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Invitation, Part 4
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| Invitation, Part 4 |
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| By Gary Ringenwald |
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It seems like hours, then the door opens and you appear. I look at you
lustfully. The third porn show is running, nearing the last scene. I have
watched 30 scenes in all, most containing leather and bondage. Precum has been
leaking out of my pulsating rod and has formed a small stream down my side.
You walk over to me and look at the stream of precum. Your finger slides along
the trail and picks up a generous amount. You place the same finger on my lips,
then push it inside my mouth. The taste of my own cum is sweet, and it warms my
mouth.
"You have quite a leaky boy-cock, don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Would you like to cum again?"
"Oh, Yes please Sir!"
"What will you do for me?"
"Master, I will do anything Sir!"
"Will you?" You lightly touch my cock. I jump, almost cumming right
there.
I close my eyes and say, "Anything you want me to do Master, Sir!"
"Good." As you undo my straps you say "Do Not, under ANY circumstances,
touch yourself."
"Yes Sir," I say. My hands and feet are soon free and you help me off
the sling. You take the hood off me and kiss me deeply. I can hear you
sniffing the leather scent that eminates from my head. You then slip tit-clamps
on me. I pull back from the unexpected stimulus, but your hand grabs my ass and
holds me still. You reach to the table on my left and open a drawer. You pull
out a black clothes pin and put it on me in the middle of my stomach.
"Let's see how bad you want to cum. For every clothes pin I get on you
before you say anything, is one second I let you masterbate."
You push me to my knees, and take out your cock. For the first time
I get a good look at you. Your cock must measure at least 9 inches! I wonder
how I was able to swallow that the first time, let alone having it up my ass!
You grab my head with both your hands and pull me forward. I open my mouth and
your cock slides in. As you face-fuck me, you start placing more clothes pins
on me. The are all placed above my nipple line. I can't keep track of how many
you put on but the pain is starting to get to me.
You pull your massive tool out of my mouth. Various clothes pins adorn
my shoulders and back. I want to say something, to tell you it hurts, but my
urge to cum overwhelms me and I stay quiet. You start to put them down my
sides. You place one on my inner thigh. That is just too much for me and I say
"Master, I don't think I can take much more."
You look down on me and say, "I thought you might be able to take more.
But now it looks like you have only 17 seconds to jerk off. If you don't start
cumming in that time, you are NOT allowed to cum for the rest of the day."
You start to take off the clothes pins. Each one you remove causes a
sharp pain. When you finish, you say start, and I begin to feverishly work
myself. I start to wonder if I'll make it. You start counting, 10 ... 11 ...
the firast stirrings of orgasm hit me ... 12 ... 13 ... I feel my cock ready
to explode ... 15 ... 16 ... the climax is just starting as you say 17. My
heart is racing from both the pleasure and nervousness. You start to reach
for my hand to pull it away when I cum. It splatters all over my chest. My
body arches, my hips thrust, and I hold mty breath as I release my juice.
I relax my body and release my grip. You wipe up my cum and use it on
your own sex. You stand over me and pump yourself. You cum in a minute, and
the blasts hit my face and chest.
You take out the towel and wipe me off. "Time to take a shower kid,"
you say.
"Yes Master Tim, Sir."
I rise to my feet and look at you. You hook a leash back onto the
collar and lead me out. We enter the hall and go up the stairs to the left.
We enter another hall, with all the doors except one closed. You lead me there,
every so often tugging at my collar.
Your bathroom is very clean, and rather large. There is a sink on the
left with a tiolet next to it. On the opposite side is the shower with glass
doors. You pull my leash down and I kneel down. You secure it to a hook, then
you start to strip. I watch you intently. You pull your shirt over your head,
your chest muscles are very nicly defined. You pull down your pants. I see
that you aren't wearing underwear. Opening the glass door, you motion me
inside.
The length of the leash gives me just enough room to lie in the tub.
I see you loom over me. The light behind you casts a shadow over me, your whole
front side seems darker. You move closer and aim you cock at my crotch. A
yellow stream flows out of you and warms my own dick. You slowly cover my
stomach and chest with your hot piss. The stream slows, then stops. "Just
marking my property," you say.
You turn on the water. Its cold and splashes my feet and legs. It
heats up quickly, too quickly! It is not hot enough to burn, but it is
uncomfortable to say the least. You take down the showerhead and hose me down
again. I let out a small scream as the hot water graces my tender groin. The
water is bringing the clothes pin's pain back. My whole upper body tingles with
pain. My face contorts and my mouth betrays my discomfort.
"You in a bit of pain little boy?"
"Not really Sir," but my tone tells you otherwise. You turn off the
water and start to wash me with a sponge.
After you clean me you unhook the leash and bring me to the living room.
My stomach growls a bit, you seem not to notice. You sit me on the floor in
front of the sofa, sit down, then turn on the tv. I can hear the news anchor
talking about something unimportant. You lift your foot to my hand, and hold it
there. I take it in my hands and start to massage it for you. You relax a bit
and watch tv as I rub your arch. The odor of your feet now coats my hand and I
can smell the sweet aroma. You pull your foot away and give me the other one.
Something the anchor-man says catches my intrest and I turn to look as I
massage.
Your hand reaches out and grabs my hair. You pull it back and with
gritted teeth say "What did I tell you. HUH?"
"Not to watch tv without your permission sir."
"This is your last warning, one more fuck-up and you'll be punished."
You give my hair a tug to emphasise punished.
"Yes sir..." You release your grip.
When the time comes to eat, you place my food in a dish on the floor
next to your chair. I have no utensils to use, and one napkin. I wait
patiently as you eat, waiting for your permission. I remain on my knees with my
eyes intent on my plate. My hunger rips through my tummy and it voices it's
unhappiness. You look down on me and say one word, "Eat."
I dive into my chicken and rice. My void is soon filled.
You stand over me holding the leash as I wash and dry the dishes. You
show me where each one goes by putting them away. You take me to the bathroom
and tell me to go. I sit there a minute. You standing over me is making it
difficult to go, but I finnally manage.
Next we go to your room. You hook the leash to the end of the bed.
"I want you nice and rested for tomorrow. We have a lot of work to accomplish."
You pat my head then climb into bed. I fall asleep quickly, and sleep very
peacefully.
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Part 4
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