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All His

By: little_sub



It's dark outside when we pull up in the car. 

"Tell me again," you say, referring to an earlier conversation. 

I turn to you, seeing your face set hard, your eyes are shining in the dim light the headlights provide. 

"I'm yours Sir. I'm yours to use for your pleasure Sir," I reply, my voice heavy with lust. 

You nod, reaching up to stroke my cheek. I lean into your touch, letting my gaze drop from yours. Your hand moves down my cheek, your fingers tracing my lips, the line of my jaw, down my neck until you find what you're looking for. Your collar around my neck. The outward display of your ownership of me. The more private display is hidden beneath my clothes. 

Your collar sits snugly around my throat, not tight enough to cause any restriction to breathing, just tight enough to let me feel its presence with any slight movement, any breath, any swallow, any speech. Your fingers slip between it and my skin, pulling me to you with it, causing a slight change in my ability to breathe. I stay calm, my trust in you so complete my hands don't move from my lap. 

"Yes you are, my little sub. You are mine. All mine," you whisper as your lips come down on mine. The kiss is brief, too brief. You leave me wanting more. As you always do. It wouldn't matter if you kissed me from dawn til dusk, you always manage to leave me wanting more. 

You let me go and get out of the car. With no direct instruction to follow, I wait in my seat. I would say patiently, but you know me better than that. My eyes are straining, trying to make out anything of our whereabouts. The car is facing what looks like a field, a wire fence separating us. To the right and left there is only darkness. I hear the sound of metal on metal and the crunch of stone as a door opens, then closes soon after. These sounds are filling me with curiosity and mild fear. 

I jump, getting a fright when the car door opens, the darkness covering you until your hand is on the door handle. You don't say a word, but I understand this as my cue to exit the safety of the car. It is a summer night, still holding the warmth of the day, yet my nipples are hard and I am covered in goosebumps as though a cool breeze has caressed my skin. 

I'm wearing what you ordered me to. A light blouse and a knee length summer skirt. No underwear. Your collar. Sandals. Your brand. The last is never an option now. My thighs are slick with my arousal. I can't even describe why. I'm completely in the dark as to what situation I'm entering into, but I can feel how charged you are. I can feel your dominance enveloping me as I stand before you awaiting your next instruction. 

Your hand reaches out, cupping my left breast, your fingertips tracing what only you and I know is there. I press against your hand, my nipples growing even harder at your touch. My breathing is coming in rapid short gasps as I try to contain myself. Your expression doesn't change, but I can feel the need in your touch. 

"Go stand in front of the car, face it. Stand just in front of the fence. When I turn up the headlights, I want you to strip for me. Seduce me. Make me want you. Show me what is mine."

I stand still, shaken by this command. We're in what is effectively a field, in the middle of nowhere. There could be anyone around. Even as these final thoughts are running through my mind, I find myself moving to the front of the car. I reach the fence and turn around, shifting to the left slightly so I'm standing facing the middle of the car. I look around us, but my eyes are yet to adjust to the darkness, the lights shining on me make my blindness even more apparent for a while. Just as I'm starting to make out some shapes, what looks like a large building to the right, the headlights are turned to full. I blink in surprise, not expecting them to be quite so bright. They aren't shining directly into my eyes, but the effect is the same. My surroundings are once again plunged into complete darkness. 

I pause, realising I've been standing still while I should have doing as I've been told. I give myself a mental shake, and start to try to seduce you. 

I move my hands up to my hair, letting it free from the clasps holding it up, letting it fall loosely around my shoulders , running my fingers through it, arching my back, pushing my tits out towards where you sit in the car. I let my hands move from my hair, keeping the ends clasped in my fingertips. My fingers are now brushing against my hard nipples, I let my mouth fall open with an audible sigh. There's no other noise around. 

My hands explore my breasts through the blouse, using the soft material to stimulate them. My hands continue a downwards path, over my clothes. I explore my body through them, letting you see the materials moving over my body, exposing my curves to you through them. 

I reach my skirt, turning around with my back to the car as I run my hands down my legs. The skirt only just long enough that I only give you a hint of what is beneath. I lift one foot and rest it upon the fence to unfasten my sandal. This parts my legs slightly, giving you a whisper of a view to my pussy. You see how I'm glistening with wetness, how my cunt actually seems open for you. I repeat this with the other sandal, giving you a cheeky glimpse again of what I know you want. Turning back around, I leave the unfastened sandals in place, giving me some protection from the tarmac of the ground. My hands are on my body once more, pressing against me, one hand is pushing between my legs, pushing my skirt against my pussy, pushing hard on my swollen clit. I know better than to do this, but it feels so good. I manage to tear my hand away, reminding myself that this is for your pleasure. My hands go up to the buttons at the top of the blouse. I undo them slowly, deliberately, my eyes trying to see through the bright light. You can see me searching for you, for your reassurance, for the safety you make me feel. But you know I can't see you against the bright lights. 

I undo every button, you can see the inner curve of each breast as the two sides part down the middle. I keep it on. My fingers move over the visible strip of skin to the waistband of my skirt, slipping between it and my skin. I ease it down over my hips to the point I can just let it go, it barely making a sound as it hits the ground. I'm stood in the open air, with two bright lights focused on me in a state of undress. Almost naked to anyone who would walk by. There would be no hiding illuminated as I was. Everything beyond was just darkness. I wouldn't even know where to hide if I wanted to. Wouldn't know where to go, which way to turn. 

I part my legs slightly, feeling the air sweep over my wet pussy lips, cooling me down and simultaneously making me hotter. My legs are shaking from the adrenaline coursing through my body. My fingers grip either side of my blouse and I pull it back, revealing my body to you. Showing you what is yours. I let it fall to the floor, joining the skirt. 

My arms hang down by my sides at first, before I pull them behind my back, gripping my elbows with the opposite hand. Pushing my tits out towards you. Turning ever so slightly, letting you see your permanent mark on me. Continuing to turn on the spot, showing you my body. Revealing every inch to you. You haven't used any of your harsher toys on me recently, haven't marked my skin with welts or handprints or paddle marks. Instead favouring the flogger for its ability cause the sensations we both enjoy so much without leaving trace. You've allowed my skin to heal from our last hard session. Rubbing cream into my skin on a nightly basis. The result is my skin is soft to touch, without a single bruise or welt or mark in sight. 

My nipples are sensitive but not tender as usual. My pussy is feeling desperate for you to use it mercilessly, to fuck me hard, to use it to give you pleasure. It isn't bruised or tender. You haven't fisted me in over a fortnight, using two fingers instead to so expertly bring me to orgasm as you hold a vibrator against my clit. Denying me every time I begged for more. You've treated me gently, like I was fragile, like you didn't want to break me. 

I'm now frustrated beyond anything that simple denial could cause. This was a different kind of denial. The mind fuck type. The type that makes me start to worry our needs are no longer compatible. That you don't want me the same way you once did. It has been a complete and utter mind fuck, that has me feeling uncertain and desperate to please. 

I have my back to the car when the lights go out completely. Music starts to play. It's nothing I recognise, my mind is too preoccupied to try to listen to it, all I know is that it's loud. I'm listening for another noise amongst the heavy beat. I can't hear anything. I don't want to move for fear of getting lost so I stand still. I hold my position for you. I close my eyes, letting myself relax, hoping that will let me hear you. It doesn't work. 

I feel like hours have passed when I finally feel you against me. You move so silently, the first I know, you're pressed against my back. I feel the softness of your shirt and your trousers against my naked skin. I know better than to turn to you. I let my body show you my relief at your presence. I press back against you, letting my ass roll against your crotch, feeling the unmistakable outline of your erection against me. Your lips on my shoulder, I enjoy the softness before I feel your teeth nip me. Your hands are on my body now, pulling me against you. One hand possessively around my left breast, the other curved over my cunt, pressing over my clit, the tip of your middle finger nestling in between my lips. 

"Mine. All mine. You once said you want me to use you as hard as I like, no matter what you say. Well, I'm taking you up on that. Not that you'll be able to speak at times. You can beg me to stop all you want, but I won't until I'm satisfied. I'm taking your safe words away. You don't need them. I want your trust along with your body," you speak directly into my ear in a low tone. Your voice makes me shiver, your words terrify me. 

I start to open my mouth to reply. I want to try to negotiate, however pointless it may be. You interrupt me the second I open my mouth, "this is not an option. This is not a request. Trust me."

I take a second before responding. 

"Yes Sir."

Even as I say those words I feel myself getting more aroused. You've taken the final piece of control I held away from me now. You once called the safe words my crutch. It's true, I've never needed them before but I feel like I need them now that I don't have them. I've been able to take everything you've given me so far, I haven't reached my limit of anything yet. But I'm now scared that I'll suddenly lose that ability. I give myself a mental shake. Reminding myself that I trust you. That you wouldn't put me in a situation you didn't think I could handle. That you would look after me. I relax back into you, not realising how tense I'd become until I do so. You feel me melt back into you, taking that as all the confirmation of my acceptance you need. 

Your hand leaves my soaking pussy, leaving a line of wetness travelling up my tummy and over my shoulders. Twisting into my hair, gathering it all in your fist, around your fingers. Taking such a strong grip of my hair that I'm made instantly aware of your position over me, of your strength, your dominance. 

The burning feeling increases as you pull hard, "take your shoes off, step out of them to the right. Keep your arms behind your back."

I follow your instructions, then feel you pulling upwards, pulling me onto my tip toes. I scream out, losing my balance which causes me to put more pressure on my scalp. You let go of my hair, watching me as I fall forwards, bringing my arms in front of me to balance with. I manage to stay upright, and quickly pull my arms behind me again. 

I jump when I feel your hands on me again, looking up from the ground I look into your eyes. You look calm. I must look the opposite. You clip the chain leash onto my collar, letting it fall between my breasts. The cool of the metal makes me gasp, but I hold my position. My tits are thrust out with the way my arms are and I watch as your gaze drops down to them. Your hands coming up to rest over them, your thumbs circling my nipples, taunting me once more with your gentle touch. 

Your gentle touch that soon turns to torturous pain as you grip my nipple in your fingers and start to torment me. Pulling hard, twisting, letting go only to flick or bite them. You watch me to see exactly what elicits a moan, and what gets you a scream. I know it doesn't make any difference but I start to beg you to stop. I plead with you, "please Sir, please stop. Please, please, please. It's too much Sir. Please Sir, please stop. Please just let me rest Sir. Please. Please." You would normally continue a few moments more before turning your attention elsewhere. This time it feels like you continue for a lifetime. My nipples are becoming more and more sensitive, burning and tingling beneath your fingers. Finally it gets too much and I can't help but cover myself. I think that's what you were almost hoping for. 

"Get your hands back behind your back or I'll tie them there until morning," you growl, your hand going around my neck and pushing me backwards until I'm pressed against the side of the car. Your grip on my neck tightens as I struggle to resume my position. Once my hands are out of the way, you keep your hand around my neck, using your other hand to slap my thighs a few times until I open my legs.

You then return your attention to my tits. Any time I try to beg you to stop, your grip on my throat tightens. It gets to the point that my need to beg you isn't for you to stop but to fuck me. Your continued harsh treatment has got me desperate for you. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I realise this. 

"What's wrong little sub? Enjoying this too much?" You taunt me, letting your hand drift down, "what will I find if I let my hand between your legs? Just what I thought, your slutty little whore cunt is wet. You are absolutely dripping wet."

I let my head drop forward as you let go of my neck, trying to hide my shame. 

"Tell me what you want. Look at me, and tell me what you want sub."

I look up at you, but I can't get the words out of my mouth, I can't get my tongue to work, I can't get myself to admit it. 

"Tell me. I will not tell you again," you say, ending your sentence with a sharp slap across my face. 

"I want you Sir," I try, whispering to him. 

"Not good enough. Tell me exactly what you need right now," he spanks my thigh, "or I'll just have to assume you want to go home."

I shake my head, letting him know that last bit is not the case. "Well, speak up," he responds. 

"I...I...I need you to fuck me Sir. I need you to fuck me hard Sir. Please Sir, please, I need you inside me Sir," I manage to stutter out, my head immediately dropping again with embarrassment. 

"And how would you like me to fuck you? With my cock? With my tongue? With my fingers? With my fist? Tell me sub, tell me."

"Anyway you want Sir, please just fuck me Sir," I'm desperate now. I can feel my pussy tingling and contracting, wanting you, needing you. 

"One day, you'll regret saying that."

I don't take it in though, as your fingers are exploring my pussy the way only you know how. You're pulling my lips, finding the opening. My lips are swollen with lust, my hips are moving back and forth trying to encourage you deeper. But you take your time. One fingertip grazes over my clit and I feel it all through my body. My legs are shaking, my nipples are still stinging. Without warning I feel your fingers inside me. Three fingers shoved deep into me. I feel my pussy being gently stretched by you as you move them in and out. I can almost feel an orgasm building when you take them away. 

"Oh please, please Sir, please do that again. Please Sir," I beg, letting my cries of disappointment free. 

"You'll need to be more specific. What do you want me to do?"

"I, I want you to finger me again Sir," I whisper shyly. 

"I think it was something else about it that you enjoyed more, isn't it slut?"

I'm nodding, trying to give myself courage to speak the words, "please use your fingers and your hand to stretch me Sir."

You shake your head, "stretch where sub? You want me stretch your arms? Stretch your jaw? Where sub?"

I can tell you're enjoying my discomfort now. I'm shifting from foot to foot, unable to meet your gaze. You grip my chin in your fingers and lift my face to yours. "Where sub?"

"Please use your fingers to stretch my pussy Sir? Please, Sir, please?"

I barely get out the last please before I feel your hand at my pussy again. Not just three fingers this time. You rub your hand back and forth, coating yourself in my juices before starting to push into me. I start to feel full and then feel that incredible, indescribable pleasure that comes as you start to reach the widest part of your hand. You pull back slightly, watching me as I try to follow your hand. 

"Fuck my fist whore, if you really want it, then fuck it."

My eyes meet yours and I understand I've got not option. I need this. I start to move up and down on your hand. You keep steady as you feel me pushing down onto your hand. I want more, I want to fall off the edge into the orgasm I know I can get from your fist. I keep moving, fucking your fist harder and harder. I can feel your entire hand is inside me. To your wrist. 

"Please may I cum Sir? Please Sir? Please?" I beg, continuing to fuck your fist. 

I get no response. "Please Sir, please, please, I can't do this for much longer. Please Sir? I can't hold back Sir. Please Sir, ple..." I can't finish my sentence as I get to the point where I need you to give me permission, where I need you to tell me to cum. I can't speak. I can only focus on my pussy, already contracting lightly around your hand. 

I'm still moving on you, but I start to realise you're pulling away from me. Your knuckles slip from my pussy and I am almost sent over the edge by that. If it weren't for the hard, sharp spank you landed on my thigh I would have came instantaneously. My pussy muscles are still contracting, trying desperately to fuck something. I let out the cry of frustration I feel. Angry at you for getting me so close, for taking it away. I'm looking at you with anger, my breathing still rapid, my chest rising and falling, my arms still trapped behind my back against the car. 

