He laughs, “It’s harmless! Look it doesn’t even have power, no cable!”
He pointed around the strange looking device. I looked, despite it’s rather vicious looking sharpened steel pole, it looked just like a strange bondage setup.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was aroused, the idea of being strapped in and helpless while my boyfriend fucked me, was a real turn on. It actually took six months of going out before we got onto the subject of any possible… kinks we might have.
I had suggested, just a little bit of light bondage in bed, he had just smiled and took me to this. Hidden away in his basement.
“Come on!”, he said, breaking my thought. “Seriously, it’s harmless.”
I couldn’t help but see the bulge in his pants, like me, he must’ve found it arousing already. I nodded, and moved in to kiss him, gently.
He moved slightly back, and grinned, grabbing me easily, shaking his head.
“Strip!”, he barked.
I smiled, playing along, “Yes Sir!”, and quickly took off my clothes.
“Get in, meat.”, he commanded again, a little less playfully I thought. I hesitated, and he grabbed me, guiding me to the strange setup.
I complied, it was really turning me on, I heard the rip of velcro as he strapped me in, he bent my arms and secured them behind my back. I winced, “Hey, that hurts.”
“Shut up meat.”, he was harsh now.
“I…I don’t like this anymore, I want to stop.”, I tried pulling myself out. I suddenly felt his hand on my head, pressing it down until he managed to secure the final velcro strip across my neck.
I heard him unzip his pants, and could feel his cock exploring my folds, I was slick with desire.
“You body tells me a different story, meat.”, and he slowly pushed his cock into me. It was true, I felt the thrill, the fear, and it had burned my arousal. He started to fuck me, my breasts moved in time, the device didn’t allow for much forward motion, but it allowed enough.
I moaned, and felt my wetness running down my inner thigh. He stopped, moving away. He walked in front of me, his finger tips tracing my curves as he went.
He produced a small tv screen, on it I could see myself strapped in.
“You’re recording this?!”, but he didn’t reply, didn’t even look at me, and just returned, thrusting into me again. He was relentless, and as I felt a wave of pleasure flow through me, I strained against the bonds, crying out, breathless.
He felt him release, deep inside me, and he stopped, cock rammed to the hilt, it pulsing within me. A paused, then I felt him pull out, his cock still stiff and slick from the both of us.
I panted, my own bliss making me unaware of the noises as he mounted the spit back into place. I didn’t even hear him engage the device after he plugged it in.
He moved in front of me, opening my mouth, and put his cock down my throat, I gagged, but he didn’t care. Grabbing my head, he thrust his cock down my throat, painfully jarring.
I suddenly felt the cold steel tip on the lips of my sex, I shuddered, and at that moment I felt his hot cum fire down my throat.
“What is going on?!”, I thought. and I felt a burst of the most intense pain I have ever experienced, I screamed. He quickly took the moment to pull his cock from my throat. I tried to look up at him, and saw him grinning.
“Look meat, it won’t take long.”, he pointed to the screen, and I could see the spit quickly making its way through me. The pain intensified and travelled through me, I screamed, my face contorted in pain.
I choked, already it had made it’s way to my throat, it’s obscene diameter causing me to gag again. I tried to move my head, but he held it as still as he could, being sure the spit was guided correctly.
My screams grew muffled, and I felt him forcing my mouth open as the spit made its way through. My body quivered, bound and run through, I felt the intense pain of it violating my body, but being unable to move.
He stood there, watching me, I was sure that my movements on the spit were arousing him again. He produced a knife and slowly moved towards me.
“Now meat, lets get you cleaned up.”
The hot flash of the blade seemed to pale in comparison to the trauma of the spit, I heard the sickening sound of my intestines falling out of me, and he whispered in my ear, caressing my body.
“Don’t worry meat, I’ll make sure you won’t miss anything, I think you’ll last awhile in the oven.”
(via houseofjessicad)