Friday 28 September 2012

Role Play
The Abduction
part 8
“See.. I told you good girls get their rewards”
She was face down into the mattress with a serious case of post orgasmic shudders. Whether or not she was listening mattered little. I stroked her satisfaction into the thin skin that covered the prominent, blood engorged veins of my enhanced cock. I stood there and actually marvelled at modern medicine, and wondered how this super drug ever came about? The more I thought about it, the more a growing ache built inside me. I hadn’t come yet, although I could have numerous times. I have my very own fetish, one of several, and it’s got everything to do with restraint. I enjoy being brought to the precipice and guided back down only to be brought back again, and so on and so forth. But this was an entirely different kind of ache. And it bothered me. Perhaps a tight little ass might provide me some satisfaction. And my hard-bodied sex slave appeared to be offering hers up.
“Time to relieve myself”
I knelt behind C and massaged the pale globes of her butt. One by one I coaxed the beads out of her, each bringing a delicate whimper from their host.
“You know what’s coming don’t you?”
Her whimpers became more pronounced. I removed the beads and tossed them on the mattress, not far from C’s face. “You won’t need those anymore”
I greased my pole with the sumptuous excess of love still present around C’s cunt and introduced my crown to her back door. I gently rocked forward and teased her tightness, threatening to push in and take her. She was resisting, with senses heightened I could feel the tension at the tip of my cock.
“Such a resilient little arse-hole”
I nudged and prodded at her as she tried to keep the wolves at bay.
“But I will get in”
Her resistance served only to excite me further. I’ve never felt my prick so hard, so thick.  I tapped at her door with a metronomic swing and, before too long, she let me in. I paused there for a moment, at the point where the entire head is yet to disappear.. this for me, is the place I adore most. The very entry itself.. its sensation, my delight is centred around the next inch. C tried to steal my thunder, leaning back on me..
“No.. this is my moment, you’ve had yours”
‘Fuck’  ..her retort.
I remained there poised, almost drunk on the sensation, the anticipation, like that 15 seconds before a storm breaks.. before nature takes it primal course. She knew what was coming.
In one painfully slow and measured stroke I pushed the entire length of slick and throbbing cock into C. Cramming such a tight space is a deliriously sublime feeling, outside description, way out, in the stars somewhere.
Once C had accepted my presence there we began to fuck. Dirty, bound and restrained bottom sex. The sort of fucking that brings water to the mouth.. cursing and animal type noises from deep within. A very healthy state of being.
I clamped onto C and rocked into her with a venomous lust. I felt her body purr as I had my way, her want mirroring my own. I clawed at her tits and hips, gathering purchase with which to deliver each carnal blow. The sound of weightened balls slapping on her pretty piece served notice of my intent. I couldn’t and wouldn’t last long in here.
‘Fuck me’
C had changed her tune completely.. I knew she was a dirty bitch, but her mouth turned completely potty. She now begged for debasement and spurred me on. I was reduced to a slobbering, rabid fuck machine. She’d bewitched me yet again. I gave her everything and more, every concentrated fibre of my being poured into this connection. And as the seed inside my balls reached critical mass, and my body began to buzz and hum she did the perfect thing and asked..
‘I wanna see you come... please... can I taste it?’
“What?” in such a state I had to double take.
‘I wanna taste your cum’
“Holy shit” I thought that out loud, scarcely believing what I’d heard.
Slowing my movements to a deliberately decadent pace, I focused once more. Not easily done at the knifes edge of climax.
“You may”
Removing myself from C’s arse was a painful experience.. I wanted so badly to stay there.. one minute more. But then who am I to deprive this vixen of her filthy needs.
With great effort I stood and concentrated on the task at hand. I easily wrangled C’s tidy and constricted frame so that she was sitting up.. hands still locked neatly by her ankles. She looked up at me through tousled locks and opened her mouth.
‘Come on’ she breathed.. showing me her tongue.
Here I stood, towering over this precious little bound and controlled thing, and it was she who had me in the palm of her hand. With subversive eyes and those two words, I became her play thing. And it felt good.
I rolled my hand over the ribboned veins and ridges of thickened meat and she followed my every move. I could see her hands struggling at the bindings and knew she needed to touch herself. There’s something boundlessly erotic about masturbating for your lover, and vice versa. C eyed me up and down, taking in every manly edge, I felt her desire burning into me when our eyes met. I clasped my balls and kneaded them, not so gently. As I did C licked her lips and asked again..
‘Come for me’
I worked my cock to a familiar rhythm and felt the murmurings of an immense climax.. built up over many hours, many days in fact, for I’d been saving myself for C. Random muscles began to flicker and the trees closed in on me.
‘That’s it’
Barely breathing, I pump my cock..
‘Yeah’
I hold it back with every last molecule of resistance.. But then the heavens open up. A searing ecstasy tears through me, whole bodied and vicious convulsions take over as I do my upmost to direct the tremendous shower of silky lust towards my lovers’ palate, with only limited success. I give her my best. And as the remnants of a billion swimmers ripple from my being, I introduce my swollen crown to C’s mouth. She lovingly removes any trace and, feeding generously on my cock, eyes her approval. She takes me deep within her throat and stays there, as her reward I offer the last pulsing seed before removing myself.
“Fuck”
I’ve no other descriptive. I’m drained, but my cock has barely wilted. C looks up at me.. as my senses trickle back in, I survey the scene.
“There’s’ cum all over you” I state proudly, impressed with my work.
Click... Whirrr
Click... Whirrr..
I capture the opaque and glistening puddles on her breasts.. her hair and face. 
"But.. I'm not finished with you yet"