You see the look in my eyes and simply smile at me, "I told you. You're mine. And those orgasms you so love to have? They're mine too. Accept it."

As he's speaking the anger dissolves and I recognise his control over me once again. I feel the frustration in how empty my pussy feels. Wanting him to fill it again. Wanting him to give me permission for what I need. 

I lower my eyes to the ground, "yes Sir."

He grabs hold of the leash still dangling between my tits and pulls sharply on it. I'm forced to bend forwards. I only just remember to keep my hands behind my back. I try to walk quickly to keep up with you, but you stop and wrap the leash around my neck a couple times, gripping the handle and a fistful of hair instead. This makes me keep up. 

I'm trying to see where we're going, but I can't make anything out. You stop and pull open a big heavy metal door, pulling me upright by the hair at the same time. The space inside is lit with hanging lamps. It looks almost industrial. Smooth cement floor. Concrete walls. There are beams running the entire length of it, with hooks along a few. There are pillars every so often all up the centre in two rows. In the middle of the room are two tables and a bed. To the sides I see other beds and tables. It's some sort of bunker. A very well protected, hidden away bunker. I start to realise just how remote it's likely to be. How unlikely there is to be anyone around. This relaxes me at first. But then the reality of that settles in. No one around, means no one to hear me. 


All His Fantasies



Paul hung up his coat when he got home. His kids were at their grandmothers house for the weekend, so it would be just him and his lovely wife, Cynthia. She'd said she'd have a surprise for him when he got home tonight, and he was eager to find out what it was. He found a note on the stand by the door that she was waiting for him in their room.

He smiled and started up the stairs. He saw her shirt on one of the stairs, and decided to take his own off, along with his tie. Atop the stairs, he saw her bra, and her pants, leading a trail to their room. He eagerly undressed, and by the time he reached the door, he was naked, his thick 7 inch cock rock hard. 

"I'm coming for you babe," he said as he opened the door...and there was no one there. Another note, along with a silk scarf lay on their bed. "Put this on," read the note. Curious and excited, he put it on, "OK, I'm blindfolded, now what?" 

"Stand up and put your hands behind your back," said a voice in answer. 

Paul stood, "Mmmm, you wanna play huh? Ok" and he put his hands behind his back. Someone walked behind him and snapped a pair of cold, metal handcuffs on his wrists. A soft breath blew in his ear from behind.

"Tonight, all your fantasies will be real," the voice said, nibbling his ear. "Are you ready?"

Paul shivered. The voice didn't sound quite like Cynthia's, but he was very turned on. "Yes, I am." He said. He was then pushed against the wall, bending him over. 

"Hey, wait, what's this?" He askd, suddenly a little unsure. Then he felt something press against his anus, and he gasped. "No, not that please." 

The voice giggled. "I thought you'd like it. Isn't that what you said?"

He had a brief flashback to telling Cynthia that he would, but he never thought she'd actually do it! He started to squirm, slipping away, making the blindfold slip a little. He rubbed his head against the wall to make it slip off more, to reveal a stunning brunette standing in front of him, wearing nothing but the 7 inch strapon that she wanted to impale his ass with. "Who're you," he asked.

"This is Alyssa," he heard his wife say. She walked out similarly clad in nothing but a strapon. She slipped an arm around Alyssa, rubbing her 32D breasts against Alyssa's 36C's. "I found her for us, what do you think? She's going to help us fulfill all our fantasies." 

Paul couldn't help but be stunned. "You're as beautiful as my wife," he told her. 

"Thank you. Now get on the bed on all fours," Alyssa told him.

He was still so mesmerized by the two beautiful women that he obeyed. Cynthia got behind him. "Dont worry sweetie, this won't hurt much, and you won't make any noise." 

He was about to ask why, when Alyssa suddenly grabbed his hair and forced him to suck her fake cock, making it hit the back of his throat. He tried to moan a protest when suddenly he felt his ass invaded again, this time the cock gotin him. He moaned into the cock louder, trying to pull away. Cynthia swatted his ass. "Yeah see, I told you he'd take em both." 

Alyssa grinned. "Yeah, he's really liking mine, aren't you?" She slid it out of his mouth. "Y-y-es I am," he said, gasping for breath and moaning as his wife kept thrusting into his ass. "Wanna switch?" Alyssa asked. 

"Sure," Cynthia said, smiling and kissing an ass cheek, leaving a red lip mark. "That means you're mine, you know that, right sweetie?"

She looked at him as she and Alyssa switched places. He nodded, and she slapped her fake cock on his cheek, which he obidently took in his mouth as Alyssa started fucking his ass. He moaned, feeling so turned on by the double teaming. 

After they'd both had their fun with his ass, they pulled out of him, and Alyssa took his handcuffed hands and pulled him so he was laying on his back. Alyssa crawled over to Cynthia, who opened her legs, accepting Alyssa's fake cock in her pussy, kissing her deeply.

Cynthia turned to Paul and said sweetly, "Enjoy the show." then turned back to Alyssa, kissing her and moaning as Alyssa fucked her pussy as good as Paul would. Paul could only watch, he couldn't even jack off like he so wanted to. His hard cock quivered has their moans filled his ears, watching his wife as she writhed in orgasm around the fake cock, kissing Alyssa. 

When Alyssa had finished, she pulled her cock out of Cynthia, and took it off. "Did you think I'd forget about you,"She said to him tartly. Alyssa mounted his cock and sank down, taking his full erection in her. Cynthia straddled his face, and made him clean up her sweet cum, a task he always enjoyed doing. He moaned louder and louder as Alyssa continued to ride him, harder and faster, then jumped off as he got close to cumming. Cynthia too, leaned over and they licked and sucked him until his cock burst, licking up the hot streams of cum as best they could. Cynthia got off him and unlocked the cuffs. 

"I love you," she told him. "I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh I did," he said, and wrapped his arms around the women.



All His Fault



It was all Uncle Frank's fault that Nancy was so horny that morning. He had spanked his 18 year old niece the night before for making a mess in the kitchen. Then, to add to her punishment, he put a suppository up her ass and made her do 30 minutes of corner time. The last 10 minutes were pure hell, standing there bare ass naked, clinching her ass cheeks, trying not to fidget, getting the paddle across her skinny little ass every time she moved a fraction of an inch.

That morning Uncle Frank had spanked her again, and then did something new to arouse and embarrass and humiliate her.

Uncle was constantly experimenting on her with different types of enemas and suppositories. Nancy loved it when he took his time, giving her 2 or 3 warm water enemas, sometimes using a bottle of warm Champaign the last time. G-d, she loved it when Uncle playing with her pussy and rubbing her swollen little belly, letting her suck his cock, before she took a shower and then receiving his thick cock in her ass.

When Uncle was really horny and wanted her in the ass, he would give her a Fleet enema, the small chemical bottle kind they sell in all the drug stores. Nancy couldn’t hold it for more than a minute or two, and then she would wipe and wipe herself. Then Uncle would be in her, with not much lube, making it hurt when he stuffed his cock up her tight little ass. G-d, she both hated and loved it when he ripped her a new asshole. She could feel every inch of his cock just after an enema, could feel every spurt of his hot cum when he climaxed.

That morning, Uncle had spanked her again, and while she was still over his knees and smarting from the hairbrush, Uncle did something different. After playing with her smooth little pussy for a while and getting her really crazy, he spread the cheeks of her tight little ass and put something different into her, not the Pocket Rocket vibrator and not his finger or the familiar enema tube.

The nozzle was small, about the same size as the Fleet enema, but it felt different. Then he squeezed the small bulb and shot something into her rectum.

"Its liquid glycerin, the same stuff as the suppositories. I found it in the drug store yesterday when I was picking up a prescription. When I come back, you'll have to tell me how long you could hold it."

Then Frank Morgan helped his skinny little 18 year old niece off his lap, told her to stand in the corner as long as possible.

Well, Nancy lasted almost 20 minutes, without trying too hard, because Uncle Frank wasn’t there to keep her honest. Then she took a shower and got back into bed. Without permission, Nan decided to sneak a workout with the Pocket Rocket before her Uncle came back. Which turned out to be a gigantic mistake!

Nancy looked up from the bed to see her Uncle standing in the doorway, arms crossed, watching her, a smug look on his face.

“Did you have permission" Uncle asked his niece.

"Um ... no Sir...but I couldn't wait ... please ... Sir ...I was so horny."

Uncle told the little girl to put the Pocket Rocket down, to shut it off, to put it on my nightstand.

“Now, get out of bed Nancy.” He is so serious, and the little 18 year old was afraid.

She’s naked, of course, and pissed off that she had been so stupid.

‘Damn it why did you catch me....you weren't supposed to be home for another hour ....’

"You little slut, you stupid, horny little tramp, you just can't keep your hands way from your pussy. You’re worse then your mother when she was your age."

Nancy looks down at the floor and blushes. ‘Did he fuck my mom in the ass when she was my age,’ Nancy asks herself. Then I take my belt from my trousers, and double it over.

"Get over by the wall, a foot away, you know the position."

'G-d, I hate it when he punishes me like that,' you say to yourself as you stand two feet away from the wall. First you spread your legs, then put your arms up over your head, and then lean forward. You know you have to support yourself, and you know you're going to get the belt not only on your tight little ass, but on the backs of your legs all the way down to your knees.

I start with the belt, the belt of heavy braided leather, the one that leaves a pattern on your ass.

Thwak! Thwak!

'Christ, it hurts, and he's only hit me twice,' you think to yourself.

I keep it up for about five minutes, more than enough to get you whimpering. Then I get the clothes pins and clip them on your little pink nipples. They're already hard, and you gasp as I snap each one in place.

"You're a pathetic, horny slut. If you had your way, you'd stay in bed and jerk off all day long."

Thwak! Thawk!

"I'm sorry Uncle Frank, really I am."

"Not good enough."

Thwak! Thawk!

Every once in a while I snap the belt straight up, into your split wet cunt.

"Oh, G-d, not that ... please ... not that …"

"You're pathetic when you beg," and I whip you in the cunt again.

"Ahhhh!"

"Now, get on the bed, on your back."

My cock is rock hard and I'm dying to fuck you. In a flash my trousers and underwear are off. You spread your legs and I'm kneeling between your skinny thighs. Then I'm in you, in your tight hot cunt. You bring your knees up to your perky little tits and I fuck you with slow, deep strokes.

"Put you legs over my shoulders," I tell you, and I go in deeper, harder, making you whimper.

"Slut, you can't get enough."

I keep up the pace, then start to fuck you faster. Then I stop for a moment and reach to the nightstand for the pocket rocket. Its coated with your dry cunt juice. I turn it on and press it against the pucker, to try to force it up your ass.

"Ahhhh ... please ... it hurts. Don’t make me take it dry. Please.take it out and lube it."

I take the rocket and press it against your lips.

"Lick it. Get it nice and wet so it will go in easier."

Nancy has given her Uncle a few rim jobs so she knows ass tastes like. I push it into her mouth, and she tastes her pussy juice, tries to get it was wet as possible.

Then I force the rocket into her tight rectum. She winces in pain as I put it in an inch or two, deep enough to feel the vibrations through the membrane, to let her feel the vibrations in her vagina as I start to fuck you again.

Then I lean forward, as I fuck my skinny nice harder and harder.

"Uncle Frank, please, my legs, they hurt in this position ..."

"Wrap them around me ... hold me tight ... my lovely slut"

You wrap your legs around my waist and I let all of my weight down on your chest. Without having to be told, you hold your arms over your head with your wrists crossed. I hold your wrists in place as I grind my chest against your nipples and press the clips into your tiny tits. You feel the pain ... you love the pain ...

"Ahhhhh."

It only takes five or six more strokes, very hard, very deep, and you start to climax. I feel the trembling in your legs as you squeeze me tight. I stab you with my cock as hard as I can, three more strokes, slowly, deliberately, in your tight wet cunt, and then four or five more, very quickly ...

"Oh ... oh ... oh my G-d" is all I say as you feel my hot cum inside of you.

I collapse on your chest and smile. When the trembling stops, I kiss you gently on the lips.

"Thank you, my love." There is nothing else to say.

Finally my cock is soft, and I roll off of you. Then you kiss my chest, kiss your way down my body, and finally start to lick your pussy juice off my shriveled penis. You take me in your mouth and I start to get hard again. I put my hand between your skinny legs as you gently suck my cock. Your pussy is wet with your juice and my cum. I rub the slippery mixture against your clit as you tease me, as you work your tongue into my pee hole.

"Please, Uncle Frank, I want you again."

"Kneel."

The vibrator has slipped out of your rectum. I stand at the edge of the bed and you move closer as I position my cock against the pucker of your tight little asshole. My cock is wet from your mouth. I press and you exhale and I gradually push my way into your incredibly tight butt. Fucking you in the ass is like having a virgin every time. When I'm all the way in, I reach around and grasp one of your tits. I squeeze your sore nipple and you gasp.

"Ohhhhh."

I squeeze your nipple harder as I start to fuck you in the ass. You know this time I'm going to last and last and last. I slide my other hand between your legs and start to rub your clit. You know you'll cum two or three times before you finally feel my hot cum in your ass ...



All His



I can feel the shiver running down my spine, as fear trickles trough my mind. You drag me over the centre of the room as I become aware of my predicament. There's all sorts of toys laid out on one table. On the other there's nothing. The bed is bare aside from a mattress. 

You stand me in front of the table of toys. And leave me there. I daren't risk looking to see where you go. My eyes roam over the array of toys. Tools. Things with which you can cause me endless pain and pleasure with. I spy some new things, things I've never even seen before. There's a new paddle, with holes cut out. I've read they cause more pain. There's several pairs of nipple clamps. A lot of rope. Your cane. The mutual favourite wand. Your nasty black whip. The beautiful flogger. Several different vibrators, a couple of new ones beside the glass dildo and my own gspot vibrator. A butt plug. Lube. The pin wheel. My head starts to feel fuzzy. 

I can't decide whether the feeling coursing through me is fear or excitement. Or maybe a little bit of both.

I can't hear you moving around behind me. I'm guessing you're watching me. Watching my reaction to the toys before me. I try to steady my breathing, to relax my shoulders, to clear my mind. The leash is still wrapped around my neck, the metal no longer cool, soaking in the heat from my skin. Despite this, I'm still shivering. 

"Turn around."

I immediately comply. Turning slowly to face you. My feet bare on the concrete floor that I'd barely noticed until now. It's so smooth, but holds no heat at all. It's almost soothing. 

You're stood across the room from me, beneath one of the full length beams. Above you is a length of rope hanging down from one of the hooks. You're holding some rope in your hands. You beckon me over. 

I drop to my knees, placing my hands on the cool floor and start to crawl to you. I've never done this without encouragement before. But the air in here is full of expectation, I know what you want from me. I know you want my submission, my complete submission, you want me to give myself to you with no barriers. The way I did the afternoon you branded me as yours forever. 

