Chaining Chad

Chaining Chad: A Gay Male Novelette by Heather McVey

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CHAINING CHAD By HEATHER MCVEY ISBN 978-1-60089-103-8 All rights reserved Copyright © 2007 Heather McVey This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without written permission. For information contact: SizzlerEditions.com Sizzler Editions/Gay Male A Renaissance E Books publication

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May, 2007 San Francisco, I do love Robert, my long-term boyfriend. I want to make that crystal clear from the very start, because I feel that I have to. Because, I suppose that deep down I know that it may not sound like it at times in this naughty fantasy of mine. If the truth be known, I don't know how much off this stuff I could do in real life, even if I were to get the opportunity, but fantasizing about it makes me more excited than anything I've ever known. And well, it just gets me so friggen hot. He's honestly a good man, my thirty-eight year old boyfriend. That's the only way you can really describe him: good. He's considerate, honest and careful too. When he's not working, he runs after me in the house, doing all the washing-up, sharing the laundry and even the ironing. He always asks before we make love if he can. He never just takes me, and if I agree his big brown, Spaniel eyes twinkling with gratitude really, really make me want to puke. Hell, and that's the trouble. He's just too nice. It's boring. I'm a twenty-one year old, blonde, blue eyed male in my sexual prime. I'm too friggen young to be bored, I learned that the hard way a little over six months ago when I became an unwilling victim in a perverts basement. Since then, I have lots of fantasies which I run through when Robert is away at work, most of which resolve around being dirty and not being nice. Most of what resolve around me being a prisoner, at another man's mercy, another man's 4

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sex toy just like back then. Back then, when I was hornier and harder than I'd ever been before in my young life. Back then, when I was fearing for my life, unsure if I'd be dead before the sun showed its pretty golden face above San Francisco's Golden Gate Bridge, but sure of one thing, one important thing, and that was that I was about to get the best fuck of my life. Sometimes in these fantasies which have grown inside me like a cancer consuming my every waking hour since then, since that fated day, it's Robert who loses his temper and finally lashes out. He slaps me around, rips off my clothes and throws himself upon me, spearing his fat cock inside my dry ass before I can protest and fucking me hard. But mostly those fantasies never work: you see, I just can't imagine Robert ever really having the nerve to do that, and I always end up dissolving into a fit of hysterical giggles. And so in my fantasies my abuser always becomes someone different and my reliable, but tedious boyfriend takes the passive role of observer to my ultimate degradation. The turning point in my life which led to my lusty fantasies actually happened like this. Hours after I'd set out for home from my neighbourhood sauna after one last drink with some male friends around my own age, unable to remember just how I had gotten there, aware only that my head was aching. I found myself lying on an old, musty mattress in the centre of a densely shadowed room. Close your eyes and imagine it please, if you can. I'm tied up. My movements are restricted by the baling iron chains tied roughly around my wrists and ankles and secured to some kind of make-shift hooks protruding from the four, stone walls. I am completely naked 5

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apart from my expensive and incredibly tight, white, silky boxer shorts, my twenty-first birthday gift only that morning from Robert. Will Robert be wondering why I haven't made it home after my dip in our well-known notoriously gay sauna for my birthday party? Or was he too busy decorating my birthday cake in his comfortable kitchen to realize the late evening shadows, which were no doubt slowly creeping along our sidewalk? I frantically twist my head, but it's just no good. I can't see anything through the torn piece of rag smelling of diesel that has been used as a make-shift blindfold. Testing the bonds which hold me, only to find them secure, I wonder how long I've been here in this dank, dark room and if I'm ever going to get out. How could anybody ever hope to find me here? Still, in spite of my anxiety, I found myself getting excited and yes although I'm embarrassed to admit it hard with the sheer thrilling anticipation of just what could happen next. Suddenly, the slow but purposeful "tip tap" of heavy footsteps approaching where I lay drowned out the drone of even my thumping heart. The whole time, I'd been lying there flexing and grunting against my captive bonds, someone had been standing quietly in the shadowy corner watching my pathetic struggles. And although I was petrified by just who and what that nameless someone was capable of doing to me, I couldn't help but be turned-on at the very notion. That was when it hit me that I liked being watched. I liked it a lot. The confident footsteps approached the left side of the foul mattress and I strained my neck to hear more. 6

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"My you're a bad, bad little boy aren't you?" A deep male voice which was somehow familiar hissed in my face startling me. "Look at you. I haven't even stroked you and your dick is all hard and standing to attention begging for my touch. It sickens me that you want me so much." He reached out and grabbed a handful of my abundant pale curls. "You have no idea how much it sickens me, Golden Boy." "I'm sorry," I gushed and recoiled. "Huh!" He snapped back. "I don't believe that you are sorry enough, boy." "I am, honestly, I am." I whined not quite sure exactly what I should be sorry for. My cock which moments ago had been engorged somewhat with expectancy had never been smaller. Beneath the gauzy shimmer of my white boxer shorts, my manhood continued to shrink pitifully to its adolescent size. I really feared that I was about to piss in my pants. I heard a mocking laugh, and then there was the distinctive sound of a key being placed in a lock, and I heard the sharp whish of a well oiled door opening. In the next second, I felt a welcome rush of fresh, cold air from the rooms outside the confines of my dark prison mingling with the stifling air inside and hundreds of minute goose-pimples in response broke out all over my arms and naked thighs. My balls throbbed, and I fought down another hard-on. I was at another man's mercy. A man who was no doubt some psychotic manic, the whole situation shouldn't be turning me on. Damn it, I thought gashing my teeth together until my 7

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jaw actually ached. The situation wasn't turning me on, it wasn't. Yeah right, my inner voice such a smartarse, but usually right on screamed, and I'm you're fucking Fairy Godmother, Chad. "Oh, please, I insist don't get up." the deep masculine voice spoke almost friendly as I pushed myself up onto my elbows. "Let me go." I begged over the tinkling of the chains, hating myself for it, yet unable to do anything else. "Please, just let me go." "No," my captive barked. "You're not going anywhere, Golden Boy that is not until I've finished with you. That is not until I've had my fun with that tight, little ass of yours." "But..." I protested, wanting, no needing suddenly to reason with the maniac who despite the fact that I couldn't see him gave off the impression that he was larger than life. "Buts, I will hear no buts. Do you understand?" he hissed, and just as before, petrified like a little frightened mouse, I recoiled. "Good boy, you're learning." the voice said approvingly. "Still, I think you've got the look about you of one who might try to escape at the first opportunity. I'd better make sure that you stay nice and quiet. After all we don't want any uninvited guests bursting in and ruining our little private party, now do we?" Swallowing over the dry lump in my throat, I choked. "That's right, w ... we don't want that." 8

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"Mmmm," he agreed. "I like that you and I are finally seeing things on the same wave level. Maybe I don't have to punish you as much as I first thought, hmmm?" "Y, Y, You don't need to punish me, I'll be a good boy." I promised, my voice breaking like a teenage quire boys voice yet to break. "Will you now?" He laughed. I nodded frantically. "Then in that case lets just see exactly what you've got to play with." he said. I stiffened as my boxer shorts were suddenly tugged brutally down over my thighs. "Oh, God, don't rape me." I cried as I felt the silken material slip away over my feet. He laughed again. "You'd do better to get used to the fact that I'm going to do what I want to you and that sexy young body of yours when and just how I want, Golden Boy." My heart racing, through my blindfold I could make out the outline of a bulky, masculine shadow move. I felt someone crouching over me. A gag was stuffed brutally into my mouth, and choking I caught a whiff of scent from the cloth, quite musky and yet somehow familiar. As it hit me that he had rammed my boxer shorts into my mouth, I was left more confused than ever. I couldn't decide if having my pants in my mouth repulsed or excited me. "Just do as I say, boy, and you won't come to any real harm. Do as I say and I won't hurt you more than I have to," the voice commanded, and all thoughts of my underwear were instantly forgotten. "Now lets get started, shall we?" he chimed agreeably. 9

