TIM
I was bound quite nicely and left in the guest bedroom. Gagged, blindfolded, and
fitted with phalluses in both clean squeaky orifices. Adam had taken particular
care with my hair, and put the cuffs on my wrists and ankles as though he was
eager to watch what Tim was going to do to me. The day had been a study in
complaisant acceptance. The morning breakfast ritual had been torment in
itself. The fast hard whipping with my favorite multi-tailed cat, delicious.
Jon's face as he watched me sitting at his feet was a study in enigmatic
contemplation. His hands hard and firm on my body, as he made me kneel and
present. Straddle and hold. A plethora of revealing positions that I was
expected to execute perfectly by the time I completed the initial training.
"It's too bad that Adam is not yet a full-time Master." He spoke, softly, and I
looked puzzled for a moment.
"Have I displeased you, Master?" I asked, concerned. Worried that I had somehow
disappointed him, and he wanted to be rid of me. My eyes earnest.
"No, but some tasks can be better taught with some deeper attachment for the
people involved." I was momentarily confused. "Since the two of you care for
each other. The Training could be deepened." I looked up, and narrowed my
eyes, slightly.
"Wouldn't that be using my emotions to secure the boundaries of his choice?
Such an emotional attachment could prove to be an obstacle, and not an asset."
He leaned back and looked me over slowly.
"Okay, not the ritual answers, right now. Just you. Why don't you want me to
give you to Adam?" I laughed, standing up in his study. Pacing slowly before
him. I surprised him.
"I'm already his, whenever you tell him to take me. I enjoy myself in your
service. I have had a better time in the last month, than I have had in the
last six years. I can't guarantee that anything Adam and I share is deeper than
lust really. Can you?" He shook his head.
"No, but you know that you are lying, and that I can see it in your eyes. Why
do you bother? Is it fear, finally that I see in you?" I shivered. Suddenly
cold in the room's warmth. He saw way too much, but it was only what I let out
wasn't it? Visible?
"I... fear, Jon. Yes, and I won't know what to do with it until I face it. I
need time to find out what I really want, don't I deserve that?" He nodded in
agreement with me, that he understood.
"You wandered in here a month ago, Anne. You let us do to you, what the rest of
the world considers the height of indecent behavior. Yet never once did you do
anything less than your graceful best for us. You faced your worst fears
without hesitation. You took more on your first weekend than anybody I have
ever had here." His words were having a softening effect on me. "You found
love in the cracks of this place, and that is very rare. You don't look down on
Adam for the way he is. You treat him as though he had something valuable to
give to you. Something good to show you." He traced the edge of my jaw with a
delicate touch. "I may have other things to teach you, but the hardest lessons
have already been learned by you." I could almost see what he was saying. It
had a profound effect on me. I had always felt the way that I did now, but
suddenly I was somewhere it was appreciated. "You have some other things to
become proficient in. You need some basic manners, and to curb that profound
curiosity of yours." I flushed, embarrassed. "You need to learn honesty." I
stiffened. "Not with me, but with yourself. Let whatever has wounded you in the
past go." He touched my lips, velvet moisture wetting them. "That is going to
be the hardest thing that you have to do. You know that, right?" I nodded, and
sighed. "But until you do, and until you can. I am perfectly willing to
continue your service. You and Adam can have your normal little forays on
Wednesdays, or during the week." He smiled down at me. "You will come to love
the duality, much as I do." I grinned, looking down. "I would love to get
inside that head of yours, Anne, but I think that it's going to take a lot of
time, and no small amount of luck." I said, nothing.
He rang the bell for Adam to get me ready for Tim, and I let myself enjoy it.
Stealing forbidden caresses that earned me five blows from the heavy leather
strap Adam preferred. Who was it that said, Love hurts? I wonder if they
enjoyed S/M as much as I did?