The delicate mark is a permanent reminder of both that afternoon and of your ownership of me. By crawling to you I am acknowledging your position above me. I take my time, knowing you will watch my body as I approach you. My breasts are capturing most of your attention, you watch them more than anything, making me blush. I can see your cock hard in your trousers. Hard for me. That makes my pussy flood with juices, running down my already wet thighs. I'm feeling slightly tender from your fist, but it's easing with every movement I make. 

I reach your feet and sit back on my heels, keeping my knees apart and replace my arms behind my back. You walk behind me, pushing my head towards the ground, causing my ass to raise into the air. I'm feeling exposed, my cheek laid against the floor, my nipples grazing it too and my cunt glistening with wetness, clearly visible to you. My clear, unmarked ass is in your sights too. You can't help but take a photo. Something to compare later on you say. 

And then I realise why you've let my skin clear over the past couple of weeks. You want a blank canvas. Something fresh to start on. You want to see just how much I can take, how much I can withstand in one session. My heart stops for a second as I take this in. Realising the full extent of my predicament, before I relax into the warmth of your hand caressing my backside. 

The first spank is welcome, I've missed it. The sting and the heat it causes. The tingle as the initial sting wears off. Each spank after that gets harder. I start off silent, but before long I am moaning, groaning with the pleasure. Once my entire ass and thighs are burning, you drag your fingernails over it, crisscrossing over my skin until I try to wriggle away. You spank me 6 times hard, I take that as a warning as you start to scratch my ass again. You take away all contact for a moment, letting the sensations build and build until they start to dissipate. 

You start again, faster this time, not varying the landing as much until you are focused purely on my sensitive sit spot. Your hand moving only between the two sides of my ass. I scream out a few times, try to move away, but you don't let me. I feel the sole of your shoe pressing down on my hair, I can't move an inch without causing my hair to pull painfully. Your other hand holds my arms in place in the small of my back. I've ended up lay on my front now, my body flat against the concrete as you spank my ass over and over. I'm begging you, pleading with you to stop, but it's no use. 

My body is reacting. As is my mind. I'm feeling woozy and turned on. I need you. The way you had tortured my nipples earlier was nothing in comparison to this, and the need it is causing is ten times as bad. I want you to fuck me. 

You finally stop, standing up and staring down at me. I'm looking up at you as I lay on the floor below you, my body still now. My ass feels like it's on fire. 

"Sit up. Ass on the ground. NOW!" You command as I don't move quick enough. My arms are shaky as I roll myself over. I know this won't be pleasant. As my ass comes in contact with the ground, wave after wave of pain sets through me. I can feel my inner thighs are sticking together with how turned on I am. I try to hide this, to keep my legs together, but you get your foot between my knees and push them apart, nudging them further until you are satisfied. I close my eyes in embarrassment as I hear you laugh at my blatant arousal. 

I'm leaning back supporting myself with my arms when you tell me to give you my wrists. This causes me to put even more pressure on my delicate ass. You proceed to tie my wrists individually, leaving a small connecting piece of rope. You use this to haul me to standing, and I'm grateful for the loss of contact with the ground. 

You pull me over to beneath the hanging rope, and lift my arms above my head. Using the hanging rope to pull my arms tightly above my head. I don't have much room to manoeuvre. Only a couple of steps in each direction before my arms are being pulled on and I'll be on my tip toes. 

Naked and stretched out before you, I stand flat on both feet with my legs together. Your eyes travelling down my body. I see you frown as you reach my thighs and I quickly spread my legs apart as far as they'll go. You nod approval. I feel exposed and vulnerable, yet safe beneath your gaze, beneath your hands. 

You walk around me in a circle several times, pausing only to caress or scratch my freshly spanked ass. Moans escaping my mouth. You bring a bottle of water to me, ordering me to drink. I do as I'm told, grateful for the drink. The next thing you hold up to my mouth is a ball gag. I'm wary, but accept it without fuss. 

"Comfortable?" You ask sarcastically. 

I mumble out a response, "yes Sir." Equally as sarcastic in tone. I should have just nodded. The slap across my face convinced me of that. 

"No backchat. I don't want a brat. I want obedience."

I nod, trying to apologise but it's useless as I can't get the words out. I think you understand my apology as you bring you hand up to my cheek again, this time in a caress. I press into your hand, appreciating the gentle contact. 

You step away from me, going behind me. The first stroke of the flogger barely even registers as pain, as you bring it down on my back. It feels soothing. Relaxing. The gentle caress of it lulls me into that false sense of security I know is likely to be torn away from me at any point. You continue with the flogger, reddening my back, my thighs, glancing over my burning ass. You get harder with it, I feel the nerves in my back coming alive with every thud. Then you start pulling back with every stroke until just the tips are slicing across my skin, stinging me, making me yelp, making me dance under your command. You move around to my front, letting the throngs fall along my sides, letting me feel the sting in my ribs, my underarms, my hips. This stings more than anything and I'm desperately trying to wriggle out of your reach. 

You start harsher on my breasts, not holding back. The throngs falling on my chest, over my nipples, the undersides of my tits harder than you began on my back. Every thud, every stroke making me moan. You move down my tummy, letting it fall across every inch of me, watching my body twist and turn, trying to pull on the ropes holding my wrists. It's useless. I'm helpless to whatever you give me. 

My thighs are your focus now, you're enjoying the moans and yelps I'm giving you every time the flogger reaches and bites at my sensitive pussy lips. The wetness making each connection sting more. The falls are wrapping around my thigh, adding to the intensity of the sting. I'm moving my hips now, stuck in my mind, not knowing whether I want to push towards you, wanting you to fuck me or whether to pull away from you, wanting you to stop. 

You move back up my body, letting the ends kiss my skin, bite it, sting it. Sensitising every inch of my body to your touch. The ends of the throngs slice over my nipples, again and again, bringing them such agony, the tenderness from earlier heightening every stroke. 

I can feel my mind slipping away until there is no thought. All I can think of is how each stroke feels, how your eyes burn into my body. How you watch my every movement, hear every single moan, gasp, whimper, cry and squeal that comes out of my lips. How I want more and more. 

You move around to my back again, going over my entire back, ass and thighs once more keeping my body in such a state that I can't process anything. 

You throw the flogger over onto the bed, your hands on me instantly. Soothing then scratching. You walk away and return, I feel the sharp edges of the pinwheel over me. You run it up the centre of my back, over my spine, making me shiver and moan under it. You run it around my side, making me giggle from the tickling sensation, jerking away from you. But I can only go so far. You drag it over my nipples, sideways, letting it scrape over them. 

You roll it down my tummy, around my sides, making me giggle again. I wriggle around in front of you. You're running it over my pussy now, along my lips, letting it just touch my clit. 

"Please, please Sir, please," I'm unsure exactly what I'm begging for through the gag. Whether for you to stop, or keep going or for more, I can't decide. All three I think. 

You let your fingers dip into my pussy, feeling the heat emanating from me, feeling how tight I am around your fingers yet how easily they slide inside. 

Three...four...you fuck me slowly and deliberately with four fingers. 

"Cum for me, like the whore you are," you tell me. 

I need no further encouragement, falling into my orgasm with abandon, moaning as I grasp your fingers deep inside me with every upward thrust. My cum dripping out over your hand, down your arm. As it subsides, my body hangs loosely from the bonds. No longer able to hold myself up with any sense of meaning, it is all I can do to hold myself up enough so as not to pull on my arms any more than they are already. My body has surrendered to you Sir. My mind too. I'm gone. You see it in my eyes as I gaze at you, patiently yet desperately awaiting your next instruction. 

You hold your hand up to my mouth, pulling the gag out. I understand with no words, and start to lick, to clean my cum from your fingers and arm. I'm licking my lips after I'm done, enjoying the taste. I don't expect the next thing I feel. 

The paddle. The sharp sting that emanates from my ass where it lands makes me scream. You don't stop, landing it on me over and over and over. 

"Present your ass to me sub. Stop trying to get away. You cannot get away. Accept it."

I follow your command, despite the sting. The ones that follow after I've pushed my ass towards you are different though. Sharper. The new paddle. I can't keep myself from pulling away after each blow, but I move back to position each time. I want to please you. I want you to reward me. 

"How many is that sub?"

"I, I don't know Sir. I'm sorry Sir, please, I didn't know I should be counting Sir," I blurt out, in shock. 

"Well, you had better start counting this time, out loud. I want to hear your appreciation," as you bring it down on me again. 

"One, thank you Sir," I gasp out. This is beyond anything I've felt before, the sting is the entire length and breadth of the paddle that lands on my skin. 

You pause. I think, rather stupidly, that maybe that's it. 

You appear in front of me, I raise my eyes to yours, catching a glimpse of the clamps in your hand. You play with my tits, pulling my nipples, making them hard and ready for the clamps. You watch my eyes. Normally I can handle the clamps as they go on. But my nipples are already so sore from your use that I struggle. I keep closing my eyes, which just makes you take your time, waiting on me opening my eyes again. When it's finally on, I let my head drop forwards with relief before looking at you again. The second is easier. But I forget about the weights you like to add. You clip three onto the chain, making me scream out each time. You lift them in the air, taking the weight off my nipples. Then drop them back down. This really makes me scream. You pull them forward and let them swing back down, I'm begging you again, but you keep pushing them, letting them build momentum. Once you're satisfied, you return to paddling my ass. I keep messing up counting. My nipples are distracting me, making it difficult to focus, to speak up. You don't care for excuses. In all you smack my ass with the paddle 33 times...but I only manage to count to twelve consecutively once, after the initial 21. 

My arms are aching, my legs, my entire body is shaking. My cunt is still streaming wet. I'm so far gone I can barely register the pain. All I know is I don't want you to stop, but I also desperately want you to stop at the same time. 

I'm surprised then by the sound of the paddle clattering to the ground. Your hand is at my pussy again, spreading me open with your fingers. Then I feel what I really want. Your cock. My pussy is greedy for your cock, as soon as I feel the head inside me, my muscles are working around you, desperately pulling you into me. 

Every thrust against my red, marked ass makes me cry out, but I'm begging you to fuck me hard. Your fingers are digging into my hips, hurting me just as much. The chain on the clamps swinging freely with every thrust, making the clamps tug and tighten on my nipples. 

"You're mine. Mine. This," you grab my collar, "shows that I'm your owner. This," your fingers trace over your brand, "shows that you are mine. Mine."

"I'm yours Sir. I belong to your Sir. You own me Sir. Thank you Sir, thank you for fucking your sub Sir, thank you Sir, thank you, thank you," I feel like I'm shouting, but I'm barely speaking above a whisper. You hear every word. 

You reach up and release my hands, pulling out of my pussy, leaving me begging you to fuck me more. Instead you push me to my knees and come round to my mouth. I don't wait for you to tell me, I'm licking your cock as soon as you're there, tasting myself for the second time that night. Your precum gathering at the tip, ready for my tongue to lick it off. I swallow that before letting my lips surround your head, my tongue still working on that sensitive spot underneath. I wet your cock with my tongue, before sliding down to the base, feeling you in my throat. I gag, but that only makes you grab hold of my head and hold me down. You let me go only momentarily. My eyes are watering. I'm looking up at you. My submissive eyes, full of need, desire, lust, looking up at you. You start to cum. I watch you as you let go. As you growl, groan, curse and thrust your orgasm into my mouth. I let your cum gather on my tongue, moving my lips over the head, tightening, squeezing every last drop from your cock. 

You pull out of my mouth, "don't swallow it."

I nod my understanding. It's feeling sticky on my lips, but I daren't lick them for fear of any escaping. I'm tasting you constantly, saliva building in my mouth as I stop myself from swallowing. 

You push me down, telling me to rest my head on the floor. My hands are still tied in front of me and I leave them on the floor, under my body. I only just manage to stop myself from touching my pussy. 

I'm floating in sub space now. All I care about is pleasing you. My ass is smarting, the pain is intense from the combination of your hand, the flogger and the paddles. 

"Do not swallow my cum, until after the count of 6 sub." All I can do is nod. 

The swish through the air is the only indication I have of what is to come next. But I'm so far gone I don't piece it together quick enough. The cane lands firmly on my sit spot. I scream as well as I can with my mouth full. The next stroke comes before I've fully recovered from the last. Then the third...the fourth...the fifth...I scream out then, my mouth opening. I've managed not to swallow, but now your cum spills from my mouth down my chin onto the floor. I close my mouth quickly, keeping in the rest. The sixth is the hardest and I swallow quickly before screaming. 

You come round in front of me. Crouching down, you point at the little puddle next to my face. 

"What is this? Do you not appreciate what I give you, you ungrateful little bitch."

"I'm sorry Sir, I'm sorry, please forgive me, I'm sorry. I couldn't help but scream Sir. Of course I appreciate what you give me Sir, I'm so sorry Sir," I'm trying to explain as I'm still seeing stars when I close my eyes from the sharp pain I'm feeling from the welts. They'll be raised for weeks. 

"Lick it up then."

I have the same feeling of dread as I did the first time you told me to lick your shoes, the feeling of how could I possibly do something so depraved. 

But I don't even think about it, I just do it. I lick up every drop of your cum that I spilled, desperate to show you my appreciation, my devotion. 

"You filthy little whore," you say as I start, "you must realise how you look to me right now? Like a depraved little slut, just there to please me." You spit on my face as I finish. All I can do is close my eyes, letting the humiliation wash over me. My entire body is alive with arousal and pain. 

You grab me up by my hair, bringing me up to my knees. You drag me over to the bed and pull me up on to it. You proceed to tie me down. You start by untying my wrists before pulling each one through my legs and holding them to my ankles. I got the message and stayed like that. You first tied each wrist to ankle, then attached me to the spreader bar. I whimpered at the vulnerability of my situation. I couldn't move. I couldn't close my legs. 

My nipples were still clamped and only just not touching the mattress. They felt like they were on fire. This pain soon took a back seat as you started to tap the cane against my thighs. It wasn't particularly hard, but it felt worse on my flogged flesh. Each stroke got harder and harder. I struggled under you, you watched as welts started to appear on my thighs. You moved up and down my thighs, letting the stripes develop under your gaze. 

You moved down to my calves, letting the cane fall rapidly over me. I'm moaning, gasping, begging you. You don't listen. 

I feel you rest the cane over my ass. 

"You only got the first six earlier. Count the last six sub. And thank me. Show me who you belong to, show me your appreciation."

You start, and I count. I manage to keep up. Every single stroke is just below the other 6, adding a new pain, yet contributing to the existing one at the same time. I count loud and clear for you, almost shouting by the time I get to the sixth. 




All His



You barely give me any time to compose myself before rolling me over onto my back. You take the weights from the clamps chain and detach the chain in the middle, before pulling each single chain up to wrap around the spreader bar. You attach them in place so any movement to protect my ass or pussy is stopped by the intense pain I'll feel in my nipples. 

