Role Play
The Abduction
part 6

Click...Whirrr.. another for posterity. She looked so devilishly handsome draped over the bonnet, raggedly clad, limbs bound, ass protruding. A poster girl for some B&D fleshpot Auto-mag or something similarly twisted.

So inviting was the vision that I simply couldn’t resist the urge to feast on her in this state. Again I approached her and grabbed her arse with both hands. Pulling her apart to expose her precious wares.. “Thats just such a pretty picture”.. I buried my face deep into her crevasse.  There was nothing graceful or delicate about it as I fed hungrily on her succulent bits, spit mingling with C’s juices, it all tasted fine to me. No hole was spared, there’s nothing sacred on this ravenous table. I tongued and sucked and slurped on her. She didn’t resist in any way. So absorbed in my plate, enthused by the taste, face planted firmly in her quim, I forgot to breathe. The tingling light headedness of asphyxiation has a certain addictive quality, a moreish effect. I gorged and C benefitted from my feeding. I heard a protracted, luxuriant moan. She may have come..

As I stood I felt a dark shroud close in on me, stars popped in front of my eyes and I nearly lost my legs. A lack of oxygen and blood flow almost got the better of me. I propped myself up against the van and took rapid shallow breathes until the light returned. When it did my eyes trained on my thumping erection standing proud. So that’s where all my blood was... it sure felt like it. Without a thought I turned, rolled onto C and drove it into her with a deliberate fury. As if it were she who had brought this affliction upon me. And it was. 5 deep sharp strokes, before pulling out again.

Reaching into the van I grabbed a blade. I leaned into C’s thighs, trapping her legs and swiftly cut the tie with one pass. Her feet were free. I tore the remnants of her pyjama bottoms from her and cast them aside. She wouldn’t be needing them this night. I leaned into C once more, pinning her to the van with my lower half. My cock nuzzled into her cheeks. I slipped the blade carefully between her wrists, and cut. Free from the binding, C sighed, the relief would be only too brief, however I’m glad she enjoyed it. She relaxed somewhat. I shelved the knife and grabbed her arms.. I brought them up her sides and stretched them out above her head. Draping over her with my considerable weight I brushed my stubbled face against her cheek. Holding her firm, I bit playfully at the leather strap of the gag and on her ear. “Now don’t try anything stupid will you” she moaned and gargled something.. “I’m watching you”.. a slight adjustment allowed the head of my cock to nudge inside C’s considerably slick and gaping cunt. “You’ve been so good”.. I gave her another centimetre.. nothing more.. I nibbled and bit on her cheek, her neck and ear.. breathing on and into her.. another centimetre. “Good girls get rewards”.. I retracted slightly.. C groaned and crimped her muscles, clamping down tight around the rim of my crown, not wanting me to leave. “You like that hmm?”.. “You love cock don’t you”.. A quiet, slightly submissive and painful ‘Yeah’ came from C’s open mouth, so I rewarded her with an inch at best. ‘Yeah’ again as she attempted to push out and onto me, without any joy as I pulled back. C whimpered.. ‘Ahh hark’ whatever that meant. “Dont worry sweety, you’re gunna get your fill”.

‘Ahhhh’. I started to wonder if maybe the gag was annoying her. I’ve heard that some folk are inclined to a little lock-jaw after a while. Not that she’d been kicking up a stink or anything. Certainly I’d not heard the safe word uttered.. or even an attempt. I found myself thinking whether or not I wanted to fuck her face further, I definitely fancied throwing my seed across her parted lips and into her open mouth, that’s just a given. But my concern started to take over. I pulled out of her and slid my meat up her crack. I brought all my weight down on her and gripped both her wrists in a single palm. “Just relax”.. Fumbling at the strap I managed to undo the clip and release the gag. Now it was just the small matter of getting the ring out of C’s mouth. I decided to let her do the honours. “Take it easy now and give me the ring”. Allowing her arms the freedom to remove the gag I kept my weight on her. I listened as she struggled with the extraction; She’d been wearing it quite some time now.  “That’s it”... My forearm bore my weight across her shoulder blades. It took some effort, but C managed to twist the gag inside her mouth and then spat it onto the bonnet with a tinny clunk and a cry of relief. She was quiet, strangely subdued as she massaged her obviously aching jaw. I hadn’t realised just how powerful a restraint that gag was. “That’s better now isn’t it”.. the tautness in her body had relinquished. “You’re lucky I gave you the chance to have my cock down your throat”. 

