he was worthy of more, or being allowed to cum.

His cock ached as it slid up and down against the hard table. How his taut belly rubbed one side, the hard wood the other. It made him groan, made his legs twitch, his arms strain. Each crushing thrust brought a sort of grunt from Dix, but that was it, as he felt himself getting closer, nearing the point of orgasm.

The pain inside stopped as suddenly as it had come to him. He felt his chest heave, felt his heart still pounding despite the lack of any pressure on his backside. Then his head was once more held in a vice like grip, and his eyes opened, to see the massive cock in front. Before he could say or do a thing, it was being driven into his mouth. Once more he felt his throat constrict, felt it try to stop the thick pole from entering, but he failed.

Only this time, it didn’t seem to take him as long to relax his muscles. Then too, the thrusts were quick, and hard, when he felt the fingers pulling at his hair, as he felt them yank hard, as the cock was thrust deep down into his throat, further than before. He smelled the testosterone, smelled that man aroma, and as his nostrils flared, he felt the jerk of the cock.

He knew what was to come, but then suddenly the hard thrusts ended. The thick pole was taken out and all Mark could hear was the heavy panting from both himself, and Dix. Then he felt a hand reaching down underneath his heaving body, and take hold of his cock. The fingers wrapped around it, and stroked it while he lay on top.

There was no way he could hold back, on the third stroke he felt himself explode, felt his balls suddenly empty their contents. He felt his cock shake, felt it tremble in between the hand that was sliding along its length. He cried out, yelling he was cumming.

He was too late in shouting his warning, as the hand suddenly stopped moving. Yet he felt his whole body shudder, felt the explosion of his milk as it raced through his cock, streaming out onto the table and along his heaving chest. Mark felt his muscles suddenly collapse, his whole body shaking. Every part of him was suddenly exhausted, as his cum spewed out. The hand that held his dick, was quickly removed, but he still shot a small final load of cum.

Mark lay there, slowly letting his body return to normal. There wasn’t any other sounds really, just his own panting breathing. He didn’t know what to do, or if that was the end of it, as he felt completely exhausted. His ass hurt from the caning, his legs and arms hurt from how he had thrashed while taking Dix’s cock, but he didn’t want it to be over. He wanted more, wanted to take Dix again in his ass, but he wasn’t even sure if Dix was still in the room, it was devoid of any other sound, but his own.

He was beginning to wonder if Dix had left, when he felt the restraint on an ankle loosen, then another. The wrists were last to come off, as he lay there, totally spent. His body ached, as he didn’t have any strength to even lift his head up, to try and see where Dix was.

His body flinched, as once more he felt the leather straps on his shoulder. His head turned to see Dix standing near him. His eyes were narrow, sort of slanted, as he told him to get off the table and get down on his knees. Mark swallowed, not sure if he could do it, but he managed to push himself up, then slide his legs off the table.

Holding on, he lowered himself off, to kneel at the side of the table. His eyes followed Dix’s every movement, not sure what was going to happen. His lips felt bruised, and he could still taste his blood, as Dix moved to stand right in front of Mark.

He had one hand holding his cock, which was still hard. Mark noticed how the cock head was still so purple in color, so full too. It made him lick his lips, which seemed to get Dix to smile. Then, before he could move, Dix had his other hand around the back of Mark’s head, and was holding it tightly, as he moved in closer, and shoved his cock towards Mark’s mouth.

There was no need for any words, as he quickly opened his mouth, to let Dix ram the hard cock past his bruised lips. He felt it push inwards, once more filling his mouth and throat with its thickness and length. The cock was shoved in as far as possible. He could feel Dix’s pubic hairs rubbing up against his face, smell them, as Dix began to twist and turn his hips.

It didn’t take him long either, before he was pounding Mark’s face with his hard dick. The one hand behind his head, kept him from moving away, made him take every inch of that cock down into his throat. He felt his body shaking still, as Dix pounded his face. He could hear the man’s breathing growing shorter, feel the thrusts coming faster, when Dix just pulled it all out.

Before he could close his mouth, he felt the stinging stream of hot cum splatter across his face. He heard the low groan too, as the hot cum struck him. He closed his eyes briefly, but then couldn’t resist opening them again, to watch the stream of milky cum shoot out from the cock head. He licked at his lips, tasting the cum, as more shot out. He felt it hit him, as Dix stroked his cock a few more times, before it was all over.

Mark leaned back against the table, totally exhausted, covered in Dix’s cum. His own belly and chest had his own dried seed on it, as he looked over at Dix, who still stood there, staring back at him.

It was shortly after that, when Dix had told him that if he wanted more, if he wanted to not have sessions end so quick, that he would have to call tomorrow, to confirm his desire for more advanced training. It was said so softly, so low, that he had trouble picking up each word, yet when he did, he felt his body shake. It was like he was on the edge of a cliff, about to fall off.

Looking down, at the phone in his hand, he felt himself shake all over again. It was as if he could hear Dix now, telling him that there was lots to learn, that it would take months before he could really call himself trained. Mark felt the sweat on the palms of his hand, as his eyes stared up at the clock. Licking his lips, he began to punch the numbers, realizing that time was nearly gone, that his chance to enjoy it all, was about gone.

Mark fumbled with the phone, having to hit cancel twice, before he finally got the numbers pressed. He waited, looking at the clock, waiting. His body was tense, as he realized how close it was to the time limit set by Dix.

please, let my clock be fast, please oh please’ he kept saying as he waited for Dix to answer the phone.

Scenes from the Dungeon
Scenes from the Dungeon

6Aug

Entering the Dark Side (1)

Entering the Dark Side

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part (1)

Mark stared down at his cordless phone. His brown eyes looked blank, as his mind argued about whether he should call Dix or not. Glancing up at the clock, he knew he only had 30 minutes to decide, before it would be too late. Those were the rules, from 1pm to 2pm only, and only today. Any later and there would be no answer, ever.

For the last 30 minutes he had been staring at the phone, now and then reaching for it, then pulling back. He still wasn’t sure if what he had experienced last night, was something he wanted to ever experience again. Yet at the same time, he felt like if he didn’t, he’d be missing out on the best sex of his entire life.

Not like he had a boring sex life, until now. Certainly last night with Dix had showed him a whole new type of sex, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t known what was involved. That was the other thing, the way he had to sit and actually tell Dix what he would or wouldn’t do. It was so unreal, to sit down and over a cup of coffee have it all laid out for him.

Now it was up to him, if he want to pursue that line of sex. It wasn’t something he had to ever do before. The guys he had sex with, well it had been good, damn hot too but if he didn’t like it, he could just not call them. If he did like it, well he usually could call whenever, not have any deadlines, or ultimatums. That too made this all different, as he stared at the phone, wishing it would ring, but knowing that Dix wasn’t about to call him. It was his choice, his only.

Leaning back into the chesterfield, he felt the twinge around his ass, and along his back. It was still a bit sore from last night. As Mark thought about it, he found his hand lightly moving around his wrist, feeling the tenderness. His hand moved along his arm, feeling the ache in his muscles, up around the shoulder.

Dix wasn’t all that much older than him, least in years. About a year & a bit, making him 27 to his own 25 and a bit. Dix was one of those trainers, the kind that you hired to get you in shape, while he worked in the real world. Mark was a surveyor by trade, loved the freedom his job gave him, and the ability to be outdoors. Dix on the other hand, well at first Mark thought he was either at a gym or at someone’s house yelling at them to do one more push up or sit up.

Now he wasn’t so sure. He had a rather soft voice but man it could bark out those orders at times. Mark smiled as he remembered how the night had gone from idle chit chat, to the meat of things, as Dix called it. He was pretty no nonsense, but he had a sense of humor, or so it seemed. Now he wondered, given how hard he had worked him that night, and it was his first stab at that kind of sex too.