You go to the table and pick up the flogger and the black whip. I'm shaking my head, not sure if I can take any more. You start to flog my exposed flesh, catching my pussy every time. Intermittently, you use the leather whip, causing a sting strong enough to make my eyes water. You keep going and going, stopping only when your arm aches. Your fingers once more at my pussy. The wand is in your other hand and you start to finger me, slowly, letting my brain try to understand the difference in touch from the previous harsh treatment. My thighs and ass an pussy are still stinging from the combination of the whip and flogger, but I still want your roughness. It's not long before you give me it. Pounding your fist into me, telling me not to cum, not to dare cum. Pulling out just as I'm about to. Working your fist back into me, letting me build and build again, before once more pulling out. I'm begging, trying to meet your hand, to follow it as it leaves me. 

You push your entire fist into me once more, "if you want to cum, you have to first pull the clamps off. Then, and only then, you have my permission to cum."

I don't even think about it. I start to pull the spreader bar away from my body, letting the chains pull tight. At first I give up, letting them slacken again. But I can feel my orgasm building once more and I want it so badly. I pull against the chains once more, feeling the clamps sliding off my nipples to the very edge before releasing me. The suddenness, the pain, the intensity of the blood rushing back into them causes my cunt to contract around your hand so strong as I cum. I cum so hard I almost pass out. I'm in a state of satisfaction that I've never felt before. Your hand is on my face, bringing me back down from the high. 

"I'm not finished yet, little sub."

I groan, needing to rest. But I understand. This is for your pleasure, not mine. 

You untie me from the spreader bar, giving me 5 minutes to stretch my muscles. I'm aching all over, still on a high from my orgasm. I don't even watch you. I lie back with my eyes closed, listening to the sounds of you moving around. I lie and remember your cum in my mouth, licking my cum from your hand. My eyes are still closed as I feel you tie my wrists together once more. I can't even try to object. You pull me to my feet and over to where I stood before. You kiss me deeply as you raise my hands up again, attaching them above my head. 

I hold onto the top above this time, needing the extra support. You tie the spreader bar to my ankles again. Keeping me spread open for you. 

In this position, there is no hiding. 

You start with your hands, moving over my body, over every inch of me that you have already flogged. Caressing, stroking, scratching, nipping, spanking. You follow with your tongue in places, your teeth in others. Hard enough to almost break the skin at times. I'm a wreck now. A bundle of nerves, every button being pushed. Every single nerve ending is standing to attention, awaiting whatever is next. 

You let me be for a minute. Deciding what next. I feel the softness of the flogger as you swish it lightly against my back. You don't keep it light for long. Heavy, hard thuds follow before you let the ends snap against me. Moving around me, getting my entire body, over and over, again and again. I'm leaning into every stroke now. My eyes are heavy with lust as I watch you, as I watch you circle my body like a predator, your own eyes bright with desire, watching me take your cruel treatment. 

The little black whip you decide next. You use this gently at first, which still produces a sharp sting. As you did with the flogger, you work my entire body with it. My marked, red, burning body. The whip leaves little red marks like claw marks, half crescent shapes, dotted all over my body. I scream and writhe under this one. 

Then you swish the cane through the air next to me. I jump. You tap it over my body, leaving stripes wherever it touches. You rest it against my tits, across both, before bringing it sharply down on them. 

My reaction pleases you, you like the way I screw my eyes shut and mouth the word one. You continue this up to eleven, watching me mouth each stroke number and watching the welts appear on my breasts.

Before the twelfth, you reach out and trace your brand again, as you do I can't help but whisper, "yours Sir." You bring the cane down directly over both nipples as I almost scream out, "twelve."

I hear the buzz of the wand before I feel it. I don't know if I can take it. Not that I have the choice. You press it against my pussy hard, getting me close to cumming then cruelly taking it away. I'm begging you, softly at first, getting more and more desperate until finally, as I'm about to give up hope of ever being allowed to cum, I hear those words leave your mouth, "cum for your Master."

I let go, loudly, "I'm cumming Sir. Thank you Sir," then from there I'm a mess of moaning and incoherent words. 

"Keep cumming, as much as you can. You have permission my little sub."

I don't need any more encouragement than that. As the first subsides, the second is already there. I shake violently against my bonds. Struggling to keep upright. I'm hanging from my wrists after the second one and you let me down, laying me back on the cold concrete floor. My back and my ass is on fire still and this just heightens it, as you keep the wand on me, you trap me in place with your knee on the spreader bar. 

I loose count of how many time I cum. When I think I can't take any more you work your fingers into me, fucking me hard with two, then three, then four, then your entire fist again. The final time I cum, my back arches up off the ground and you feel every single muscle clench tightly around your fist. Taking the wand off, you slowly pull your fist out of my used cunt. I'm dripping wet still, my cum covering your fist and my lips, running down over my ass on to the floor. 

You pull me up to my feet and the replace me on the floor on my knees, my face right above the puddle of my own cum. You quickly tie my wrists together behind my back before pushing your cock into my mouth. You're hot and heavy on my tongue and I feel your precum dripping out into my throat. Your hands reach down to play with my tits, you feel every vibration from my squeals of pleasure and pain as you tug on my abused nipples. 

Pulling out, you reach around my neck for my leash, and throw it over my shoulder. Moving behind me, letting me collapse onto the floor, you hold onto the leash and wrap it around my arms. Causing just a slight difficulty in breathing, enough to make me aware. 

"Clean up the mess you made. Lick up your cum like you did mine." You watch as I do it with no hesitation. 

As I finish you pull me up and back using my arms, the leash attaching the collar to my arms and pulling my head back. Your cock pushes into my swollen, used pussy. That brings me back down, it brings be back to you, as you fill my pussy with your cock. You don't move at first. You just push in, balls deep and wait. 

I start moving before you do, begging you, "please Sir, please fuck me. Please use your little sub Sir, please, please..."

You take over, fucking the last please from my lips. I can feel everything, every thrust, every welt, every hand print, every bite, every nip, every bruise, every single thing you have done to me, I can feel. 

"You are mine," you growl from behind me, as you fuck my pussy hard. I can feel you getting close. Your groans become louder, harder, you start to let go, spanking my already sore ass, so hard, harder than you ever have, I can feel the handprint forming as you fuck me. 

Then you cum. Hard. Powerfully. Primal. You're cursing and groaning and clawing at my hips, pulling me back into you, making sure every last drop of your cum is inside me, marking me as yours. 

We collapse onto the floor. It takes minutes before either of us can move. You move first. I turn my head to look at you. You're surveying my body, your marks on my body. You've covered every inch of me in some sort of mark, no one could see me naked and not know what I've been doing. 

You reach over to the table and grab your phone and snap a picture of me lay there. 

You untie my ankles from the bar and roll me onto my back, enjoying the yelp I give as the cool ground makes contact with my skin and take another picture of my front. Your eyes continue their survey. You lean over me and bite my left nipple hard, making me cry out once more, before moving up to my mouth, kissing me hard until I'm wrapping my legs around your body as we kiss, lost in sub space still. Wrecked and marked. Yours.



All Holes Bared



He kept sucking my asshole like a wild beast. Grunting and panting and making me groan with pleasure and ecstasy. I was bent on the kitchen table with my skirt lifted above my butts and my panties pulled down to my knees. My thighs were spread wide. He held my ass cheeks apart with his hands and his face buried deep inside my ass. His tongue was lapping up and slurping my anus as he kept on vigorously smooching it, occasionally lowering his face to lap up the droplets of cunt juice coming out of my pussy lips….. Unnnghh. He raised his pace, his voice more guttural and he was panting more heavily.

Actually my husband, Peter and I had gone to George’s house for dinner. George was Peter’s colleague. My husband had to go back to our house to get the gift that we had forgotten to bring along when we left. Our house was about half an hour’s drive away. And George’s wife, Maggie had gone to the nearby grocery store to fetch some soda. 

Till today I had never met either George or his wife Maggie. He had been insisting that Peter and I visit him and have dinner with them. He was eying me since we reached his place. I was sitting on the sofa opposite to him and his wife alongside with Peter. And his eyes were as though stripping me naked and savoring me. I was wearing a pink satin skirt and blue silk top. I knew he could make out the outlines of both my bra and my panties because my top and skirt were tight fitting. That’s the way I like them. Tight. My skirt was a decent knee length. Well … a few inches above the knee that’s all, nothing too revealing. But still showing off the long legs of my slender and fit 35 year old body. I didn’t think too much of him looking at me like that as I keep getting those stares everytime I got out, either alone or with peter. Frankly I secretly enjoy it. But I have never mentioned it to peter. Its good to have men drooling over your body even though its not very young. I have never betrayed Peter during our 8 years of married life and 2 kids. But that doesn’t mean I never had any action at all! I think I have made the best of use of my body wherever and whenever I could have! But that was all before marriage. After which I never felt the need to be unfaithful. (Since I have had all the experience I wanted to before!)

Peter left after dinner and Maggie soon after that. Saying she would be back in half an hour (the grocery is downtown). I had innocently gone to kitchen just to help him with the dishes. It was while keeping the dishes on the kitchen table that he suddenly started grabbing me all over, groping and fondling my body. He had pushed me against the table with his body. I gasped and was surprised and but not in a position to do anything. He slid his hands over my breasts and on my back squeezing the flesh of my body through the fabric of skirt. He then immediately lifted up the skirt and pulled down my panties. I did not get the time or space to move away (Or should I say I wasted the time to act fast because I was awe struck by his swift actions). I could hear his hot and heavy breathing. This actually stirred me! 

He started licking my ass and asshole right away, kissing and biting the ass first. His tongue found the top of my butt crack and traced slowly but steadily downward passing over the asshole to dance slightly between my asshole and pussy before he pushed it into the crevice of my asshole…… oooohhhh. He was biting my anus softly with his teeth and at the same time thrusting his hardened tongue in the hole. My cunt was dripping with dew with all his actions. He must have noticed that and started draining my cunt of its juice in his mouth. Ohhh boy! What a sucker! I tried resisting earlier on but my body betrayed me. Instead of resisting I felt my hips flexing upward towards him. I couldn’t believe I was doing this but I the feeling was incredible! It was unlike anything I had experienced ever in my life.

I felt so horny and turned on as I pushed backed my shuddering crotch into his face. I could not resist spreading my legs a little wider and my swollen clit throbbed. My body was responding to the pressure from his deliciously probing tongue till I reached a shattering orgasm. He kept on nibbling, biting, sucking and licking and forcing his tongue deep into my dripping pussy, pressing into my pussy lips and tasting every drop of my love juice…..mmmmm……ahhhhhh……oooohhhhh. My moans seemed to embolden him and his tongue hardened thrusting in and out like a cock……..aaarrghhhhh I wanted to SCREAM! My hips were grinding into his mouth and lips moving from side to side. I could smell my own cunt and the feral smell that was flowing in the kitchen.

My head arched backwards as I ground my quivering pussy into his face rewarding him with another shattering orgasm.

He then let my ass free for a while. Looking back I saw him pulling out his engorged cock from his trousers. It was HUGE and thick. Much bigger than any of the cocks I had ever experienced and definitely bigger than my husbands’. 

Holding my hair from the back of my head, he pushed it down and tried to push his cock in my asshole. Jesus Christ! It was very painful. I had never had a cock in my ass before but I also didn’t have the sense to stop him. I was in a trance where I was accepting anything happening to me. I was being FUCKED, and used and screwed and God knows what! And I was enjoying it all! He then started running his cock up and down my ass and pussy. I readied myself for his entry and could not resist a slight push to spur him on (I knew I was being a shameless bitch). He found the opening of my tunnel and suddenly pushed deep in my hot tavern. I bit my hand hard to stop my self from screaming as I buckled against him. The world seemed to spin around with each forceful thrust. The musty odor of sexual excitement was overwhelming me as he was shoving me deeper and deeper, inch by inch. I felt week in my knees as I exploded passionately. I was still wondering how bold he was to do all these things to me; both of us total strangers to each other till today! It was as if he was having a command over me. I felt intentionally helpless. 

I convulsed in orgasms after orgasms as I squeezed him tightly and increased the motion of bucking him. He too kept on pushing ferociously. He then took out his enormous dick and after a short but lustful pause he slammed his cock in my asshole again. This time it went in due to the lubrication my wet pussy provided. I could not longer hold on and screamed loudly and wildly, with pain and ecstasy at the same time. Hearing this he rammed my asshole even more hard, reaching for my breasts and squeezing them through my blouse. Whatever lubrication my juices had provided now disappeared as he fucked heavily deep into my anus. I could feel the flush of his cock rubbing hardly against my anus walls. He pulled out his cock all the way and suddenly thrust it strongly on my asshole. Ohhhh goodness! My ass cheeks were crushing against his thighbones. The hair around my asshole got entangled in his bush and I felt as if he was ripping my ass apart. I exploded into a cataclysmic orgasm as I pushed backwards and his hands on my hips pulled me with equal force. He reveled in the repeated contractions against his cock. He rocked and bucked with his manhood buried deep inside my shaft. I started cumming over and over in waves of spectacular release, AGAINST MY WISHES! 

I reached between my legs to grasp his balls and pull them against my cunt. I felt his cock swell until it filled me and I was unable to contract against his length. He was soo long! His voice became louder now and together we started moaning convulsively. I felt the heat surge through his veins filling, then exploding streams of lava. I arched backwards a bit more and leaned on the table as he came shooting a full load into me. I could feel his semen raining against my anus walls. I felt my juice flowing down my inner thighs!

We heard the door click. It was his wife who had just returned. I ran to the bathroom and locked myself for a few minutes. I looked at my self. I had just been given the FUCK of my life and that too by man other than my husband! And I was feeling blatantly good about it. I felt lusciously guilty over what I had done or what I had let him do. But I looved every minute of it. 

Afterwards in the car my dear husband asked me if I enjoyed the dinner and the company of George when we were alone. I told him the truth……… That I enjoyed his company very much!!!! And was looking forward to invite them to our house.

Please let me know how you found this story.



All Holes Were Created Equal



Wally was buried balls deep in Blake's tight asshole. Blake was flattened on the bed face down as Wally drove his 8" cock deep into the bowels of his college roommate. Blake's ass moved under Wally but Wally's strength and drive kept Blake pinned under him. Wally's powerful buttocks clenched and unclenched as he pummeled Blake's ass. Wally's thick cock drove into Blake and then retreated until only the head remained in Blake's rectum. Blake felt the powerful shaft drive in and out of the anal passage like a piston causing Blake to cry out.

"Oh God your cock is so thick in my ass, so deep. Oh fuck yeah, fill me with your big dick. Cum in me, I want your spunk shooting in my ass," Blake exclaimed!

Wally continued to fuck the shapely firm ass of his roommate driving his cock into the warm recess. Wally sensed his orgasm building in his balls and he knew that within minutes he would cum in Blake's hot ass. Wally felt the pressure in his scrotum just before he unleashed a torrent of semen into the shapely firm ass underneath him. Wally felt Blake's anal muscles tighten around the shaft and squeeze every ounce of spunk out of it.

"Oh shit, I feel it. I love it when you cum in my ass. I love your hot seed flooding my ass," Blake cried out.

Wally stayed hard and he slowly fucked Blake's ass as the semen coated his shaft. Blake sensed that Wally was up for another round and whispered, "Wally if you are going to keep fucking my ass let's roll on our sides."

