Best Bondage Erotica 2013 (15 page)

His cock lay over his belly as his balls dropped down between his legs.

“Your wife-beater is toast.” Charles pulled out a metal device and squeezed the handles together. They opened like a pair of scissors, but instead of a blade it had a duck bill. Charles used the side of the bill and cut the sheer cotton. A burly hairy chest emerged on a compact, tight body. “To shave or not to shave, that is the question.”

Jeremy pulled harder on his restraints.

Charles clamped the duck bill closed and stepped between
his legs. He slid the cold metal up Jeremy's leg and stopped at his crotch. “Your low hangers are hanging. Not talking?” He picked them up and set them on his cock. He guided the metal between his cheeks and pressed. “This will open you up.”

Jeremy tensed as the metal touched his hole.

Charles poured lube onto the end. “Breathe deep.” He slid the device in. “Let's see what's inside.” He grasped the handles, and the duck bill opened. “Oh, so tight. Relax.” He shot lube inside the opening and squeezed harder.

I could see a dark opening, wet, warm and welcoming.

Charles must have read my thoughts. “What can we insert in the hole?” He opened and closed the duck bill as he grabbed his jock's pouch. He set the device down.

Jeremy screamed with his ball gag in his mouth.

Charles opened the doctor's bag. “You're all sweaty. Are you running a fever?” He pulled out a plastic tube with balls along its shaft. The balls grew larger the closer they were to the handle. The small bead at the end slipped into Jeremy easily. One by one they disappeared into him; halfway in, his cock flopped up and down. Its thick shaft was deeply veined and a huge foreskin covered the tip.

I watched in amazement as the tool entered his bottom, spreading him wider and wider.

As the handle touched his taint, Jeremy closed his eyes and dropped his head back.

Charles grabbed Jeremy's cock and started to stroke it as he pulled the toy out of his ass, then slowly pushed it in. As he worked his cock, Charles increased his speed on the anal intruder. “Do you need something bigger? I have a few more things that we can try.” He pulled the balls out and set the wet toy on the floor. He dug into the doctor's bag and pulled out a pink plastic fist. He looked at it and showed it to Jeremy, waving
at him with it. “Hello,” and then he stopped. “Oh, wait, maybe it should be ‘knock, knock.'” He motioned as if rapping on a door, then changed into a thrusting motion.

Jeremy shook his head.

Charles turned to me. “Do you need a hand?”

I shook my head.

“We'll see.” He dropped it back into the bag and withdrew a huge dildo the size of my forearm, but wider. “This will make a big boy out of you.” He rubbed it up and down his victim's crease.

Jeremy withered in the sling as it followed his crack. As the blunt end found his hole, Charles twisted it, seeing if it would go in.

“Too tight, I think; we'll have to start with something smaller.” Charles pulled on his jock's basket and removed it. His huge cock sprang free and snaked toward Jeremy. He pulled a condom out of the secret pocket and wrapped his dick. He lubed his length and stepped between Jeremy's legs.

“No!” The word tried to escape around the rubber ball in Jeremy's mouth.

“Do you enjoy horror movies?”

Jeremy shook his head violently.

In his best
Hellraiser
voice, Charles said, “I'll rip your hole apart.” He opened his mouth wide and moved forward, his cock leading the way to the tight pucker. “Little pig, little pig, let me come in.” He ran his fat mushroom tip up and down Jeremy's crack and teased him. “Not by the hair of my chinny, chin on your ass.”

Jeremy's sphincter pulsated with each beat of his heart and seemed to swell and shrink.

“There's always time for lube.” Charles applied another layer over his dick and smeared more over Jeremy's hole. His finger
tried to push more inside, but Jeremy's ass was tight. “This may take a while, and I have inches to go before I sleep.”

Jeremy shook his head.

