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Invitation, Part 5
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 5 |
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| By Gary Ringenwald |
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I wake up before you. The floor is a little bit cold, and my back aches
from the hard floor. I sit up and wipe my eyes and pull at the chain that keeps
me attatched to the bed. I have a morning hard-on. I look down at it, knowing
I shouldn't touch it, and don't.
I wait maybe 1/2 hour until you awaken. You get out of bed slowly, the
sleep still clinging to you eyes. You walk right by me, hand on your face and
staggering a bit. I can hear you go to the bathroom, but have no idea what you
are up to. You come back with a bag of some sort, and place it on the bed. You
turn to me, look down, and wait.
I sit there, confused with that post-sleep feeling. You don't wait long
until you grab my hair and say very stearnly, "Have you forgotten how to greet
your Master, fuckhead?"
You release your grip. My heart is racing and I feel the bite of fear.
I kneel forward and start to worship your feet.
"Much better, but not good enough." I look up at you and you show a
discontented face. You unhook my chain and practically drag me downstairs.
Instead of the sling I am tied to the wall, my back exposed. My morning
hard-on is gone, and it hangs there flacid. My bladder is sending small
messages that indicate I need to go. I decide this is the wrong place to do it
and hold back.
A sharp pain streaks accross my back and the sound of leather-against-
skin bombards my ears. I let out a small scream.
"You aren't gonna get the nice treatment you got yeasterday if you fuck-
up Kid. I'm just gonna give you a taste of my nasty side, just for reference."
Another crack accross my back. It tingles with pain and my teeth clench. A
third, then a fourth. "You should be able to think for yourself what I want
from you. Just be submissive, and show it." A fifth. "Next time the
punishment will be more severe." A sixth, and I start to whimper softly. I
dare not say a word.
You turn me around, and tie me up again. Now I can see you. Your face
shows you displeasure. I wish I could just sink into the wall. I watch you
as you raise the belt in your hand, and bring it down on my chest. As it flies
toward me, I begin to fear what might happen to me. I am almost petrified.
It lands and smacks my left nipple dead on. I let out a scream, and my
legs go weak. My head is back and my eyes are closed, but no more sounds escape
me. I wait in terror of the next blow.
And I wait.
I tentatively open my eyes. This time I see you before me, not with a
belt, but with a kind expression. I feel scared, wondering if you will strike
out again. You come closer and I flinch back. You raise your hand, but only to
release me.
My hands drop to my sides. You stand before me, and reach to take a
hold of me. I push myself against the wall, the fear still controlling my
actions. But then I see you only want to hold me. I hesitate, then slowly fall
into your arms. I collapse as your arms tighten around me. My entire weight is
supported by you. Then you say softly, "Was that the first time you have been
really punished?"
I force the word "yes" out.
Your embrace increases a bit, "Don't worry, I will NEVER cause you
serious harm."
But I still have doubts, and am not ready to give myself fully. I think
you can sense this and you pull away, saying "Lets get some food, OK?"
I nod my head in agreement. You unhook the chain, but leave the collar
on. We go upstairs and you cook me some food. We eat the same way as last
night, except I am allowed to eat right away.
I wash and put away the dishes. You wait in the livingroom, and when I
finish I join you.
"Sit next to me," you say. I drop myself to your left side and look at
you, careful to avoid the tv screen. You tell me what my tasks are for today,
and just in case I forget, you hand me a list. As an added bonus, you quickly
slip a leather and metal cock-cage on me. "And try not to get hard. It won't
be pleasent."
I look down to see my dick inside this thing. It has a wire cube-shaped
head that would look painful if my dick where hard and pushing on it. Around
the base are 3 thick metal rings, connected by 4 leather straps down the sides.
It is locked into place by a very small pad-lock. I look up at you.
"Aren't you going to thank me for the gift?"
"Thank you sir," I say, a bit confused.
"Get to work." you say, and go back to watching tv.
