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kinkracer -> A Twisted Path to Happiness Ch. 3-4 This looks like the beginning of a beautifull friendship (5/7/2012 9:39:25 PM)
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Betrayal:
One night she had been out drinking with friends and I had spent the night dragging a sandbag around Steve’s house using a rope attached to my balls. Lap after lap I had done, with Steve and Mike encouraging me with riding crops if I slowed or stopped. The game had been to determine the size of dildo I was going to get fucked with, with me earning a smaller dildo for every lap milestone I met.
My balls had given out on the 3rd milestone, which still left me a dildo of daunting thickness. I came home with a purple scrotum and my ass on fire. I felt beaten, and pushed past my limit. I was actually thinking that I had had my lest session with them.
She on the other hand was entranced. She fondled my sore balls as I told her the story and I could see her eyes light up as I told of the cropping I had received.
Then as I told her about getting dildo fucked she grew visibly flush and I think had an orgasm right there.
She rolled me over on my back and started riding me and talking dirty. “Ohhh, what if that was Steve’s cock up your ass? How would that feel?”
I played along because I could see it was working for her “Oh, it would feel so good!”
“God, the thought of Steve fucking you makes me so hot, uhhh!” She came again just from mentioning it.
“Yeah,” I whispered, lamely.
“You want to suck his cock, don’t you, want him to come in your mouth, lick his balls!” She threw her head back.
I knew the answer she wanted to hear in in her little fantasy, so I gave it to her “Yes, I want to suck it, lick it, swallow his cum!”
Just that statement sent her on such a wild ride. She came over and over again, just riding me like a dildo until we both finished and she collapsed on me in exhaustion. My sore balls were now even sorer from coming and her jumping up and down on me.
It was a few weeks before I was told to again report to Steve’s house. Tracy was actually going out of town for the weekend, and I was told to show up on Saturday morning.
It wasn’t very long before I was naked and tied over Steve’s very stout coffee table, with my knees on the floor and chest welded down to the surface by the feature of about 200 feet of rope. My arms were pinned to the front legs.
I was a little confused, because instead of the usual ball or penis gag I was forced to wear, I had a ring gag in. I found the large ring wedged behind my teeth very uncomfortable and even more degrading than the ball.
The final touches had just been put on my bondage when I could hear the strains of “Shook Me all Night Long” playing on a tinny speaker. My phone was ringing.
“Oh, don’t get up, I’ll see who it is.” Steve laughed and picked up my phone. “Oh, it’s Tracy. I guess she wants to say ‘hi’. Hi Tracy! Yes, he’s right here. Yup, just got him all strapped down. You should see him, just like we talked about.. Hmm, ok, do you need me to ungag him? No? Ohh, you are evil! Ok, I’ll just have Mike hold it up to his ear then.”
Tracy’s voice came through the speaker “Hello? Just grunt if you can hear me” I could hear the typical airport sounds of announcements and people in the background. She was probably just about to board. “Gaaach!” I grunted.
“I just wanted to tell you to have a fun weekend. But there’s something I forgot to tell you. I told Steve all about how you’ve been dying to suck his cock and get fucked. I told him about your fantasy of him forcing you to take it up your ass and down your throat. He knows how much you’ve begged me to let him fuck your tight little ass and come in your mouth! I told him we wanted to play like you really didn’t want it and your fantasy was for him force you. So you just enjoy honey! I literally cannot wait to hear every detail.
“Oh, one more thing, I told him that you had begged me to let him keep you tied up and use you all weekend! ”
As she had been talking, I felt lube being dribbled on my ass. Suddenly I felt something pushing and I knew it wasn’t a dildo!
“Gaaaaaaaaaaaa!” I tried shouting through my ring gag until it was cut off, and the phone was pulled away. The last thing I heard from it was Tracy’s giggling.
“Hi Tracy, it’s Mike. Yes, I’m afraid he can’t talk to you anymore. Well, you see, his mouth is full of cock. Okay, you have a good trip, and we’ll keep him out of trouble! Bye, sweetie.”
