by Iona Nixon
He has learned when I am close to orgasm and purposely holds himself back, not letting me cum. Continuing this over and over as he brings me to the brink of explosion only to withhold it from me has me screaming in frustration.
"Tell me who owns you Aria and I will let you cum." He whispers into my ear.
"Never!" I yell furiously and try to meet his thrusts with my own so I can make myself cum, but he just holds me down. Three more times he brings me to the edge only to deny me my release and I am sobbing.
"Tell me what I want to hear Aria." He murmurs gently.
"Please!" I whimper through tears.
"Tell me!" He commands in a icy voice.
"I am yours. You own me." I whisper in defeat. He chuckles and begins to pound me mercilessly and I again feel my orgasm building. Just when I think the end is in sight he slows down just enough to keep me at that almost painful threshold.
"Promise me you will never leave me unless I let you go." He whispers as he continues my torture.
"Please! I already said what you wanted." I scream furiously.
"Say it now and all this torment stops Little One." He goads softly.
"I promise to never leave you unless you let me go." I whisper in defeat. Speeding up his thrusts the biggest orgasm yet floods me with such intense sensations I feel like I am floating away as I scream my release.
"That's my good girl." He states satisfied. "Remember if you don't keep that promise something horrible will happen to Paige." Rising from the bed he pulls me into the bathroom and into the shower.
I cringe at all the blood coating my thighs and at how tender to the touch I am after hours of sex. Callum watches me quietly as I scrub as much of him off of me as I can until my skin glows a bright pink with my effort.
He rips the sheets from the bed and throws them in the fireplace. Squeezing lighter fluid all over them he sets them on fire. Grabbing my new peach sundress, panties and sandals these too he throws on the fire, careful that they burn down to ash completely.
"What am I supposed to wear now?" I ask softly, too defeated to yell anymore.
"I will send someone to town early to get you something appropriate." He explains. "Here, drink this or you will get dehydrated." He hands me a large glass of water as he opens my purse and digs through it. Finding my cell phone he drops it on the counter and smashes it to pieces with his fist. Not finding anything he wants to keep he throws all of that into the fireplace as well, burning it to ash.
After I am finished with my water he leads me back into the bedroom and pulls me down on the bed. Spooning me he covers us with a light blanket and wraps an arm around my middle pulling my ass right into his groin.
"Remember your promise." He threatens. "Some of the guys can find amusing ways of ending your friends life."
I am completely exhausted after the long night but too afraid to sleep so I lay there next to him quietly. When he sits up several hours later I am finally just starting to doze off. He slaps me on the ass before walking into the bathroom.
"Long day today. We will be heading back to California." He states from the other room. Dressing swiftly he comes over to me and handcuffs me the headboard.
"I will be right back, don't go anywhere." He laughs at my furious expression before striding from the room. I manage to lie back down and cover up with the blanket before he comes back about fifteen minutes later with a biker woman.
"Tell her what sizes you wear, she will be buying you everything you need." Callum commands from the doorway. I tell the woman all of my sizes before drifting off to sleep.
A large object dropped on the bed wakes me from my deep sleep and I sit up forgetting where I am for a minute as I gaze around in confusion. When my eyes meet Callum's I flush in shame as last nights activities come flooding back into my memory. Even though he didn't give me a choice he was gentle with me and made sure I enjoyed it as much as he did.
"Get dressed, we leave in a half hour." Callum states softly as he crosses the room and unlocks the handcuffs. I find a pair of Levi jeans, a black silk bra with matching thong panties, a harley t-shirt, black socks and a pair of biker boots; all brand new. Next to the bag is a leather jacket that is almost the same as Callum's except for a few different patches. Where Callum has a patch that says President, mine says Pres Bitch.
I throw the clothes on quickly and French braid my hair to keep it out of the way. He leads me outside where everyone looks like they are waiting for him. Paige is in the crowd and looks horrible. Her hair is wet like she just took a shower, but she has bruises on her face and arms. The expression on her face is of someone whose spirit has been broken.
I tug on Callum's jacket to get his attention, knowing I have to try and do something for my best friend. He looks down at me expectantly and I lean up on my toes to whisper to him secretly.
"Paige looks terrible. Can't she ride with someone who will take care of her? She is a good girl." I plead with him, biting my lip to keep from crying for her.
"Reece, come up here." Callum calls down from the porch. Reece is the same guy I met yesterday with the brown hair and slim build that took Paige when we got here. "You haven't had a woman of your own for a while, what do you think of the blonde?" Callum nods towards Paige. "She's unclaimed right now and after how well she did last night is worthy of becoming a member. She's yours if you want her."
"I was hoping you would offer her to me otherwise I was considering bringing it up with you anyway." Reece replies with a wide grin. "I'll take her."
I watch him walk through the crowd and put his arm around her shoulders gently, leading her over to his motorcycle. An expression of relief crosses her face that makes me feel a little better.
Callum smiles down at me and I can see that he is pleased with my actions. He escorts me over to his motorcycle and ties a bandana around my head effectively hiding my bright red hair. Next he hands me a pair of sunglasses before handing me a helmet.
