Enough already -- I wanted to fuck! I needed to fuck.
Come on, Master, fuck me already, I pleaded. And then I suddenly blurted, "Will you just fuck me already you bastard!"
Scott wriggled out from under me, annoyed and angry, and moved around to face my ass. But instead of entering me, he cracked my bottom with a paddle!
"Ow! What was that for?!" I exclaimed, feeling a bit hurt. But he quickly reminded me, "Silence, bitch."
There was that quiver up and down my spine again. I almost forgot my place… which was exactly where I wanted to be.
The man cracked me again on the other cheek. I found myself wanting MY turn with the paddle, but clearly it wasn't happening anytime soon.
The paddle singed me once more, and then I heard Scott fumbling with a wrapper -- a condom, I guessed -- before he entered my pussy doggie style. Here it was, my first real fuck. As if the past three hours were mere warm-up.
As he slid into me, it took my breath away. But this, ironically so, was not painful. Scott was a stallion; a powerhouse of fit energy that was being unleashed into me.
With each thrust, I wanted him deeper and harder. I heard (and felt) his scrotum slap against my ass, my thighs, my pussy -- it was all over the place. He kept changing his angle, his direction, his thrust. And all I could do was burrow my face into the pillows to muffle my cries of ecstasy.
So many friends had told me of the pain they'd experienced during sex when they'd had it for the first time. Well!
This man knew his territory, and any pain he inflicted was intentional. But as we were fucking, I had only pleasure. Until he cracked my ass again, of course!
The next time he did, I was already growing more tolerant. So tolerant, in fact, that the paddle was making my clit tingle.
He came pretty fast, but I wasn't there yet. He released my hands, but only to connect them to a ring hanging down from the leather straps that were above us.
Now I was on my knees with my hands shackled over my head. He laid flat on his back, and wouldn't you know it, but he was already hard and raging to go. We wiggled around a bit until we were in perfect position, and he helped guide his cock into me.
Like second nature, I began to bounce and rise up and down, his long cock never leaving me. In this position, I felt even more new, wonderful sensations. Was it the simple upward curve of his hard dick? Was it the arch of my back? Whatever made it feel so damn good was something I wanted to reproduce.
As I rode him harder and with longer strokes, he somehow managed to reach my clit and play with it while we were fucking. Oh my God, I felt a quake inside of me that made me shake and shudder for minutes after the fact.
And then, to send me to even further heights, he slid down the bed, with my pussy right over his mouth, flicking and tonguing until I came three more times. His face was moist with my juices, and he was just lapping it all up.
Releasing all the straps and ties, we both collapsed into each other and fell asleep. Hard asleep.
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I awoke in the middle of the night to Scott carrying me over his broad shoulder. I said nothing, open to whatever he had in store for me.
He went through a hallway, off of what I now referred to as the "Great Room", and carried me down a narrow spiral staircase. At the bottom, it was very dark, but I could see bars.
What?
A cage.
Yes, it was most definitely a cage I was seeing.
Scott carried me into it and cuffed my hands above me to the bars of immobile steel.
"What is your plan for me now, Sir?" I said coyly.
But Scott didn't answer, giving me only a stern look for disobeying his silence. And then he locked the door.
The way I was positioned in the cell -- which was about six feet all around -- was such that my breasts each fell in between the bars, and were easily accessible from the outside. My mind started to wander, somewhere between wondering if his valet or cleaning staff ever came down there to just what it was he planned to do to me.
Scott makes all the rules, I reminded myself. And the rule master was free to simply walk away.
And so it seemed he had. He'd left me caged up, like a tiger.
A tiger in heat.
I stood there, wrists clamped to the iron bars above my head. It was dark, and I was cold, my nipples hard, hard like coat hooks. When Scott finally came back, some 30 minutes later, it seemed he'd brought new toys to the party.
This time he had a leather whip, and a metal spray canister of some sort that I'd never seen before. He proceeded to spend quite a while nuzzling and sucking on each breast, torturing me!
He was firm and decisive, but wanted more still. He was at first gently biting my breast, but then started to suck on my dark skin -- he wanted to mark me with his mouth. Four impressive bruises later -- well, hickeys actually -- he was ready to move on.
I had no idea what was in the canister, but something told me it would be freezing cold. Wait, was this the same stuff doctors used to burn off blemishes and such?!
"What are you going to with that? You'll burn me!" I ranted.
He informed me he knew exactly how to use it without any problem, and reminded me to shut up. And after he said this, he immediately honed in on one of my nipples.
He sprayed it for a second, and it felt much like an ice cube at first, then a little hot, which was calmly cooled by his mouth. With a strong suck on my nipple, all I could feel was tantalizing pleasure.
"Do… do that again!" I gasped.