The expletives began to flow from C’s mouth, she had been kept quiet for too long it seemed and she wasn’t happy. I kept her pinned to the bonnet and took the verbal, she was well within her right to be a little worked up. To a point. Having heard enough I grabbed a handful of her hair and reefed it back sternly. She squealed, but, like a kitten in her mothers mouth, submitted speedily.. “Are you quite done?”.. “Hmmm.. Are you?” “Potty mouthed little slut”.. My cock again found it’s mark, of its own accord. I threw it into her wildly for a minute, maybe more. As I did I found myself growling and swearing obscenities in response to C’s pitiful mewling. I wasn’t here to win friends. Using her hair as leverage assisted with the ramming. Sweat rolled off the tip of my nose and fell onto her back. Fucking can be such hard work. My piston like action brought me to the brink in next to no time, so, with tormented and overladen balls I removed myself, releasing C and letting her collapse onto the steely heat of the van. I slapped her hard across the butt and backed away. “Fuuuck”.. that was close.

I checked my cock.. A meniscal pearl filled the eye, glinting in the ambient light. Very close. I lifted my head and saw C’s arm flail, something shiny was coming at me.. I flinched and felt the solid thud of metal ring as it connected with my collarbone. With venom. “Arrghh” It hurt like hell and took me a moment to compute. C scrambled to her feet and took off into the woods. “Fucking bitch”. I gave chase, it was pretty dark outside the clearing and she couldn’t get far. I had the advantage of having a lovely pale white ass to guide me as my eyes adjusted. Adrenalin coursed through me as we swept through the outstretched limbs of the juvenile pine trees, scratching, whipping and prickling me on route. Although I felt none of it.

She was within reach.  “Come here”.. I reached out, grabbing at C’s arm, she fought back and wrenched herself free but just as she did she tripped, stumbled and hit the deck. I almost ran over her, but managed to stop just short. She’d had the wind knocked out of her and was gasping for air. I stood her up and frisked her, a brief assessment for any damage. She seemed fine. I threw her around and squeezed her into me, a standing spoon, locking her arms by her sides. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going hmmm”.. We shuffled to the nearest sizeable tree. I pressed C, face first into the coarse bark and snaked a hand around the white of her exposed throat. And squeezed. “Hmmm”.. I bent at the knees and positioned my dick for penetration. “Where you going?” I grunted as I punctured what was definitely her little butthole. ‘Owhh’.. “Whats that”.. I nudged in slightly. ‘Ahh fuck’..  “You trying to run away from me”.. she was resisting my intrusion and I let her. ‘Nnnn’.. I was already inside. I’ll wait. “Where you running to?”... ‘Please don’t’.. I held her firm and squeezed her throat a little tighter.. “Please don’t what?” I breathed into her ear.. “Don’t what?”.. as I pressed home another inch. ‘Please’.. she begged.. “Please what?”.. I felt her ass tighten around my cockhead. “Fuck that’s tight”.. I pushed in a tad more and pressed my face into her cheek.. “Please... what?”..  ‘Fuck me’ she uttered in a meekish tone. ‘Fuck me’.. the words themselves brought about a monumental release.. C melted in my arms and her arse gave in, literally swallowing the entire length of my throbbing cock. I warily maintained my hold on C, mindful of her potential to flip and at the same time plundered her willing bum. ‘Ohh fuck’.. she seemed to be enjoying it. I could barely speak, infact I couldn’t, far to absorbed in the sensations that were afforded me in this sublimely intimate moment. C arched out to meet my pendulum thrusting. There was barely enough light to see my steely pole as it slid effortlessly into the darkest space available on this little hard-body. But I watched intently. I held C to ransom here against the tree for as long as I could bear. I was a blurry mess of lust and decadence. She was more than receptive to my fucking and begged me to carry on. But that couldn’t be the way it ended.. I held back.. not wanting to give her a drop of my boiling seed in such a way.
That would be too easy.

choice cuts #17...

Hero Knows
by
We have Band
the reasonably little known London based 3 piece from Manchester who've come a long way over the last 4 years or so. They knock out a wicked live set of mostly upbeat and energetic electronic indie slash disko slash rock. I don't know.. listen and judge for yourself. Currently touring nice small rooms on the continent. Well worth the effort let me tell you.

Please accept this little slice.. as an apology for my recent absence. I've been terribly occupied of late, but now that the show is over... my work here can continue.

Listen to the man...