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My mind had just registered the curiously thrilling fact that I was now totally at the mercy of another man when I felt him shift position and straddle me. He was wearing something skin-tight and slippery, something like a wetsuit perhaps. The warmth of his muscular legs enveloping mine contrasted starkly with the goose-bumps still prickling along my naked body. I felt his weight pressing me down against the thin, mattress, and I realized that I was trapped. It didn't occur to me to struggle, for I figured, chained as I was that it would be naught but a waste of my energy. "Oh, but I do like the way your shrivelled dick rests just so against your yellow pubic curls, Golden Boy." he said, and I shivered as he scratched his surprisingly sharp nails along the underside of my balls. "Tell me, are you frightened?" Unable to speak because of my boxer shorts gagging my mouth, I nodded. "Good," he purred. "You should be afraid, very, very afraid, bitch." His fingers fell away from my genitals, and wondering just what he was going to do next, I strained my eyes to see if I could make out any of his facial features, but my efforts were in vain for I couldn't. The man straddling me, the man whose mercy I was completely at could be anyone, my best friend, chemistry lecturer, or a complete stranger. I hated the fact that he was as hidden from my gaze as I was blatantly exposed to his. "Lets just see how large you truly are when given the opportunity, shall we?" he said almost cordially, and I gasped as he cupped my cock in the palm of his hand. He squeezed it 10

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in a death grip until I actually squirmed. Then his fingers left my flesh for a moment, and when they returned they were wet coated with his saliva. He pulled back my foreskin, and swivelled his wet index finger around and around the sensitive eye of my dick, until against my will I felt my veins swell and blood pool into my need. "Mmmm," he sighed as he dropped my pathetically jerking dick. "I never would have thought it given how small you were moments ago in your fright, but look at that would you when you're fully aroused you've got a horse cock, Golden Boy." Hating my traitorous body, it was then that I felt something cold and metallic with a smooth surface, brush against my left ear. I have always had rather sensitive and ticklish ears and the contrast against my hot skin sent an intense shudder racing up and down my spine. "You like that, don't you, Golden Boy?" he asked. "Let see if your other ear likes it too." As the metallic object brushed against the length of my ear, I shuddered again, though not quite so much as the first time as I knew what to expect. My captive returned his ministrations to my left ear, but this time I felt the cold, unyielding surface tracing the entire outside of my ear, before circling my earlobe, then being dragged, hard down my neck. Hard enough to leave my skin raw and aching. Hard enough to make me cry out. I couldn't be sure, but it felt like a metal tool, like a spanner or such like. Gradually as the brutal caress continued down across my collarbone, I found that I was starting to enjoy the new sensation after the monotony 11

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of waiting and wondering just what my crazy captive was going to do with me. As my wonderment increased, need, need of a raw sexual kind taking over my fears one by one started to slip away. My disloyal body throbbed. I knew that I was going to regret this, knew that I would suffer for it, yet I wanted it with a ferocity that shocked me. It was suddenly clear that nothing would ease the hard ache in me but the feel of him entering me, the deliciously stretching bliss of his plunging body tearing into my ass and hearing his guttural moans in my ear. And so very aware of my erection, I surrendered my body willingly to the cold, metallic caress and to the all-powerful stranger, master and commander all at once, wielder and controller of the tool bringing me so much delight. He continued to gradually move the tool in a meandering fashion down across my tanned, hairless chest, and I shuddered as the metal brushed across my tiny masculine nipples. Then he continued on downwards only to stop and remove it when the tip teasingly brushed the topmost edge of my bushy, blonde pubic curls. "It's clear that you enjoy having a hard tool stroke across your body, Golden Boy." He murmured, so close that I felt his hot breath fan across my dry lips. "Still, I bet you'd like a firm tool pounding you're ass even more, wouldn't you, little slut?" Unable to deny it dew to my erection searing my thigh, I was nevertheless about to make some kind of submissive response in the hope to please him, when I felt a much wider, colder but similar metallic object pressed against the bottom of my balls and drawn slowly upwards against their smooth 12

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velvety surface. I gasped part pain, part delight as I felt my balls pushed none too softly against my hard pubic bone. Loathing myself for it, I couldn't stop myself from shifting my position and opening my legs a little wider in response. My tormentor drew the tool slowly up and down the solid ridge of my pulsing cock in long constant strokes and in answering I felt sticky, pre-ejaculate leave the tip and smear the thin, matting of golden curls covering my flat belly. He circled the tool around my anus, pressing a little inwards until the cold metal pierced my ass just a little. Wild now with need, headless of the consequences, I felt my hips rising to meet the strokes, to guide the lifeless metallic tip to where I wanted it most. "Oh, no you don't," He warned. "I can see what your doing, Golden Boy. I'm the one calling the shots. I'm in charge here and I'll decide if and when to tease that dry, little ass of yours." He tugged on the chains, securing my wrists, letting his full weight rest against them, and snarled. "Do you understand?" As his spittle splashed across my face, and my arms felt as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, I nodded my head frantically as pathetic tears stung my blue eyes. "Well, do you understand slut?" He bellowed, and slapped my face. "Yes, Yes, I understand." I whimpered in a warbled voice around my boxer shorts, my jaw burning hot. I was in no doubt that the imprint of his hand was clear for all to see on my face. 13

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Obviously not satisfied nearly enough by my meekness, using his superior strength he brutally pushed me back down flat against the musky mattress. Scared now beyond belief, I felt him shift his considerable weight forwards to press me all the more firmly down against the cold concrete floor of my prison. I felt his hot breath, which smelled of an alluring combination of wine and sweet cigars moving over my collarbone, across my neck, then blowing into my left ear. His left hand, with long work roughened fingers took hold of my right ball and tweaked it gently, rubbing the stretchy, hairy skin covering my sack between his thumb and forefinger, until unable to stop myself, I moaned with pleasure. He backed up, until he was sitting across my throbbing genitals, the rubbery, shiny material of the overalls he was wearing sliding seductively against my naked skin. Then he slowly shifted position until he was sitting on my thighs, exposing my balls and thick cock once again fully to the cool caress of my prisons air. Despite my fear of which there was plenty, my balls lurched and my tiny nipples tingled with expectation. "You are a slut, aren't you, Golden Boy?" He asked harshly as he plucked my soiled boxer shorts quickly from my mouth. "You're, nothing but a blonde, blue eyed little cock tease, aren't you? Go on, admit it. Admit it or I'll really make this hurt." Swallowing my pride of which I have plenty, I agreed. "Yes, I'm a slut. I'm a cock tease." "That you are, boy." He grunted, and shoved my underpants back into my mouth so deep, that I felt acidic bile rise dangerously in my throat. 14