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The stuff was really tight on me, and I tried to ease the growing strain by
shifting in the bare millimeter the bonds allowed me. It was not possible to
get comfortable, and I found myself hoping that he would hurry. Nice outfit on
me though, what I had seen of it anyways. I had on a wide leather belt with
rings and snaps. My wrists snapped together behind me, and spike-heeled boots
encasing my legs to the thigh. Laced up, and buffed to a velvet-like sheen. My
head held high by a collar with soft lining on the underside.
I heard the door open. Heavy footsteps coming to stand before me. The
blindfold being undone gently, quickly. I looked at my temporary master from
lowered eyes, and saw that he was rigged out in full S/M punk drag. He looked
very young to me with his leather painted and covered with bright chrome studs.
His cock peeking through a hole in his jeans, and his buttocks as well. His
hair shellacked into tall spikes. His body pierced through his nose, eyebrows,
both nipples and his tongue. He didn't speak, just pushed me back unto the bed
with a hard shove. Giving one hard yank on my hips to get them to the edge of
the bed. Looking down at me in amusement.
"Are you sorry you were rude to me?" I nodded, emphatically. Eyes wide.
"Nope, I don't believe you." Tim leaned down and slipped the phallus from my
sex, and drove his face into the apex of my thighs without ceremony. I gasped
against the gag with the unexpected violent shock of it. No words, just his
tongue with its magic silver stud, working against my clitoris with expert
skill. I tried to close my legs, to escape from the rapid assault on my sex,
and he grabbed a hold of my thighs in a grip like iron, holding me still. I
could feel tension, roaring through me at his raw talented expertise. Licking
my quickly dampening flesh with deft little flicks of his tongue. Strong nips
of his white teeth. My legs spasming with it. Arching, aching. Trying to pull
my wrists from underneath me to stop him, and unable too. Reaching climax. An
orgasm that I had no will to fight, no time either. One second I was
struggling, and the next soaring with pleasure from somewhere over my body.
Bucking under his fast tongue, gasping for air.
He wiped his face dry on the inside of my thigh, and looked down at me,
contemplating me as my pulse raced to reach normal. He took my jaw in his left
hand, and put his right into my cleft. Slow strokes with his curled index
finger. Up, then down. Up, then down. Maddening. His eyes boring into mine
as he never stopped his slow deliberate actions on my wet nether mouth. I felt
myself flushing, and he deftly flipped me over unto my face. My toes barely
touching the floor. His hand catching my wrists, and lifting them until I
moaned from pain. Head buried into the coverlet to ease the ache growing in my
shoulders.
"Nice body, slave. Good firm ass, too. I like it that way." Tim touched the
marks on my buttocks. "Nice marks. Jon sure knows how to train here. He said
that I could do what I wanted too with you, and I wanted to bring six friends
for a good old-fashioned gang rape, but he said I could only bring four." He
leaned over my left side, and caught a look at my pale face. "Yep, just what I
thought. You got a brain in there somewhere, don't you honey?" He couldn't
expect a reply, so I didn't make the effort. Fast hard smack from his hand on
my sore ass. "Answer me!" I tried, but the only noise that was escaping the
gag was a low groan. He laughed. "Now I'm going to let my friends come in, and
I want those pretty thighs spread or I will spread them for you, do you
understand?" I nodded, emphatically.
He opened the door and his friends came in. Looked pretty ordinary to me,
hardly worth a second glance on the street. Very vanilla. Yuppies on a
slumming weekend. They looked like a Coors commercial. One tall and
dark-haired. One shorter, but blonder. Very generic, actually. The only one
who looked nervous had to be the youngest of the group. Tim wandered back to me
as they stood in the door, and whispered. "Virgin." His voice was low and
pleased. Tim motioned them over. The boy was looking at me in the grip of some
terror. His hair still the sweet blonde of the very young. Jesus, was he even
old enough to be here? Jon would have checked him out, but Lord, what a baby.
He was blushing scarlet, as he felt my eyes on him.