Oh they used me. Then they took breaks and used me again, and again a third time. I was so angry, violated and confused. But, somehow, I also trusted Steve and Mike. I also had never, ever felt more helpless and out of control. This was bondage! There was nothing I could do about this anyway, so I started to enjoy it. Not the cock, I didn’t like it then, and I still don’t. But she was right, the being forced, the being taken, used, and humiliated was a giant turn on for me. Feeling someone driving into me, and knowing that someone else was using me for their pleasure and that I had no say in the matter whatsoever was thrilling. While painful and humiliating, it was erotic and freeing to me in a way I had never felt.
During their third round, Mike was pounding me from behind and Steve reached underneath and grabbed my cock for the first time in hours. All it took was that touch and the feeling of Mike unloading in me to set me off. I was ashamed that I could keep coming like that from a guy fucking my ass, but it didn’t change the fact that the orgasm that rolled over me was long and intense.
They finally decided to give me a break and removed my gag. Even though I had come, I was still a guy who had just been anally raped and had cum dripping out of my mouth. Coming had knocked my hormones down, and I was no longer excited, just very, very angry.
“You let me the fuck up, right fucking now!” I screamed.
“’Fraid we can’t do that, little slave boy, we’ve got you for the whole weekend.” Steve stood in front of me.
“Are you in on this, or did she really tell you this was my fantasy?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about, we are using you however we want. You can’t stop us, and you can’t talk your way out of this.” Steve was clearly mugging the heavy here. That told me what I needed to know. He was not in on it.
“Tracy told you this was my fantasy, but she lied. I don’t know why she would do this to me, but she lied.” My voice had gone from anger to sadness, and I was on the verge of crying. The betrayal that had been committed on me was just started to hit home.
Steve started looking nervous. “Okay, let’s break out of character for a minute. I’m happy to rape you all weekend if that’s what you want, but this is freaking me out. If you are for real right now, just say “stop, let me go” and I’ll untie you.”
I looked him in the eye, aware of the drops running down my thighs, and down my chin. The my mouth was scuffed from the leather gag strap and hurt as I worked my jaw a little to make sure I could speak clearly.
I said very slowly and carefully, in a hoarse voice “Stop. Let me go.”
My breakup with Tracy was a quick and painless affair. Mike and Steve felt horrible about what had happened. Steve was a sadistic Dom with evil on his mind, but he was no rapist. They were both almost as angry at Tracy as I was. They were eager to help me get her out.
To this day, I honestly don’t know if she thought she was giving me something I wanted. Maybe she just wanted it so badly, and figured I would be alright with it. Maybe she just hated me and decided I deserved it. I don’t know, and she never got a chance to explain.
Steve and Mike had spent the rest of the weekend helping me pack her stuff. When she got home from her trip, her stuff was all moved out, into a storage unit. She came through the door, ready, I’m sure, to hear all about my sexual degradation, but instead found the three of us waiting for her. I simply handed her an envelope with the key information to the storage unit and said. “Never talk to me again.” She looked startled for a moment, then looked ready to cry. But one look around the room at the stone faces of the three of us made her think better of any reply. She turned and walked out of my life forever.
This looks like the beginning of a Beautiful Friendship.
It wasn’t very long after Race Weekend that she contrived our meeting. She had a party at her little house and invited Steve. According to Steve she “insisted he bring the big, dumb, straight boy”.
Ironically, I was much more self-conscious meeting her wearing jeans and a shirt then when I met her wearing a horsehair butt plug. There were a few others I recognized from Race Weekend there, but seemed mostly to be non-fetish people.
She was stunning in a tight black knee length skirt and, of course, black spike heeled boots. She greeted us when we arrived, by otherwise seemed to completely ignore us in favor of her other guests. She seemed to need to walk by me, or was forced to accidentally brush my arms with her breasts or her rear against my groin when reaching for glasses or ice.
Finally I found myself alone with her in the kitchen.