Mark liked to try new things, which is why he had answered the ad in the local bar rag for some ‘edgy sex with attitude’ that had gotten his attention. It wasn’t like it was from some hustler either, though he had wondered at the time. Still, he had always been curious about the more rough aspect of sex, though he didn’t realize just how much went into a ‘session’, as Dix called it.

They had met at a coffee shop, near Dix’s flat. He was a bit shorter than Mark, had his hair cut short too, but his face reminded Mark of some military dudes he had known. The way their eyes seemed to never settle on one spot, but always were darting around. Sort of like they were afraid of being seen, or attacked. It was unnerving at first.

He had a rather unshaved look too, plus he certainly seemed built. The way his sleeves looked so stretched, as if they were a size or two too small. Yet all in all he thought he stacked up pretty good to him, but he had only been kidding himself. Dix was certainly far more defined, had a body that was very well defined, a total turn on for him too.

Going back to his flat was an experience. The place was more up scale than he had imagined, and the furnishing inside didn’t seem to match the guy either. There were lots of delicate objects in shelves, and the furniture itself looked more suited to some doddering old geezer, than to a fit 27 year old trainer.

Yet as he sat on the couch, he was surprised at how comfortable it was, at how it supported his frame without any pressure. He now understood why too, as he grimaced a bit, staring down at the phone. Time was ticking away, and he needed to decide. Did he want more training at Dix’s hand, or not?

There was so much to consider, before making that call. He knew he couldn’t back out later, it was a choice to make now, or never. No procrastination, least not if he wanted to continue to see Dix, to have him administer to his needs. A small grin crossed his face as his hand moved across his bare chest, feeling the chest hair move, felt the way his nipples were once more fully erect. Sore, but erect and seemingly ready for more.

He had his nipples sucked by some of the best, but nothing like how Dix had done him. Man, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to touch them again, not the way Dix had used those clamps on them. How they didn’t seem too bad at first, then suddenly they were squeezing them so hard, he thought he’d pass out.

That too was a whole different scene. To not only know how to act, how to perform for the guy, but to remember how to stop it all. Mark figured he was pretty tough, resilient even, but he had come so close, so many times last night, to just shouting it out, to ending it all. He had never experienced such pain, across his chest, his groin, or his rectum.

Yet at the same time, he had never felt such pleasure either. The way his nipples had felt when Dix sucked on them, each one given the same treatment. It had only made his dick ache. Hell, it had made his whole body tremble, if he was to be honest. How the pain turned to pleasure, back to pain, then pleasure.

It was like Dix had some secret switch that he flicked at will. It really was amazing, as his hand trembled a bit, remembering sitting on that couch, listening to Dix explain the things he liked. It scared him, and he could tell that Dix knew that too. The way his face smiled, sort of. It was more like a wicked little grin than a smile, and how his eyes seemed to glitter when he talked about how he liked to bind his boys, only added to the fear.

Yet he didn’t run out, or get up and storm out. He had stayed, and listen to the man’s soft voice as he talked about he liked to use wrist and ankle restraints. How he enjoyed the feel of rope being tied tightly, but not too tight. How he used a gag at times, but not the first time out. Then there was all the talk about taking him to new heights, not just mentally, but physically too.

How he would teach Mark, to not cum until he had commanded it, to hold it back and make it even more of a powerful orgasm. It held his attention, as he really did love the orgasms he had. Dix seemed confident he could triple, at least, those feelings, but only if Mark was willing to follow his instructions, to him teach him the right way.

While he had failed on that score, last night, he was rather intrigued about it, wanting to find out just how it worked. Not that his failure last night was total either, he had managed to hold it back for a bit. Still, it was too soon for Dix, who showed his displeasure. He could still feel the whacks across his buttocks, the way the hard pole of rubber had hit, each whack making him wince, making him bit his lower lip.

The whole night had been odd, and yet today he felt still exhausted from it, still tingling really. None of the sex he had before, ever really left him feeling this satisfied, or this anxious to have more. And he had, had some hot guys. There was William, Matt, and a few others that had left feeling totally drained, but nothing like how he was feeling right now. It had been hours since he had gotten dressed, slowly too.

Every part of his body had hurt, had felt like it was ready to just collapse. All the way home, he could still feel some of the tingling, some of the thrill of the sex, long after it had been done. Yes, the pain was there, but so was the pleasure, the warmth inside. Odd how he could separate the two, so long after. It was as if each blow, each surprise, had etched itself into his body, not just his memory, but his body itself.

His eyes moved across the phone, towards the crumbled paper that lay next to it. One of the pieces had Dix’s phone number, the other was his copy of the consent form. He smiled as he looked at that, wondering if it really meant anything, or was just part of the whole routine? Did him signing his acceptance mean anything legally, or was it to put him in the right frame of mind?

So what if he had signed something, it didn’t list really all that was to be done, or that they had agreed. Plus, a lot of it was left up to Dix, to his expert knowledge to determine what Mark would do, or could do. How far it went, was pretty well up to Dix, with the only exception being that one safe word.

Choosing that had been hard, because it had to be something he could easily say, remember. It was his key to safety, as Dix told him. He told him several times too, which impressed Mark. It was sort of like Dix cared, cared so much that he was anal about it, but after the night had ended, he was glad too.

At first, when they had been talking about it, he had felt rather foolish in trying to choose one. He even had sort of made fun at it, which had gotten him a stern look. Then there was the sheaf of documents that Dix brought out, which he told Mark he would need to gather, if he elected to continue with his ‘training’. That too had a sort of sinister sound to it, but the papers Dix handed to him were rather impressive.

They showed everything about him, results for test for various infections, assorted diseases, not just his HIV status. That did impress him, showing he was free from Gonorrhoea, syphilis, and Hepatitis A, B, & C. In some ways it seemed all so cold, so planned, but then again, the sex sessions weren’t just random. Though Dix did say that once things progressed, it would appear more random, but for now, it was either this way, or no way.

It made him stare at Dix for several minutes, and this time, the man didn’t flinch, didn’t shift his eyes one fraction of an inch. He stared right back, letting Mark look. He remembered how he had shivered then, as he realized that this wasn’t about just tying up one’s hands, and teasing them, or Spanking their bottom. This was the real deal, that there really would be pain, hard pain.

Asking for a Beer had also surprised him. The way Dix had smiled at him, then simply said ‘not a chance’. He did explain that they either did it straight, or again, no way. He rather had wished he had a few drinks in him before they had gone into the so called playroom, but afterwards, it all made sense.

He certainly didn’t want some drunk or inebriated person administering those little lessons. The risk of going too far, of maybe even ignoring the safe word, were just too great. Dix also told him, no drugs allowed, not even some Pot. He was quite cool and calm as he explained it to Mark, but you could tell he was deadly serious. He said no lessons, if Mark had a hint of being under the influence, of anything, booze or drugs.

Made sense, once they were into the session, but at the start, he felt it was all rather pointless. He knew better now, and was glad that Dix had been such a hard nose about it. Last thing he wanted was to have Dix make a mistake, because he was high or feeling the drinks. Just the idea of him being loaded, while twisting that nipple clamp, made him cringe.

Staring at the wall clock, he realized that time was running out. He had to make up his mind, before he lost this opportunity. Problem for him really, was did he think of it as an opportunity, or as something to run from?

While it was more role playing, sort of an enhanced sexual game, it felt like a lot more than that. It felt strange to lay on the hard table, to watch this nearly bald shaved man tie his arms up, to pull on the arm so that his shoulders ached. To see him carefully bind his wrists, then to pull his legs apart, with the same precision, same intensity.

How his hands held his ankles, as he strapped them down. How he looked up at Mark, his eyes glaring. It all added up to making him nervous, yet also very excited. Nothing had ever felt this way, even though he had tried it a few times with others.