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Leaning forward, he swirled the hot tip of his tongue around the tiny, puckered tip of each of my nipples, and I felt them standing to attention, begging for more. He then began to blow gently around each stiff, brown, peek. His hot breath caused the saliva to evaporate, leaving a delicious cooling, tingly sensation behind in its wake. Then cupping my face in his big, brutal hands, he licked first the left then my right cheek with the full length of his surprisingly rough tongue. "My, but you do taste good." He purred with approval. "I can taste your fear in your salty sweat, slut." Leaving my face, slowly he dragged his splayed fingers down the length of my torso in a light, erotic glide. The treacherous fire in my belly burned higher and hotter when he reached my groin before returning his ministrations to my nipples. By this time, despite being, gagged, blindfolded and bound I had to admit at least to myself if to no other that my cock was wet and harder than it had ever been before, and that each nipple so thoroughly kissed was sending delicious signals rushing down my spine to the pits of my throbbing balls. Then for the second time in less than a minute, without warning he yanked my boxer shorts so hard from my dry mouth, that I was sure some of the skin from my tongue and lips had gone with them. Before I could even draw a breath, I felt the rock-solid tip, of his sticky cock pierce my mouth. Thinking it my chance to escape, I reasoned that if I were to bite down on his cock, I could pay the bastard back for his cruelty. Still, the little boy, heck, the yellow coward in me feared the punishment which would surely come, and so I 15

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made no sound of protest as he drove his chunky cock deeper into my mouth. Instead, as he withdrew then pressed the head of his smooth, glossy cock against my raw lips, I immediately began sucking on the huge, blue, veined organ. It's big, I thought, bigger than Robert's. Think brain, I chided myself. This must not happen. But it was happening, and despite the very real danger that I might never get out of my stone prison alive, I was more aroused at that point in time than I'd ever been before. In fact I had to swallow a groan of delight each time the back of his hand grazed my rampant sex. "Take it, take it like a man." He snarled, and then grabbing the side of my head, he thrust himself deeply into my mouth until I really feared that I would choke. Then holding me captive, he fucked my mouth until it ached and burned, the hard tip of his cock banging brutally against the back of my throat until the thin skin was rubbed raw and I tasted blood. Tears running down my cheeks, just when I thought I was about to retch he withdrew his dick from my injured mouth. "Now, tell me that you liked that. Tell me that you liked having my hard cock in your dirty slut's mouth." he demanded. Still fighting for air, my lungs on fire, I managed to gasp. "I liked having your hard c, c, cock in my mouth." "That's a good boy," he purred, and with a gentleness which shocked me after all of his earlier cruelties he stroked his fingers slowly through my tangled curls. "Now come here and suck me again. Show me that you care, Golden Boy." 16

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Now when I was about to be deflowered by the brute in the most demeaning of ways yet again, aware that I should be fighting him tooth and claw, but fearing his wrath, and not wanting to aggravate him, I turned my mouth towards his burning rod which was searing my left cheek. I took the smeared tip of his arousal back into my mouth, grimacing with pain as his hardness pressed against my chapped lips. "Mmmm, that's real good, Golden Boy," he moaned, after I had been sucking on his cock for at least a good five minutes, admiring his self-control and wondering if he were ever going to come. Next, he tangled his fingers in my curly, shoulder length blonde hair, yanked my head back, and pressed his enormous erection deeper into my mouth. I opened my lips wider, but before I knew it he was pushing himself deeper right to the back of my throat making me gag a little again. Although I was being shamelessly abused, I liked it. I liked it a whole lot, and I wanted more of this big, bullying man. Still, it was no mere blow job, he was actually fucking my mouth, pushing his steely dick in and out, quickening the pace until my jaw ached and burned. But nevertheless, the picture of him in my minds eye, kneeling on the stone floor, his naked buttocks clenching as he fucked my mouth, me chained, him growling and grunting as he rutted me caused a trickle of pre-cum to ooze from my erection. As he fucked my mouth harder, faster with every stroke, tugging helplessly against the pull of the metal chains which held me prisoner, I gasped for air, found only cock, and the pleasure was like nothing I'd ever experienced in my young life before. 17

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It was insanity to continue, and torture to stop. But I had gone too far. My cock had never been harder or larger. He, this brute had taken all control away from me and I loved it. And no matter if I lived out this night, for the moment his thick, fleshy, cock pumping my mouth was absolutely heavenly. Straining against my bonds, I tickled the skin just above his pubic hairline with my tongue. My right hand went behind him, my inquisitive fingers circling over the rock-hard muscles of his ass, my middle finger, lightly finding and massaging his anus. "No, damn it. Just suck it." he protested, but as I swallowed I realized headily that it was already too late as an orgasm hit him. I'm not sure, but I think I may have growled with delight, as his frothy semen ejaculated over my shoulder, splattering like a wealth of warm raindrops on my naked back. Without warning he withdrew his smeared cock from my mouth, and my tongue followed it. Hungry for more, craning my neck, I placed my sore lips against his groin and kissed his tough pubic curls. He laughed, and there was nothing pleasant about the sound. "So you still want more do you, Golden Boy? You're already willing and raring to go for round two, hmm?" Scared, I wanted to deny it, but with my body driving me on, I whispered. "Yes, yes, I do. I want more, much more." I said, my voice growing stronger more resolute with each word. 18

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"Really?" he queried, somehow sensing my underlying uncertainty. "Do you believe in God, Golden Boy?" "Don't call me, Golden Boy. I hate it. I hate being so fair." "Okay, Chad, but do you believe in God?" He asked, shocking the life out of me. How the hell did he know my name? "What have you suddenly lost your ability to speak, boy?" he mused, when I didn't answer. I licked my bruised lips tentatively with the tip of my tongue, and then screwing up my courage, I asked, "How do you know me name?" His voice which had been pleasant moments ago, once again became as cold and just as sharp as an artic wind. "That's of no importance. Now answer my fucking question. Do you believe in God?" "Sure, I suppose so." I replied hesitantly. "But I found out a long time ago despite all the preaching's of the Bible that he's not Santa Claus." "Do you think God will protect you from me, Chad?" He purred softly. "Do you think you're worthy of such protection?" "Yes." I swallowed, even if it wasn't true needing to believe that it was so. Undaunted, he continued. "Well, I don't believe that you're worthy. Blonde sluts such as you who give their ass so freely never are." In the next breath, I felt another metal object shaped like a clothes peg being placed around first one of my nipples and then the other. The constant cool sensation all around the 19

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base of each of my tiny, brown peaks was interspersed with the flicking of his hot tongue and the hungry sucking of his moist lips, and the grating of his rough, whisker covered chin. Just like an electric power line, it was almost as if the metal clips biting so cruelly into my nipples were conveying charged, nerve pulses of pleasure from one of my flat masculine tits to the other. I whimpered as heightening my arousal, he clipped a third metal clasp onto my perspiration soaked balls. By now, not caring if God was looking down from the Heavens above judging and no doubt condemning my wantonness, caught up in the stormy teeth of my carnal need, the driving pull of my desire, I forgot the strange situation in which I found myself. Instead as shock, surprise and weighty sexual pleasure mingled in a heady assault to my senses, I realized that I was enjoying this new erotic adventure. And dangerous and unpredictable as it was, I was ready for even more. Heck, I was ready for whatever my faceless captive was prepared to dish out. Deep down, I knew by then that I would do anything, absolutely anything he told me to do just for the sheer sexual kick of doing it. Suddenly, having found the true pleasure of being slave to one master, I decided that I would be a good subordinate, for I wanted nothing more in that moment than to please him. "Do you want me to fuck you, Golden Boy? Do you want to feel my big, chunky cock repeatedly jabbing your ass?" he asked.