Thursday 27 September 2012

BHPlugs..

Being an avid reader of comic books since, well lets just say I’ve read quite a few, has not only enabled me to escape momentarily into a largely innocent world of fantasy, but it exposes me to upcoming artists, story-tellers, through both written word and illustration.


 It comes as no surprise that a young uber-talent by the name of Sam Weber is now making his mark with forays into the far wider reaching medium of commercial art, or to put it more succinctly.. commercial art has found him. And good on him. 


I first became aware of his work as cover artist on a run of House of Mystery comics for a major American publisher.. It’s funny, but even back then I was struck by the unworldly talent this guy displayed, and pegged him for greatness. So if you’ve never heard of him, familiarise yourself with his name and work. And if it strikes a chord, pass it on. 

Wednesday 26 September 2012

choice butts #7...

That spot.. 
that one damn spot of beauty 
etched in such graphic detail upon my framework
my fibres
the matters grey
tormented not just in my waking hours
I kiss you in my sleep 
How can one spot..
be so damn sweet?

Saturday 22 September 2012

care for a slice...
hands up if you'd like a little bit..
choice cuts #19...

'Keep Yourself Warm'
by 
Frightened Rabbit
a little bit of indie out of Selkirk, Scotland (now of Glasgow). It's the lyrics to this song that really capture me. How a bunch of guys can sit around and come up with a song like that is, well intriguing to say the very least. 
But, with winter on the way, they offer a few handy tips, so listen up!
snap..

Yet another piece from the master.. Jan Saudek.. On the subject of body hair and down there.. this just goes to show that even the mega-bush can be appealing. Infact infinitely so.


Friday 21 September 2012

currently reading...

I've been a little bit of a recluse this past month.. it's called Work.. four letter word that it is, has had me stressed. So my therapy is sinking into bed with a good book. Lately I've been devouring anything about the break up of Yugoslavia and it's former state. Not light reading I can assure you, but in the past 4 weeks I have ripped through:

The Fracture Zone
by Simon Winchester
The Bridge Betrayed
by Michael A Sells
and
Balkan Odyssey
by David Owen

Reading about the atrocities that occurred in Bosnia somehow brings my own trials and tribulations into an incredibly sharp focus. Apart from that, the politics of religion interest me greatly, and I cannot think of anywhere in recent history where such an array of ideologies have clashed so violently, and in doing so, proved how alike and equally capable of abhorrent acts they (we) all are.
On the flip side, having travelled extensively through each of the former Yugoslavian provinces, I can say that the human spirit has endured, and indeed begins to flourish anew.
Good news.