As soon as Callum and I are heading down the two track everyone else follows along behind single file. Reece and Paige are directly behind us but I wasn't given a chance to speak to her before leaving. We are quickly on the highway heading west and away from the only home I have ever known. What will be my dad's reaction when he comes home to find I have been abducted. The first thing he will feel is rage because I dared to directly disobey him. I don't think the grief will sink in for a while until I am not found.
When we drive pass the welcome to Wyoming sign I am surprised at how quick our trip is going. We have driven past a few speed traps by police officers but when they see a gang of fifty they don't seem to care so much about us going well over the speed limit.
We are in Wyoming all day and into the night as well. Except for the occasional bathroom break we don't finally stop until we have gone through Salt Lake City Utah. Callum pulls up to a large roadside motel where everyone parks their bikes in the back away from the busy road. I am surprised when another biker comes out of the office to meet us and hugs Callum affectionately.
Callum brings me up to the second floor to a room on the end and I am happy to see that Reece is bringing Paige to the same room. The room is pretty big and has two king size bed as well as a hot tub large enough to fit all four of us easily.
"We are going to go next door to the diner so feel free to use the bathroom." Callum says as he rubs my ass gently. "Are you alright so far? You're not too sore from riding all day?"
"I'm okay." I reply honestly. "A little stiff but a good nights sleep and I should be fine." Paige has collapsed on the bed and is already fast asleep when I head into the bathroom.
Reece wakes her very sweetly promising her she can sleep once she has eaten a full meal. The diner has set up a buffet ahead of time just for the bikers and is otherwise closed for business. There is barbequed chicken, hamburgers, corn on the cob, dinner rolls, baked potatoes as well as a salad bar including chili. My stomach growls loudly when all of smells hit me and I blush at Callum's raised eyebrow as he
hears it.
Paige eats like she has been starved for a month and I feel sorry for her. Reece is very attentive to her and seems to treat her very kindly. I myself manage to eat three full plates of food and then once I am full exhaustion sets in.
Reece carries Paige back to the room because she is falling asleep standing up.
The End.
A Tight Encounter
My mother's neighbour is an attractive woman in her early fifties named Jennifer. My mother spoke to her espousing my expertise in computer repair and software editing and recovery. The topic came up because her son was home from university for the holidays and was having some problems with a virus on his computer. Jennifer telephoned me asking if I could pop in and have a look at her son's laptop; I agreed and called in the next day after work.
I knocked on the door and Sam opened it and let me in, he said his mother was out for the evening but that she would pay me for whatever needed doing to his computer. I went up into his bedroom where the laptop was set up and started to look into the problems. Sam sat on the bed chatting to me about life at the university, girls, his friends, his likes and dislikes.
He was nineteen and in his first year and so had a lot to tell. As we chatted I checked through the files on his laptop, ran some virus scans and generally gave the machine a full health check. I jokingly asked if he had been surfing for pornographic material as this is often the most common source for viruses, his face flushed which said it all really. I laughed and told him not to worry, since most young guys did it. As I checked his internet history I was a little surprised at the sites and images he had downloaded, lots of pictures of men in tights including videos and images of gay and bisexual sex, all in tights. As I opened up some of the sites Sam looked increasingly uncomfortable and started making excuses as to why they might have been on his laptop; he claimed a roommate must have used his PC! I smiled at him and he could tell that I knew he was lying. I continued to look through the images and files and found myself getting increasingly aroused by what I saw but Sam was getting flustered and asked if I had finished as he needed to go out soon. I told him that I still needed to check some more things out but wouldn't be too long, and then I left him in his room as I went to the toilet.
As I sat on the toilet in the bathroom I noticed several pairs of his mother's tights drying on a laundry rack and, more interestingly, several pairs in the dirty laundry basket. I fished a pair of barely black tights out of the laundry basket and began to smell the crotch, the sensation of these tights and the smell made my cock rise. I reached down and began to masturbate as I smelt the tights, I rubbed them against my face and licked them all the while thinking about the images and videos I had just seen on Sam's computer. I moved the tights onto my cock, masturbating furiously with the nylon encasing my erect member. My eyes closed as I imagined another man sucking me until I exploded, hot sticky semen pulsed from my throbbing phallus and soaked Jenifer's tights. As my orgasm subsided I looked in horror at the sticky mess I had made in the smoky-black nylon, a pool of slippery semen clung to the sheer fabric of the tights. After cleaning myself up with wet wipes and toilet tissue I stuffed the sticky tights into my pocket to hide the evidence of my transgression. As I washed my hands, my eyes drifted over to the tights drying on the laundry rack. I dried my hands and stroked them, the feeling of the silky nylon caused me to become tumescent once again and my cock throbbed as I took two pairs of the tights in my hand and walked back to Sam's bedroom.
As I entered his room Sam began to ask if I was ok as I had been in the bathroom for sometime then he saw what I had in my hand. I told him that I knew he was lying about the pornography but it was ok since I had the same fetish. I dangled the two pairs of tights in front of him and asked which ones he wanted, tan or black? He just stared at them, then at me, not sure how to react but I could tell from the bulge in his jeans the anticipation of what was about to occur was really turning him on. I told him to hurry up or I would choose a pair for him; told him to relax and choose the tights he would really like to wear.