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Filled with longing, in a voice that was hoarse and barley audible, I gasped. "Oh, yes, I want it more than you'll ever know." "And it is just for that very reason that you shall not have it, slut!" He said as he exhaled nosily. "No!" I cried. My voice sounded all wrong, croaky and agitated. "Please, you don't understand. I need it. I need you to take me." He growled back. "I don't give a damn what sluts need!" Undaunted, I opened my mouth once again to plead, to beg for him please to fuck me, but I quickly shut it as he slapped me once, twice across the right and then the left side of my face. "Be still." He commanded, and shrinking back into myself, once again becoming the victim he so obviously loved, I immediately obeyed. He moved away from me for a moment, his crushing weight leaving my thighs. In the next second, I felt his strong, rough fingers circle vicelike around my ankles. My toes splayed out involuntarily in pleasure at his harsh touch as he continued to drag the sharp tips of his filed fingernails up my lightly furred legs. He then started to press his strong fingers deeper into my skin. I squirmed and the chains holding me spread-eagled, like a frog on a dissection tray in biology class rattled loudly in protest. I knew that there would be bruises on my skin come the morrow if I somehow managed to escape from the madness. My heart was racing, my blood rushing crazily through my veins, my chest rising and falling with ever increasing amplitude. As adrenaline, and excitement spiced with just the right amount 21

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of fear filled my senses, making me heady and giddy all at the same time. I wondered just what he was going to do next. Blindfolded, the moments closed away in my own private gloomy sightless world until he finally touched me again seemed to stretch out for an eternity. When at long last he placed his large hands on my narrow hips, I couldn't help the tiny quiver of delight which caused more goose-bumps to break out all over my tanned skin. Chortling softly, he slid his thumbs along the outermost edges of my pale pubic hair. My dick with all the power of a butter churn thumped against my stomach as he traced the unique shape of my bush, hardly brushing my wiry curls as he went. He moved his knowledgeable fingers along the insides of my thighs, then pausing at my buttocks he gently worked his way up both cheeks and swirled his thumb around my anus. My body taking over, relentless need driving me on, I thrust my hips forward and upwards to try and increase the pressure on my horny anus. Without warning, for once giving me just what I wanted, he pushed his dry finger deep inside my taut ass, and I moaned. My hips as if with a mind of their own rose up to meet his wicked touch. Next, I felt the fingers of his other hand slide across the veined contours and smooth surfaces of my excited cock. I felt my muscles relax, and my hips sank back down until my bottom was once again resting on the rotten mattress. I was completely captive. I was completely his, and I revelled being thus. 22

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"Your erection is far too proud, boy." he hissed, and then he slapped the head of my cock until it hurt, bringing tears to my eyes, and then laying his full weight across my front, so that I could feel his erection, his need, pressing up insistently against my hip, I heard the sound of his husky voice close to my right ear. "Golden Boy, you want me to fuck you don't you?" he teased, as he began to pump his incredibly hard cock like a dog against my leg as though he really were fucking me. "You want my bulky dick in you, Chad, don't you?" "Yes, I want you to fuck me!" I twisted my head to-andfro, trying yet again in vain to catch a glimpse of him. "I need you to fuck me. Go on, do it. Take me, I'm yours. I'm yours, damn it!" Laughing wickedly, he captured my jaw in a vicelike grip with his long fingers. Frightened, despite my declaration of seconds ago, I trembled as I felt the hot brush of his tongue against my dry lips. He laughed again, mockingly this time, then said. "Have patients, Golden Boy, your not quite ready yet for the feel of my cock." Frustrated, I gave a sharp moan of protest. In that instant, headless of the consequences, I wanted to beg him to please, please, fuck me, but with his tongue suddenly in my mouth it was impossible to say anything vaguely intelligible. I knew instinctively that he could sense my arousal, without actually needing to feel it, and part of me was deeply ashamed that I was so obviously the brute's toy, his plaything. For a moment I actually wondered whether I truly was a slut for liking it so damn much. 23

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Withdrawing his tongue from my mouth, he possessively licked the side of my neck and commanded. "Be a good lad, and lift your hips, Golden Boy." Like a good toy, I immediately obeyed. I felt him tie something like a belt around my waist, and something else cold and rubbery being placed against the head of my dick. I heard a low rhythmic buzzing, interrupt the silence, which had been punctured up until then only by our harsh breathing. Soon, I could feel the buzzing being transmitted through the sensitive eye of my cock, down into my throbbing balls, and then up my back, where it mingled with the stiff impulses coming from the pins biting cruelly into my nipples. Awash with new sensations, I heard the pitch increasing as he obviously turned up the frequency of the vibrator. Consumed completely with pleasure, I began to writhe and wriggle from side to side, as far as the restraints securing me would allow. I felt my control slipping away. Unable to stop myself, I began to murmur and moan pleadingly wanting it, wanting with every breath in me for my captive to ravish me. I was by that point completely at his mercy, worse I sensed that he knew it. The vibrations by this point were driving me wild. My cock felt hot, electrified and a little sore as they continued to shoot down its length. My excitement climbed to a new feverish level, as once again, I registered the fact that it was another man who had me prisoner, chained there alone and helpless in the dank, cellar like room. It was a man who had tied me up, it was a man who had gagged me, and it was a man whom I must obey to the very depths of my being. A 24

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big, powerful man of little words whose every command no matter how demeaning I was more than happy to follow. "Golden Boy, would you like me to turn it up some more?" he asked me, his hands trailing possessively across my naked chest. I groaned with pleasure and managed to shake my head at my master. "Why not?" He barked, "Why don't you want it, slut?" Grunting, I managed a shaky. "I c ... can't take it. The pleasure is almost more than I can bear. I can't take anymore, I just can't." He laughed wickedly. "I will be the judge of that." "But?" "I will here no protests, understand?" He yelled back, and I recoiled as he slapped my naked thighs repeatedly until they tingled with blazing pain. "Now, you must do as you are told and change positions for me," He said, the anger having left his voice as quickly as it had come. "I want you to put these fancy French panties on and get down on all fours. I will untie you, but you must not try and rebel against me or I will punish you more, and this time rest assured I will make it really hurt." I nodded, for right at that moment I would have done anything to please him. Escape was definitely the furthest thought from my mind. I heard the twisting of a metal key, four times in a row, and one by one the heavy chains which had held me for so long fell away from my wrists and ankles. With their weight suddenly gone, I slumped forward, as boneless as a child's rag doll. I let the stale air out of my 25

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lungs in a long, heavy sigh, as life once again flooded into my stiff limbs. A small, rolled piece of material was thrust into my hands. Remembering his earlier command, I unfolded the material and slipped my legs into a pair of expensive, silky, panties, which judging by the shape and the little bows were obviously female in design. Then ignoring the complaints of my aching muscles I got up onto all fours. With an acknowledged grunt of thanks, he secured a thick, leather dog collar around my neck, pulling it tight enough to make me gasp. In the same instance he seized me roughly from behind. I cried out with shock and pain as he wrenched my arms behind my back. "No, Golden Boy, I will have none of that." He snarled, and I froze as a dangerous looking switchblade suddenly appeared in his hand. "I didn't give you permission to watch now did I, slut?" With that hissed furiously in my face he yanked the blindfold, which had slipped down a little across my right eye back up. Left only with the regret that I hadn't been able to catch a glimpse of him, due to the wavering shadows, I was plunged once again into opaque darkness. "Please?" I begged, really scared now. "Don't hurt me. Don't cut me." "Shut up!" I felt an open-handed slap to my cheek, and whimpering I tried to make my mind go blank. I must have been crazy, I thought, panicked and wild. Had I actually been enjoying this up until now? "Now, I want your tongue dancing in my mouth, bitch." he demanded. 26