Wally rolled to his side keeping his cock in Blake's ass as he pulled Blake to the side. Wally's hands wrapped around and caressed Blake's body. Wally ran his hands over Blake's pecs and tight abs as they moved toward Blake's pubes. The back of Wally's hand brushed against Blake's erect cock causing Blake to gasp.

"Please hold me and jerk me," Blake pleaded.

Wally took hold of the 6" cock of his college roommate and stroked it as he fucked Blake's ass again. Wally had no interest in sucking cock or getting fucked but he didn't mind jerking Blake off and he loved to see Blake shoot. Blake had an amazing capacity for ejaculations. Blake would have volcanic like orgasms when he came and his semen would shoot two or three feet at times, particularly with his first orgasm of the day.

Wally kept fucking Blake until they both came. Blake came twice before Wally came in Blake's ass a second time. The first time Blake ejaculated his cum shot passed his face and hit the headboard of his bed. The second time he came Blake's seed hit him in the face and neck. Then Wally lost it and dumped another powerful load in Blake's ass. The two of them rested on their sides as Wally's cock slowly deflated and slipped from Blake's asshole. By the time they were ready to get out of bed their spunk had dried on Blake's body.

HOW IT BEGAN

In 1976 Wally and Blake were paired together as roommates their freshman year of college. At 18 years of age Wally was a fit 6'2" 190 pound young man. He had played football and wrestled in high school and his body showed the hard work. Wally had light brown hair and was a very handsome young man. He had been one of the more popular guys in high school and he had his share of dates with the high school girls. Although he had fucked a couple of girls in high school he really learned about sex the summer after high school graduation. Wally worked part time at a local grocery store during the summer months where he met Gracie one of the full time employees. Gracie was 25 years old and although she wasn't very pretty she had an incredible body and she knew how to use it. Gracie had seduced Blake and before the summer was over, Blake's cock had been in Gracie's mouth, pussy and ass many times. Gracie was one who taught Blake about oral and anal sex. Blake entered college very experienced for his age and he looked forward to meeting the college girls.

Blake was very different from Wally. Blake was 5'6" and weighed 150 pounds. He had blonde hair that covered the nape of his neck and he had a hairless body with flawless skin. If one looked at Blake from behind one would swear that Blake was a girl. He had shapely legs, a narrow waist and a perfectly shaped bubble butt. Blake had been a loner in high school but during the summer after high school he learned about sex. Blake turned 18 years old that July and he spent the summer at his uncle's cottage by a lake. That summer Blake met Artie who was 21 years old and who taught Blake about sex. It was then that Blake learned that he was gay. Artie taught Blake about oral and anal sex and by summer's end Blake was very skilled at both. Artie had taken Blake's oral and anal virginity and Blake had come to love anal sex. Blake was unsure about what he would find at college his freshman year so he was careful about being too bold about his sexuality. 

Wally and Blake got along fine as roommates although they didn't socialize together. Wally had asked Blake a few times to join him and his other freshman friends for a beer but Blake had declined. There were times when the two boys stole glimpses of each other. Wally looked at Blake when Blake was facing away from him. After a shower Blake would come back to the room, drop his towel and get dressed. Wally studied Blake's shapely legs and curvy ass and though about how feminine Blake looked from behind. Blake was well tanned from his summer at the lake except for his ass which was lily white. The contrast in skin tone only served to accentuate Blake's perfect ass.

Blake would also steal glimpses of Wally checking out Wally's package. Most of the time Wally was wearing briefs that outlined his cock and balls. Blake felt his own cock stir whenever Wally was nude and his big cock dangled in front of him. There were times after lights out that Blake jerked off in bed thinking about Wally's big cock. Wally at times knew that Blake was jerking off in bed but Wally never suspected that he was the object of Blake's desire. 

Sometimes the boys would be studying late and they both had reading lights to use. That way the room lights could be out and they could read in bed with the reading light. One night Blake had the reading light on and he was reading in bed. Wally noticed that the bed covers were moving while Blake was reading. Wally suspected that Blake was jerking off and decided to scare Blake. Wally quietly moved from his bed across the room to Blake's bed. Blake was turned facing the wall and the bedcovers were moving rapidly as Blake jerked off. Wally grabbed the covers and yanked them off Blake. Sure enough Blake had his right hand wrapped around his erect cock.

"Caught you," Wally said startling Blake.

The Wally saw the magazine that Blake was looking at. It was a porn magazine and it showed naked guys fucking and sucking. "What the fuck are you reading? A shocked Wally asked. 

"Nothing," Blake replied in a shaky voice as he tried to hide the magazine.

"Let me see it," Wally said grabbing the magazine from Blake and then asked, "Where the fuck did you get this?"

"A friend gave it to me last summer," a nervous Blake replied.

"Christ Blake, there are only pictures of guys fucking and sucking. Are you gay?" Wally blurted out.

"Yes, I'm sorry I didn't want you to find out," Blake replied timidly.

Wally sat on Blake's bed and paged through the magazine. It was a European magazine and the guys in it were good looking, fit, well endowed and had great asses. Wally had always thought of gays to be nerdy and effeminate but these guys looked like studs. Wally couldn't believe what he was looking at with these handsome, actually pretty, men having sex with each other. The men in the magazine were all well tanned with decent size cocks and great looking asses. There were pictures of couples and groups having sex. 

There was one sequence that showed a guy lying face down getting fucked in his very shapely ass. The sequence of pictures showed the guy fucking the one face down and pulling his cock out and jerking off on the guy's ass. The guy lying down had his ass cum covered and then the other guy put his cock back in the prone guy's ass. It was a very hot pictorial and Wally actually got an erection from looking at it. 

"Gees Wally, your cock is huge," Blake gasped as he looked at his roommate's briefs bulging out.

"Oh sorry I've been pretty horny lately," Wally replied and added, "All the girls are hanging out with the upper classmen and I haven't gotten laid yet."

"Can I see it? I have never seen a cock as big as yours," Blake meekly asked.

Wally was apprehensive but then thought what the hell it was only he and Blake in the room, "Sure it's just us guys."

Wally pulled his briefs down and freed his cock. The impressive organ leaped out of his underwear and stood straight up. Blake stared at it for a moment and then reached for it.

"Whoa, whoa what are you doing?" Wally said startled his roommate's reaction.

"I just want to touch it, okay?" Blake asked almost begging.

Wally let Blake touch him. Wally liked the feeling of a hand different from his own on his cock and he closed his eyes as Blake stroked it. Blake slowly stroked the big dick with one hand and cupped Wally's bloated balls with the other hand. Wally sighed as Blake's hands moved over the genitals.

"Can I kiss it? It looks so good I have the urge to kiss it," Blake stammered.

Wally didn't answer but just closed his eyes as Blake's lips kissed the engorged cock. Wally's body tensed as Blake's lips moved up and down the shaft and then Wally gasped as Blake's mouth engulfed Wally's cock. Wally struggled with the decision if he should let Blake blow him. Wally was horny and Blake's mouth felt good on his cock so Wally decided to let Blake blow him. 

Blake was a very good cocksucker and in no time he had Wally ready to blow his load. Wally tried to prolong his orgasm as long as he could. Blake then asked Wally to stand up. Blake sat on the edge of the bed and drew Wally in toward him. Blake caressed the back of Wally's legs and cheeks of his ass as Blake's warm, wet, wonderful mouth sucked on Wally's cock. Blake massaged the head of Wally's cock against the roof of his mouth. He circled Wally's cock with his tongue and Wally felt the light scraping of Blake's teeth. Wally's dick felt harder and longer than it ever felt in his life and he knew he was going to shoot soon.

Blake took Wally's cock out of his mouth and looked up at him as he stroked the entire length of it and massaged Wally's bloated balls. Blake then put it back in his mouth and took it out again then he gently blew on it as his fingers continually massaged Wally's balls. Blake tickled the cock head with his tongue and teased Wally's pee slit. Blake had Wally close to cumming a few times. Blake seemed to know when Wally was getting close, and he would do things making him last longer, torturing Wally in the process.

Blake looked up at Wally and smiled as he stroked the slick cock. Then he asked, "Are you ready to cum Wally"?

Wally had his eyes closed and he just shook his head to answer Blake. Blake then took Wally's cock all the way into his warm wet mouth. He swirled his tongue around the length of the shaft, nibbled on the cock head and sucked Wally hard. Blake reached under Wally's balls and rubbed the hardness between his balls and anus. Wally felt his cock thicken and he knew he was going to cum. There was no stopping Wally this time.

Blake grabbed Wally's ass cheeks with both hands as Wally exploded in his mouth. Wally fired round after round of cum into Blake's mouth and Blake sucked and swallowed as fast as he could. Rope after rope of semen shot into Blake's mouth as Wally seemed to have an endless supply. Finally the barrage subsided and Wally stopped cumming in Blake's mouth. Blake sucked on the thick firm cock until he had drained every drop from Wally's dick. Wally felt weak from the intense orgasm so he sat down on the bed next to Blake. 

"I need to get off I am so hot!" Blake said in an excited tone.

Wally watched as his roommate stood up and jerked off. Blake's hand flew rapidly over his hard cock in search of his own release. Wally watched as Blake ejaculated. Blake shot his load and the first couple of blasts must have traveled three feet before landing on the floor. Blake seemed to cum for at least 30 seconds as stream after stream shot out of his dick. Wally watched as Blake's buttocks tightened and then relaxed as he fired his load. Wally admired the boy's bare ass as it was lily white compared to the well tanned body. Blake had a beautiful ass and Wally felt his loins stir and his cock harden as he thought back to the scenes in the magazine and then he wondered what it would be like to fuck Blake's ass. Blake looked over at Wally and saw that Wally had another boner. 

"Wally would you like to fuck me? Would you like to stick your big thick cock in my ass?" Blake asked as he wiggled his shapely ass in Wally's direction. 

Blake's 6" erect dick still wavered in the air. He knelt on his bed and raised his ass in the air. Wally looked at him in this position and decided that he looked just like a girl with his smooth hairless body and his great looking bubble butt. Blake reached back and lubed his asshole with some kind of lotion. 

"Here put this on your cock too," Blake whispered handing Wally the cream.

Wally took the lotion and applied a generous amount of lotion to his own cock. Wally knelt behind Blake and stared at the incredible ass that he was about to fuck. He hadn't fucked an ass since Gracie and now he was about to fuck his roommate. Wally then spit on his dick making very slippery and eased into Blake's asshole. 

Wally was gentle with him allowing Blake to adjust to the size of his cock. Soon he was buried to the hilt in Blake's ass and he fucked the young man royally. Wally held on to the pretty twin cheeks of Blake's ass as he fucked him thoroughly. Blake had been butt fucked by Artie but never with a cock Wally's size. He couldn't believe how full he felt with Wally's enormous dick in his ass. Blake felt Wally tense and then fill his ass with cum. Wally continued to fuck Blake's ass as cum backed out of Blake's asshole and ran down over Blake's balls. Blake fired a blast of cum onto his bed this time without ever even touching his own cock. Wally eased his soft cock out of Blake's ass and Blake turned around took it in his mouth and sucked him dry and clean.

The two of them then flopped down on Blake's bed and relaxed. Not a word was spoken between them as they both contemplated what happened and what the future would hold. Wally struggled with his inner feelings and mixed emotions. He had just fucked a guy and although he was not gay he had to admit that it was great sex. Blake had proven to be as skilled as Gracie in oral and anal sex. Wally had to admit that it didn't seem any different getting a blow job from Blake or Gracie, they were both great. He also had to admit that it didn't seem any different fucking Blake's ass or Gracie's ass. Wally then slipped out of Blake's bed and returned to his own. Not a word was spoken again that night but that's when it started. 

BLAKE AND WALLY GET CLOSER

The next morning Wally woke up first and he looked over at his roommate. Blake was still naked in bed and his curvy ass was on display as he lay on his stomach. Wally decided to take a shower so he quietly left the room, locked the door and headed to the showers. Wally relaxed under the hot water as he thought of Blake and how good it was to fuck his ass. Wally loved watching his cock slide in and out of the shapely ass. Wally then decided that it was no different being with a guy then with a girl when it came to getting a blow job or butt fucking. Wally felt his loins stir again just thinking of Blake's ass but then changed his focus so that he didn't show hard in the shower. After the soothing shower, Wally dried himself off and walked back into the dorm room. To his surprise Blake was in bed on all fours with his curvy bubble butt stuck up in the air. Wally felt his cock twinge as he looked at Blake's hot ass. Blake's body was delicate, hairless and flawless. He really did look like a girl in this position.

"Wally, I would like you to fuck me again," he said in a sultry voice. "You would like to fuck me again wouldn't you?" he asked.

Wally's cock hardened as he approached the bed. He knelt behind Blake and began to caress Blake's beautiful ass. Blake handed Wally the lotion and asked Wally to get his ass ready. Wally put an ample amount of lotion in his hands and rubbed it all around Blake's bung hole. Then Wally inserted first one finger then two fingers preparing Blake's ass for another ass fuck. Wally sawed his fingers in and out of Blake's anus and Wally was turned on by the thought of burying his cock in Blake's shapely ass one more time. Wally moved closer to Blake and lined up the head of his cock with Blake's anal opening. Wally eased his big dick into Blake's ass.

Blake reminded Wally, "Not too deep at first, then deeper."

Wally spat on his hand and rubbed his saliva all over his cock which made it very slick when combined with the lotion. Wally's cock head cleared the sphincter and he fed it to Blake a little at a time. Blake's ass chute was warm and tight as Wally went deeper and deeper into him. Soon he was all the way in Blake's ass and he started a slow fucking motion. Wally continued to pump Blake's ass with deep, long, deliberate thrusts. Wally caressed Blake's smooth round ass as he fucked it. 

Blake asked Wally to fuck him harder and quicker. So Wally picked up the pace and he pounded Blake's ass faster and faster. Wally's balls started bouncing off of Blake's balls and Blake moaned with each thrust of Wally's cock. Wally could feel his climax building and he knew that any moment he would shoot his seed in Blake's ass. Wally tried to make it last as long as possible but once Blake contracted his anal muscles Wally lost it.

Wally fired a barrage of cum in Blake's ass filling it to overflowing. Wally couldn't remember when he came so much. As Wally continued to fuck, his cum backed up in Blake's rectum and oozed out flowing over Blake's balls. Blake used his talented anal muscles to milk Wally's cock and drained it dry. Blake's milking action weakened Wally and sent tingles through his body. Wally pulled out of Blake and collapsed on the bed next to him.

Blake rolled over on his back and jerked off once again. Wally watched as Blake stroked his cock. Blake fired another round of spunk into the air. The first blast landed on Blake's face, neck and chest. The remainder of his load landed on his abs and pooled around his pubes.

Blake then decided to take a shower and Wally got dressed for class. When Blake returned they talked about what happened between them and promised each other to keep quiet about it. Wally then went to class and shortly after Blake dressed and went to his class. It was Friday and they had the weekend ahead of them and they both wondered if their encounter would continue. Later that day they would find out.