“Hmm, you look good with clothes on, too.” She said. I could tell she had few drinks in. Not enough to be drunk, but like me, she was loosened up and enjoying herself.
“Yes,” I replied, “I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage. You’ve held my balls, but I have not returned the favor.”
She laughed, “Too bad I don’t have any balls for you to hold.”
“I’m sure there must be an equivalent.” I said drily.
She sipped her drink and over the top of her glass, said “I’m sure we can find one. Don’t you dare go away!” She said, squeezing my arm before walking out. “Ohhh, muscles. Me likey.” With that, she breezed out of the kitchen.
Of course we ended up in bed that night. The party didn’t break up for hours, but finally it was just the two of us. I was the nervous one, this time. But as I sat on her bed, she slowly undressed for me. Soon her naked body was draped in my lap and we began kissing. My hands roamed her body, her pert breasts, flat stomach, round muscular ass. She didn’t touch me, except to keep her arms around me as I explored her. Eventually, my hand found it’s way between her legs, feeling the wetness there. I g
I was awakened the next morning with a cup of coffee and some toast served by a very naked Tanya. “Ahh, I see my stallion is an early riser!” She said, reaching down to take my reaction to her nudity in her fist.
“So, do you have any plans today, my little straight boy?”
“Not really.”
“Sooo, no place to be?”
“Nope, I’m free all day.”
She chuckled and ran her fingernails through my chest hair “Oh, not for long, not for long.”
I would find out later that to tell her I had no plans for the day was the surest way to spend an extended period tightly bound and suffering some form of pain, humiliation, or both.
“Oh, are you going to turn into the big bad dominatrix I’ve been hearing about?”
“Oh, we’ll see. But I do want to play with you today. I’ve been dying to play with that body since I first saw you pulling Steve around.”
“Mmmm, okay, I’m yours.”
“Not yet, but you will be. But first…“ She slapped me on the chest and jumped up, “We have to get you shaved. I will not have a hairy boy. In the shower with you.”
Luckily, she had a shower more than big enough for two. I was thoroughly shaved from neck to toes. It was intimate, and sexy, but she never let it get out of hand.
Soon enough, I found myself spread eagled on her large bed. The clean white of the cotton rope stretching my arms and legs contrasted starkly on the dark wood of the head and footboards. The morning light from the large open window behind her silhouetted her face and breasts so deliciously as she pulled my left leg taut, completing my imprisonment. I was now completely at her mercy.
She had worked quickly and efficiently, but her rope work was sheer artistry. I looked like something out of magazine. I was perfectly centered on the crisp, crème colored sheet. My now smooth, hairless body was nicely tensioned, with my legs spread wide. My cock and balls seemed so vulnerable in this position, and the now predatory smile on her face did nothing to lessen this feeling.
In the days and months to come, I would feel pain at her hand many times. She would inflict exquisite, imaginative, excruciating suffering on my body for hour after endless hour. But that was in the future. This morning was about pleasure, and control.
It started with her lying on top of me. Kissing and nibbling me, always under her control. She worked on my ears, then my neck. Then she moved down to some light, pleasurable swirling of her tongue on my nipples.
She sat up, straddling my stomach. She started lightly running her fingernails up and down my chest. The touch was all the more intense from being so light. I was transfixed by her breasts, and the way the backlighting sun came through the little gap between her thighs, making her labia appear beautifully engorged.
The teasing continued forever. She worked my whole body, but carefully never touched my cock or balls. I was so desperate, I was thrusting my hips in the air as much as my tight stretching allowed. This just caused her to chuckle. “Soon, little straight boy” she whispered, the first words spoken by either of us since she started.
Finally, she turned her attention to my groin. She delicately walked the tips of her nails up and down from the base of my balls to the tip of cock. The only touch was just the tip of the nail lightly digging into my sensitive skin. The long buildup of such lightness made even this seem so intense.
I begged “please touch it” and she just chuckled again and started grazing the nails up and down the shaft.