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My brain focused only on the switchblade, which at any time could put an end to my young life refused to function. Trembling, I dutifully followed his instructions and put my tongue in his mouth. "Shit, you kiss like a girl, boy." He mocked, and I screamed as he bit down hard on my tongue. Then, without warning, he buried his fist in my stomach, grabbed my dishevelled, hair as I instinctively doubled forward, and then he forced me to the nearest wall and repeatedly banged the back of my head hard enough against it to make it hurt without causing any real serious injury. Still, even after he had stopped for a long time I saw stars dance behind my closed eyelids. Dazed, as if from somewhere very far away, I heard him say, "That was pathetic! Let's try the dancing tongue thing again, boy." Bathed in a thin film of sweat, I hesitantly slipped my tongue into his searing, wet mouth and it began to dance as rough hands harshly explored my exposed body. I repeatedly had to clench my teeth against the pain as his cruel fingers penetrated my ass and pinched my nipples. I thought it would never end. He tugged on the dog collar until my throat burned, and jammed two fingers into my anus. His other hand brutally clenched my balls, as his redhot mouth sucked down hard on my left nipple. "Now," he said straightening up to his full height, and backing slightly away from my cowering form, "stop whimpering, and rip those nasty panties off, Golden Boy. I want to see your horse cock." 27

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I tried, but the feminine fabric as delicate and dainty as it was, just wouldn't give, and that was when the tears finally came, a steady unstoppable flow of frustration and shame. I froze instinctively as the dull edge of the switchblade touched my skin, slipping under the edge of the intricately designed panties. Even above the ear-splitting pounding of my heart, I heard the sound of the knife slicing through the satin. The switchblade slowly ran under the panties at my right hip, and the dainty piece of material, nothing more than an abused rag now, dropped, until it hung from my left knee. I felt the dangerous tip of the blade lightly scrape the flesh of my balls from top to base. I tightly clenched my eyes beneath the blindfold in embarrassment when I realized that my cock was rock-hard once again. I felt my smooth buttocks tighten, as he ran his coarse hands slowly over my cheeks and slipped a finger into my anus. He breathed against my neck. "I hope you like the feel of my fingers grinding into your flesh for I promise you soon you are going to have something bigger filling that tight ass of yours, Golden boy." I swallowed hard, more that a little anxious at the thought. He laughed, then he moved to my mouth, coaxing open my redraw lips with his tongue to explore lightly at first, then with deepening thrusts that mimicked the sex act, the friction of his tongue against mine an erotic torment. A low moan of pleasure vibrated in my throat, and he left off kissing me and snarled. "You like that, huh? You like the feel of my tongue, but I think you need something harsher to 28

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wash out that filthy mouth of yours. Here take my dick, bitch!" On command, I opened my mouth and allowed him to push his jerking appendage into it. As I did so, I felt his long fingered hands biting cruelly into my shoulders, even as he cried out as he released his need into my throat. "Drink up, slut." With his semen no doubt glistening on my lips, he twisted my pale, shoulder length hair viciously in his hands. "I just realized that you have the ugliest hair I ever saw," I nodded, although I knew my golden locks to be highly admired by both women and men alike. "Maybe I should cut it off?" He mused. I stiffened as his words registered. Please, I prayed for the first time since the ordeal had begun. Please don't let him cut my hair. I offered a silent prayer of relief, as his cruel hands fell away from my hair. With my scalp still tingling excruciatingly, he spread my buttocks and announced. "Before I fuck you I must check that your dirty slut's ass is well oiled and ready to move up a gear." I tried to respond and found that I couldn't. The fleshy, vibrator strapped to the head of my pulsing dick was still buzzing wildly away. I felt like I was going to explode. I couldn't take much more, but he turned the vibrator up higher taking our mad game to yet another level. "Oh my, you are as dry as a bone, Golden Boy." he mused as he slipped two of his thick fingers quickly in and out of my anus. 29

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"Please," I begged as he probed me painfully. "For the love of God, have a bit of mercy, man." "Mercy," he laughed. "Yes, I can give you some of that." He removed his fingers from my ass. I heard him spit on them, and this time when he returned his well-oiled digits to my abused flesh there was more pleasure than pain. I sighed, and with his free hand he slapped my dangling balls causing them to jiggle like a bowl of Jell-O between my legs. "Is that more to your liking, Golden Boy?" he asked. I nodded as he continued to finger me. "Yes, oh yes." "Then it's a pity for you that I don't like to do it soft nor take it slow isn't it, slut?" He bellowed, his spittle dripping on my back. In the next instant, I gasped with shock and pain as he wrenched my arms back behind my back. I heard a metallic snicking sound, and then I felt a clamping coldness on my wrists. On my knees, in the middle of the room, aware with a sinking feeling that I was once again chained and vulnerable, despite still being blindfolded, I looked wildly around. He had handcuffed my wrists. I couldn't move my arms at all. The handcuffs and his big body pressing up against my back had me pinned helplessly in place. Very afraid, I took a deep breath to say something, heck maybe even to protest, but he easily forced a hard rubber ball between my teeth and sealed my mouth shut with a strip of electricians tape. Gagged and bound, at his mercy it was then that he drove his cock brutally into me, and I realized that it was at least as big, when not bigger than the massive vibrator grinding against the head of my shameful erection 30

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and full of the vigorous life the rubber had lacked. In fact the dick so thoroughly shagging my ass was so large and thrust so deep, so hard, that there were honestly moments when I wondered if it would come out through my mouth. And it hurt. It hurt like hell. Never having been a lover of pain, I could not fathom why a pain like this, which was so intense, was not only welcomed but actually enhanced my sense of satisfaction. "Oh, Chad," my captive breathed as he continued to fuck me doggie-style, as he gripped handfuls of my curly, ashen blonde hair. "I'm not a lover of boys, but I always knew it would be good with you." Again despite the waves of pleasure consuming me from inside and out, I couldn't help but wonder if it weren't indeed possible that the man who was fucking me so thoroughly actually knew me. "Tell me," he grunted close to my ear, his hips thumping rapidly against my buttocks, flesh slapping against flesh. "Should I stop?" That was the last thing I wanted. Know me the stranger might, but in that moment I didn't care, as long as he never stopped. "No," I shrieked, panicked by the sheer notion that he might at any moment remove his dick from my eager ass. Panicked, that at any moment the shameful magic of it all could be over! "Are you sure...?" He asked, and then pausing for emphasis he withdrew his cock completely from my ass. "I mean are you really, really sure that you don't want me to stop?" 31