Blake and Wally ate in the cafeteria and then Wally went out with his friends while Blake went back to the dorm room. Wally and his friends hit a number of bars and tried to pick up girls. Most of the girls were occupied by the upper classmen at least those that were pretty. Many of them acted like stuck-up bitches and were actually rude to the freshmen. Wally's friends ended up with some girls that were not very pretty and not at all appealing to Wally. So instead of hooking up with just any girl, Wally headed back to the dorm room. When he arrived Blake was naked in bed stroking his cock looking at the porno mag. Blake smiled at Wally as Wally entered the room and then got undressed for bed. 

"Wally, would you do me a big favor and massage my shoulders and back. I am really stiff tonight," Blake asked in a soft voice.




All Holes Were Created Equal



Wally smiled and replied, "Sure, I can do that."

Wally stripped off his underwear and his cock started to stiffen as he moved to Blake's bed. Blake handed Wally the lotion and Wally straddled Blake's prone body. Wally sat on Blake's legs just below Blake's buttocks and rested his semi-hard cock in the crack of Blake's ass. Wally poured the lotion on Blake's back and shoulders and then began to massage the pretty teenager's body. Blake's skin was hairless, smooth and flawless and Wally's hands glided over the skin. After several minutes of massaging Blake's upper body Wally turned his attention to Blake's ass. Wally massaged each of Blake's buttocks relishing in the feel of the round firm globes. Wally felt his cock begin to harden again and within a few minutes of rubbing Blake's ass Wally was erect again. Wally's huge hard cock was nestled in the crack of Blake's ass and Wally slid his cock within the fold of Blake's buttocks.

Blake felt Wally's cock harden again and he said, "You like my ass don't you Wally?"

"I love your ass. I love fucking you in your perfectly shaped ass," Wally replied.

"Are you going to fuck me again tonight?" Blake asked in a sultry voice.

"I think I will. You got me hard again so I might as well fuck your hot ass," Wally answered.

Wally smoothed the body lotion all over his cock and then he poured some of it in the crack of Blake's ass. Wally then fingered Blake's asshole making sure that it was well lubed for another round of butt fucking. Satisfied that Blake was sufficiently lubricated, Wally eased his cock into the boy's hot ass for the third time in two days. Blake pushed his buns up to meet Wally's penetration and the cock slid in easily. Blake groaned as the thick shaft filled his anal passage again. Wally fucked Blake for what seemed to be hours before he finally came again in Blake's ass and then Wally collapsed on top of Blake. The two of them remained in the same position for several minutes before they separated. Wally rolled off of Blake and lay on his back beside the pretty teenager. As Wally lay in bed he realized that he had never thought of any girls all the while that he fucked Blake.

Over the next several days, Wally and Blake had sex together whenever they thought it was safe. That Saturday morning Blake asked Wally to fuck him missionary style. Blake lay on the bed on his back with his legs splayed. Wally moved between Blake's legs and slipped his rock hard cock into Blake's ass. Blake held his legs apart as Wally buried his cock deep into his roommate. Wally fucked Blake in this position for quite sometime before he was ready to cum. Wally watched as Blake's hard dick bounced off his tummy as Wally pummeled Blake's ass. Wally had the urge to hold onto Blake's cock until he was ready to cum again. Blake squealed with delight when Wally grabbed Blake's cock and began to jerk him. Blake screamed out loud that he was close and Wally jerked him faster. Blake came in buckets and the first shot went past his head and splattered against the headboard.

Wally would become accustomed to jerking off Blake's cock. In fact he started to look forward to it. Wally loved to watch the teenager shoot his cum over his head and onto his body. Wally loved to tease Blake and at times he would squeeze Blake's cock tightly to delay the orgasm. Wally would finally release his grip on Blake's cock and Blake would shoot past his own head and splatter the headboard or the wall. After the first shot soared by Blake's face and hit the wall and headboard, the second and third volleys would hit Blake on the neck, chest and abs. The subsequent second and third shots would coat Blake's chest and abs. Finally the remaining cum would ooze from his cock and puddle around Blake's pubes. 

On one occasion after Blake came all over his own body, Wally pulled his big cock out of Blake's ass and sprayed his load on Blake's body. Blake watched as Wally's first discharge reached Blake's neck and then as the second, third and forth sprays covered Blake's body. Blake's and Wally's semen merged into one pool and puddle on Blake's body. 

Blake exclaimed, "Oh wow just like in the movie!"

"What movie?" Wally asked as he squeezed the remaining cum from his cock onto Blake's pubes.

Then Blake explained the porno movie to Wally. Blake told Wally that the guy getting fucked came first and shot his load all over his own body. Then the guy fucking him pulled out of his ass and shot all over the other guy's body. The guy on the bottom was cum drenched and he rubbed the spunk into his skin. Wally made a mental note to watch this movie with Blake someday.

Wally and Blake also played games at times as Wally would try to cum in Blake's ass as many times as he could without pulling out his cock. Wally only made it to three orgasms when keeping his cock buried in Blake's ass, although he did come close to a fourth orgasm one time. Wally enjoyed fucking Blake's beautiful bubble butt and he savored every moment he was buried in him. Wally always took his time fucking Blake as he tried to make each fuck session last as long as possible

WALLY WATCHES A PORN MOVIE

On a rainy Sunday afternoon, Wally and Blake were in their dorm room studying when Blake got horny. Blake decided it was time to let Wally see the porn movie.

"Haven't you ever watched porn?" Blake asked Wally. 

"No I haven't. I have seen some pictures in magazines but never a movie," Wally admitted.

"Well I have this hot movie and I thought we would watch it to get us in the mood," Blake stated.

"I don't need any porn to get in the mood to fuck your hot ass!" Wally exclaimed.

"Probably not but there is something I want you to see and then I want you to do it with me later," Blake offered and then said, "Come on let's get naked, it's more fun to watch porn when you're naked."

Wally couldn't imagine what he would learn from a porn movie that Blake would want him to try but he went along with Blake's plan. Wally and Blake stripped their clothes off and Wally sat on the Blake's bed as Blake set up his VCR player and put a movie in. Wally studied Blake's body and fixed his eyes on Blake's bubble butt. Wally was erect by the time Blake returned to the bed.

"My you are a horny one aren't you?" Blake teased as he ran his hand up the length of Wally's cock. 

"This is my favorite movie. It is called Office Sex and it has six different scenes of guys having sex in the office. My favorite actor is in three of the scenes," Blake explained.

Wally watched as previews of other movies played. Guys were fucking and sucking in every imaginable position and cum was flying all over the place. Blake continued his dialogue about the movie. Wally read the credits and he noticed that all the actors had corny names. There was Johnny Thrust, Randy Bottom, Dick Reams and others. 

"Randy is a bottom and he has the most delectable ass. He just seems to love getting fucked in the ass and having cum sprayed all over his body," Blake said sexily.

The first scene of Office Sex was between Randy and another guy named Johnny. They were in the stock room working and then they began playing around. It didn't take long before Randy was on his knees sucking Johnny's cock. Johnny had a nice cock and it was the first uncut cock that Wally had ever seen. Randy was a very accomplished cock sucker and he was able to deep throat Johnny impressive cock. Wally guessed that Johnny's cock was about 7-8 inches just slightly shorter than and not as thick as his own.  

The scene faded out and then back in. Now they both had their clothes off and were in a 69 position sucking each other's cock. From there they moved to where Randy was on all fours and Johnny squatted over him. Blake was right Randy had a marvelous ass. His body was hairless and his skin was flawless. The camera focused on Johnny as he eased his cock into Randy's ass ever so slowly. It was a very erotic scene and Blake grabbed a hold of Wally's erect cock as he watched the anal penetration.

On the scene Randy groaned as Johnny's cock made its way into Randy's asshole. The camera then moved behind them and Wally watched as Johnny's cock slid in and out of Randy's ass. Then Johnny dropped to his knees behind Randy with his cock still in Randy's ass. Randy put his head on the floor and turned it to one side. There was a look of submission and ecstasy on Randy's face as Johnny continued to fuck him. Johnny kept fucking Randy until it was time to cum then he pulled his cock from Randy's ass and came all over Randy's back. Johnny shot streams of cum that landed on Randy from the back of his neck down to the crack in his ass. Then Johnny put his cock back in Randy's ass for a few minutes and Randy appeared to milk Johnny's cock dry.

Randy then rolled over on his back and jerked on his own 7" cock until he came. Randy shot ropes of cum that landed on his shoulder, chest and abs. As he jerked his cock and came all over himself, Johnny rubbed Randy's balls. Randy groaned allowed as he continued to cum and Johnny caressed Randy's balls. The Johnny cuddled up to Randy and they kissed and stroked each other. Then the scene was over and Blake stopped the movie before the next scene started. 

"Isn't that one of the hottest things that you have ever seen?" Blake sighed more as a statement then a question as he still held onto Wally's erect cock.

"It was definitely hot," Wally said and then asked, "Can we fuck now?"

"Oh yes, I want you to fuck me and cum all over me just like we saw in the movie," Blake replied.

Blake got in bed on all fours. Blake had handed Wally the tube of lubricant so Wally lubed Blake's asshole thoroughly. Wally also put an ample amount of lube on his cock and then he was ready to fuck. Wally knelt behind Blake and slid his well oiled cock into Blake's ass. Blake grunted as Wally's impressive cock penetrated Blake's anus and slipped past the sphincter muscles. Wally was more than ready to get off and he didn't last long in Blake's ass. Blake reminded Wally once again to cum on him and not in him. Wally pulled his cock from Blake's ass and shot seven continuous streams of cum on Blake's body. Blake cooed as he felt one stream after the other land on his neck, shoulders, back and buttocks. It seemed as if Wally would never stop cumming. Wally then wiped his cock across Blake's ass squeezing the remaining drops out of his cock.

Blake flipped over and grabbed his own cock and jerked it furiously. Wally watched as Blake jerked off and then he grabbed Blake's balls just as he had seen in the movie. Blake groaned and moaned as he got closer to his own ejaculation. Then Blake's body went rigid and his cock spewed cum out onto his body. Wally continued to rub Blake's balls as cum shot out of Blake's cock. Wally watched as Blake came on his neck, chest, abs and pubes. Blake finally relaxed and stopped jerking his cock. He calmed his cum covered body and then smiled at Wally.

"God that was great! It was better than I could ever have hoped for," Blake exclaimed. 

"Yeah that was pretty hot," Wally agreed and then asked, "Are we going to fuck some more?"

Blake looked at Wally's crotch and saw that he was rock hard and ready to go again. "Let's watch some more of the movie and then we can fuck some more," Blake suggested.

They sat back up in bed and Blake restarted the movie. Blake fast forwarded through the next scene and then there was another scene with Randy. This time Randy had a partner named Billy. It appeared as if they were in Billy's office and it didn't take long before Randy was on his knees again sucking Billy's cock this time. The scene was similar to the previous one where they quickly got undressed, sucked each other's cock and then Randy was back on all fours. Billy fucked Randy's upturned ass for quite awhile and then they flattened out on the floor. Billy kept his weight on both hands as he fucked Randy's ass. Billy's legs were between Randy's spread thighs and his impressive cock was buried balls deep in Randy's ass. When it was time for Billy to cum, he pulled out of Randy's ass and aimed his cock at Randy's asshole. Billy held his cock 12 to 18 inches away from Randy's ass and shot streams of cum right at Randy's asshole. Billy shot five ropes of cum that landed in the crack of Randy's ass and covered his anus. Then Billy moved closer to let the remaining cum ooze from his cock and trickle down on Randy's buttocks. Randy wiggled his ass in delight as it was cum covered and then he rolled over to jerk off as he had done in the prior scene.

Randy jerked on his cock and came all over his body again. Billy licked Randy's balls until cum began to fly and then he rubbed Randy's balls until Randy stopped cumming. The two of them then moved into a 69 position and sucked each other dry. Within minutes Blake and Wally were back in Blake's bed duplicating the scene they had just witnessed. Wally liked watching his cum shots bounce off Blake's asshole and coat Blake's ass. As before Blake rolled over and jerked off again as Wally played with Blake's balls. Once again Wally was still hard and ready to go again but Blake insisted that they watch one more scene.

As they sat on the bed and watched the final scene Wally stroked his cock in anticipation. In this scene there were two cleaning guys in the office when Randy entered with another new partner named Lance. The two cleaning guys ducked out of sight and spied on Randy and Lance. It wasn't long before Randy was on all fours again getting fucked by Lance this time. The two cleaning guys watched as Randy got fucked and then they got turned on. Soon one cleaning guy was on his knees getting fucked from behind as they both watched Randy get fucked by Lance. True to the theme of the movie, Lance pulled out of Randy's ass and ejaculated all over Randy's back and ass. Then Randy rolled over as before and jerked off. However this time the two cleaning guys came out of hiding and jerked off shooting cum all over Randy's body and face. Randy ejaculated as the cleaning guys were cumming and he was cum covered from head to pubes as the movie ended.

Wally and Blake were back in Blake's bed for a third round of sex. Wally fucked Blake again and came on him again as Blake requested. Then Blake rolled over and asked Wally to jerk him off. Wally jerked on Blake's cock until Blake ejaculated on his chest. Then Wally jerked off and ejaculated for a fourth time adding to the spunk on Blake's body. Blake was drained and exhausted and asked Wally to take a break. As they lay cuddled together Blake let out a big sigh.

THE REST OF THEIR FRESHMAN YEAR

Wally and Blake had sex often and Blake was creative with positioning. Blake would have Wally fuck him missionary style and Blake would pull his knees back to his shoulders. Wally would enter Blake's ass and then hook Blake's knees in his arms. Wally would keep his arms straight for leverage and drill Blake's ass until he filled it with his load.

Another one of Blake's favorite positions was with Wally kneeling between Blake's legs fucking him. Blake would splay his legs open much like a woman as Wally entered his Blake's ass. Wally would jerk Blake off as he fucked. Blake would shoot on his body as Wally jerked him off and then Wally would pull out of Blake's ass and shoot his load on Blake's body. Blake would be soaked in cum.

Blake liked to be on all fours on the floor with Wally straddling him as Wally drilled his ass from above. He also liked to lie on his side as Wally fucked him and gave him a reach around. Wally would jerk Blake off as he fucked him from behind until they both came. Blake's cum would hit the wall when he ejaculated. Wally liked to feel Blake's cum shoot through his cock and he liked the feel of Blake's cock pulsating in his hand. Wally would always cum in Blake's ass in that position.

Blake loved to be ass fucked but he still liked to suck Wally's cock. Blake loved to tease Wally and prolong Wally's ejaculation and then have Wally shoot a big load down Blake's throat. One of Wally's favorite things to do was to pull out of Blake's ass and shoot into the crack of Blake's ass and cover Blake's anus in cum. Then Wally would put his cock back in Blake's ass pushing cum into his rectum. Blake would use his talented anal muscles to milk Wally's cock dry.

Wally never got into the full gay scene as he still had no desire to suck a cock or be fucked. That did not seem to bother Blake however as he seemed content with the arrangement.