“Oh, that's right—nipple clamps.” Charles pulled a set out of what appeared to be thin air and leaned across Jeremy's body. He opened a clamp and applied it to one nipple. “How does that feel?” He pulled on the chain and made Jeremy moan. “One more,” he said, holding up the other one and quickly placing it on the other pink erect nub, connecting them together. Another chain was clamped on to the one crossing his chest. Charles pulled that one down and secured a cuff around Jeremy's hard cock. As he slid it up and down his shaft, it pulled on his nipples.

Jeremy's penis oozed precome down his shaft, making the strap slide easier. He closed his eyes as he warred with his body; pleasure or release? Release or pleasure? Maybe both?

Charles lubed his cock one more time and stepped between Jeremy's legs. He glided his dick along the sweaty crease and found the tight opening. He worked Jeremy's cock and slowly entered his ass.

As soon as Charles's pubic bush pressed against his balls, Jeremy shot his load. Come shot out of his dick across his chest and covered the nipple clamps.

Charles felt the flow of cream over his hand as he continued to jack Jeremy's dick, milking out his balls. He felt Jeremy's ass spasm over his shaft, but after only one stroke inside, he wasn't ready to come. He bucked into Jeremy's prostate a few times, sending more pleasure spasms over his restrained partner.

Jeremy's body slowly relaxed and fell limp in the sling. His cock, still hard, dripped come into his belly button. The come slowly started to run off of his body and splatter on the floor.

Charles pulled himself out of Jeremy's tight ass and turned to face me. His dick glistened in the light and lube dripped off the
tip. As he walked toward me, his cock bounced up and down, his heavy balls swinging like pendulums.

I watched his hypnotically beautiful body. He was coming at me with that monster, and he hadn't come yet. My poor virgin ass.

Charles looked down at me. He unzipped my fly and worked my pants down my hairy legs. “I've saved the best for last.” He pulled my shirt open wide and combed his fingers through my hair. “What device would you enjoy?” He brought his hand down to my underwear and caressed my crotch. “Still hard. Nice. I knew you would be.”

Charles smiled. “Let's see what's under door number three.” He peeled back my briefs and my cock flopped out and slapped my belly. He worked my briefs down to my pants and brought his face to my groin and inhaled deeply. “So manly, but
I
love it, too.” He licked his lips and ran his tongue down my shaft to my hairy balls. He sucked one into his mouth and rolled it around. He gently let it slip out from between his lips and licked up to my fat mushroom head. His raspy tongue entered the slit at the end and lapped out the juice.

I turned my head and saw the butt plug sitting on the bar.

Charles noticed my gaze. “So you want to try the anal invader? I figured you to be more of a top, but to each his own. I don't judge.”

He slipped the lubed plug between my legs and pressed it to my hole. He twisted it so it spread more lube around the circle. The rounded end spread the muscle. “This is a thick one; it may hurt, so relax, don't fight it.”

Easy for you to say, your ass isn't on the line,
I thought.

He pushed and pulled on it as he sucked on my cock.

Charles's mouth was hot and wet, sucking me like I'd never
been sucked by my wife. He was able to take all nine thick inches down his throat.

The pressure grew and grew as the butt plug bore deeper into me. Just as the pain became too much to bear, Charles pulled back and sucked harder, distracting me.

Charles's saliva ran over my hairy balls and pooled on the bar. He gave one quick push, the plug popped into place and my sphincter sealed around it. He picked up a red rubber ring and stretched it. “With this ring, I thee bed.” He pulled it over my cock and guided my balls through the opening. The rubber pulled on my hair, but slipped into place. “This will keep you hard for a long time.” He slipped a condom down my cock.

What did he need me to…?

Charles jumped onto the bar and lubed his ass. He threw a leg over my pelvis and guided his butt over my cock. “I want you deep inside me.” He maneuvered my dick to his hole and slowly sat on me. He was tight and he had to bounce on my dick a few times to drive it in. He lowered himself to me and his balls rested on my abs.

My cock had never felt so good: his hole was warm, wet and tight. He rode me slowly at first. When he pressed down, the butt plug pressed deeper into me, stimulating my prostate gland, and precome oozed out and started to fill the condom.