Like how Matt had tied him up, while poking at his sac, then sucking on his cock. It had been good, but no where as good as when Dix had finished tying up his legs, and had just ran his hand up the leg. How powerful it had felt, how sexy it made him feel. Then the way his hand had slapped at his hard cock, which surprised him, but also made him feel hornier.

Matt had been a good fuck, a great cock sucker too, but nothing like how Dix had him feeling. The whole living room scene, had definitely set the mood. Walking into the playroom, he had been surprised by how dark it was. Even when Dix flicked a switch, it didn’t seem to brighten up much.

There wasn’t much in the way of furniture. A large wooden table stood dead centre in the room. You could see the open cuffs, and the padding. It was a rather wide looking table, which he now knew was so he could be stretched out better. Laying on that table, spread eagled and unable to move, had made him quiver, even now, just recalling it.

Mark leaned forward, his arm outstretched as the memory of that night flooded his mind. He felt his body shudder, as he recalled it all, as his fingers stretched out for the phone. The way Dix had opened the playroom door, and stood to one side, telling him to enter the dark side of sex, where nothing was taboo.

That sort of made him start, but he had walked in. It was almost like being back in School, him accepting a dare. The similarity ended there, though. This was a lot more than a dare as he stepped in, noticing the long dark shadow of the table in the centre. He heard the switch being flicked on, but the darkness didn’t seem to disappear all that much.

It shed some light, mostly around the corners of the room. He noticed how the walls were actually more like floor mats, that one used in a school gym, or at some exercise place. There were things handing from one, and the table was more noticeable. Seeing the restraints made him stop and look. It also had made him wonder what he had gotten himself into, as well as making him chant his safe word, over and over again.

What had felt like an over dramatization, was suddenly very real as he stared at the table, then at the rubber walls. He realized, all the screaming in the world wouldn’t help him one bit. No one would hear as he looked up and down, to see that even they were covered. Funny, he hadn’t noticed that when he first stepped in.

Dix closed the door rather loudly, which made Mark jump. He turned around quickly, noting how close Dix was suddenly to him. At first he felt like running, but realized the only way out, was through Dix. Suddenly the guy didn’t look so small, or equal. It was like he had grown, to become a giant, and it made him break out in a bit of a cold sweat as he retreated a few steps, towards the table.

There was that sort of grin, that only added to his sense of fear, which yet seemed to not be greater than his curiosity. Strange, as he watched Dix move around the room, lighting several candles that Mark hadn’t even noticed. They were like candelabra’s, on long black poles, and you could see they had been well used, the candles that is. Some had thick stubs only of candles, while others were nearly new looking, though still fat.

Near the long table, that he could now see better, was a trolley with a cloth over it. He felt a strange cold creep into his spine, as his eyes stared at the trolley, wondering what evil little toys were hidden there.

What is your safe word?’ the voice commanded, which made him feel like Dix had shouted it at him. He was that close, and had obviously leaned towards his ear, to ask him.

demon’ he had stuttered in response, that wasn’t quite right. Oh the word was right, but he had already forgotten the rules, and felt his entire body being pulled forward, as Dix had reached out with one hand, grabbing his shirt in his fist.

What?

Demon… Sir

Dix held him for a second or two, glaring at him, almost nose to nose, before releasing him. Mark realized just how powerful the guy was, as he had been lifted up onto his toes, with just the yank from one single hand. It felt strangely hot in the room, as he stood there, uncertain what to do next. While Mark might be an inch taller, Dix certainly had the greater strength.

His fears were growing, despite the talk outside the playroom. How did he know if Dix would accept his safe word? What if he forgot it, or worse, was too weak or something to say it? Thinking about it, he wondered why he was willing to put so much trust into a guy he had met through an ad in a bar magazine. What did he know about the guy, other than he was some personal trainer?

The contact had been by email, and the meeting arranged the same way. No one knew where he was, which made him look harder at Dix. The way he held himself, how carefully he moved as if walking on egg shells. It was like everything had a purpose, and each movement was calculated for minimum effort.

The candles added some flickering light to the room, and he could smell them burning, as he waited, uncertain if he still wanted to go on with this. He felt the palms of his hands become damp from sweat, felt his forehead beading up with sweat, as Dix finally finished lighting candles, and now stood, once more, in front of Mark.

His dark brown eyes seemed to glare, as they moved slowly up and down, taking in Mark’s nervous posture. He could feel the disdain, or disgust. He wasn’t sure which, as Dix stepped closer to where he was once more nearly nose to nose with him.

Strip, everything, now

It wasn’t shouted, wasn’t screamed, but it held a sense of menace in each word. He felt like he was in some Boot Camp for Marines or something, as he tried to move, to undress. Yet Dix didn’t move, didn’t get out of his way, but stood there, daring Mark to move him. It was quite intimidating, as he struggled to get his shirt off, without touching Dix.

The shirt and pants weren’t hard, but he was having trouble getting his socks off. He had to lean to one side, to reach around Dix’s rather obstructing body, but he managed finally to get each sock off. Then came the underwear.

He had on a pair of jockey type shorts, and they required a bit more of his fancy footwork, to finally get down his legs, and off. The look on Dix’s face didn’t inspire him either, as it looked rather cross. The eyes stared hard at him, then moved down to glare at his naked groin. Mark felt his cock stirring, growing a bit harder than it already was. His body quivered a bit, as Dix stared at him, and he wondered if his body was not as Dix expected.

Turn around, face the table

Mark did as he was told, and waited. He wondered if he was going to be spanked now, or what. They had talked about that, and he had agreed to being spanked, even with a tool like a paddle or riding crop stick. He didn’t think much of it, but now he sure was thinking of it.

Instead he could hear Dix undressing. Mark wanted to turn around, to see, but he dared not disobey. The list of agreed upon punishments for disobeying Dix’s orders had sounded mild in the other room, but not in this room. Here they seemed to take on a whole new meaning, as he stood there, feeling nervous, feeling very vulnerable.

It sounded like he was also putting something on, as he heard Dix grunt, heard the sound of fabric, or something stiff, being pulled up. His eyes were burning as he really wanted to look, to just turn around, but he was too scared to do so. Besides, he remembered the instructions, the agreed up rules. Hell he had signed a paper to that effect too, which he had found a bit funny. Not so now, as he waited for Dix to tell him what to do next.

Turn around’ Dix ordered which made him sigh in relief. Least now he could look, but as he turned around, he was surprised to see Dix was sort of naked, but no dick was hanging out. No hard or soft uncut cock was there for him to look at. His was out, sticking out rather nicely, he had thought, but nothing in return. Instead Dix had some sort of black rubber shorts covering his entire crotch.

Granted they were skin tight, and if he stared hard enough, he could see the outline of a rather thick pole, pushed off to one side. The balls were also well shaped, showing nicely in the black whatever, but that was it.

He noticed that Dix didn’t have lots of body hair, on the chest, while he did. Still even his legs were a bit hairier than Dix’s but no way was his muscles anywhere as well developed. Those were clearly visible to his eyes, as he stared at the man, waiting for the next instruction.

29Dec

Fiction – Pound of Flesh

Pound of Flesh

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Yani closed the door as he was ordered to, and slowly he walked into the room. His eyes glanced around as he slowly made his way to stand before the desk. He could taste the fear inside, the way his body was so taut, so on edge. Nigel was sitting to one side of the desk, his black eyes studying every movement Yani made, only adding to his apprehension.

He had met Nigel back in the summer, and while he was 21, Nigel was at least in his late twenties if not early thirties. Though he didn’t look old, he had the build of someone who obviously had been around. His arms were thick and muscular, while Yani had the typical build of a still young man. Then too, he didn’t work out like Nigel, or like man behind the desk.