Wally continued to go out with the other guys and chase pussy but Wally developed a whole new attitude toward the girls on campus. Wally didn't waste a lot of time with them and if he felt that he wouldn't score with one, he blew her off. Wally always had Blake and he wasn't going to cater to the stuck-up bitches.

One day Blake told Wally that he was having a friend visit him on the weekend. Blake wanted to know if Wally was okay with the friend staying in the room and sharing Blake's friend. Wally said he was okay with it and then he asked Blake if it was Artie. Blake told him that it was another guy that he met in town one evening. He wasn't a college student but he was 18 years old.

"He's really cute and I think that you will like him," Blake said overjoyed with Wally's acceptance.

Wally couldn't imagine fucking another guy besides Blake but he was curious to meet him. Blake said that his name was Andy. That Saturday Andy visited Blake in the dorm room. Wally was sitting at his desk reading and he was just wearing workout shorts. Blake was only in shorts too and he encouraged Andy to get comfortable. Andy stripped down to his boxer shorts and Wally noticed a slight bulge. Blake took Andy's hand and led him to the bed and then he reached in Andy's shorts and fondled Andy's cock. Things then moved quickly and Blake and Andy began fucking in bed. 

As Wally watched the two of them fuck he felt his own cock harden in his shorts. Wally at that moment decided to test the water with Andy. He stripped off his shorts and his big 8+" inch cock sprung to attention. Wally walked around in front of Andy. They stopped fucking and they both stared at his imposing cock.

"I thought that you two may like to have some company," Wally said as he waved his big dick in front of Andy's face.

"I've never done it with anyone else," replied Andy in embarrassment. 

"Do it Andy, suck his cock. It's okay it's Wally. Let's make it a threesome," Blake urged.

Andy tentatively reached for Wally's cock. He held the long thick cock in his hand briefly before he finally licked the head with his tongue. Andy couldn't believe the girth on Wally's cock as he could not wrap his hand all the way around it. Andy opened his mouth and took the head into his mouth and he felt his jaw strain to accommodate Wally's size. Andy only took about four inches of Wally's cock into his mouth and began to suck on it. Blake resumed fucking his friend as Andy sucked on Wally's cock. The whole scene had the three of them turned on and it didn't take long for Blake to cum and fill his friend's ass with his first massive load of the day. It had been a long time since Blake had fucked anyone and he was thrilled to do it to Andy.

Wally loved the blow job he was getting from his roommate's friend as it was as good as any Blake had given him. Even though Andy was still adjusting to Wally's size he did a good job sucking his cock. It had been a few days since Wally had had sex so when he came he flooded Andy's mouth. Andy was taken back by the force and amount of cum that Wally shot into his mouth. Andy had to pull off Wally's cock to keep from gagging and the remainder of Wally's cum splashed off of Andy's forehead and face. Blake emptied his balls into Andy's ass as he watched Wally's massive load hit his friend's face. Andy wiped cum off his face and licked his fingers clean.




All Holes Were Created Equal



"I need to cum," Andy gasped.

Blake moved into position to be fucked and Andy got the lube and prepared Blake's ass. As Andy was fingering Blake's shapely ass Wally decided that he would fuck Andy. Wally took the lube and fingered Andy's ass just as he often did with Blake's ass. Andy was leery of Wally's big cock and he hoped that Wally wouldn't try to fuck him. Andy slipped his cock into Blake's ass and began fucking him while Wally continued to finger fuck Andy. Andy actually liked the anal penetration as he fucked Andy and he wished that Wally had a cock Blake's size so that Wally could fuck him.

Wally satisfied that Andy's ass was well lubed applied a generous amount of lube to his own cock. Wally moved in behind Andy and pushed his cock into Andy's asshole. Andy panicked and pleaded with Wally not to fuck him.

"Wally please no, you're too big, I can't take you in my ass," Andy begged.

"Nonsense, if Blake can take my cock in his ass you certainly can. You just need to be broken in some more," Wally replied.

"Fuck him Wally, fuck his ass just like he's fucking mine," Blake urged.

Andy's fate was sealed and Wally eased more of his cock into Andy's ass. Wally was gentle though relentless in his quest to fuck Andy. Wally would push in a little and stop allowing Andy to adjust along the way. Finally Wally began a rocking motion and began fucking Andy slowly. Andy's ass had stretched enough now that he was comfortable with Wally's cock in him and he resumed fucking Blake. As Andy picked up the pace fucking Blake in the ass he was pushing his own ass back onto Wally's cock. Wally stopped moving as he didn't need to while Andy was fucking Blake. Andy would bury his cock in Blake and in the process his ass would slide along Wally's cock. When Andy withdrew slightly from Blake's ass he impaled his ass on Wally's cock. Wally inched closer and closer as Andy seemed to be able to take more and more of his cock. Then Andy felt Wally's pubic hair brush against his buttocks and he realized that Wally was all the way in his ass. Andy couldn't believe that he had taken all of Wally's big thick cock. Andy was proud of himself now and he picked up the pace fucking Blake and impaling himself on Wally's cock.

Wally came before Andy did but when Andy felt cum shoot into his ass he lost it. Andy's buttocks tightened as he plunged his cock all the way into Blake's ass and unleashed his first load of the day. Andy flooded Blake's rectum with an enormous load one of the largest he could remember. As Andy's buttocks clenched and unclenched as he came in Blake's ass, he milked every drop of cum from Wally's cock. Wally caressed Andy's shapely ass as he let his cock be milked dry. Wally liked looking at the tanned teenagers with their lily white asses. The fact that they had tan lines really emphasized the shape of their curvy bottoms and from this position they were look a likes.

Blake was erect again after the fuck session, so he had Andy suck his cock. Wally watched Andy suck Blake's cock and then Wally got hard again. Andy was also hard again after sucking Blake and swallowing his load. This time Blake took Wally's cock in his ass as he sucked Andy's cock. The three of them fucked and sucked until they were drained and exhausted. Wally was not interested in cock but he didn't mind giving them a reach around while he was fucking them in the ass. Wally actually enjoyed playing with their balls and jerking them off as he fucked them.

Their first threesome was a success and they still had Saturday night and Sunday to enjoy each other some more. Wally and Blake completed their freshman year in college as roommates and they had sex countless times. Andy returned to the dorm room on weekends and they had incredible threesomes. Wally went home for the summer and he worked at the same grocery store as he did the summer before college. 

Wally renewed his summer fling with Gracie and he was pleased to be fucking her again. Gracie was insatiable and she loved to suck cock and get fucked in the ass more than any girl that Wally knew. When Wally returned to college his sophomore year he had a new roommate. Blake also had a new roommate who turned out to be gay. Wally's sophomore was different and he scored often with the girls. His reputation got around campus as a well endowed lover so the girls warmed up to him as many wanted to sample his big cock. 

Every so often when things were slow, Wally would stop in to say hi to Blake. He still liked Blake and he liked fucking Blake who was always glad to see Wally. To this day Wally looks back on his college experience with gay sex and remembers the good times with Blake. Wally had entered the business world and he was still single and enjoying that freedom. He had female encounters as well as other male encounters after college but only with pretty young men like Blake. Wally had learned the when it was a mouth or an ass that all holes were created equal.



All Horror's Eve



Note to Readers: Carrickfergus is a real village in Northern Ireland. It sits across the bay from Belfast. The ancient Celtic people celebrated the Festival of Samhain on October 31st.The belief was that the boundary between the living and dead became confused on that night. The holiday became All Saints Day in Europe then Halloween in more recent times. I've taken the liberty to blur the time line of the change in names of the holiday, placing the timing of the story somewhere in limbo. So, enjoy this twisted little tale from the mind a twisted lady and have a wonderful Halloween.

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Garth walked down the three steps at the front of the meeting hall into the dark grey afternoon. The icy wind caught him as he moved down the dirt lane toward the center of the village. He pulled his leather cap down over his ears and held his woolen coat closed at the collar. Still the icy air cut though his homespun trousers making him shiver. The air came from far to the north, cooled by the ice, then blew south across the Irish Sea to strike land at Carrickfergus. This was a wind sent by the devil of the north to chill the soul of the Celtic folk. 

"Blast this bloody wind. To hell with everything," he groaned as he marched steadfastly onward.

Soon enough he came to the center of the village and entered the inn. Inside the men sat sullenly waiting for his return. The women huddled in the corners in groups of two or three talking in quiet tones. The inn was dark except for a few sputtering tallow candles and the low burning fire in fireplace.

"Aye, Garth," came to the voice of the innkeeper from behind the old, stained and splintery bar. Garth could barely make out Donal Halloran, the innkeeper, in the gloomy, half-light.

"Ah, Donal," Garth replied. 

"What's the news then, Garth? What did they say of the prophecy this year?"

All eyes turned toward Garth. The room became very still.

"Yes. The Council says, Aye. The Prophecy is true. They come this year. But who knows? Didn't they say that last year and the year before and the year before that?"

Maggie O'Connell, wife of Brian, stood at the back of the room. "If anyone knows it would be the Council, I'm sure, Garth."

The people mumbled in agreement, for they knew Maggie was old and wise, having lived longer than anyone in the village except maybe the head of the Council. Even this was disputed by some.

"Come now, Garth. Tell us what exactly did the Council say?" Innkeeper Donal went on.

"Ah. Fools that they are. They went on about ghosts and witches and walking dead. But whoever saw such?" Garth shot back.

There was another general murmur. "Walking Dead?" "Witches?" "Ghosts?" The men and women repeated these words in whispers with fear in their voices.

"And when did they say this would occur?" demanded Maggie O'Connell.

"You know very well, Maggie. Tonight's the night. You know that as well as you know the nose on your face," came Garth's irritated retort.

Again there was a general murmur in the room. "But tonight is the Festival of Samhain," Mattie McGuire objected.

"Aye so it is," Donal mused. "But then what do the English call it? What is it? All Saints Day isn't that right?"

"Yes. And in the colonies it's called All Hallow's Eve. The very words puts a chill in me bones," said Ian Denny, somewhat louder than he expected.

Garth moved closer to the great stone fireplace, still feeling the chill from the cold wind blowing off the Irish Sea. 

"Why?" he wondered. "Why tonight. Annie, daughter of Hamden, had wished him well only this morning. Her laughing grin said more than her words, Garth was sure. It seemed so much better to be bundling the lovely Annie off to a warm bed for a little "in and out" and maybe a tickle and a snog as he had done many times before, rather than standing around here musing about this silliness. "A man needs a bit of a wench to keep him warm on a night like this." But it's early yet," he reminded himself with an inward smile.

With that thought on his mind, Garth turned back to the rustic bar. "Give me a short glass of your finest to warm me innards, Donal. Then I'll be on me way."

Innkeeper Donal brought a glass, poured whiskey from a bottle and set the glass upon the bar in front of Garth. Garth dropped a copper on the bar and, picking up the glass, downed the drink in a single gulp and slammed the glass back on the bar. "Ah, now I'll be off. I have business to attend too."

Turning toward the door Garth again thought of the lovely Annie and the pleasures between her thighs. Even outside in the icy wind now driving a few snow flakes from the grey sky, the combination of drink and Annie added warmth against the cold. Garth moved up the lane toward the hill behind the village. Soon he could see the tiny cottage Annie kept with her father, the fisherman.

A single knock at the door and Annie answered. Her smile was as wide as it had been earlier at the sight of Garth.

"Ah, Garth. I wondered if you would bother to pay me a visit today," Annie said stepping aside to allow him to pass.

Garth pushed into the small, cozy room. Opening his coat, he stood by the warm fireplace. "Aye, Annie, me dear. I knew by yer smile this morn you were in a mood for a bit of ..."

"Garth you naughty bugger. What makes you think I would want anything to do with the likes of you?" Annie tried desperately to hide her grin.

"Oh come now, Annie. You know you are me true love," Garth said pressing close to Annie. His arm snaked around her waist and pulled her against him.

"And here you are," Annie said, "smelling of whiskey, thinking I would have you here while me father is gone on the boat. And professing true love for me, no less. That's funny. For I've heard you have been tickling one of the fancies at the inn."

"'Tis a lie!" protested Garth.

Annie broke into a laugh and kissed Garth on the lips.

"Oh, 'tis a game you want then, wench?" Garth said, joining Annie in laugher as he returned her kiss on her full, smiling lips. Annie slumped against him and pressed her body hard against his.

It was not long before clothing flew and Garth grunted between Annie's legs right there upon the floor of the cottage in front of the fireplace. Annie screamed and moaned and came with a body wrenching shudder just as Garth's seed spewed deep inside her. Garth rolled off Annie and lay beside her on the floor.

"So, tell me. What was the ruling of the Council?" Annie asked rolling to her side and placing her arm across Garth's chest to rest her head on his shoulder.

"Now, Annie, me lass. Don't you worry your head about those old fools. They are all full of ghosts and dead things. I think they dream them."

"You didn't answer me question, Garth," Annie said slowly, wondering. "And should I now? You know them. Every year 'tis the same thing. The prophecy is true and this is the year they say," he said staring at the ceiling. In spite of his protestations Garth was not really sure the Council was wrong again this year. He knew that from the time he was a wee child the Council had given the same dire warnings of the prophecy year after year leaving the villagers to cringe in their homes, huddled by their fireplaces in fear of the prophecy. But it had never happened.

"No," Garth told himself, "It won't be this year either or ever." Then to Annie he said, "And don't you worry. The prophecy has been told and retold since ages past. It's nothing but a tale to scare the children."

Annie smiled at this, knowing Garth would be there to protect her even if the tale turned out to be true. After all, wasn't Garth the strongest man in the village? Wasn't he the one who never showed fear? These thoughts comforted her as she snuggled closer to Garth and reached her face toward his for a bit of a snog.

But Garth was no longer in the mood for cuddling. He sat up, his ass feeling the roughness of the hand sawn planks of the cottage floor. Looking out through the one window he could see the day beginning to darken. Night was growing near. He rose to his feet and began hunting his clothes.

"Will ya be back later, Garth? I have a fine stew boiling for me dad. We can share with you," Annie said almost pleading.

"Aye. I'll be back, Annie. I'm just going to clean up me mother's grave just as I have all these years on the eve of the Festival," Garth said. He really saw no point in cleaning the brush, leaves and twigs away from the grave, but it was a tradition the villagers carried out and had done so for generations as far back as anyone could remember. And he knew the thought of Annie's fine stew would bring him back to the cottage when the task was done.

After a quick kiss and a wave good-bye, Garth buttoned his coat against the icy wind and left the cottage walking quickly down the lane the short distance toward the cemetery. Already he could see others there brushing away the leaves and pulling the weeds away from the graves of their lost parents. As he came closer he could recognize them one by one. There was the O'Malley girl on her hands and knees at the grave of her father. Garth felt a warm stir as he watched Katy O'Malley's ample ass juggle under her heavy skirt as she worked. 

And there was Biddy Carmichael. At the sight of her he instantly remembered the night several years before when Biddy lay with him, her large bosom pressed against him. He could almost feel her hard nipples against his naked chest and the smooth skin of her bum.