Charles reached down into his chaps and pulled out a long piece of metal with a dip at the end. He lubed it up and brought it to the end of his cock. He inserted the bent end into his opening and slipped it down his shaft.

I watched in amazement as it entered him so easily. Only a few inches stuck out of his cock.

Charles started to jack his dick as he rode my cock, harder and harder. He pulled and pushed the sound in and out of his shaft as he jacked, stimulation inside and out. Precome poured
out and dotted my hairy torso.

My pelvis started to match his, thrust for thrust. Our pace quickened as my butt clenched around the plug.

Charles's free hand massaged my chest and squeezed my pec. “Gimme some vanilla cream.”

My heart rate increased as the stimulation intensified. I wasn't going to last much longer.

Charles jacked his cock, faster and faster. He threw his head back and slammed his ass down on my cock.

The butt plug hit my prostate and started an orgasm. It shot out of my cock and filled the tip of the condom, which pounded Charles's gland.

His ass tightened around my cock and milked me dry. His cock exploded and the sound shot out of the end of his cock and flew over my shoulder. Strings of come coated my hairy chest; one splashed under my chin and ran down my neck.

I bucked my hips into his ass, forcing my cock deeper. My legs straightened and I lifted off of the bar. Spasms of pleasure washed over me, and I exhaled so violently, the ball exploded out of my mouth and became a necklace. I gasped in fresh air, my tongue tasting the sweat and semen that had rained over me.

Charles collapsed on top of me, my cock still buried deep in his ass. He breathed into my ear as his tongue entered it. “You were great.”

The basement smelled like a locker room: male sweat, semen and testosterone. My body was spent and satisfied.

Charles slowly sat up, and my cock popped out of him, sending another wave of joy over me. He lifted his leg over me as if getting off a horse. He reached into the sink and came back with a washcloth. He washed my chest and worked down to my cock and balls. He cleaned me thoroughly.

“I can do that, if you release my hands,” I offered.

“I like to finish a job I started.” He wiped me dry and released me.

I rubbed the circulation back into my arms and dressed.

Charles washed and released the other three men, and we stood in a semicircle facing him. He smiled a toothy grin. “I hope you boys had fun tonight.”

I avoided eye contact with Charles as the four of us started up the stairs.

He called after us, “And just so you know, Debbie sold the same toys to your women upstairs. Enjoy.”

 

 

 

 

 

Want. Want want want.

It wasn't fair, she told herself, to want for anything more. For one thing, she already had what she wanted. Her soldier had come home alive from Afghanistan, and he wasn't going back. They had enough money, a decent house, and although she couldn't dance professionally anymore, she loved being a choreographer.

Wanting…

For another thing, what she wanted was selfish. This wasn't about her.

Her soldier had changed.

Always he had been steadfast, stern and—once he'd gotten past the idea that women were to be handled like spun-glass ballerina figurines—a devoted but firm master in the bedroom.

He had been the man she needed; to give her balance when she teetered, near to falling; to show her joy and ecstasy and fulfillment again.

In other words, her dream man.

But since her soldier had returned to her, her dreams had been uneasy, and he had been distant. She knew he loved her deeply still, but his emotions were secured away in a footlocker left behind and buried in the desert sands.

As if something else deep had been injured when his leg had been, but as his leg healed, so had the deeper wound festered.

She didn't know how to treat the wound; find the footlocker; bring her soldier truly, wholly home.

Since he would not initiate, she tried to set the stage. It would be like a choreographed ballet, she thought, if only she could position the set pieces in the right places, the necessary props where they needed to be.

Silvery clamps that shone and glittered (she shivered, needing to have them adorn her small teacup breasts), pale pink ribbons (their bonds of choice), a pair of worn toe shoes (to effectively hobble her).

A wooden paddle, worn smooth to the touch. A pinwheel with nasty, witch-sharp teeth. Her favorite, the whip, coiled snakelike and wicked.

She knelt before him, a tutu around her waist and a blue, spangled sash between her breasts, her hair wound up in an elaborate bun. She raised her wrists to him, where she'd wrapped the pink ribbons; they needed only to be tied together.