I look at the list:
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| 1) Vacuume |
| 2) Sweep |
| 3) Clean Bathroom |
| 4) Wash bag items in |
| bedroom |
| 5) Shower |
| 6) Wait in playroom |
| when done |
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and start my chores.
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I step out of the shower and look around. The towel that I brought in
with me is gone!? I look around, and notice an arrow outside the door pointing
to the stairs. I step out of the shower dripping, and catiously walk out.
I walk downstairs to the playroom. The door is open, but it is pitch
balck inside. I walk inside. I see a gloved had reach and grab for my arm.
I am too slow to noticing and it has a firm grip. The door slams behind me,
locks, and the lights come on.
The sight before me both exhilirates and humbles me! In front of me I
see three men, two of them have a black leather hood with a large mouth area,
and the other has my executioners hood on. All three wear black capes,
harnesses, and leather straps whith their man tools pointing out of holes.
The one who had a hold of my arm is behind me, holding my head and chest
tightly. "Tie his hands," the one in front of me in the middle commands.
"Sure thing," the one behind me says. My left hand is grabbed, then my
right. I try to pull away, not wanting to be helpless in this situation, and
succeed. I hear someone say "Grab him!", and I turn around to get a look at
the gloved man. I almost drop to my knees at the sight of this person! What I
see before me is the most perfect specimen of Masculinity I have ever seen!
Dressed in only leather gauntlets and a bikers hat, this huge man looks at me
playfully. His arms swell from the hours of working at the gym, as does his
chest and legs! I think for a second on how I could have gotten out of his
grip, but the smile he gives me answers that question.
He reaches for me again and flexes his massive arms. I am completely
stunned and unable to move. He grabs me and forcefully pulls me to him. I
almost die from the feeling of his bare chest and unrelenting grip! Then I
notice that the head of my cock is in pain. I have been tring to get an
erection in the cock-cage. I feel a hand reach from behind me and slip it off.
Then my arms are tied behind my back, and I am pushed to my knees by the man
behind me.
I kneel there, eye-level to this massive hunk of male flesh, his
protruding member stands up at a pretty heafty length! I look up at this man
and he says, "Welcome to the Playroom Slave. As I can see you are impressed by
my size." He shows-cases himself by lifting his arms a bit and opening his
gloved hands. "I know Master Tim behind you is rather proud of finding such a
nice young piece of slave-meat like you. Now who don't you tell me what a
pathetic little slave is for."
I bow my head and say, "His one and only job is to please his Master
sir." I imagine touching his cock, to feel the sensation of his smooth
cockhead, but dare not.
"Master Tim, why not introduce this unworthy slave to me."
"Sure Master Kevin." you say. You pul my hair back and force me to look
into Master Kevin's face. "Slave, this is Master Kevin. He was the person who
helped me to become a Master. Greet him like a good slave should."
I struggle to think of something to do while you still hold my hair.
I got it! You release my hair and I bend down and lick the floor very close to
his feet. Master kevin says, "Why do you do that slave?"
I answer, "Because I am unworthy to touch you, nor to ask for you
permission to do so sir."
"Slave," he says, "I am pleased by your answer. It appears that the
lesson Master Tim taught you this morning sunk in. You may lick me feet."
I dive into his feet. Even down here I can see the muscles on his legs. As I
lick, my cock starts to drip. His feet shift a bit, the I feel myself being
lifted off the gound! He has picked me up and slung me over his shoulder. He
carries me to a rugged table in the corner.
My cock is positioned in a hole in the table, and my hands and arms are
tied down. "Awe, isn't that cute!" Kevin says, "Master Tim, you never told me
this slave has a really cute ass." I glance up at him, and notice a little dab
of pre-cum has found it's home on his right pec. Oh, just think, my dick was
actually touching that!
Another person says, "Where on Earth did you find such a cute little
slave?"
You say, "Now Master Greg, I can't tell all my secrets in front of a
worthless slave." My face turns red with embarassment. You look at me without
me noticing, then say, "Boy, I see you find Master Kevin quite impressive, don't
you?"