His was a party life, traipsing from one bar to another, in search of fun, of sex. For the most party he got what he wanted, but it wasn’t cheap. Drinks were expensive, and most who offered him free drinks, just weren’t generally his type. Like Mr Walingford, the man behind the desk. He was much older, and it showed. He might have a fit looking body, but his face told you he was old.

While he usually managed to go back to his flat with company, it wasn’t because he was some hot looking twink. Far from it, as he was usually the last choice, as he just didn’t have the right look. Oh his body was lean, and hairless for the most part. His face was average, and he knew how to please another man, but nothing he had seemed to make him stand out, except his willingness to spend money.

Money he didn’t always have, which never seemed to stop him. Then there was Nigel, who facilitated Yani’s cash needs. It came with a price, and here he was, finally caught up in the trap everyone who borrows beyond their means winds up facing. It was the holiday season, and he had gone overboard, he knew that now. Even Nigel had warned him, but like most his age, he never listened to advice from those older. Now he was stuck, in a spot he didn’t want to be in.

Oh he had been late with payments before, received a stern lecture from either Nigel or Mr Wallingford, but this was different. He could feel the anger in Mr. Wallingford’s eyes, in just how he sat at the desk. Yani was sweating, as he stood there, head cast down, waiting for his doom. God he hoped it wouldn’t be too painful, as he really wasn’t into pain, least not the kind he imagined Mr. Wallingford was going to dish out to him.

He could feel the twitch in his right leg, as he waited for someone to speak. It was unnerving, to be in this rather Spartan room. There was only the light on the desk, and the walls were brick, their red dulled by age. It was in the cellar of an old warehouse, empty and forgotten. Whatever was about to happen, wouldn’t be heard outside, of that Yani was certain. It only made him more nervous, as he felt both Nigel and Mr. Wallingford staring at him.

you owe me a hundred quid

yes sir

you got it?

no sir, I uh, I know it is way overdue, I uh…

I told you last time I wouldn’t accept any excuses, and I meant it.

I know Sir, but it is just that…

I don’t want to hear it.

Yani stopped talking, his heart feeling like the end was here at last. He knew he should have not pushed it, but the party was supposed to be the Christmas Party of the decade. The money he had saved to pay back Mr. Wallingford had been burning a hole in his pocket, he couldn’t refuse the chance to attend the party. Spending it and winding up with nothing to show for it was bad enough, facing Mr Wallingford now was a thousand times worse.

Nigel cleared his throat, which made Yani jump a bit. His eyes were wide open, like a deer in front of headlights, as his head swiveled to face Nigel.

Mr Wallingford has been very generous to you Yani

I know, and I really do appreciate it, honestly, I do

Doesn’t seem like you do, now when can Mr Wallingford expect his money?

I get my pay packet next Friday, I can pay some of it then.

Not some of it Yani, Mr Wallingford expects to have all of his money.

But that would leave me totally skint.

That isn’t Mr Wallingford’s problem, now is it?

Yani turned, thinking maybe he could plead directly with Mr. Wallingford, but one look at the older man’s face told him it was useless. He had no choice, really. He felt totally dejected, realizing that in paying all of his debt, he’d have nothing left over for any food, let alone a night out.

The older man stared at him, then he rested his head on the tips of his fingers, still staring. His eyes moved up and down Yani’s body, settling on his face. The eyes were stark, threatening even as he waited.

Now Nigel, let us not be cruel. The lad does need something to live on.

I suppose.

Yes, perhaps we can come to some satisfactory arrangement with our young friend here, to say let him have perhaps 20 quid for his expenses.

That is very generous Mr Wallingford.

Yes, I know, don’t you agree Yani?

He felt himself tremble at the words, wondering just what sort of arrangement Mr. Wallingford had in mind, as he nodded his agreement. There was no mistaking the gleam in the older man’s eyes as he watched Yani acquiesce.

Of course, we do need to make sure that our young friend here understands the gravity of this, as well as the generosity of the reprieve I am offering him.

Absolutely Sir, perhaps some disciplinary action is warranted, along with some uh personal gratification, in accordance with the 20 quid gift.

There was no ignoring that evil grin on Mr. Wallingford’s face, nor the expression that was pasted on Nigel’s face. Yani felt trapped, but in reality he had no choice. While he wasn’t sure what the form of discipline Nigel had in mind, he had a good idea what he meant by gratification.

Excellent suggestion Nigel, so young Yani, are you in agreement?

He nodded his agreement, biting his lower lip, wondering what would happen next. He felt the cold of the room, as he stood there, watching the smile grow larger on Mr. Wallingford’s face. It added to his fear.

At last, a smart choice Yani, now you will be so kind as to remove your shoes and socks, then go stand by the chair.

He did as instructed, and as he came to the chair, Nigel stood up and turned it around, so the back of the chair faced Yani. He stepped aside and walked over to stand beside Mr. Wallingford. Yani stood there, until he hard Nigel order him to remove his pants, then grab hold of the back of the chair.

The cold draft made his legs break out in goose bumps, as he took hold of the chair. Nigel was suddenly behind him, pushing his legs outwards, as well as out from the chair so he was more or less leaning against the chair.

Nigel’s warm breath was blowing across the nape of his neck, as the man’s hand ran down his back, towards his buttocks. He felt the fingers brush across his cheeks, then take hold of his jockey shorts. The hissing words ‘keep still or it’ll only be worse’ only made him fell more anxious.

Yani nodded his understanding, then felt the fingers pulling on the back of his shorts, stretching the fabric up, pulling his penis and balls backwards. It was like being back in grade school, as Nigel gave him a wedgie.

Then he heard the man’s footsteps going away, and a drawer being opened. He didn’t turn around, but stood there, feeling the awkwardness of his position.

The sound of Mr. Wallingford’s chair creaking, made Yani tense up. He didn’t know what was to come next, but he felt the sweat beading up on his forehead, despite the room’s coolness. The first stinging shot that seared into his buttocks made him jump. The pain was running up his spine, as he sucked in his breath.

Before he could even figure out if Nigel was using a paddle or his hand, the second blow crashed into his already shaking cheeks. The pain was even worse, as he cried out, his body shuffling a bit forward, from the force of the blow. The legs of the chair grated across the floor, as he felt the tears welling up at the corner of his eyes.

Yani could feel the warmth from the hard strikes beginning to creep upwards, as the third blow landed loudly across both of his cheeks. The pain was bad enough, but keeping his balance was becoming difficult. In quick succession, Nigel landed a fourth and fifth blow across both cheeks.

His cries of pain mixed with the echo of the blows. The loud smacking sound of wood against flesh nearly drowned out his cries of anguish.

Stand up’ the voice commanded, and Yani did as he was told. The pain still was rolling up and down his backside. His legs were aching, feeling the tension of the moment. As he stood upright, he felt Nigel’s hand grab hold of his shorts, then slide them down to a spot just above his knees. Then Nigel pushed his leg between Yani’s legs, pushing them out a bit.

Grab your ankles, come on, bend over and grab your ankles

Doing as he was told, he glanced through his legs, to see Mr Wallingford in his chair. He was staring at Yani, his chair moved clear of the desk. There was also no mistaking the rather large lump showing in his pants either, as he stared.

Nigel stepped back into Yani, his legs pushing Yani’s further apart. The thin white fabric of his shorts was stretched taut, keeping his legs from moving too far apart. His cock and balls dangled free, as he stood there, bent over.

In some weird way, he felt rather excited by it all. He couldn’t explain it as he tensed up, knowing that more blows were to come. Yet at the same time he felt his nerves tingling, as his exposed genitals swayed beneath his spread legs. The blood was rushing to his dick, as he breathed out.

The blows across his bare buttocks made it hard for him to stay still. Each hard whack made him stagger forward, then shuffle back into position. Each hard whack sent pain racing up his spine, and it never seemed to grow less in intensity. He found himself biting his lower lip in between, and attempting to strangle off his cries of pain.

