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Questing4Aldonza -> 3:32 (8/5/2004 5:56:55 PM)
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3:32
The incessant bleating of the phone finally pierces his slumber. His eyelids sluggishly flutter open and he rolls over with a groan. He plucks the handset from its cradle and puts it to his ear.
"H'lo?" he mumbles.
For a moment, he hears nothing but the soft, distorted rasp of breath against the mouthpiece.
He props himself up on his elbow, glancing over at the clock.
3:32 A.M.
"Did I wake you?" Husky, feminine, familiar.
"Yes."
"Good."
He shuts his eyes and sighs heavily.
"Get your box."
He sighs again and puts the phone down. Throwing off his bedspread, he sits up and slides off the mattress. He stumbles back a second later with a medium-sized plastic bin.
"Got it."
"Get on your knees."
He shakes his head tiredly, but kneels next to his bed.
"Clamps."
He groans loudly, almost whining.
"Clamps. Now."
He pops open the lid and fishes around, finally extracting a pair of wicked-looking metal shapes.
"Put them on."
His eyes shut tight and he hisses sharply into the phone as the tiny steel jaws bite cruelly into his flesh.
"Gah!"
"Twist them."
He moans. "Noo! Please!"
"Twist. Them."
He begins to breathe in rapid, shallow bursts. His hands shake as he reaches up to his trembling chest. His fingers close around the cool, smooth steel.
He cries out, a sharp undulating wail that trails off miserably.
"Ah.. God... please!"
"Dildo."
A pained whistle rattles through his nose as his breathing quickens further. He reaches back in the box, the clamps jostling painfully, and pulls out nine inches of thick latex.
"Yes," he says through clenched teeth.
"Suck it."
He breathes out heavily, relieved a little, then opens his mouth wide and slides it in.
"Make noise."
He slurps, moaning. His cheeks hollow and he pulls the cock from his lips with a loud wet squeal as it pops free. He puts the tip between his lips and turns it around, lapping at the rubber with noisy enthusiasm.
"Deep throat it."
He winces, but grabs it by its base. He tilts his head back, wrapping his lips around his teeth and shoves its length down his maw. His body suddenly shudders violently and he makes a loud retching sound. He pulls it quickly out, panting.
"What are you?"
"I'm..." He breathes in. "You're whore." He breathes out.
"Suck more."
He obeys, pistoning the cock in and out over and over, making greedy, eager sounds as streamlets of drool seep down from his chin.
"Stop."
He casts the glistening toy aside, rubbing his jaw tenderly.
"Take the clamps off."
He takes a deep, steadying breath and then complies.
"GNNNH!" he cries.
"Rub them."
He whines, miserably, but slowly massages the tortured flesh with his fingertips, hissing and sobbing from the pain.
"Good boy. One last thing. You are not to cum."
"Until.... when?" he asks, still breathless.
There is a long pause on the other end.
"I'll call you tomorrow, whore." And the line goes dead.
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