"Y .. yes Sir!" I stammer.
"Is he any good?"another voice interjects.
"He needs work, but has the potential," you utter. A finger is shoved
into my ass. I tense up a moment as the finger starts to poke about inside me.
"He does have a tight ass, Master Greg, come try." I can't see behind me, but
in a matter of seconds I feel a cock invade my hole. I open my mouth and let
out a cry of pain, but Master Kevin has shoved his cock down my throat. I gag
a moment, then I try to relax.
I am in almost total ecstacy! I revel in the feeling of this hard,
stiff meat being forced in and out of my mouth.
"He's not too bad at sucking," he says.
All four of you laugh at me. "Maybe he could use a lesson with me,"
the Unnamed Master says, and chuckles. I feel like I could sink into this table
from the humiliation!
"Not yet Master Rob, he still needs to be pre-trained," you say. As
Master Greg (I think) pounds away at my ass, Master Kevin stays in front fucking
my face. I concentrate more on my mouth as I can smell and taste the wild
aroma of man. The slick and fully stiff Master Meat that is in my mouth would
start my cumming at the slightest graze of my cock, which is tucked away in
the hole.
"Enough Master Greg," says Master Rob, "let me have a go at that slave
pussy." I feel the cock slide out, then another relentlessly shoved in.
Master Kevin pulls out and starts to slap his meat on my face. I feel
as if I'm in heaven until a pain rips across my back. I grit my teeth and hold
back a yell. Another sharp pain, then another. I am really confused as to the
source of this pain. Then Master Kevin shows me the small, plastic stick. I
look up into his eyes, his cock still inside my mouth, enthralled by his chest.
He distarcts my attention long enough for you and Master Greg to slip on the
leash and untie me.
You roll me of the table and I hit the floor with a thud. Master Greg
is in control of my leash, and he holds me firmly.
Then you three stand at the opposite end of the room. I see Master
Kevin kneel in front of you, while Master Rob embraces you from the back. Then
Master Kevin takes your pulsating rod into his mouth. "Oh Master Kevin," you
say, "you always did have a talent for that." My mouth drops to the floor as I
become insanely jeleous of watching you get sucked and seeing Master Kevin
sucking you. I feel a bit confused by this.
"Slave," Master Rob says, "if you can make it over here, we just might
let you take our cum."
I get up and start to move toward you, the thoughts of tasting all your
cum urging me forward. Then Master Greg gives a tug on the leash. I fall back,
landing on my ass. I look back at Master Greg, who is grinning evilly. I start
to crawl my way towards you. I get a few feet, then the collar pulls at my
neck. I ignore the choking and pull harder. Master Greg leans back to use his
weight as leverage. I scrape and pull at the floor, and start to make some
progress. Slowly I make my way against the restraints of the leash. I watch as
your cock slides in and out of Master Kevins mouth. He pulls off for a second
and says, "Can't wait to see you cum Master Tim." My sex drive, still
unfulfilled, urges me onward.
I get about three feet away when I hear you moan loudly and say, "Oh
yeah, I gonna shoot my fuckin' load!" I get a burst of energy and try to make
it to you, but I am too late. Master Kevin pulls off you and you grab your
cock. In a few seconds your cum splatters all over the ground. I try to reach
your sweet juice, but I can tell that Master Greg had no intentions of letting
me make it. It was all a game, the outcome already decided.
Master Kevin stands and turns his back to me. His body tenses up and I
see white liquid drop between his legs. Master Rob does the same, but the cape
blocks any view of him.
I sit back, my cock aching for release. It drips and throbs.
All of you start to get dressed. I get a look at your faces.
Master Rob brings me upstairs, ties me to a hook in the living room, and
goes back down.
After a few seconds, I start to jerk myself off. I cum quickly, and
eat up all my cum so as not to have any evidence.
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Part 5
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