Sweat was dripping from his forehead, as each blow continued to leave its mark across his cheeks, seeming to never be the last one. In regular beats, they came and made him jump, made him groan, but he kept himself from screaming out. Tears were also dripping from his eyes, as he held onto his ankles. He could see the pools of water, a mixture of tears and sweat, forming at the floor in front of his feet.

He managed to look back a few times, to see Mr Wallingford’s hand rubbing across his groin, rubbing himself while his ass was paddled. It seemed to make it a bit less painful, after the blows had struck. Yani could feel the heat from his buttocks, as it filled his insides. His legs were growing stiff, and each time he was forced to stutter forward, to stop from falling over, they hurt more. No one seemed to care, as the blows continued.

Finally the next blow didn’t come. He could hear Nigel breathing hard, as he stood there, bent over. His legs were trembling as he was ordered to stand up straight. Yani found it hard to do, the pain in his body becoming even more intense. The legs were throbbing, as he stood upright, his arms were drawing and the blood seemed to rush from his head. He grew slightly dizzy, staggered a step or two, then held his ground as Nigel ordered him to turn around.

He slowly made his way, to where he now could look at Mr Wallingford. His expression was unchanged, though his face seemed flushed. A red glow on his cheeks, and the eyes were focused right on Yani’s groin. He felt a bit self conscious, but he stood there, his hands at his side.

The pain from the paddling was still racing up and down inside, he wanted to reach behind, to turn and look at the damage, but he didn’t dare. The silence was pressing, as all he could hear was his own heavy breathing, the panting breath of Nigel, and the occasional wheeze from Mr Wallingford.

He watched as the man nodded to Nigel, who then turned towards Yani. His eyes were alit with some strange glint, as he licked his lips. His head moved slightly as he looked at Yani, from head to toe, then back to the head, until finally settling at staring at Yani’s groin.

Jerk it off’ the man said, softly but with a hint of malice. In one hand was a long wooden paddle, the wood tinted by a reddish hue, and Yani knew it was from blood, his blood. He knew his skin had been broken, as he stared at Nigel, at the paddle.

Looking down, he saw his cock, realized it was close to being totally erect. He let one hand move from his side, to hold it with trembling fingers. Yani let his eyes glance over at Nigel, then over to Mr Wallingford. He saw the older man licking his lips, as he began to stroke his cock, his eyes unsure of who to look at.

Yani wanted to spread his legs wider, but his shorts kept his legs closer than he liked. He moved the free hand to help push them down, but the order to leave them was quick and uncompromising. His hand froze then retreated back as he started to stroke his cock.

His eyes moved from Nigel to Walingford, then back as his hand pulled on the hard cock. He could still feel his ass, the way it burned, the way it seemed to shake as his hand moved up and down his throbbing cock. The pain was becoming duller, as his mind looked from face to face, his eyes blank, as his mind wandered back, to other times, to other men.

The rush of excitement was taking control, his legs quivered as his body sought the memories of Buck, of Simon and others. His eyes grew clouded, as his mind flashed images of others, of their hard cocks, their dangling balls swinging as their mouths had worked on his cock, as their cheeks had parted for his own cock.

The eye lids closed, flashes of light began to explode on the back of the closed skin. His breathing was rapid, shallow, his chest heaving, as his hips stuck outwards, his cock throbbing under the blurring strokes of his hand. His balls ached, then he felt the explosion beginning. The tremble of his legs, the slinging up of his balls, then their quick descent as the milk came rushing forward, seeking their route of escape.

He cried out, his head tilted back, as his body shook, then shook again and he felt the hot milk spurt through his fingers, as his cock released its heavy load of cum. His legs quivered, his arms grew more numb, as he saw the lights flash and shiver before him. His body was leaning forward, as the cum flowed then dribbled from his burning cock head.

As he shivered, as his body surrendered to the memories, the heat from his paddling seemed to grow inside. His eyes fluttered, as he slowly let them open, to stare at the blurred faces of both Nigel and Wallingford. His chest was still heaving, as his hand dropped from his drooping penis.

You can let him keep 30 quid Nigel, but the rest must be paid, is that clear my young friend?

Yani sucked in his breathe, as he nodded his agreement.

1Dec

Fiction – Santa’s Helper

Santa’s Helper

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Tory lay there, his heavy breathing gradually subsiding. The pain from his rapid breathing gradually easing, as he hugged his pillow, wonder just what the fuck gave his older brother the right. He could still feel the pain across his buttocks, as he held the pillow close to his face. It was still damp from his tears, as he tried to figure out why he let Adam whip his ass?

Okay, Adam was definitely bigger than him. While he was just under 6 feet, and didn’t have much meat on him for an 18 year old, he still couldn’t understand why he let Adam, only 3 years older, have his way? Sure, it might hurt to get punched or something, but least he’d also be able to give something back, instead of having just stood there, bent over, grapping his ankles, while Adam whacked his ass.

Granted, it wasn’t right that he had gone through the parent’s closet, checking out all the hidden Christmas gifts. It wasn’t exactly sporting that he also made mental notes of who got what either, and then proceeded to burst his little brother’s bubble about Santa, and about the gifts that were waiting for him. But shit, little Jack was old enough to know there was no Santa Claus, that it was their folks who got him all the gifts. And the little shit, did get a ton more than either Adam or he ever got, at that age.

Tory moved, to try and roll onto his side, but the sudden pain from the pressure on the edge of his red buttocks made him wince, cry out a little and he just rolled back onto his stomach, hugging the pillow tighter. It hurt like hell, and he could still feel each stinging blow as Adam struck him. The viciousness seemed like it was turning that prick on, though deep down he knew that wasn’t true. Adam wasn’t a bad big brother, just that lately he took to thinking he was a surrogate for Dad, and that pissed Tory off. Like who made him the man in charge when Dad wasn’t there?

Granted, he had made Jack cry, had burst his bubble pretty good, so okay it was wrong, but damn it, Adam didn’t need to get so physical about it, nor so mouthy. That maybe was the worst of it, the way he yelled at him, or maybe it was how much he threw his whole 200 pounds behind each blow. Man that bastard knew how to whack an ass, and he could still feel it.

The way he had caught him, had cornered him right here in his own bedroom, had gotten right up into his face. Tory had seen Adam mad before, but nothing like this. The way his eyes were so narrowed, flashing daggers at him. His nose had been flaring too, the nostrils going out and in so fast he thought Adam would explode. His thin pale lips were even more tightly wrapped, more pale than ever. His jaw too, was set so hard that it looked like a piece of granite.

Okay he admitted, he blew it, but fuck, the way Adam carried on, about how he was a jerk, inconsiderate and all that, wasn’t really called for. He goofed, he had been pissed at how much loot the little bugger was getting, again this year. He never had such a haul, and okay, it was wrong, it was being jealous, but that didn’t give Adam the right to turn his ass into raw hamburger.

Tory felt a tear rolling down his face, as he recalled how Adam had stormed into the room. How he had jabbed his finger into his chest, pushing him back towards the bed. It was like it had just happened, not a few hours earlier. He still felt the soreness in his chest, from Adam’s ham handed fingers jabbing. He even remembered telling him to lay off, which was wrong. It only seemed to make Adam angrier, as he jabbed harder. It was like taking a monster cock in the ass, the pain was that intense.

Still, compared to what happened after the pushing match, the shouting, the finger jabbing was nothing. Nor was taking some huge cock as bad as the way Adam whipped his ass. God it hurt, as he hugged the pillow a bit tighter, wishing he were dead. The whole day had been screwed, and he knew that his date wasn’t going to be a fun time. Like how was he supposed to get it on with a guy, with his ass looking so battled? No way would Eric want to fuck him, not with an ass looking like hamburger meat. Then too, he didn’t think he’d be able to let anyone touch him, let alone lean on it, because it was still throbbing.