Over there was Michael Flannagan tending the grave of his mother, Chatty. Poor woman passed away from the cough a month ago. Garth thought of stopping to talk to Michael but then thought better of it. "Leave him to tend his grief," he thought to himself.

Garth stooped to his knees at his parent's grave. The ground was cold, cold like death and already nearly covered with a light dusting of snow. This ground was cold as death under his knees. He looked up at the headstone. It read simply:  Robert and Patty Kelly

"Aw, me darl'n, ma and dad. Here you lie, cold in the ground. Taken so young." Garth brushed away the leaves and twigs from the grave then began pulling at the dead vines that had encroached. For some time he worked until finally satisfied, he stood at looked at the grave. "Yes, and a fine grave it is," he thought out loud. "God willing we'll do this again in another year."

Then Garth looked around. All the others had finished and left him there alone. "Gone home to their warm fires, I would imagine," he thought to himself. "And it's getting quite dark now. Time for me to return to Annie and her delightful stew."

He turned back toward the lane and began to walk, then stopped suddenly. Did he hear a sound? Garth looked around him, listening. "No," he told himself, "Just the wind." He took a few more steps toward the lane. But he heard the sound again and stopped. That sound. A sound of...what? Scratching? "No. It couldn't be. It's just the wind playing tricks," he told himself.

Garth hurried toward the lane. It was nearly full dark now and the wind was even colder than before. He found himself hurrying even faster than he would have thought, driven on by the thought of Annie's warm fire and...or was it...something else?

"Fear? Of what?" he asked himself, "Fear of the dreams of old people?"

Still, he hurried along to Annie's cottage. Once inside he stood before the fireplace shivering. 

"So, how did you find Patty Kelly's grave, Garth?" came the voice of Hamden, the fisherman.

Garth turned to see the old man sitting in the corner in his rocking chair, smoke curling from his pipe, barely visible in the dim light from the oil lamp on the table. A tall glass of whiskey punch sat on the table next to him. "Oh, the usual," Garth said, trying to act nonchalant. "A few vines had grown up and then there were the leaves."

"Yes, and the cold. I though I would freeze out on the bay. It's very cold this day."

"Aye, it is, Hamden. And what about the fish?"

"Fish? Ah! Not a one. The fishing was dead. I might as well have stayed home," the old man said shaking his head.

"How odd, but not the first time that's happened," Garths said.

"No. It won't be last either," Hamden agreed, shaking his head.

"You too stop all this sad talk. It's Festival. Now come and eat before I throw it to the dogs," Annie said somewhat more cheerfully than she felt.

The two men came to the table and sat. Annie brought the big, iron pot from the wood stove and set it in the center of the little table. Bowls and spoons were already set at three places. With a large ladle Annie spooned stew into each of the bowls then from somewhere brought a large pitcher of beer. Annie took her place at the table. The three of them began to eat silently.

After some time passed Garth said, "Annie, me darl'n. The stew is wonderful as always." Annie smiled at this.

Hamden spoke next saying, "And when are you going to marry this lass, Garth, and take her off me hands so I can wile away the evenings tickling the wenches down at the inn without having to listen to her complaining."

"I would marry her, Hamden, but she thinks I've been tickling a lady or two at the inn meself."

Annie's face turned rosy red with anger for a moment then she began to laugh at Garth's joke. "You shush now, Garth. We both know that's not true at all. I'll have you when I'm good and ready and not before."

All three laughed at the exchange. Then Hamden became serious. "Something very odd happened out on the sea today."

"Tell us," Garth said

"It's hard to explain," began Hamden, "But on the way back it turned cold so I settled down behind the gunwales to get out of the wind. After a bit I heard something. It sounded like a scratching. Then something hit the bottom of the boat nearly capsizing it. I was shocked. I stuck me head up and looked around, but there was nothing."

"You are making this up, father," Annie remarked after a moment. "This is one of your Festival stories, I'm sure."

"No. As God is my witness. It's true," the old man said. By the look on the old man's face they could tell it was true.

Garth sat saying nothing out loud, but to himself he said, "So, maybe something is happening. I heard what sounded like scratching in the cemetery."

The three fell silent once again until, finally Hamden said, "Annie told me what the Council said. What do you think, Garth?"

Stubbornly Garth answered, "Yes, the Council said that. But the Council has always said that. This year, next year, every year they say it's the prophecy coming true."

Annie asked, "But what if..." Annie did not finish and neither man spoke, but all three heard it. There was a distinct scratching noise.

"What was that?" Annie asked anxiously.

"It was nothing. Just the wind," answered Garth. But the scratching continued.

"It's coming from the door," said Hamden.

The scratching was louder now. Garth could no long deny the sound.

"Can it be? Have the come?" asked Annie really frightened now.

There was there was more scratching followed by a loud bang at the door, then another.

"It cannot be," shouted Garth. "The Council has said every year..."

There was another bang at the door this time sounding as if someone were pounding at it with their fists.

"Go away! Go away!" screamed Annie.

Garth looked at Hamden, whose eyes were wide with horror. "Hamden, what do you have, man? What do you have to fight them off?" Garth now was sure the prophecy was true.

"Why...why, nothing. Oh, maybe..." Hamden leaped from his chair and quickly opened a cupboard next to the fireplace. He took out two stout clubs, handing one to Garth. Annie went to the wood pile in the corner and picked out a two foot tree limb, wrapped the end with a rag and doused it with oil to make a torch.

The three stood together, shoulder to shoulder, facing the door as the pounding continued louder and louder. Each assault on the door was harder and more insistent than the last. Soon the door began to wrack on its hinges from the battering. The two men rushed to the door and put their shoulders against it. Annie went to the fireplace and lit her torch. The men strained against the door.

Then it went quiet. After a moment the men relaxed. "Have they gone away?" Hamden wondered out loud. 

The door burst inward tearing loose from its hinges followed by a blast of frozen air, throwing the two men back to the center of the room.

Garths mother stood in the doorway, dressed as she had been buried with snow sticking to her hair and shoulders. Her arms outstretched. She took a step forward. "Ma?" Garth said in both confusion and horror.

There was a grey pallor to Patty Kelly. Her face was expressionless, but her mouth was drawn back exposing her teeth. No sounds came from her breathless mouth, but her eyes stared hungrily at Annie. The smell of rotting flesh and decay filled the room. Patty Kelly took another wavering step forward. Behind her they could see others. How many, they could not be sure. But all of them were coming toward the cottage door.

Garth stood transfixed staring at his mother. "Ma?" he mumbled. He took a step forward then stopped. Now he could see the dirt sticking to Patty Kelly's hair and dress. Bloodless scratches were evident on her arms and face. Could this really be his mother? Then something snapped in his mind. "NO!" he screamed to himself. "This is not me dear ma. This is some dead thing that..." 

With a shout, Hamden struck first. The blow hit Patty Kelly in the face. Her head flopped to one side but she continued forward. The first blow was a signal. Garth struck the man behind his mother. Annie struck Patty Kelly in the chest with her torch. Patty Kelly's clothes seemed to grab the flames and she burst into flames falling on the floor. But Patty Kelly continued to crawl forward.

Others came through the door one after another stepping over Patty Kelly and they themselves became walking torches as they did so. Now as the entered the light some, even in their gray and rotting condition, could be recognized. There was Ian McGowan, the blacksmith, killed two years ago. Mattie McCormick, the school teacher, killed when she was hit by a carriage last year. Seven others they could not or would not want to recognize. Though he couldn't see his dad, he was sure Robert Kelley was out there somewhere. Garth and Hamden struck them each time and time again, beating back the crowd momentarily.

Patty Kelly, crawled across the floor and reached out to grab Annie by the ankle. Annie went down. Her torch flew from her hand, knocking over the oil lamp on the table spilling lamp oil over the table and floor. The torch ended up on a pile of firewood. Flames shot up from the table and floor turning the cottage into an inferno. Patty Kelly's dress caught the flames and turned her into an inferno, still creeping forward. Other coming through the door stepped over Patty Kelly and too become flaming bodies. 

Annie screamed as Patty Kelly sank her teeth into her leg. Blood flowed from the wound as Annie frantically kicked at Patty Kelly's face and shoulders until she was finally free of the cold grasping hands.

Garth gathered Annie up in his arms and the two men charged the forms in the doorway knocking them aside. Cold dead hands grasped at them, tearing their clothes.

"Run. Run as fast as you can," shouted Hamden.

Hamden ran ahead. Garth ran as fast as he could while carrying Annie. A quick peek over his shoulder showed him the entire cottage was ablaze as were most of their pursuers. On they ran not toward the village, but toward the hill behind the cottage. At the top of the hill they stopped and turned. The entire village was burning. In the distance, they could hear screams and see torches moving quickly here and there. But it seemed their pursuers had forgotten them. They could be seen walking toward the burning village. Some stopped as the flames consumed them. Others continued roaming around the village, sometimes disappearing into the flames then reappearing, burning brighter than ever.




All Horror's Eve



The three watched in horror as the village burned. The screams became fewer and fewer and after what seemed like hours, finally stopped just as the sky began to brighten behind them with the coming dawn. As the sun rose the fires burned down. The three could see no movement there at all.

Feeling safe now that the sun was casting away the darkness, slowly, cautiously, Annie, Hamden and Garth made their way back down the ill toward the village. Nothing was left but smoldering buildings. Body parts were strewn about here and there. No one was left alive. Here was a piece of burned cotton fabric that Garth was sure was part of the dress Maggie had worn at the inn. Over there lay an arm with a bracelet still around the wrist. Garth looked at it in horror. That was the very bracelet that he'd given Biddy two years before. Everywhere he looked there were the signs of the horror and carnage death that took place here.

The three felt relief. It was over. They had survived. The village was lost but they would continue on. Garth would take dear Annie to wife and the three would move on to another village. But then he had a thought. "Do you remember the lines of the prophecy, Hamden?" 

"Yes, of course. Everyone knows the prophecy. It says,  And at the appointed time the dead shall rise from their graves and walk upon the earth. Woe to those they come upon," Hamden replied.

"But there is another line, Hamden. A line everyone forgets. There will be no escape. The dead will rise again and again until the last man has joined them in death. 

The three stopped. Annie and Hamden looked at Garth. "Yes, 'tis true. I remember now," said Hamden. Warily the three looked around them at the carnage. A feeling of fear rose in their throats. "I have a bad feeling..."

From all around them came the distinct sound of scratching. 



All Hypnosis is Self-Hypnosis



All hypnosis is self-hypnosis. Google that exact phrase and you'll get something like 165,000 results. It's a given within the community, that you can't hypnotize someone against their will. And it makes sense. If someone doesn't want to be hypnotized, they can simply stop listening, or as the case may be, reading.

That said, the opposite is true. If a person wanted to go into a hypnotic trance, they'd just have to keep reading, because this is indeed a hypnotic induction. A powerful one, written to not only pull you into a hypnotic trance, but to arouse you and fill you with thoughts of submission, a loss of inhibition and control.

And it all starts very simply. Simply put, you must relax. Hypnotic trances are relaxing by nature, and the more relaxed you are, the easier it is to slip into a trance. There are a lot of ways to relax, of course, but try this, the old classic.

Breath in deep through your nose, hold it for a moment, then let it out. Keep breathing like this. As you read these words, keep thinking about your breathing. If you put in the effort to focus on your breathing, then by the time you stop focusing on it, you will have realized you are just that more relaxed.

Just breath and relax. There's no rush. You don't have to think your body into relaxation, you simply have to read along, think about your breathing, and you will relax. Simple. Easy enough to relax to the point you normally are at when it's the end of a long day and you're just letting your body unwind.

Let's go a little further. Wiggle your toes. Scrunch them up tight, then let them go. Let your toes relax. Some people may wonder about that, just how to relax your toes. And the brain is a powerful thing. If you simply imagine the idea of relaxation in your toes, it happens. If you imagine stress and tension seeping out of your toes, it happens.

Imagination is powerful, so we'll be using that. Imagine your toes starting to glow with a very soft color, pink or the orange of a summer sunset. Imagine that glow warming your toes and relaxing them even further. And then, imagine that glow starting to spread. Very slowly, just a little bit more every time you take in a another deep breath through your nose and let it out through your mouth.

Imagine the glow spreading up your legs, all throughout your body. Every breath relaxes you a little more, pulls the glow higher up your body, pulls you deeper towards trance. Towards hypnosis.

So now, you're doing three things for me. First, still focusing on your breathing, in through your nose, holding it for just that brief moment, and then letting it out through your mouth. Second, you're imagining that pleasant glow creeping up your body, feeling it relax every part of you more than you can normally feel. And third, and most important, you're still reading. Reading and following along with my words.

Good girl.

Coming along this far, focusing so deeply, doing so well. A very good girl indeed. Your body feels so relaxed, even sleepy, and you're still paying such close attention to my words, savoring each and every one. So, I'm going to give you a suggestion.

Hypnotic suggestions are simply that. A suggestion you make to a person who is hypnotized. Just like a normal suggestion, you're free to ignore it. Unlike a normal suggestion, a hypnotic suggestion speaks to you on a subconscious level. Your subconscious might like something your conscious mind is afraid of, and your subconscious mind has the power to take to heart suggestions that your conscious mind couldn't follow if it tried.

There are suggestions to instantly fall into a hypnotic trance with a single spoken word. Suggestions that can leave you feeling so aroused, right at the edge of orgasm, and unable to finish. Suggestions to give me complete control of your body and mind. Suggestions that turn you into a slave. All of those and more.

But this is a very simple suggestion, because you are still relaxing. Still focused on your breathing, still focused on simply enjoying that relaxation, and still so focused on my words. So we'll start with something easy.

First, start to pay attention to your eyes. Until now, you have been blinking them without really thinking about it, but now, I want you to notice it when your eyes close. Don't close them on purpose, don't try to keep them open, just take notice of it.

Good girl.

Soon, you're going to close your eyes, count down slowly from five to zero, and then open them again. When you open your eyes, you will know you're in a deep trance. But for now, you don't need to worry about it. It won't happen just yet. Instead, as you pay attention to your eyes closing, you'll let them stay closed for just a bit longer. The deeper you go, the longer your eyes will stay closed. And when they close, in your mind, you will simply think...five. And then you'll let them open again.

Every time they close, you'll start that countdown. And every time they close, you go a little bit deeper. Every time you count down, you take yourself a little deeper. Every time you let your eyes open, you're a little bit deeper than when you let them close. Every time you close your eyes, they're going to stay closed just a little bit longer. And the longer they stay closed, the deeper you go as you count down from five to zero. And when you finally do close your eyes, when you finally reach zero...you'll be deep in trance.

You will be hypnotized.

Until then, you can keep reading. You can see what is coming. You'll read all of this again when you are hypnotized even if you don't yet think you are, and everything you read is pulling you down.

Deeper and deeper.

And when you're hypnotized, especially when someone like you is hypnotized, words can be very powerful indeed. They can wrap around your mind like chains, hold you more surely than normal restraints. They can caress you softly, tease your body like a lover. And they can tell you what to think.

So, when you've gone into your deep trance, read these words. Repeat them back inside your head, let them echo. Let them resonate with you.