"I want a blow job, Tim." Said the taller one. His hair perfectly cut in the
Bloomfield mode.
"Christ, I bring you to exotic sex heaven and you guys want Vanilla?" Some
look passed between them, all but the boy. Something else was going on here,
but I wasn't sure what. "Come on, Jay. She's waiting for you. Can't move
unless you tell her too. Can't speak with the gag, to say no. Sure shot, son.
Put the condom on and go for it."
"Tim, I can't." He sounded scared. Tim unclipped my wrists and I left them
where they were. He rolled me over unto my back, and I looked straight up at
the ceiling. "Sure you can. She wants you too. She's ready for it, likes it."
He parted my pubic lips and showed the slick moisture to the boy. Hungry eyes
on my sex. "Put the condom on man, and go for it. I'll fuck you, if you want
me too, to get you off." The boy gasped.
"Okay, but just her, man. None of that other. I'm not into that." His voice
quavered with fear and desire.
"You got it, bud, but only until my tolerance runs out. You got obligations to
fulfill for this." His voice was deep and sure. Honey smooth. I felt the bed
give under the boy's weight, and the sharp crisp tearing of cellophane. Heard
his breath moving in his teeth as he moved over me. "Just relax, man. A
guaranteed score. We all joined the club this way." Organ at the gate of my
sex, prodding hesitantly, and then sliding in forever. God, above, this kid was
hung like a pony. Thickly rubbing against the G-spot deep inside me.
"What's that ridge up there?" The boy asked suddenly, not slowing, just
curious. The men chuckled, telling him every crude fact about the G-man before
they were finished. I moved my hips into the boy's thrusts, and heard Tim order
the others to hold me still on the bed.
"Take the gag off and have her suck you off. It's cool." He was pretty
cavalier with Jon's property, was my thought. Hands opened the gag, and a cock
was placed against my lips. I took it, gently. Letting my lips close around
it. Another well-hung individual. Almost too well hung to breath, actually.
The other one playing with my nipples, just a little roughly. Pinching them and
weighing the flesh. Exploring the new toy in front of him. I turned into the
cock, letting the hand on my head guide my face as the boy fucked me. Almost
too big, and coarse, was he. Going very deep, considering his size. Time
enough to learn the nuances of penetration on normally formed women later, now
all I had to do was relax into the almost painful thrusts of his body into mine.
Every orifice opened for their use.
He didn't last very long before he was bucking against me with ecstasy. Eyes
closed, face pink. Making little moans above me. His full weight settling
against me as he was rapidly falling from the crest of his orgasm. Organ
twitching slowly, but never going soft. Little kisses against my ear, dear
child. The other cock left my mouth in mid-stroke.
"Hey, what is this?" He asked, surprised. Rapid movement around me. It was
all very quick, but the boy was secured on top of me.
"This is initiation..." Tim said, as he struggled to hold one of the boy's
strong young limbs still for restraints. The boy started to protest, but was
quickly gagged. I felt profound surprise, did Jon know what was going on in
here? The boy was struggling on top of me. Trying to pull free. My eyes were
wide. "Put your arms over your head, Anne, so they can be secured please." I
did it, immediately, not willing to press my luck with this crowd. Quick-clipped
to the headboard. Trying to remind my self that I was perfectly safe. The
other one chuckled.
"Nice operation, Tim. This boy needed to be brought down a bit." They laughed.
"Can I warm him up first?" Tim said okay, and brought out a thick paddle. The
boy shook his head as though in fear.
"Relax, and enjoy the ride. Just a bit of pain before the fucking starts.
Little slave sandwich here." They all laughed, as though pleased with
themselves. They started paddling him with hard even blows from the wooden
implement. His organ, rock-solid inside me and getting firmer. His body wasn't
unhappy, no matter what his head was telling him. The vigorous beating coming
inescapably fast as the two watching made running commentary on the state of the
virgin orbs before them. The three of them trading off to torment the unmarked
buttocks of the boy. The youth started to fight in earnest. Sobbing over me. I
could only take so much, so I leaned into his ear and started to whisper to him,
voice low.