Shit, he even couldn’t roll over to jerk off, if his life depended on it. Adam had gone too far, but there wasn’t anything he could do about it. The guy was right to punish him, he had screwed up, but damn it was like he had taken pleasure in doing it, in going so far.

After Adam had shouted till he was hoarse, he had turned him around, commanding him to assume the position. At first he had resisted, sort of. Not a smart move as it seemed to just make Adam go more rigid, become more stubborn. His voice had been like ice, and his whole body had seemed to grow more taut, like someone tightening a steel rope. He knew he had crossed the line, the way Adam had reached out and twisted him around.

The way he had leaned up to him, and taken hold of his pants, from the backside. How he had snarled at him, inviting him to resist more, as his hand gripped the back edge of his jeans. He didn’t know what he was going to do, but in less than a second he felt his pants being yanked down by the one hand.

Damn Adam, he had yanked so hard that his button had popped. It was his new jeans too, and now he’d have to get his mom to sew it back on, and fix the sprung zipper too. Adam had been like an enraged bull, the way he pulled them down. He had hold of his underwear as well, and suddenly he found his backside naked. Any idea of fighting back ended with that display of anger and power.

He had shook, and Adam had noticed it too. He told him, in a soft menacing voice that he should tremble, because he was going to get the whipping of his life. Tory had tried to tough it out, but his voice had broken, and as he had tried to sound tough, the first hard slap on his ass hit him.

It was hard too, he could feel the sting, even as his body lurched upwards. Soon as Adam told him to bend over, to grab his ankles, he didn’t hesitate. Already he could feel the warmth creeping up from just the one slap. It had taken him by such surprise, and as he stepped back to bend over, the second hard slap came. It made him stagger, as it was harder than the first. He cried out, from surprise, but still managed to keep on bending down.

Looking through his legs, he saw how his older brother had set his feet. He had balanced himself perfectly, and as his own long hair dangled in front of his bend over face, he bit his lip, knowing this was not going to be over quickly.

The next few minutes only made him realize just how angry Adam was. Each blow, each whack of that bare palm on his buttocks told him that. It was so painful, he could feel the tears rolling down his cheek, feel the heat rising up his spine, feel the stinging blows linger, as Adam kept lashing out with his hand. Each blow made him grunt, made him grit his teeth. The hand didn’t move away quickly either, it lingered, embedded into his flesh. His whole body had shook, as blow after blow came.

Tory had held steady, moving maybe a step or so after each hard slap, moving back as soon as Adam had removed his hand. Had raised it back, way over his shoulder, before once more sending it forward, to smash into his upraised cheeks. He could see some of it, from between his legs, and he could see his own cock too, how it would shake as the blows were delivered.

At moments he had wondered, if it had turned Adam on. He always had wondered about Big Bro, if he swung the same way as he did, but he never had the nerve to ask. Even while his ass was being beaten, he was thinking of sex. If Adam ever found out, or his Dad, he couldn’t even imagine what the whipping would be like. He didn’t want to, but the swaying of his semi hard cock, only encouraged him. Despite the burning pain, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like, to get his ass whipped, then filled by a big dick?

Would it hurt, or would it soothe the raw pain? As Adam pounded his ass, as painful as it was becoming, he was thinking of one day seeing if Eric would play along. It might be fun, but as the thought passed through his mind, he could hear the panting of his older brother. It sort of brought him back to reality too, as the pain suddenly became more intense, more vivid.

Tory had no idea how long the hand paddling had gone on for. Yet when it seemed like maybe it was over, he felt Adam move closer, then push him hard. He went flying forward, banging his head on the edge of the bed. Turning he saw that the anger hadn’t dissipated. The same scowl, the same set look was etched across his big brother’s face.

Lean over the bed’ he had commanded, and Tory quickly had lifted himself up and stretched forward. His head turned to one side as he watched Adam walk over to his closet, then yank the door open. The anger was still there, as he continued to tell him how mean he had been, how cruel he was to Jack, who hadn’t done anything to deserve such treatment. He kept at it, and inside, he felt his shame, but also his resentment at Adam.

The sound of his belt being lifted and pulled out, made him lift up his face a bit from the bed. He could see the evil glint in Adam’s eyes, as he stretched the belt, made it smack and echo loudly in the room. He felt a tremor inside, as Adam turned to stare down at him.

I love you, but damn it, you need to learn not to torment Jack

I know, I know it is just that…

Just nothing, he’s your little brother, you don’t torment him, I didn’t torment you, did I?

No, no, but I didn’t mean to hurt him, I was just…

No more excuses, we are going to settle this. You will never, I mean never, torment Jack or anyone else, do you understand?

Yes, I do.

I am going to make sure you do.

It was how he said it that made Tory shiver. The way it was so cold sounding, so final. His eyes opened wider as he watched Adam move away from the closet and stand behind him. He wanted to look back, but was too frightened to. His mind was whirling, trying to find a way to stop the coming punishment, to lessen its impact. He failed, as he heard the belt being lifted high up in the air, knowing it was way over Adam’s shoulder. He could hear the air being pushed out of the way as it was propelled forward by every ounce of strength in Adam.

As the thick belt sliced through the air, he felt his body tense up, felt his nerves cringing, waiting for the blow to land. When it did, he cried out loudly, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes. The pain was intense, almost unbearable, as he shook. It had landed firmly across his already tanned ass cheeks. He could feel them quiver from the blow, feel the hard pain rolling up his spine. Every part of him shook, as he bit on his lip, as he reached out with his hands to clench at his bed.

His hands had dug into the pile of sheets and blankets, pulled them up and into his fists. The pain was rolling up and down, as his legs quaked. The second blow landed with more force, as he heard Adam exhale. He felt the heat, felt his cheeks burning, as each blow was laid down across his buttocks.

The belt was one of those double stitched ones. Along both edges, there was a clearly visible double stitch pattern, and Tory could feel the stitching dig into his flesh with each blow. It was that hard. He shook, trembled after each blow, after each hard whack. The pain was one giant rolling wave inside, and he had bitten his lower lip so hard, he was tasting his own blood. Still, it didn’t stop Adam who continued to wield the belt, finding new strength with each crushing blow.

He lost track of time, as his mind was in a fog. Inside, he felt his shame, knew he deserved what he was getting, knowing he had hurt Jack, but the pain was so intense, so constant, he found it hard to think. The constant throb didn’t seem to ease, even after the very last blow. It was like it would never end, and laying there he could still feel it, still feel each blow. It was almost as if Adam was still there, still standing behind him, hitting him with the long belt, etching a deep blue purple pattern across his burning buttocks. They were so sore, even the tiny movement of air in the room, made them ache.

The door to his bedroom opened and he moved his tear stained face to look over. He saw Adam standing there. His face no longer mottled with anger, as he slowly stepped in, closing the door softly behind him. He came over, sitting down on the edge of the bed, and staring down at Tory.

He had a jar in one hand, and twisted open the top, then looking at Tory, he dug out some of the paste inside. His eyes seemed like they were brimming with tears, as he pulled a leg up, and leaned over. Slowly he began to apply the paste to the burning cheeks, and amazingly they began to feel cooler, less painful. He sniffled as he felt the soft touch of his big brother’s hand over his naked buttocks.

They moved lightly across the scarred flesh. He felt suddenly better, but still resentful. He couldn’t help it, Adam didn’t need to be so hard, so mean. He felt himself sob, felt Adam’s hand stop, then slowly continue. It was almost as if he regretted the beating too, though he had yet to say a word. As the paste began to work, began to coat his cheeks all over, he felt better, less angry.

I am sorry, I really didn’t mean to make Jack cry

I know, it is just, with Dad away, he doesn’t understand, and losing his belief in Santa, it was all he had to hold onto.