Her hands went to my balls and she started pressing the points of the nails from both hands into my hypersensitive scrotum. There was pain, but nothing compared to the agonies she would later inflict upon my balls. I don’t know what balls ever did to her, but this woman takes a special pleasure in making them hurt and ache. That was for a later date, tough. Today was just to build sensation.
I have never wanted anything so badly as I simply wanted a firm grip on my penis at that moment. Of course, she wasn’t ready for that. She took the tip of one finger and gently spread the drop of cum leaking out of the tip around the head. Oh, sweet agony!
Finally, oh god, finally, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. I thought for sure this was it, but she just started planting gentle kisses up and down and on the tip. Her tongue started flicking out, and it turned into longer and harder licking. Then, after a pause to look me in the eye, she took me into her mouth.
The feeling of her warm mouth was so intense, so wonderful. I see now, in hindsight, how masterfully she was playing my body. At the time, such thoughts do not enter. The pleasure I felt at that moment was like a wash of color being spread over my body.
She began sucking me with a slow but relentless rhythm. Her thumb and finger encircled the base as her soft lips moved up and down. She sensed that I was getting close and sped up, working me with more intensity with both her hands and her mouth. I felt my scrotum contract and felt the rush of a tremendous orgasm build. My body started to shake and I pulled hard at my bonds as I began to go over the edge.
She stopped. She had timed it so perfectly, one more stroke and I would have gone. I screamed, and humped the air, desperate for that last stroke.
“Remember when I asked you if you had anywhere to be today?” She said with an evil grin. Even now, I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. Hair still damp from the shower, no makeup, her freckles highlighted in the morning sun, she was a vision of girl-next-door wholesomeness. How ironic.
“Well, you’ve got a long day ahead of you!” She said as she gripped my shaft and began rubbing the palm of her hand on just the head of penis. At first it felt good, but soon built up to unbearable intensity and started struggling to get away. Just that light touch and I was pulling wildly at my bonds, rolling and shaking.
Of course, her bondage was too good. I wasn’t going anywhere.
Oh god did she torture me with pleasure that morning. The cycle continued, sucking me to the very edge, followed by stopping and teasing. I can’t even begin to guess how long she did this. I was frantic, exhausted, and desperate to get loose, get away, get off. I was beyond speech, beyond begging. Nothing but guttural moans and a shrill agonized squeaking was coming from me at this point.
Over and over again she relentlessly and mercilessly brought me to the edge and kept me there. She was like a master musician, playing her masterpiece.
Finally, mercifully she stopped. Not by letting me come, of course. She jumped off me and walked slowly around the bed and said in a sultry voice “This is not fair. You’ve been having all the fun. I think it’s my turn, don’t you?”
Happy for the respite, but also desperately needing to come, only a somewhat illiterate “ung” came from my dry lips.
She gave me a sip of water out of a fitness bottle she had and said “Now, I’m afraid that I’m getting all worked up. I won’t be able to stop myself from just taking you pretty soon. I think instead I will use YOUR mouth for a while and maybe that will relax me enough to continue this fantastic blow job I’m giving you.”
With that she climbed back on the bed and lowered herself to my face. Her need seemed to be almost as desperate as mine. Fluid ran from her and down my face as she desperately rode me. I used my tongue, my lips, my teeth, following her directions. She ground on me, rode me, used me for several desperate and intense orgasms.
She collapsed, exhausted next to me on her big bed, resting her head on my tautly stretched bicep. “Ahh, I feel much better now. That should take care of me for HOURS.” I groaned in frustration.
“Oops! Look at the time!” She jumped up. “I’ve got a little toy for you.” She said, laughing. She reached into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a fairly large butt plug, with a wire and control coming off of it. She ignored my grunts of discomfort as she clinically and quickly stuck it up my ass with nurse like efficiency.
She gave me a twisted smile as she held up the control, paused for a moment then turned the knob. “AAAGGGH!” was all I could articulate as the vibration hit my prostate like a wave of electricity. She smiled, set the controller down and walked out of the room.
Now my universe was my stretched and full ass! The plug was not coming out and the vibration was relentless.