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"Yes!" I yelled, my body which moments ago had been so filled by his girth feeling suddenly empty. "I don't want you to stop." He laughed huskily, and slipped his index finger into my ass. "I always knew that you'd have a liking for this sort of treatment." Then he arched his hips, replacing his fingers with hard male flesh and sliding back inside me with slow, sizzling strokes. "Ohhhh," I cried out, part pain, part delight as his thickness stretched me to bursting point. "The ladies tell me that I am rather well endowed, should I be gentler, perhaps?" He cooed as he slowly, teasingly withdrew his dick to the tip from my ass and just as slowly slipped it back inside. I didn't know what answer I should give him, for I liked it soft and I liked it hard. The question was just which way did I like better? In answering, as if truly uncannily reading my thoughts and deciding for me he rammed the entire length of his huge shaft into me up to its root. Reaching forward he toyed with my tiny nipples and played with my jiggling balls as he rocked within me. God, it felt so good, the pressure of his inquisitive fingertips against my swaying balls. His sticky saliva lubricated his cock, and the sucking sound of him riding my inner shell echoed around the little stone room. "Oh, but that is good." I breathed and grunted taking everything he had to give. He laughed, and smacked my buttocks, softly at first, I supposed testing the waters testing my reaction to this new 32

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twist in the game. I gasped with surprise, but mostly with pleasure, as the brisk crack of his strong hand contacted with my heated flesh. Realizing I welcomed the touch, he grew bolder, spanking my buttocks harder and harder until the flesh burned and turned red. I threw myself back against him, as far as the chains around my wrists would allow, slamming my ass against his pubis, in a vain attempt to bring on my own release as I cried and bucked, crazed with the stimulation against my sensitive spots crashing down upon me, just before he shouted my name and thrust into me one last time. In the next second, I felt his delicious orgasm like a shot and it exploded throughout my entire body. He came then, the white,creamy froth of his masculine desire shot deeply into my willing ass overflowing its small encasement. It dripped down my thighs and flowed into the crack of my balls. Clenching my buttocks, I held tightly on to this faceless man who had brought me so much pleasure in the most wicked of ways, as he cried out, a teeth-clenched clasping of ecstasy. As his cock jerked and gradually softened, I groaned, moaned and grunted like a wild beast. I'd never experienced anything like this. Ravished expressed it perfectly. Ravished, bruised and conquered. Aching, burning and drained, and ashamed about how much I was already grieving the loss of it. "Now, clean my soiled cock with your tongue, slut." He barked. His debasing demand was like a symphony to my ears, and leaning forward I eagerly took his dirty cock into my mouth. I 33

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licked and lapped at it until it was clean. When I felt it begin to swell to life in my mouth, he pulled away and snarled. "That's enough for now. You should get some rest before act two begins, Golden Boy." I was about to answer him when the sound of a door opening and then just as quickly closing silenced me. "Hello?" I asked only to be greeted by silence. "Hello, are you still there?" Straining my ears I listened for the tiniest noise, but it was achingly clear that I was alone in my secure prison. He'd left me, and although I hadn't thought it possible the thought upset me more than I cared to admit. It occurred to me that I didn't like the idea of being in that cold, dark room alone. I imagined spiders, rats and all kinds of creepy crawlies slithering along the walls, edging their way ever closer to my vulnerable naked form, and I shivered praying that he would soon come back. As if in answer to my prayers the door sprung open, and turning towards the welcomed sound, I breathed. "Thank God." "What did you miss me?" he asked wryly. I shook my head. "No of course not," He laughed. "Yeah, and I'm a monkeys uncle." Something was thrust in my hand. "Here eat this. You have to keep your strength up for what I've got in store for you." One minute he was there and in the next he was gone. Left alone, blind, with my fingertips I slowly felt my way around the warm, unyielding object in my hand. Deciding it to be a bowl of some kind, I dipped my fingers in the hot, gooey mass inside. Bringing the mass up to my nose, I cautiously 34

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sniffed at it. It smelled strongly of cinnamon and fresh pineapples. Deciding, he couldn't use my body much if I were dead, and ruling out poison, I slipped the mass into my mouth. It was some kind of milk rice, topped with fruit and it tasted delicious. My stomach rumbled loudly, and aware of just how hungry I truly was, I began to greedily shovel the mixture into my mouth. Within minutes the bowl was empty. My hunger was not sated, and I could have eaten more. I waited and waited for an eternity and when it was clear that he was not about to come back any time soon, because there was nothing else for it I lay down, and using my hands as a pillow I slept. If I dreamed I do not recall it. I awoke with a jerk much later to the sound of the door crashing against the stone wall. In short order, a male voice which I instantly recalled as belonging to my kidnapper chanted. "Wake up wake up, Goldilocks, ready or not its time to play." "Shit!" another male voice, with a sharp European accent cursed. "I'm not gay, what the hell is all this?" "You don't have to be gay to shove your cock in, Golden Boys filthy mouth, now do you, man?" My captor shot back. "I don't know," the one with the accent, which I was sure, was German replied. "I mean the youth looks a little bruised up. Are you sure this is legal? Are you sure you have his permission to be doing this?" "Of course I do." My captor replied easily. He strolled into the centre of the room his boots clicking loudly off the stone floor. He came to a stop beside the foul mattress on which I 35

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lay and jerked on the chains securing my arms. "Don't, I Golden Boy?" Realizing that he could pull my arms out of their sockets if he pushed further, I quickly agreed. "Yes, yes he has my permission." "You like being dominated in this way, don't you?" He cooed, placing just the right amount of pressure on the chains holding me prisoner to make me nod my head and assure his accomplice that indeed I did. "What are you planning on doing with him?" the man with the strong accent asked. My captors answer was quick and decisive, and I swallowed hard. "I'm going to fuck his ass while you do his mouth." "Oh?" the man breathed hesitantly. "What?" My captor snapped. "Are you not up to it?" Immediately, the man bristled. "I'm up to anything." "Good," my captor sighed satisfied. "Then let's get this little show started, shall we?" I tensed, afraid of the abuse which was about to come my way, and yet somehow fearing even more that I was going to enjoy it. "You know the drill, Golden Boy get on all fours." My captor commanded. His voice left no room for discussion. Trembling all over, ignoring my aching muscles, accompanied by the sound of the clanking chains securing me to the nearest wall, I obediently got up on my hands and knees. "See," my captor laughed. "He really does like it." 36

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The other man snorted. "If you say so," "Here," my captor said menacingly. "Stroke my dick. My friend doesn't sound too convinced, stroke my dick and show him that you really do like it, Golden Boy." I willingly took his penis in my hand and as it swelled at my touch I came close to having an orgasm. Hating the fact that his dominance excited me, I felt my cheeks blaze beneath the blindfold. He came behind me, lifted my hips, and before I could protest he plunged his huge cock into my battered ass. "Well," he asked as he continued to brutally thrust into me. "Whatever are you waiting for, Han's?" Grunting with the effort of taking his thrusts, I sensed more than heard the other man as he came up before me. I heard the definite click as he unclasped his belt, then the snickering sound as he pulled down his zip. A warm cock, musky and smelling strongly of sweat was pressed gently against my closed lips. "Well, slut," My captor growled from behind me as he continued to pump rapidly into my ass. "Go on, be a good boy and take my friends dick." Hating him then, I opened my lips and with a muttered "Forgive me" the man with the accent slid his cock slowly into my mouth. Despite his unwillingness, his cock which was short but incredibly fat instantly hardened and I began sucking on it. As I felt my own dick grow hard between my legs, I soon found that I loved being taking from both ends. It was sheer ecstasy having both my horny holes filled at the same time. 37