Tuesday 4 September 2012

Role Play
The Abduction
part 7

She barely struggled, if only just to complain. I think having her rear end violated brought her around a touch, to the machinations of this game. And ultimately, we were both getting exactly what we wanted.
“Move it”.. I had a handful of C’s hair and pushed her along back through the foliage toward the light. She whined as the spiky limbs raked across her bare skin, I stuck close to her avoiding the same treatment altogether, and kept her moving. “You did it to yourself”
As the trees opened out to reveal our playground, I surveyed the scene and felt a little rush of pride, a sense of accomplishment. Excitedly, I brought an open palm hard into contact with C’s butt cheek. She mustn’t have been expecting it as she literally left the ground and let loose with a painful wail. I couldn’t help but snigger at her body’s retort. “That’s for your little stunt”.. I pulled her into me.. “Don’t do it again”.
By now we had shuffled past the van and into the glowing light. I threw C onto the waiting mattress.. “Make yourself comfortable”.
She gathered herself and rolled over to face me. “Get rid of the pyjama top”. She did so sheepishly and for the first time this evening was on full display. I stood at the edge of the mattress, lazily stroking my rigid dick as I eyed her up. “No wonder you get so much attention from the boys” I said waving my cock in her direction.. “Such a prize aren’t you”. She kept quiet, focusing only on my hand as it lolled back and forth over the bulbous end of my knob. “In an ideal world I’d let you suck my balls right about now... but you can’t be trusted”.. which was a damn shame. She looked genuinely upset with that appraisal but could hardly complain. “Now, get on your knees” .. she did so expectantly and moistened her lips.. “No, no.. turn and face the other way”. As she re-positioned herself I fetched the restraint newly purchased for this very occasion, and its locks. “Spread your legs”.. C instinctively got on all fours and opened herself for me. By the time she had looked over her shoulder to see what was going on I had squat down and sat on her calves. As swiftly as I could I clamped and locked her ankles in the heavy duty spreader. She couldn’t see what was going on so had no concept of the device that was being implemented.. or maybe she did? Getting her second ankle locked away was decidedly more difficult as she bucked around with mock effort, which made handling the lock a nuisance. Once confined in this device though, she’d be rendered helpless, but certainly not useless. She quickly became aware of her impending predicament though, as I felt some nails dig into my right flank, and tear. It was enough to spring me to my feet, my ribs are for some reason a very tender place and even the slightest prod has me jumping. “That’s not very nice”..She’d drawn blood. I leapt back onto C with a definite mean streak bubbling up from within. I shoved her face down into the mattress. “Wanna play rough do ya”. I took to her more forcefully than I had previously, and briefly I was reminded of a time when my big sister and I used to fight, around about the time when I finally began to outmuscle her. It’s funny where one’s mind diverts to in moments of physical duress. In a more aggravated mode C offered far less of an obstacle to my want. I wrangled her arms one by one, inside her knees, and attached them to the solid steel bar. And now, finally, C could appreciate her situation fully. I stood up and admired my handywork. I watched with delight as she tried each individual cuff, separately and then together. “It’s no use.”
‘Fuck you’ she snapped.
“No” I chuckled, diluting the rush of anger that had swept through me.
“No... this is where I get to fuck you”
Again she strained at the bindings, but it really was utterly pointless.
‘Motherfucka’
Click...Whirrr.. a close up of her splayed private parts and wrists locked.
“Now now, don’t be like that”
‘You fucking bastard’
“And you are my filthy little slut, aren’t you?” I moved in a little closer.
“Look at you, with your arse up in the air like that... I bet your cunt is dripping”
