Two Nights

My body arches uncomfortably against the bonds. Your touch, soft and sweet, torments my burning flesh, still searing from your blows. Lying on my bruised buttocks is painful, and I am forced to rock side-to-side to endure the discomfort. But that pales in comparison to what you are doing now. Ever so slowly, your moist hands glide across my body, up and down, with the touch of a feather. I moan in agony and ecstasy, but that small act seems to have displeased you, for I suddenly feel a leather gag placed over my mouth. My vision blocked by the blindfold, I did not expect this, and I cry out; you had never gagged me before. "Shhhhh, my sweet, you'll be all right. No more sounds, that's all. Remember, this is for love."

For love indeed. The night before, on a whim, we had taken each other to the highest heights we had ever known. Our chests bound together, my face in your pubis, your mouth engulfing my penis, three leather straps molding our bodies together, we brought each other closer and closer to the precipice. The bet was that the first person to pull away, either stopping the stimulation on their partner or to request that their own stimulation be stopped, would be the sexual slave of the other person for the entire next evening. You were uncomfortable with the idea at first, and I let you think on it. But as your devious mind began to mull over the possibilities, you warmed to the idea. After all, we had not specified anything you *couldn't* do, in either scene. And you had taken full advantage of this fact. Tossing, turning, rolling, and flailing, you took me as you have never taken me before. My member was rock hard in your mouth, and your lips and tongue were like an express flight to heaven. My mouth was as busy as it had ever been, greedily devouring your inflamed cunt. Juices flowed down my cheeks, as you writhed in passion, with a direct line between your cunt and your mouth. Never had I experienced lust like this, and never had the stimulation been so good. I knew that if I were to win this bet, I would have to act now.

A blinding pain wipes out my memory of the previous night. When I come back to my senses, I realize what was happening. You are applying the nipple clamps, full strength. Sure, we'd played with them before, but always starting slowly and working our way up. I brace myself for the second nipple, but it doesn't come! Instead, there is... nothing! Exceedingly uncomfortable with the uneven stimulation, I begin to wonder if you'd left me, when fire rips through my chest as the other clamp finds its home. The delay has the effect of intensifying the sensation, if such a thing is possible, and I cannot hold back any longer. I scream.

Fleeting images, raw emotions. We were as one, like the snake eating its own tail, or the yin and yang. My mouth fed into your cunt; your mouth fed into my cock. My whole existance lay between my legs and in my mouth, and they were one. Frantically trying to bring you beyond the point of no return, I succeeded only in bringing myself closer. Our bodies bucking against the straps, rolling and churning with our naked energy. Suddenly, if only for an instant, I sensed the hole. You had backed off, if only for an imperceptable instant, and I knew that this was it. I threw my whole being into my mouth, overpowering your engorged clitoris with a tongue that seemed to have a mind of its own. I powered you on top of me, reached up with my hands, and tore into your back. Your reaction was immediate, and you simultaneously pulled away and pushed closer. A deep guttural sound came from deep within you, and I knew I had you. One last push, and you would be mine...

My screams have meaning only to me. Muffled by the ball in my mouth, they come out as only pitiful moans. And they do not stop you. Your extended hand comes down full force on my straining cock, slapping it again and again and again. Tears are streaming down my face, I have been reduced to a mere core of existance. Time has no meaning; I exist only now. The ceaseless battery of stimulation has aroused me to a point I never knew possible. After an eternity, the blows cease, but they are instantly replaced by fingernails across my chest, light and heavy interwoven in a magical dance of sensation. A sharp pull on the chain reminds me of the nipple clamps, bearing down upon my flesh. And then, it happens. Simultaneously, you ram your oiled fingers up my asshole, and fiercely grab my cock with your other hand, also oiled. Each hand performing its own task; separate they are pleasurable, in concert they are unbearable. I cannot hold back any longer; my body is no longer my own. You own it. You control it. I am yours.

As your hips buck with orgasm, I summon that last push of energy to put you over; grinding and clawing my way to victory. But somehow, you did something. Maybe you had a flash of insight like mine; I may never know. But you did something to my penis, something that caused a feeling I will never forget, as long as I live. Unable to process this new feeling, my body acted in the only way it knew how, sending spurt after spurt of hot come down your throat. My tongue throbbed in unison, flying on the energy of orgasm. There was no "you" or "me." We were a single boundless being, joined by the forces of our creation. I was not in control of my body; my tongue was spasming in your cunt, my penis was spasming in your mouth. You had somehow rolled me on top of you, and then you clinched your victory. Just when I thought I would outlast you, you thrust your mouth all the way down on my cock, burying my member deep in your throat, and you swallowed. >From the bowels of my body, an unknown force propeled another jet of semen out of my testicles, and through my penis. I knew this was it. As if in slow motion, I felt the hot liquid enter my shaft, fight its way up, and burst forth from my inflamed head. And then I screamed, my head jerked back away from you, and it was over. I was now your slave.

My body has overloaded. Your driving hands, the bruises and welts, the clamps, the gag, the blindfold, have taken me over the edge. Never have I experienced such pain, pleasure, and passion all seamlessly blended together. I cannot separate the pulsing of my cock with the pounding of my heart. Your movements continue, but they serve only to prolong what is happening, not to increase it. My body continues to spew forth semen, muffled cries, and strained movements. But all that is meaningless; you have taken me to that sacred place of dreams. The core that is my being knows only one fact: I love you.

Then you rip the clamps off.

THE END