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Almost before he had even begun, the man screwing my mouth began to jerk and squirm like a fish on the end of a fisherman's hook, and a second later his warm, salty cum spurted down my throat. "Oh, Oh, my God, I'm coming, I'm coming." he cried as he grabbed my hair and rammed his cock right up to the hilt in my mouth making sure I took everything he had to give. From behind me my captor laughed evilly. He gave a few rapid thrusts, hard and deep, and then with a strangled cry, I felt his seed shoot forth into my ass. I squeezed my inner muscles tight, gripping his cock and milking its firm head with my ass as though it were my hand. Closing my eyes, I ground my hairless buttocks back into his clipped pubic hair. Breathing heavy, obviously sated both men removed their appendages bit by bit from my flesh. Very aware of the ache in my groin, which was crying out to be satisfied, I jumped as a loud, unexpected rat-a-tat sounded off the door. Into the silence in which none of us seemed to dare to breathe, a muffled feminine voice spoke. "Hello, are you there? It's me Lily. I'm afraid that I've been a naughty girl again. I'm here for my lesson, master. I need punished. I've been real, real bad." "Shit!" my captor cursed. "Get her out of here, Han's. She's early. I don't want her seeing this." By "this" I knew that he was referring to me. Sounding rattled, the man with the accent asked. "But what should I do with her?" "Escort her to my room." He hissed, and although his voice was low and controlled, it was obvious that he was irritated. 38

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"What room? And just what should I tell the lady?" "Jesus, Han's sometimes I really think you have shit for brains." He exploded. "Tell her to get naked, tell her I'll be along shortly. Escort her to my bedroom, God knows we both know that that's the only room in the house she came to visit, now don't we, man?" Grumbling, the man called Han's left the room. When the constant thump of his footsteps accompanied by the lighter tread of the female's had faded into nothingness, my kidnapper sat beside me on the shabby mattress. It was a while before he spoke, and when eventually he did his words intrigued me. "You've been a good sport, Golden Boy. You've played the game well, a worthy pupil to my ministrations you were." Still blindfolded, I turned my head in the direction of his deep voice. "Does that mean I can go home?" I asked, hoping the answer would be yes and fearing at the same time that it would be so. "Yes, I'll unchain you soon. You're free to go, that is almost..." "Almost?" "Yes almost." He seconded, and although I couldn't see him I was sure that he was smiling. "But..." "But," he finished for me "But first I have to give you a little of the pleasure and ecstasy you've given me before you go. Its only fair, after all, now isn't it?" Very aware that through all the long erotic hours of his claiming, that I hadn't had an orgasm. Aware that my young 39

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body having so long been denied was craving release with every single fiber of its being, I wet my chapped lips and agreed. "Yes, it's only fair." "And so you shall have your reward." He assured me. I sighed with real delight when his lips brushed against my neck. I leaned into his toned, masculine body eagerly awaiting the kiss I was certain was about to follow. When his lips after working their way up my neck finally made contact with my own, I eagerly opened my mouth and allowed his tongued the access it sought. "Mmmm, that's good." I breathed into his hot mouth. "Then lets see if I can make it even better." he replied, and kissing me like there was no tomorrow he took my firm dick in his rough hand and began to work it back and forth. Unable to hold back, within seconds I shrieked out my need as my orgasm hit hard and fast. My desire shot forth from the tip of my cock at least a foot into the air before coming down to baptize us both. "Happy birthday, Chad," He cooed softly against my ear. Through the haze of desire still clouding my sense, I went rigid. "How do you know my name? How do you know it's my birthday?" "Abracadabra all will soon be revealed." He laughed wickedly. I felt his fingers untie my blindfold, and as the soiled cloth slipped down my face, I rubbed at my itchy eyes, and blinking against the glare I looked around the room. I was in a well ordered basement with tools and boxes stacked on wooden shelves neatly against the stone walls. It was a room in which 40

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I was sure I'd been. And as the objects around me gradually took on clear shapes, I slowly turned to the man who had given me the best fuck of my young life. My heart skipped a beat at the image which greeted me. "Ryan!" I gasped unable quite to believe it as I looked into the unflinching coffee brown eyes of my boyfriend Robert's identical twin. A crooked smile curved his full lips. "Yeah, Chad, I'm no figment of your imagination." "But..." I choked out, trying to get my head around it all. "I just don't understand." He laughed and with the dangerous agility and prowess which his homely twin lacked, in one swift movement he got easily to his feet. "What's to understand? It's your twentyfirst birthday and this was your gift, Chad." "But..." I spluttered unable to close my surprised mouth. "You are not gay, Ryan." "True," he gave a short nod. "But you must have heard the rumors flying around town, I am into BDSM and rough sex, and well I knew just by looking at you that you'd be a willing subordinate, Chad." Unable to deny the fact that I had been more than willing, I looked down guiltily at my hands, at the chains still clamped around my tanned wrists, and voiced the question which made me feel like the worlds biggest hypocrite. "What about Robert?" With a flick of his hand, Ryan said. "Don't worry about my brother." 41

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Feeling wretched, my voice cracking with emotion, I said. "But we cheated on him. I cheated on him. He's so good. He doesn't deserve that from us. He deserves better." "What my brother doesn't know won't hurt him." "What do you mean?" I asked as I searched Ryan's eyes confused. As I looked into their well-known depths, I realized that I didn't know them at all. "Its simple," He searched my blue eyes as if he were trying to find the way into my soul. "Robert thinks that you are right now on your way to New York with some friends for the weekend..." "He knows that I always wanted to visit the Big Apple." I interrupted lamely. "Exactly," Ryan smacked his hands together. "And after I explained to him that the bus tickets I had purchased for your birthday gift were only for this weekend, being the great guy that he is my generous brother has decided instead to hold the surprise birthday party which your not supposed to know about on Monday instead when you get back from your little sightseeing tour." I looked to the side refusing to make eye contact. "It seems that you really have thought of everything, but I can't do that. I just can't lie to, Robert, like that. As I've said he deserves better." "Oh, you will go along with the lie, Chad, I can assure you of that." Ryan answered with a dangerous glint in his brown eyes which I had never seen in his brother's. "You'll go along with it, because you could never hurt Robert like that. Think what it would do to him to know that you, his young lover 42

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whom he loves with all his heart had screwed his identical twin." he paused to let it sink in, and then he said. "It would destroy him." I knew that it was true, and filled with rage, I growled. "I loathe you. You have no idea how much I hate you, Ryan." "No," he wiggled his middle finger back and forth as if reprimanding a disobedient child. "You don't hate me, Chad. You hate the fact that you enjoyed what I did to you. You hate the fact that you enjoyed being chained and spanked, but you don't hate me." I opened my mouth to retort, but he silenced me by stooping from his great height and placing his finger across my lips. "Don't deny it, just except the truth of it." He pressed a small key in the palm of my hand, and said. "You'll have to free yourself I'm afraid, the little lady will be getting tired waiting for me." Over his shoulder as he left the room, he flung. "Feel free to use the bathroom and one of the spare bedrooms, get some sleep, you really look like you need it." The thought of a warm shower and a comfortable bed was very appealing, but I found that I was just too exhausted to move. My body was still sated after the long hours of hard sex, and the truth of what I'd just done weighed guiltily on my heart. Sighing, I unclipped the chains around my wrists. Rubbing them to get the blood flowing, feeling safe because of the tiny oil lamp placed on a small wooden table in the furthest corner, which cast its glow across the spotless basement, I curled up on the mattress and let a deep sleep claim me. 43