I inserted several fingers into her blushing, and yes, drenched cunt.
Click... Whirrr.. ECU of the probing.
“And all you want is a fat dick inside you, isn’t it?”
‘nnnn... faaarrrk’  a painful resignation was all she could offer. I fingered her greedily, with a smug contempt.
“Filthy bitch.. you deserve what you get”
‘nnnnnnn’
Time to introduce said dick. It was still standing bolt upright and pulsing. My balls rattled like an old fashioned pressure cooker. I removed my fingers and wiped C’s slickness over the end of my knob. Positioning myself on knee directly behind her, I gloated in the availability of her inner workings.
“You certainly look ready for me darling”
I bent my bulky shaft 90* and rest it just inside the folds of her lips. Close to hand was my little kit bag which I dragged over so it was more readily accessible. I rummaged inside and felt the unmistakable nodes of my favourite beaded dildo, specifically for tight butts. I rolled the first few bulbs around my tongue, delivering as much spit as I could muster and without warning pressed the first bead into C’s ass. She recoiled a tad, but was unable to move very far in any direction. 2, 3, and 4 beads disappeared with relative ease. “Greedy little arse is gobbling them up”. As she swallowed the last. I paused there for a moment and shuffled myself into prime position. I swept my hands along her flanks and pawed at her, one hand on her delicate breast and the other on her peachy ass. I pondered at how incredibly fit she was, body and mind, and what a wonderful partner she would make. Not wanting to drift too far from the job at hand though, I reminded myself of her terms and came back to present with a jolt.
“Yes, you are fit... fit for purpose”. And plunged into her.
It was, to a degree sinful the delight I gathered from fucking this deliciously helpless creature. There was no need to rush things, she wasn’t going anywhere, I could simply plough in with all my worth at a luxurious pace, concentrating solely on the sensation. Mine.
I held the handle of the beads to my pubis to distribute the same rhythmic tapping to her ass. It’s moments like these that I really wish I had 2 dicks.
C took it well. She let me fuck her just the way I liked. My spare hand grasped the wonderfully prominent ridge of her hip and allowed me to plumb her depths with as little or as much vigour as I chose. I watched her hands as they grasped at air and balled to fists, in almost perfect time with my thrusts. I listened intently, enthralled by the irresistibly lush sounds of our coupling. It’s a succulent combination, a heady mix, and too often taken for granted.
I wanted to make C come. It was my overwhelming wish to induce a violent orgasm. The kind she could take with her for the rest of the week. Without missing a stroke I removed a little box from my kit. Inside, what I affectionately refer to as ‘my little pink friend’. It’s a stunning piece of equipment, powerful and tactile. I hit the button and selected an adequate setting. I curled around C and continued filling her with me. As soon as I applied my little friend I felt her body react, another heavenly point of contact. I held my friend in place and let it do its job. Such is its power that I could feel the reverb down my shaft and a tingle in my jewels. I fuck her at a steady pace, it won’t be long. I grunt and growl and pant, my speech has left me. I leave the beads implanted firmly in her arse and cloak myself around her. She is very much trapped now, blanketed in my musky heat. I reach up and gather both her breasts in one hand. In tight like this we move as one. I rock into her with an aching fleshly fervour, and she receives me, willingly. I feel her open up and grind in deeper. "Fuck" it all turns base. I pump. She gasps. My little friend has done its job.. and C lets go. She’s unusually quiet, but the signs are unmistakable. I feel her sinews twitch and then rattle as her bodies whisper becomes a roar. The warm glow of lustful intent coats my balls so I remove myself and let her bathe in the blurry aftermath.

Standing over her once again, I feel more in touch with her than ever before. 
Click... Whirrr. A keepsake of the moment as it ripples through her.