But of course, he wouldn't. Whatever I wanted him to do, the man purposely avoided.
He pulled away and then slapped my breasts with the leather crop. The pain was exquisite and sharp -- very hard to distinguish from pure pleasure. My lines were officially blurred.
Was this really possible? To go from a normal person, a "good girl" even, to one who gets off on pain?
Whatever was common, whatever was traditionally acceptable, it was clear that I was far beyond the realm of the rational. I'd cast aside my virginity, learned to like pain, and wanted more. More.
And then Scott opened the cage door, and joined me in my steel cell. He got behind me and began massaging my back, my shoulders, drifting down to my ass. As he was squeezing me hard below, he lifted me the slightest bit, and I could feel his hard cock enter my pussy.
Standing in the cage, we started fucking much harder, wilder, totally uninhibited. He was grunting with each thrust, and with each there was the clang of the manacles that held me in place.
When I was just about to come, he pulled out.
"What the hell?!" I exclaimed, frustrated.
But then he entered my ass; at first slow and methodical, the discomfort being at the point of entry. Once he was inside, he held me in a moment of passionate embrace. I could tell it wasn't part of his orchestrated plan.
He stayed inside, but released my hands. Grabbing a wrist with each hand, he held them up against the bars with all his strength. Then he began thrusting into me with a crazed and furious pace.
I wanted to scream with discomfort at first, but after a few drawn-out moments, I was not only comfortable, but ecstatic. I didn't want him to stop. After a few minutes of indescribable pleasure, he entered me with one last final thrust and then melted into me, soft and supple.
After we'd caught our breath, he told me, "I don't want to divulge all my secrets today, pet. But we do have one more thing to experience together."
He hooked me back up to the leash and led me around a corner through another doorway. I could feel myself dripping onto the marble floor as I was pulled through the corridor. The pleasure he'd injected into me was overflowing.
I heard water running, but had no idea where we were going. Suddenly, I could see steam rolling out from under a big frosted glass door. He opened the door to what appeared to be a bathroom.
Pulling me through the entry, I was swarmed with billowy steam scented of lavender and mint. He led me to a very fancy tub,
with steps to get in, and large enough for two. It had brass hardware, and a showerhead on a hose with retractable tubing to the ceiling. He went into the tub with me, and while standing, showered me with soapy suds, using only his hands to spread them all over my body.
It was impossible to ignore his erection covered with suds, as it kept rubbing against my pussy. He rinsed them off quickly, then lifted me up against the wall. For the first time, I was truly free with no cuffs or leashes. I wrapped my arms around his head as he entered me again, but this time I could do and act as I pleased.
I had not been allowed to hold him while he fucked me until that point, and so I held him hard this time. He fucked me with force against the marbled wall, which despite the hot steam, still felt cold. It made my nipples harden and stand out like little devil horns.
Without realizing, I'd scratched his back so hard, I'd drawn blood. But the man didn't even seem to notice. He was sucking on my nipples, holding my ass, and he was unstoppable.
I could tell he was getting ready to come when he pushed my hands against the wall and started kissing me ferociously. Before I knew it, I was joining him in orgasm- screaming orgasm.
We laid in the tub for a good while after we came; caressing, touching, nothing aggressive or sadistic in this room, at least not anymore. The man looked me over as I studied the small lines that added character on his handsome face. He had lived his life well so far, and I was thrilled to be included.
He helped me up to a step to sit, drying me off with a towel. He leaned in to whisper, "I need to taste you again before we part."
He buried his face into my pussy and drove me absolutely crazy until I was overcome with what I thought was my last orgasm of the day, which of course followed two others.
He had slacks and a nice blouse set out for me, since my original outfit for the day had been torn off. I got dressed, we had a cup of espresso together, then he walked me outside to his driver, instructing him to take me home. I found myself thanking him, thanking him for this whole new world he'd opened me up to that I would have otherwise been too scared to enter.
He gave me a kiss on the cheek, and said hopefully we would see each other again. He handed me his card, and I smiled. I was sore in places I never knew I had -- including, surprisingly, my heart, aching for him -- but it was a good sore. A really, really good sore.
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I now make a serious effort to visit my brother Matt at least every couple of months. And Scott, well... Scott always answers my calls when I'm in town, without fail.
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FORBIDDEN CHOCOLATE LUST
DESCRIPTION: Jay is a coy boy toy just trying to fit in as a gay man in the less progressive days of love equality. The only place he can really turn to is his local PFLAG group, but fortunately for a shy stud like Jay, he quickly finds he's not alone. His tall, handsome, and definitely DARK *stepbrother* is there with him, horny and hung to show Jay just how DELICIOUS a big black cock really is…
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It was the summer of 2000, and I was a homosexual man, again living in the central valley of California. What the rest of the country thought, back then, was that Cali was all-accepting, open to any type of personality, quirk or kink… how little they knew. Sure, L.A. and San Fran were unique in this way, but anywhere else?