Sam selected the tan tights; I smiled and told him that it was a good choice and then threw the black pair onto his bed and began to undo my belt. I stripped off my T-shirt and dropped my jeans, unveiling the growing bulge in my boxers while Sam just stared at the tights in his hands and then up at me. I told him to hurry and put them on, not to worry, no one would know, and I am sure he will enjoy what we are about to experience.
I sat on the bed and pulled my socks off, stood up and pushed my boxer shorts down and discarded them. My erection sprang free from the restriction of my trunks and stood proud and throbbing in anticipation. Sam's eyes were wide as he stared at my cock watching me as I rolled up one leg of the black tights, putting my foot into the sheer nylon and carefully pulling the sensuous fabric up my left leg. I looked over and saw him transfixed by what I was doing. I smiled at him and encouraged him to follow suit and pull on the tan hosiery. He undid his belt and took off his T-shirt as I pulled the black tights up over my right leg then stood up to adjust them, pulling the gusset tight around my hard cock, my buttocks and waist.
I stood in front of Sam and watched as stripped naked except for his underwear. He began to roll the tights up to put them on when I pointed out that he still had his briefs on. His face flushed as he stood and stepped out of them revealing a very hard and generous cock. I watched him, stroking my own cock as he pulled the tan tights on and up over his erection. I took his hand and pulled him up off of the bed, his eyes were looking at the floor, too embarrassed to make eye contact. I began stroking his cock with my left hand and put my right hand behind him, resting it on his nylon covered buttocks. Then we looked at each other and I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, my hand now gently stroking his hard nylon covered cock.
I moved my right hand onto his and placed his hand on my cock, he began caressing me as we kissed. I pulled him closer and pushed my tongue into his mouth, feeling him massaging my hose-clad cock as my tongue explored his mouth; the intensity of our passion building as we kissed. I kissed his neck and then moved my lips down his body kissing him until I was kneeling in front of his nylon-tented cock. He stood there nervously anticipating that what he had long fantasised about for long was finally going to happen.
I began to lick the tip of his cock through the nylon. I felt his hands rest on my head as I took him into my mouth pushing the nylon against his glans with my tongue. I began sucking him hungrily devouring his nylon-covered cock, feeling the nylon-encased member at the back of my throat and sucking him harder and faster. I felt his hands tense as he screamed out "oh god!" and then I felt his cock shudder and throb as he ejaculated. I continued to suck his pulsating member, tasting his salty semen as it spurted in what seemed like an endless ejaculation through the nylon and into my mouth.
His hands relaxed on my head as his erection began to diminish, I pulled the tights down and revealed a sticky softening cock which I began to lick and suck clean. After I had cleaned his semi-erect penis I stood and faced him. We kissed some more and I shared some of his semen which I had kept in my mouth; he gladly accepted the offering as his tongue explored my mouth.
I asked him if he would like to be my secret lover or if this encounter was to be a unique experience. Sam smiled and said that he wanted our relationship to continue and to explore our mutual tights fetish. He understood that because I was married we would have to keep our relationship secret. I smiled at him and told him not to worry; that we were going to have a lot of fun together. Sam started to take his tights off and I asked what he thought he was doing, he looked down and saw my hard cock straining the gusset of my tights and I asked him if he was going to reciprocate.
He smiled and apologised, as he nervously began stroking me before moving his lips to my cock and tentatively began to lick my glans through the diaphanous nylon. He sucked me through my tights and then I felt a finger push the nylon into my anus and begin to finger me. I stroked his hair and
gently held his head to my groin as he continued to suck me. The feeling of his mouth on the moist nylon encasing my penis and the stimulation of my anal passage by his exploring finger was incredibly arousing. Despite the fact that I had recently orgasmed in the bathroom I could feel another climax beginning to build. I asked him to stop briefly and pulled down the waistband of my tights to expose my naked penis before pulling his lips back onto my cock. Sam took my naked cock deep into his hot wet mouth as he continued to explore my anus with his nylon-sheathed finger.
He sucked me harder and faster until I moaned and pushed his head into my groin and exploded into his mouth, he didn't flinch and he took my offering, swallowing it as he suckled my shaft. I felt my body relax and my erection begin to slowly subside. Despite the fact that my erection was softening he continued to suck and caress it milking the last of my spend into his mouth with long slow strokes of his fingers.
I asked him to wait on the bed while I went into the bathroom and returned with a bottle of baby oil. I could see the trepidation on Sam's face as I poured some of the oil onto my hand and rubbed it over my hardening cock. I always kept getting hard when tights are involved, despite the multiple orgasms I had experienced already.
I told him lay on his back and soothed his concerns, telling him that I wouldn't hurt him and that what was about to happen was going to be an amazing experience. I lifted his legs over my shoulders and positioned myself between his legs and pulled his tights back up over his very hard cock and ripped a small hole in the gusset of the tights close to his anus. I poured some more baby oil onto my hand and coated my fingers liberally with slick lubricant and then I dribbled some of the oil through the hole in the tights onto his anal bud.