"Stop it. They are enjoying your struggles. Let them do what they want, and
get it over with." Common sense.
"Nice sentiment, bitch." Came Tim's voice from over me. I swallowed heavily,
but let him turn his attention to me for a moment. "You have no idea what's
going on, anymore than he does." He sounded angry, and he took a fistful of my
hair. He was smiling in happiness. Evil glee. I knew that I could take more
than this boy, so I thought what the hell. "Sorry, you were rude to me?"
"Not at all." My voice was firm, and easily heard in the small room. "Do what
you are going to do to him, and let him show you that he can take it. He agreed
to it, did he not? So as long as you don't really hurt him, he can't object.
No safe-word, as long as it doesn't do real damage." The bastard smiled. The
tall one getting ready to fuck the boy as he was inside me. I wasn't angry with
them, just tired of the boy sobbing with abject misery on my chest. Bright red
with humiliation. His eyes shining into mine, wide with profound disbelief.
Tim moved very close to my face. Smiling slowly. Searching my eyes as they met
his. Not quite sure whether he should believe the slave before him had actually
challenged his authority.
"Believe it." I snarled, and knew that I had puzzled him with my quick
about-face.
"Open challenge, how interesting." I felt the pressure from above and the boy
groaned. Tim moved away, and the boy fell onto me. Impaled by the man behind
him, who made some small sound of pure pleasure.
"God, he's so tight." His jaw getting hard as he pushed into the unopened
portal before him. I closed my eyes, and laid my cheek against the tortured
blonde head next to mine. Murmuring into his hair, as the man fucked him
cruelly.
"It'll feel so good, when he's in all the way." I clenched the strong muscles
in my cleft around his organ. Milking him. "Fuck me, and forget him." The boys
hips pressed against me for the long seconds that came between the first thrust
and the surcease of pain. Warm tears falling against my neck. I felt my own
eyes filling in mute sympathy with his struggle, then I felt him surrender into
it. He submitted completely. Most of his body, gone soft and pliant except for
the part still buried in my sex. That got harder.
His organ expanding to enormous proportions. He rocked it into me. I almost
thought that it was going to exit my ears on the down stroke. I gasped with the
pleasure. Acute, sharp, and lusciously filling. My womb being pushed with
tempestuous violence by his rigid flesh. I could feel orgasm coming to me, and
fought it off deftly thinking of other things. Sun, moon, stars, Adam, nope,
that wasn't going to work. I battled quietly, not want to make my own
punishment worse for myself, by coming without being told to. The men using me,
both came simultaneously. The weight of two men collapsing on me heavily,
almost driving the breath from my lungs. Tim taking the gag from the boy, so he
could drag air into his starving tissues. Gasping with reaction. He fell off
me, as they released his arms and legs, spent. Laying limply on the side of the
bed. Hurting but satisfied. Battered by the lustful response of his body to
the feel of male flesh inside him. His eyes closed with tears drying on his
cheeks slowly.
I, too was released, then made to straddle Tim on the bed. The smaller man
taking the phallus from my anus and moving to enter me from behind. He put the
head of his cock against the tight ring and started to push. He was big, and I
panted with exertion. Trying to open so he could get into me without too much
pain. I didn't think that I would be able to, and felt myself start to tense
up. I spoke, with alarm starting to creep into my voice.
"Slow.... please..." Panic lighting my eyes as I tried to relax enough to let
him into me. Tim caught my face with his hands, lips against my cheek. Soft
words a whisper against my skin, so low they were inaudible. A murmur of
comforting syllables. The man behind me slid home, and his hands pulled me
back, and up. Kneading my shoulders. Their cocks almost touching through the
thin membrane that separated my openings. My throat still making small croaking
groans from the effort of opening my anus for his tumescence. Tim ran one
hand down my chest, face watching mine.