Forget about it.
Travel just 100 miles inland, and the state became an intolerant place for people who: 1) were not Christian; 2) were not straight; and 3) were a bit KINKY. Needless to say, finding other gay men to befriend, and heaven forbid, fuck around with, was near impossible.
That was true until April of that year, when I ran into HIM. I was actually at a PLAG (Parents and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) meeting, which was the only real group in support of equality where I was living. There weren't any all-gay groups, so PFLAG was where I went to be reminded that I was a normal guy, with normal needs.
I was also the youngest guy in the room, with many parents of both outed and closeted gay men and lesbians as the usual stalwart members. The gays and lesbians themselves usually didn't attend, or at least join in on group meetings. Sure there were a few card-carrying members, but this was not a hotbed for hookups, if you know what I mean.
The last meeting I went to, everyone was planning the group's participation in Pride 2000, and the adornments and posters they would carry as PFLAG Central Valley in the LGBTQ Pride 2000 parade. It was that day that I first saw Brian there, too. My STEPBROTHER.
When I first laid eyes on him, I felt an immediate sense of connection, as if we were the real deal in the room. Okay, to be fair -- the immediate sense was the hard dick in my pants that grew when I first got a good look at him.
My brother was a classic, body-building, put together, pristinely dressed specimen of a gay man. In fact, when he turned around, I was convinced he had the finest clothed ass I had ever seen. There was a spontaneous urge to grab him and throw him down, but that was always a pipe dream I'd had and an urge I'd never quelled.
The most interesting part, however, was that this was the first black man at PFLAG, and the first black man this white bread had ever desired. It was like a train hitting me right smack dab in the center of this room full of people! I had to suppress my urges, and make small talk, which was as exhilarating as it was painful.
"What?! Brian! Haven't seen you here before…" I managed to get out.
At the same time I was thinking 'I'd really like to go to a different room and have you fuck me with all those muscles', but I held that back.
He extended his smooth, supple, creamy chocolate hand to fist bump me and said, "Jay?! What the fuck man! What are you doing here… And you're right, this is my first meeting."
He said it all so matter-of-fact, so confident, so sexy. I could feel my dick stiffen with the brush of his hand and the flash of his pearly whites. I saw the bottom half of a tattoo on his upper arm which looked military, so I asked to see it.
Yep, this boy was a marine!
Apparently my step had joined since I'd last seen him. He was going places with his life. Doing things.
I suddenly had this vision of him in uniform, doing a strip tease for me, and getting taken by him. Tied down by him. Rimmed and fucked hard.
Okay okay, Jay, come back to reality.
We finished our posters, got our marching orders -- kind of literally -- and the meeting concluded. I asked Brian if he wanted to go get a drink. Clearly, he was eager to be shown a good time and thus responded, "With you? Oh yeah, sign me up."
I was putty.
We decided to take his car (I had to see what this beautiful specimen of man was commandeering lately) and walked to the back of the parking lot. He drove, get this -- a 007 Bond Edition BMW Z3. It was adorable and sexy in silver with a convertible roof. It was almost identical to James Bond's car in GoldenEye, minus the rocket launchers or whatever.
The car told me a shitload about him; so damn sexy, and it made me want him even more. The only bad thing about the car was that we didn't have enough room right there for him to tear me apart. I had to remind myself I had my own apartment and wasn't a teenager anymore. There'd be more than enough opportunity for him to fuck me later.
We drove to the only gay attraction in town, a bar called "Oz". If you were LGBTQ, you knew it was the place to go. The bar itself was a meat market, just like every place I had been to in L.A. or San Fran, but the people were far more aggressive – if you didn't get some here, you were celibate.
But this time, I was going through the door with the guy I knew I wanted to leave with… an altogether different experience than being on the prowl. We got to the door and got carded, as always, and Brian paid both of our cover charges.
Isn't he a romantic? I thought.
We went up to the bar, where he ordered two cosmos… how did he know that was, like, my favorite drink? I thanked him as we moved to the only empty table with high stools, right on the edge of the dancefloor.
We drank our cosmos up, and I gathered the courage to ask his fine ass to dance. He said he'd rather watch me dance.
This hard-to-get coy boy was enticing and alluring, and I was ready. With Gloria Gaynor playing loudly, I slinked to the dance floor to show off my hot moves; I had been dancing to her songs for years. My seduction was in play, and I was at the top of my game.
Very soon, I found myself sandwiched between two decent looking guys, and they had moves, too. I could feel the guy behind me, his erection pressing against my ass. The way the guy was moving in front of me let me know he was primed and ready to fuck as well.
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