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Invitation, Part 1 by Gary Ringenwald
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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| Invitation, Part 1 |
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| By Gary Ringenwald |
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First meetings are always a little scary for me, but the room #
you gave me is right in front of my face. I check my back-pack just to
make sure I brought all my stuff with me, executioners hood, cod with a
zipper cod-piece, and the full facial hood with no mouth (soon I hope to
get more). I zip the pack back up and knock on the door. My heart jumps
a bit when the sound reaches my ears.
I stand there waiting. I look around a bit, but there is no one
in sight. The door opens quickly and a hand reaches out, grabs my coat,
and pulls me inside. Before I get a chance to look at my sorroundings,
a blind-fold is placed around my eyes. I put my hand out to see if I
can feel around for this person, but a hard slap accross my ass tells
me otherwise.
"Don't move unless *I* tell you to move, got that BOY?"
"Yes ... sir", I say, almost forgetting the 'sir'.
You strips off my clothes. I stand there wondering what you are
doing, and my cock is already stiff, pointing parallel to the ground.
"Not bad," I hear you say. A finger runs down my spine and
a shiver courses through me. It slides down to my ass and begins poking
about. "Tight hole," I hear you say to yourself.
A hand grabs my shoulder and pushes me forward while a second
keeps my hips still. My hand involentarily go forward, ready to brace
myself from the floor, but your hands hold me still at a 90 degree angle.
I place my hands on my legs and expose my ass. A hand smacks against my
bare ass and I almost loose my balance. "Listen up BOY, while you are hear
I am to be called 'Master' and every sentance is to end in 'Sir', got that
BOY?"
"Yes Sir!" I say. SLAP! I keep my balance but a small gasp escapes
my lips.
I hear my bag being unzipped. Then some of my leather stuff being
pulled out. After a few seconds of rustling, I feel a hand pull me by my
cock, I walk forward and then I am forced to my knees. The blindfold is
pulled off. I unfortunately don't get to see the face of my captor, because
you have taken the executioners hood out of my bag and you are wearing it.
The only features I can make out are your mouth and chin. The rest is
hidden by the black leather. Your eyes stare at me from the darkness inside.
I feel as if they will burn through me.
"Take off my shoes and socks and make my feet clean" you say. Happy
to be able to serve you, I quickly do as you order. My toungue glides along
the top of your left foot and between your toes. You lift up your feet and I
wash them underneath.
"My feet taste good BOY?"
"Yes Sir!" I say.
"Well, maybe you'd like to clean something else."
You stand up and begin to take off your pants. I am anticipating
your cock with hungry eagerness. But when you finally are stripped waist-
down, you lean over and give me your ass. "Clean it boy."
I bend forward and let my tougue slide along the crack. I try my
best to get everywhere. Soon I reach your hole and gently give it little
laps up and down. The heat from your hole invites my toungue inside. I can
feel the warmth of this Master, and I want you to feel good.
When you tire of this, you pull me onto the bed and tie me spread-
eagle face up. You sit on my chest with your cock and balls resting on my
face. "Just lick," you say. I stick out my toungue and start caressing your
sex. I see that you get hard and am pleased with me so far. You abruptly
push your cock into my mouth and go all the way in. I gag for a moment, and
you pull back out a little. You force yourself back in, this time no gaging.
Your hips start to thrust you cock down my throat, and the slight taste of pre-
cum warms my mouth and through.
Then the blindfold is placed back on and you move off me. A wet
finger starts to probe around my ass. Your finger slowly enters me. My hole
is tight and the second finger you put in makes me withdraw a little, but the
ropes are doing their job. The third finger brings a sharp pain, but it
subsides and the pleasure remains. The finger-fuck you give me sends my senses
reeling, the random thrusts you give keep me unsure of what will happen next.
Abruptly you pull out.
Your hand comes out and gently touches my cock. My body jumps from
the unexpected pleasure, then relaxes. You do this a few more times, and
each time I try to move, trying to get my cock closer to your hand, but I am
still confined. Then next time you grab my cock tightly and pull on it. The
mixture of pleasure and pain that you are causing sends mixed messages and I
don't know weather to moan with excitement or discomfort.
Still holding onto me, you get into position to mount me. I can feel
you cock sliding along my ass. "You ready to get fucked boy?"
The slight hesitation brings a quick tug on my cock.
"Yes, Sir,"
"You don't sound like you really want it, do you?"
"Oh, yes sir! I want to get fucked sir! My hole is hungry for a
man's cock sir. Please fuck me sir. Please fuck my hole!"
Your cock comes to rest on the opening and you slowly invade me. "Oh,
Yes Sir, Fuck me Sir!" Only the head of your cock gets in before the pain
rips through me. You stop for a second and reach over to pull off the
blind-fold. My face is a little contorted, but I make no sounds to show my
discomfort. I open my eyes and see you leaning over me. I still can't see
your face because of the hood. You begin to push in father, my hole still
very tight. All of a sudden it relaxes and you slide in easily. Our bodies
exchange heat and one final burst of pain comes, then goes.
After all the pain goes, I say "Sorry for being so difficult to enter
sir."
A smile crosses your face. Looking up at your eyes peering through
the leather makes me feel safe and comfortable.
At first the thrusts you give are slow and carefull. Not hinting to
the power of your lust you are holding back for the moment. "You got a nice
warm hole."
"Thank you sir."
"Let's see how much you can take boy."
Your hips start to grind into me and the pace speeds up. Still leaning
over me, you stare at me. Your eyes and cock burning into me. Then you start
thrusting hard and you close your eyes. With the final rapid movements of
your hips you pull out, rip off the condom, and cum all over my cock and balls.
The cum spurts out and hits my chin, your head is thrown back, your
body glistening with sex-sweat, your cock giving out your sweet man juice.
You finish cumming and look down on me. You take your
cum and rub it into me. You reach for my cock and begin to jerk me off.
In a few moments I cum. I thrash around, arms pulling, wanting to touch my
own cock. The years of jerking off has made me very sensitive, and the
sensations are overwhelming, but still the ropes hold me tight. My cock
stiffens, my body arches, and with one loud UHHHHH I cum. The initial burst
hits your chin unexpectedly, you push my cock up to aim it toward my face and
the second and third barely reach my neck. You continue to make slight tugs
at my cock, lengthening the orgasm, watching as my body twitches to every tug
you give.
After it is over, you untie me and you look me over. Our cum still
intermingling on my body. Surprizingly, you start to lick some off. With one
hand you rub some off and push it into my mouth. The taste warms my throat.
Then finally take off the mask so I can look at you. I stare at you for a few
moments, then you lean over and we kiss, with the cum mixing in our mouths.
You cradle my body and head next to you, and I am soon fast asleep.
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Part 1
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