She walked back in the room. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was wearing a pair of very sexy, tight, yoga pants and a sports bra. Silly me, I assumed that this meant she would untie me and we would go to breakfast or something.
Instead, without a word, she jumped back between my legs and took me back in her mouth. She worked me quickly and firmly, driving me toward orgasm. The vibration on my prostate became more intense and my hips bucked as I approached what would be a Richter scale measurable orgasm.
Again, with her uncanny timing, she stopped! “Fuck!” I yelled in frustration.
“There, there, my little straight boy.” She said in mock sympathy, “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”
She gave me a deep, tongue exploring kiss. Then she jumped up, pulled on a t-shirt and starting tying her running shoes on. “Okay, that should hold you for a while. I have to go, I’m late. You see, I told my friend Steph I’d meet her at Starbucks. We’ll pick this up when I get back!” She said in cheery voice. “Enjoy your little friend.” She laughed as she reached between my legs and pushed on the plug.
As she walked out the door I cried “Wait, you can’t leave me like this!”
She stopped and turned slowly “Oh, can’t I?” She put her finger to her lips. “Perhaps you are right.”
“Damn right I am!” I said indignantly.
Without a word, she walked into the bathroom and came out with a tube of Ben Gay. She quickly spread a large glob of it on my cock and scrotum. Throwing the tube on the dresser she stood, legs spread apart, hands on hips and said “Anything else to say?”
I wisely kept my mouth shut.
She walked to the doorway and turned, looking at me with a serious expression on her face. The burning on my cock and balls was starting as she said “You have no idea how much I will enjoy my coffee knowing that you are at home, desperate for release, waiting so long for my return, suffering for my pleasure. Thank you.” Her ponytail flipped through the air as she turned quickly and walked out.
As I heard the front door close, the key in the lock and the starting of her car in the driveway, the intensity of the burning reached it’s peak and I started to cry out.
Time blurred. I had no idea how long she was gone. The buzzing in my ass was unrelenting, the burning was almost unbearable, but amazing stimulating as well. Between the two, my cock stayed absolutely rigid. A small puddle of clear pre cum had oozed out, accelerated by the prostate stimulation, I’m sure. The vibrating plug was having another unexpected affect. I started having “orgasms”, but not coming. They were intense, almost painful and started coming one after the other. Then they would subside and suddenly I would be hit with a whole new wave of them. After the 3rd or 4th wave, it was almost unbearable when it hit. It was causing me to go in to a frenzy, thrashing wildly to get free, to drive the plug deep, to do anything.
Finally, after a while, the batteries wore down, and the burning subsided. My poor cock finally took a break, and I would have dozed if not for the pain in my balls. I mean, you can’t get more blue balled than I was at that moment. She really did a number on me!
That’s how she found me when she came back. At least she brought me a coffee! She set it on the table and said “Did you miss me?” I gave her a weak look, not even sure if I could speak at this point.
She looked at me appraisingly and started undressing, her yoga pants becoming a black puddle on the hardwood floor. Soon enough, she was naked and seated indian style between my legs, looking at my quickly returned erection. She reached down and with a wink pulled the plug out with one solid yank. The stretching of my anus made me cry out in pain and surprise. She giggled and dropped it on the floor. “We’ll clean that up later.”
She sat there, idly stroking my cock and pulling on my balls while talking to me in a normal tone of voice “Oh, I had the nicest time. We had the table by the door and you wouldn’t believe what we saw…”
She continued on, all the while working me, but not hard enough to finish me off. I didn’t hear a word she said, of course. I just tried to hump into her hand, get some more pressure. This was absolutely the most desperate, horny and erotically excited I had ever been in my life. What she had done to me was cruel and horrible and just the thought of it made me even harder.
She finished her story and said “You know, you’ve been tied up a long time. You must be sore. Would you like me to let you go?”
“YES! PLEASE!” I replied.
“hmmm, I could do that, but wouldn’t you rather come first?” She asked in a mock surprise tone of voice.