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Hours later, I woke exhausted, parts of my body still sore. I gently touched my nipples and almost flinched. When I tried to move my muscles protested violently. Could I walk? I had to. The surreal light seeping in through the partially open door suggested early morning. Looking around, unable still quite to believe that I had been at Ryan's mercy for a whole night and day, I realized that I was cold. Shivering, I looked around the orderly room. The chains which had held me prisoner now discarded on the concrete floor didn't look nearly so dangerous in the light of day. To the right of them lay my expensive boxer shorts, soiled from my saliva, and hopelessly ruined from where I'd bitten down on them in the throws of passion. My eyes fell on the discarded bowl, and I realised that I was hungry. Looking down at my lap, I cringed. My aching genitals had actually been rubbed raw in three places. I wondered for a moment if Ryan expected me to make my way home naked. If that was just another way he'd thought of to humiliate me, but no sooner had I thought it, I spied my clothes neatly folded and pressed on the floor beside the mattress, which had served as my bed. There was a flat gift wrapped parcel on top of my jeans. Hesitantly, I picked the box up. It weighed next to nothing. Curious as to what was inside, I undid the white ribbon, and when the shiny blue wrapping paper fell away, I couldn't believe what I was staring at. Inside were the same silky, white boxer shorts which now lay discarded on the basement floor. The same mark and make which Robert had given me the day before. I 44

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stood to my feet. I slipped them on and soon realized that they were a perfect fit. Ryan, I grudgingly had to admit really had thought of everything so that the lie he had fabricated would go smoothly. "What the devil?" I exclaimed, as I noticed the DVD for the first time cushioned on a nest of tissue paper in the parcel. Trembling, somehow uncannily sensing that I wasn't going to like what was printed on the little card resting on top of the DVD, I picked it up and began to read the bold, black lettering. Chad, Consider the DVD another birthday gift so that you won't forget just how much you really did enjoy being my slave when you start to question it which you undoubtedly will. Despite being a home movie, I am rather proud of it, for it's the best porno I've seen in a long time. Ryan Rage, flooded my senses making me momentarily dizzy. Cursing violently, I crumpled the tiny card in my hand, unable to believe that the bastard had actually filmed our violent couplings. I wanted in that moment to kill him, to wipe that cocky smirk once and for all off of his too good-looking face, but I couldn't. In truth there wasn't a damn thing I could do, he was after all my lover's brother. Weary all of a sudden, I just wanted to be out of there. I wanted to be as far away from the room with its memories of every seedy thing I'd done during the long night pressing in on me. I shoved my feet into my jeans, pulled my black sweater over my tousled blonde hair, and without caring for 45

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my socks, I shoved my feet into my leather shoes. For a moment I considered leaving the DVD behind, but changing my mind at the last second, I put it in my back pocket, and left the room, taking the polished, wooden stairs two at a time. On the first floor landing, I froze as the distinct sounds of someone making love invaded my senses. I looked towards the front door which gave way to my freedom, then back along the lime green corridor from which the lusty cries issued. Curiosity, for the second time in less than a minute getting the better of me, I made the mistake of deciding to follow those sinful cries. Knowing from firsthand experience Ryan's tastes when it came to sex, the sight which greeted me shouldn't have shocked me, but it did. Before a large alcove window, a reed-thin girl with long, coppery hair was leaning forward over a plain, iron stool. Her hands were bound behind her back with cheap, brown tape the kind that can be bought in every department store. Her back was to me, and she was completely naked. Her buttocks looked like little pale pearl drops, and as I looked at the cruel, red welts which were already turning a ghastly shade of blue marring the perfect flesh, it occurred to me that she couldn't have been a day older than eighteen. Behind her, completely naked, except for a studded collar around his neck, and wrists Ryan stood vicious, leather whip raised at the ready. For a long moment, I just gazed at him in all his masculine glory, hating and marvelling him all at once. For he was beautiful, with the early morning sunshine filtering through 46

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the curtains and splashing against his tanned flesh. My eyes as if with a will of their own roved over the sculpted six-pack of his washboard stomach, and again I was reminded of my lover Robert's more fleshy curves. My eyes drinking in the sight of him dipped lower to where his huge cock, veined, hard and ready for action, proudly shot forth from his clipped, jet black pubic curls. As I gazed upon his arousal, it hit me again that even that was bigger than Robert's. "Do you want to join the party, Chad?" he asked. I jumped awkwardly. "No" He brought the whip down across the girl's tender buttocks, and even before she had finished crying out, he promted. "Are you sure?" "Yes," I stubbornly raised my chin. "Trust me, I'm not so sick as to allow you to whip and abuse me again." "Really?" He chortled softly, knowingly. "Your body seems to have other ideas." I felt a guilty flush stain my cheeks. Following his gaze, looking down I saw to my utter mortification that my erection straining against the denim front of my pants was clear for all to see. "Go to hell. You're sick." I spat back. Again, he laughed. "Sticks and stones cane break my bones but words can never hurt me, Chad." I watched like a thing hypnotized as he cupped the head of his big dick and right before my eyes began to masturbate himself. Feeling need well up in me, and fearing that I really would take up his invite to join the party, I swallowed. It was then that my eyes fell on the video camera standing on a tripod a little off to the left of the bound girl. When it hit me 47

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that he was again making another one of his so called home movies, remembering that he had filmed me without my permission, I turned and left quickly as if I had the very hounds of Hell snapping at my feet. Later that day, I found that it was surprisingly easy to lie to my trusting lover. Just as Ryan had promised, Robert believed that I had been away for the weekend in the Big Apple, and my life settled down to its usual routine. Except, I soon found that I had changed inside. The sex with Robert which had always satisfied me before my experience with Ryan as the days, and months past never seemed to satisfy me enough. Often, I have awoken at night, drenched in sweat, hard and aching only to sneak downstairs and watch the DVD of our aggressive coupling. And when I'm not watching the DVD and wondering just how long I can put off returning to Ryan's basement, I'm lost in a world of kinky, sexual fantasies. In these fantasies I like to imagine the degradation of my trusting lover, Robert. I suppose although I know that it's truly not his fault this need in me to be ravished and abused, deep down I can't help but blame him for being so predictable in the bedroom. My favorite fantasy always resolves around Robert watching me while another man brutally fucks my ass. I never fail to get hard imagining the hurt look in his big, docile, spaniel eyes as another man drives his cock into my flesh. These fantasies usually always end the same way. I imagine Robert's eyes as they widen, silently pleading with me to stop being cruel, but I just smile and roll off the bed. "Lie down on the floor," I say. Without a word, he does as he 48

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is told and I stretch myself over him. Already, Ryan's sperm if flooding out of my mouth, some of it landing on Robert's nose and in his eye. I settle myself above him and part my lips, watching in delight as a string of silver sperm slides from me into my boyfriends waiting mouth. He swallows and opens his mouth again to receive another drop. When most of it has fallen into his mouth I press myself against him. "Lick," I tell him. "Lick out every last drop." This never fails to bring me to climax. The thought of my helpless boyfriend lapping up another man's sperm from my mouth leaves me trembling with lust. Yesterday, in the shower, I had the most shattering climax of my young life as this fantasy came to conclusion. As I've said I can never fantasise about Robert doing all that, but his nasty twin brother, Ryan I definitely can. And as soon as I've finished writing this I shall be going upstairs to strip off and do it all over again, for these fantasies are all that stand between me and the physically powerful pull of Ryan's basement, and the chains which are no doubt waiting to ensnare me. THE END

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