"Figured it out yet?" Tim quipped. Making me look into his eyes as the
enormous organ filled my anus, fuller than it had ever been before. I tightened
with pleasure and Tim lifted me enough to get his cock further into me. I
smiled in delight, as it hit me. "Big Cock Club. I find another like me and we
throw a little party for them so they feel like they are special. Little pain,
bit of humiliation." He cupped my breasts with his hands, kneading them. "You
challenged me for him, not cool, but almost understandable. We get to fuck you
silly, and punish you if we like." My face blossomed with the intensity of his
words. "I think we will like that." His low voice, full of direly afflicting
promise, driving me wild above him. I wasn't going to be able to stop it from
overflowing my body, the orgasm. I would surge over. "Beg me to let you come,
because if you don't, and you do. I'll tell Jon, and you won't, for a month."
He had the upper hand back, and he knew it. I let tears roll over my lashes.
He chuckled, pressing my nipples in time to the thrusts. First one, then the
other. "No mercy here, slave." No, of course not.
"Please, Master..." My voice trailed off, this was so difficult. Had to fuck
and think at the same time. "I can't..., but I won't... please..." Yearning
for it, and trying to speak. Trying desperately to figure out what he wanted
from me. I tried the last thing I could think of to make him happy. "I am so
sorry, master." Real regret tinting the color of my words. "I will never make
the same mistake that I made on Wednesday, and I will never challenge you if I
can help it again." My words were interspersed with the heat that was moving
me. The dark-haired tall one kneeling next to me, ready to play again. Coming
to support my shoulders with strong hands. I leaned into him, gratefully.
"You will still be punished, but I'm sure you know that." I nodded, throbbing
with urgent carnality. My eyes closing as Tim pulled me closer to his chest.
The man behind me, grinding vigorously into my ass. His hands holding my hips
up to his crotch. His motion reaching crescendo. "Alright then, Anne. This
once, I will forgive you, but beware you do not anger me again foolishly."
"Never, Master. God, Thank you, Master." It was going to be a relief to let
go. Flow over with a surfeit of ecstatic spasms. There were hands everywhere.
My neck, my back, my hips. All of them, were touching me when I orgasmed.
Nearly ritual for all of them to share in my gratification. When it came, I
went weak with it. Body convulsing as I felt the one behind push deep, and Tim
pulsating in my damp sex. His spiked hair buried between my breasts. Poking
the silky flesh sharply. The dark man, masturbating with his free hand. His
juices bubbling over his fingers, caught, then he rubbed them on my face. I
licked his fingers, losing myself in the moment. Feeling flesh surrounding me,
and in me, and around me. Smelling the tangy odor of sex perfuming the air near
me like incense.
I looked up and saw Adam standing in the corner, smiling at me in my stickiness.
When had he come into the room? I didn't know, but I was glad he was here with
me now. My heart swelling when I looked at him.
Tim drew me down to his lips, licking the semen from my cheeks with cat-like
enjoyment. He savored it, kissing me with the taste of man still on is tongue.
Luscious.
The others, resting on the edges of the bed, as he tasted my mouth. Grabbing my
ass, as his organ slipped out of my wet sex, spent for the moment. God, his
tongue was sweet.
I came back to myself, as Adam joined us in the bed without his clothes. Going
gracefully to his knees, and waiting for one of the young Master's to fuck him
from behind. We were side-by-side on the dark green coverlet. I leaned over
Tim, and whispered in his ear.
"If I show up at the store, and call you a son-of-a-bitch, what will happen next
time?" He laughed, low in his throat. Hugging me against his musky, damp skin
in unadorned happiness. It was at that one moment that I realized I had a place
here that only I could fill. I was somehow intrinsic to these people, as willing
player's in this arena often are. I was part of the erotic spice of Jon and
Traci's place. I was lucky to be here and not have to hide myself all the time.
Partial freedom is better than none at all.