I didn’t think about that, I was just so jealous, I don’t know, I really am sorry.

I know, I was like that too, when Mom and Dad first brought you home, how they showered you with their attention, how scared you were anyhow.

Was I?

Yeah, I guess I just took everything for granted, but when they brought you home, when Mom sat me down just before that first Christmas, to tell me why you would get gifts and I wouldn’t, I was jealous and angry, resentful too.

The memories all came flooding back. He could feel his big brother’s caressing hand over his sore butt, but the joy of that first Christmas was easing the pain more than the salve being applied. It was hard to not forget his fear, how he had been out on the streets, how in some ways he was more of an adult than Adam was back then, yet how he still had this insane belief in Santa. Childish, but then he never really remembered being able to have much of a childhood, until Mom and Dad had come along.

I remember that first Christmas with Mom and Dad. It was the first time I ever got a gift, something that was for me. It was like suddenly, Santa had found me. It felt so good, but I kept wondering if I ever left, would he find me again. I never, I mean I guess I know how Jack must feel, it really was stupid of me. I forgot about when I was the new kid in the house.

I know Tory, I remember how mad I was that they had brought you home, how suddenly I had to share them with you, and how you got what I didn’t.

Why didn’t you ever say anything?

Before Christmas, Dad told me all about you. About how your mother had turned you out to turn tricks, to feed her drug habit, how your dad was some pimp.

It was something he had never told anyone, something he had kept hidden. The pain was there again, but not from his sore buttocks, but from his heart. It had been a long time since that pain had risen up. He had pushed it far down, but now it all came flooding back. The strange men, the way they would look at him, the way his real mother would push him to some, to get money.

It all came back, as he realized how much he had changed since then. He also remember how he had looked up to the tall new older brother. How he had felt like he belonged.

You know? I never, I mean…

Yes, I’ve known since they brought you home, four years ago. I hated you at first, even a bit after Dad told me.

And now?

Now you are my little brother, I love you as if you were a blood brother, just as I love Jack the same way. He’s lucky Tory, he didn’t have to go through what you did, which is why I got so angry. Do you understand?

I guess. I just, it just seemed so unfair, but yeah I get it now. I am sorry.

I know, and I hate to ask, I know you were planning to have a hot date with Eric, but uh…

You know about Eric? I uh…

It’s okay Tory, besides Eric seems nice, but I need you to stay home tonight, to help me get the gifts assembled.

Isn’t Dad coming home?

No, his outfit had their tour extended. He’s not going to be home for Christmas.

But I thought he was on his way home, Mom left to go pick him up at the Airport?

She is out shopping, she wanted me to tell you but you were sleeping this morning, and you were out when Dad had called to tell her. She didn’t want to say anything, to ruin Christmas

Damn, is he okay?

Yeah, he told me to take his place, and well, to get you to help, so, I am sorry, but will you be Santa’s helper tonight?

He leaned over, and fell into Adam’s arms. He was crying, as he realized that his brother really did love him. He was glad he hadn’t tried to fight, it would have only made things worse.

Yes, yes’ He sobbed, as he realized how much he did love his foster family. He realized too, at how much they loved him, Adam included.

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23Jun

Fiction – Screams of Joy

Screams of Joy

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

It seemed like he had been groaning, screaming for hours now, though it couldn’t be. It just felt that way as he felt once more the press of Dan’s fingers deep inside his rectum. He moaned louder as the finger tips seemed to nearly reach up beyond his hole. He cried as Dan twisted the fingers around inside, stretching his muscles and making him shudder to the hard probing fingers.

Sweat was pouring down his face as he tried to move, but the restraints held him in place. Not tightly, but enough to insure he couldn’t do anything but strain at them, adding to the unreal sensations that were racing inside.

The stinging slap on his butt cheeks only made him cry out more, lean forward more to move away from the sharp stabbing pain that rolled inwards. Yet the sting was quickly replaced by a deep warmth that made him lean back, relax and as he did, he felt the fingers dig in deeper, making him moan even more.

Mark choked back the fear as he felt his body shaking as Dan continued to work his ass. He bit his lower lip at the sudden jabs of pain, and cried as his body twisted and moved to escape the hard constant probing. Yet at the same time, he felt his body enjoying it, his heart pulsing faster with each fresh probe. It was a strange sensation really, one he was actually enjoying, sort of.

He never was one for pain, but the quick thrusts of the fingers, the hard unexpected slaps on his bum, seemed to contradict that original thinking. He had to be liking it, as he wasn’t screaming but moaning with pleasure as Dan worked his buttocks over. Every now and then he would feel the hard grasp of Dan’s hand over his balls, pulling at them from underneath, stretching them while still working his rectum.

Mark didn’t know how much longer he could hold out, as his cock was fully erect, swinging there with only the occasional attention being paid to its hardness. The ache in his groin was worse than the hard deep thrusts of Dan’s fingers. It hadn’t started out that way, but now with three long digits inside, he felt like he was being fucked by three cocks instead of just the fingers. His insides were sore and yet tingled too.

It was wild at how he would squirm and the fact that he couldn’t get away only made it all that much more intense. It was a game he had never played before, and as he moaned again, feeling Dan’s hot breath on his backside, he kept thinking over the safe word and wondering if Dan would honour it if he spoke it. Part of him was certain Dan would, but after having his ass paddled so hard, his butt hole stretched so much, he wasn’t sure. That idea that he was stuck, that he was helpless only made him feel more aroused.

His arms were bound and tied in front, spread apart against two poles on either side of him. His legs were equally spread apart, bound to two more poles and across his belly was another pole that ran horizontal. The whole contraption seemed unsteady and yet while it shook when he strained against the leather straps, it didn’t collapse. It held him in place, giving Dan easy access to Mark’s rear and to his genitals as well.

Dan had placed a long mirror in front too. Mark could see his own cock, the way it shook and swayed to the hard action inside of Mark’s ass. He also could see Dan’s hairy legs moving around behind him, and he caught glimpses of the hard throbbing pole that dangled between. It fascinated him to see that cock shaking and moving around while his ass was filled by Dan’s fingers.

Every now and then he would see Dan’s hand reach down, and give his own cock a quick pull, and when he moaned just right, he would notice a small drop of white come to the tip of the cock. It only made him moan more but it never got beyond that one odd drop, least not yet. Mark could see the sweat dripping down his own body as well, as he felt the deep probing fingers.

At times, the hard press in his ass would suddenly dissipate. The fingers were out and he would suddenly feel totally empty. Not for long as he also felt his body tense, because the hairy legs would disappear and then his head would be yanked up, grabbed by the hair at the roots almost. Mark would let out a small yelp of pain as his head was roughly brought up and there in front would be Dan’s massive cock, staring right into his face.

His eyes would open wider as Dan would say nothing, but step in closer, pushing his blood gorged cock towards Mark. He would rub the hard pole up against his lips, and reach down with his other hand to smear the pre cum across Mark’s mouth and face. He would slap it against his cheeks then in a loud commanding voice, tell him to suck it.

It was like being barked at. The harsh voice would sound like it was next to his ear as Dan would call him a bitch or boy. Then before he could do more than start to open his mouth, the hot flesh would be pushing inwards, into his mouth. He could taste the salt around the head briefly, before it was delving deep into his throat. He would gag and sputter as the hard pole filled his mouth, just as the fingers had filled his ass.

Dan would push his whole body in, rubbing his groin into Mark’s face, making him gag more, and as he did, he would yell at him, and slap his backside. His hands would reach over to grab his cheeks and also make his cock go further down Mark’s throat. The pubic hairs would grate against his face, and he would choke a little and then fell the cock move out, then in, and on it would go for several hard minutes.