“YES! Oh please, please, please let me come. I’ll do anything for you, just let me come, PLEASE!” I meant it. I had long since passed the state of any rational thought. My need for release was the center of my universe, and I would have gladly signed everything I owned over to her for that one extra stroke.
“Hmmm”, she put her finger to her lip, as if thinking, “You know, if you squirt that huge load, it’s going to make a huge mess. Do you promise to clean it up?”
“Yes, sure, anything.”
“Okay, my dear” her tone got serious as she straddled my stomach and leaned forward, hands on my chest, looking me in the eye. “Here’s the deal. I’m going to fuck you silly, and when we’re done, I’m going to sit on your handsome face again, and you are going to suck your mess out of me. You will swallow every drop. Agreed?”
I hesitated for only a moment. I certainly didn’t want to eat my own load, but I was so desperate, and the humiliation of eating it just added to my excitement.
“Yes,” I whispered, defeated, “please, I’ll do it, just finish me.”
“Oh, the fun thing, for me anyway, is that you most certainly will not want to do it after you come. “ She laughed, “I’ve seen it before, you will fight tooth and nail. I’m going to make you do it anyway. I might have to hurt you to get you to do it, but you WILL do it. Agreed?”
“Yes, agreed, please, just fuck me!”
She slid back and easily slid down on me. Her warmth squeezing me was bliss and she slowly ground on me, finding a nice rhythm. I was so afraid she would stop again, but she didn’t, she just kept that slow, relentless rhythm, building me up, never changing as my entire body stiffened against the ropes and the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced washed over me. It kept going on and on, just when I thought it was subsiding, it built again and I continued to pump more and more into her.
Finally it was done and I was limp and exhausted. My balls ached enormously, and all the muscles in my arms and legs were starting to cramp.
“And now, my dear, time for you to keep your promise.” She rose up and with a “pop” and my still hard cock slapped on my stomach.
As she started to lower her pussy, dripping with my white load, it hit home what she was expecting me to do. As she said, this suddenly was not a good idea to me and I started shaking my head back and forth “No, no, I don’t want to do it!”
She sat down on me hard, and I turned my mouth away from it.
“Ohh, I guess you need to learn who is in charge here!” She said. The snap retort as she open hand slapped my balls echoed through the room.. My howl of pain was muffled by her thighs squeezing my head, but even so it must have been loud enough for the neighbors to hear. My world went white with pain for a moment.
“Now. EAT. YOUR. CUM.” She commanded. I turned my face upwards and tentatively put my tongue out. It met warm sliminess, and I pulled it back and turned my face away again.
“Ok, I see you still don’t learn, so now you get 5.” She delivered the blows in rapid succession and the pain was almost making me nauseous. “I don’t want to hurt you today, I thought this would be a day for pleasure. So, I will give you one more try before I really hurt you.”
I took her for her word and turned back. I surrounded her lips with mine and started working my tongue in. I had felt helpless throughout the morning, but it had been a game. With this, forcing me to eat my own come out of her dripping pussy and hurting me badly, this made me truly feel helpless and out of control for the first time. I honestly felt powerless. There was no choice but to do what I was told, and a wave of acceptance washed over me.
I started sucking it out and licking her, almost greedily. She began driving herself onto my face, making it difficult for me to breathe, and just started screaming as she peaked again and again. This final humiliation, for her, was enough to send her into an ecstasy that paled everything else we’d done so far.
The pain, humiliation, and just straight up submissiveness of this act was getting to me, as well. Despite everything, my cock started to grow hard again.
She started yelling “YES, suck that cum, suck it out, suck that cum you little slave fucker. SUCK IT BITCH!” as she fucked my face.
Finally, just when I thought I would pass out from not being able to breathe, she subsided. Her pussy was squeaky clean, and I had swallowed most of it, except what was smeared all over my face.
She climbed off and now had a sweet, angelic smile on her face. She pecked me right on the tip of the nose and said playfully “I’m going to go take a shower, and then maybe I’ll untie you and you can take me out for our first date.”
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