His jaw would begin to ache, as it tried to open wider, to let the throbbing pole go in easier. His lips would surround the hot flesh and taste the saltiness of the skin as it moved past his teeth and filled his throat. Mark would moan, muffled by the thickness of the cock in his mouth. He would strain at the restraints as he tried to back away, but couldn’t. Just as his throat would finally expand enough to comfortably suck on the hot pole, it would be over.

Dan would suddenly pull out, and give him a hard slap on the rump and then move out of sight. He could hear him, sometimes lighting a cigarette, other times taking a drink but he couldn’t see him. Dan rarely spoke, other than bark instructions, yet the silence when he wasn’t in view was torture. He wanted to see him, to feel his presence. His body would ache too, and eventually he would strain at the restraints, and begin to beg for Dan’s attention.

It would take Dan several minutes to announce his return, and it was always to up the ante. It had begun with just some slapping against his cheeks, had gone to where a piece of wooden Dowling was used to strike at his buttocks. The pain was always different when Dan returned. It never seemed to be the same either. Just when he would think he had caught his breath, Dan would come back with some new way to make him pant, to make him feel out of breath.

Whether it was a probing finger, a vibrating dildo or the harsh pain of the wooden stick, Dan would quickly have Mark out of breath, gasping for air while shaking. The sweat never seemed to stop pouring off his body as he tried to collect himself from the latest round.

The pain in his rectum was eased, but it felt warm still. He had a strange ache inside, an emptiness that he wanted filled. It was unreal because Mark wasn’t a bottom, least he hadn’t really explored that too much. The pain of entry had always made him stop being fucked, and yet now, he wanted it badly. He could hear his own shaking voice too, begging Dan to fill his hole, to plough his ass with that throbbing cock.

It was odd hearing himself beg a silent room for that. He was amazed at the sound of his pleading voice, how whiny it sounded even to him, but he wouldn’t relent. He kept begging Dan, as if looking for the right words, the magic words, that would somehow give him what he craved. He really did want Dan to fuck him, to fill his ass with that cock, not a few fingers or some dildo. He wanted to feel the heat, as it shoved its way into his body. He wanted to feel his hole stretched by burning flesh, not some rubber device.

As his voice cracked, he could hear himself begging, whining in a way that was foreign to Mark’s own ears. Yet he couldn’t’ stop as he began to plead, to offer Dan anything he wanted, just as long as Dan fucked him. He even tried to shake himself, to make sure Dan could hear him. He didn’t even know if Dan was there, as he couldn’t see him in the mirror. No sounds were audible, and yet he continued to plead, to beg.

The sound of steps made him stop pleading for a second. He gulped in air, wondering if Dan would give him what he wanted. He felt his cheeks tighten in anticipation. Every muscle in his body was tense, waiting for that first contact. He closed his eyes, hoping that soon his rectum would once more be stretched open, but this time with Dan’s enormous cock doing the stretching. He didn’t want the fingers, or the rubber dildo. He wanted Dan’s cock and he began to plead again, beg even in a desperate bid to get what he wanted.

He didn’t see or hear anything but his own pleading voice, until he felt his head roughly pulled up. The pain made him yelp out as suddenly Dan’s hard cock was pushing its way back into his mouth. He moaned and tried to speak, but the throbbing cock wouldn’t let him. He felt it push past his tongue, and bury itself into his throat. He choked as the hard shaft moved in and out quickly. He could hear Dan’s heavy breathing and smell him too.

The aroma was overpowering, and he tried to breathe deeply, unable to because of the pounding inside his mouth. The cock was moving faster with each moan, each groan that escaped. His jaw was in torment as he tried to hold onto the cock, to taste it all and the hard stinging slaps on his buttocks became harder and more often as the cock continued its in and out thrusts. His eyes watered as he felt the pain as Dan’s groin would crush into his face, pushing his nose to one side, but always keeping his mouth filled by the hard shaft.

As Dan continued to fuck his face, he could hear his breathing becoming more shallow. Dan was fucking his mouth faster and faster, his hands were digging at his backside, scratching him and pulling at the skin. He groaned as Dan began to jack hammer his face with his cock. His mouth and jaw were in torment as the hard pounding continued. Mark began to think of that word Dan had given him, as the sounds  became shouts.

He couldn’t open his mouth any wider, as the hard cock went in and out so fast he could barely taste the flesh as it swept past him. He gagged several times, but it didn’t stop Dan. It seemed to actually make him go faster, and then suddenly a sharp wincing pain lanced up from his shoulders. Dan’s fingers were digging deep into his flesh, striking bone as the groin would slam into his face. It suddenly slowed down and without even realizing it, he felt the cock head rearing back deep in his throat.

Panic gripped him as he realized Dan was about to cum. He didn’t want that, he wanted him in his ass, and he struggled to pull back, but Dan’s grip on his shoulders held him steadfast. He was stuck as suddenly the taste of salt filled his mouth. The loud cry that echoed in the room stopped his body from resisting. Mark choked as the hot cum filled his mouth instantly. It was like a huge wave of sticky goo had been unleashed in his mouth. His throat tried to swallow it, to get past it but couldn’t. He felt himself buck against the restraints, as the light in the room became a blur.

The cum kept coming as did the harsh barking yells from above. His shoulders ached as he swallowed more of Dan’s cum. His legs twitched and quivered as he tasted the jizz, his stomach feeling a bit uneasy as it took the load. Slowly he felt himself relax, as the hard cock was eased out from between his lips. A quick wipe across his face, and a slap on his cheek from the still thick shaft, made him jump a little.

He felt the disappointment, and yet at the same time, he felt elated too. He hadn’t thrown up or anything, least not yet and the taste of Dan’s cum was becoming more pleasing to his mind. Mark felt Dan grab his hair, and lift his face up to stare up into his. The eyes looked dark and menacing as a thin cruel smile crossed Dan’s face. He just looked up, with a pleading look in his own eyes, hoping that Dan would give him what he needed.

Dan let Mark’s head drop down and he moved out of sight. The mirror was removed and Mark felt the fear reaching at his heart. He hoped this wasn’t the end, that there would be more, and he was about to speak when he was suddenly drenched in cold water. The sudden harsh spray of cold water on his whole body shocked him.

The steady stream soaked him from head to foot and back again. His body shuddered and he cringed as the water was directed across his entire body, even at his groin. He felt the spray between his crotch and thighs and then down his ass cheeks. Dan’s hand grabbed at the flesh, spreading them open as the water was directed down his crack, cleaning him and chilling him.

He thought it was all over, that Dan would soon release him as the spray of water ended. Mark felt himself dripping and shaking, like a wet dog coming in from being caught out in the rain. His breathing was slowly returning as he felt Dan standing in front of him.

Mark was certain that it was over, but he didn’t feel Dan moving to release him. He didn’t know what to do, or if he should say anything either as he waiting, uncertain. His ears were perked up, listening for any tell tale signal of what was happening. Maybe it was over, maybe not, but he didn’t know. Part of him was exhausted, wanting to be let go, while most of him wanted it to continue.

The sound of a door opening startled him. He realized Dan was about to leave him, still bound to the metal contraption. He cried out, begging Dan to not go.  It was like he could almost hear him snickering, and in his mind, he was certain he could see Dan’s face twisted into an evil grin just as the sound of the door closing echoed in the room.

He cried out, but there was no answer. He strained to try and tell if Dan was there, but there was no sounds, just that of his own heavy breathing. He wiggled and wondered if he could get loose, but knew he couldn’t. Fear was gripping at him as he called out, begging Dan to come back, knowing he couldn’t be heard.

After several minutes, he could hear the sound of music distantly in the background. He strained at the leather restraints, cursing and then crying. He felt abandoned, and then slowly he realized that if it was over, Dan would have released him. He let himself settle down, as the idea that there was more to come, helped calm him down.

He waited, counting to himself, wondering what would Dan come up with to do to him when he returned. The smile on his face grew as he let his imagination run wild.

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