Theres always a moment when we start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.

excerpt from 'The Salmon of Doubt'
by
Douglas Adams
the remarkable English writer and, come to think of it, multi-talented genius

Take me in your hands lover

if you will

and bring this want to life

It's you I crave from deep within

the place where kept my most heated

and darkest imaginings

It's in your hands

your exquisite and divine touch

that I lose all such thoughts

and inhibition

An expert in the manual arts

see how my lust has surfaced

In your hands

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 5

She looked so helpless. I felt an urge to release her from her bonds and fuck her, but intimately, with a tender passion. It was strange. But the feeling didn’t last long as I recalled her message stating that this would be the only chance I’d have to use her body. The lovey dovey thoughts evaporated quickly.

I approached her, hard-on swaying, upright, cobra-like. She growled at me as best she could with mouth ajar. Pulling her legs out straight, I sat on her thighs. I took her chin in hand and pushed my tongue through the ring gag, tasting her. Looking into her eyes I stated simply “Time to fuck you proper” and tore her pyjama top open, exposing milky white flesh and rosy nipples peaked atop small, perfectly formed tits. I took them in my hands, cupping them to gauge their slight weight and pinched her nipples, jolting her to life. Sitting back, I stroked my dick while kneading her tits. Her head was bowed, chin to chest as she watched my hands. Saliva fell down in ropes, splashing onto her belly. I plunged a hand between her thighs.. Squeezing her mound.. fingertips fondling her clit. “You’re gunna fuck me” I whispered.. “I’m gunna fuck you”.. she began to grind into my palm. Her eyes never left the head of my cock, shining slick in the light as I rolled my hand over it. I propped up on my knees and slotted into her open mouth. Holding her head down I continued the face fucking, but without much purchase I needed more. I needed to experience the sensation that only fully fledged penetration can provide, the kind that perhaps only the man garners most enjoyment from, the repetitious ins and outs, from hilt to tip. I wanted in.

I stood and walked away, mocking “Wait there”, and retrieved the camera. Click..whirr. “Another one for the grandchildren”... before returning it to the van.

I straddled C and roughly pushed her aside, leaning in to unclip the carabina. She was still in no position to fight, and the restraints and gag had subdued her a little. Maybe she just wanted to fuck as much as I did. Just as I was thinking this she arced up. In what can only be described as a bold attempt to headbutt me, she only managed to come crushing up against my steely tool. No harm done. I chuckled. “Whataya think you’re doing”... “Want some rock, is that what you want?” striking hefty blows over her forehead with my meat. She grumbled something indecipherable. I picked her up and threw her again onto my shoulder, an uncomfortable whompf of air expelled from C as I did, and took her to the fore-quarter side of the Peugeot. I stood her down and bent her over 90*, pressing her torso and face firmly into the purring warmth of the bonnet. Leaning into her, effectively pinning her to the panels, I reached around and gathered lubrication from her open mouth. Rolling off marginally, but keeping her pinned with hip and bent knee, I exposed her fully. Fumbling deep into the crease of her bum, I nudged my thumb in, and with 3 triangulated fingers worked both her receptacles to a splendid squelching rhythm. She approved.
At all points of contact I felt some tension depart her body, for the first time. It felt delicious. She was receiving me. I jammed her fuller, further, and delighted in her moans. “You like that hmmm.. Little slut”. I didn’t stop. I thought about it, but carried on. A little faster, a little deeper, my little pinky collecting her button on the inward stroke. Her approval became more obvious, I wasn’t sure if she deserved to come just yet, but I gave her more. With each stuffing C let out a throaty whimper.. “Horny little bitch aren’tcha”.. and with that she went quiet, melting into the steel panels. I removed my fingers, not wanting to give her what she wanted, and slapped her sharply across the buttocks with a juicy whack. It brought her back to life in an instant. I brought my hand down again, in much the same spot, she rippled and yelped, and tried to break free of my hold, to no avail. I pushed her further over the bonnet, her feet now off the ground, and rolled onto her, pinning her down with my weight. “I’m so fucking hard”.. I really was, achingly so. “You’ve been such a good girl”... she had been. “Time for your reward”.. and without delay I speared into her with a lusty blow. “Ahhh”.. I wasn’t quite sure which hole I’d punctured.. “So tight”... but fuck it felt good. I drew out completely, and drove in again this time with full effect; knocking some wind and a wail from C. I ground in deep and felt her limits, crushing crown against her cervix. Inside her at this point I forced more blood into my cock. The result a sizable swelling in girth, I want to let her know who’s boss. I fuck her like this for some time. Retracting all the way, pause for effect and the element of surprise, breathe in, and thrust, pause, engorge, breathe, retract. Each thrust drawing wind and wails from my little fuck doll.
So sweet. She sure knows how to make a guy feel wanted.
Her pussy now has given in to my meat. She is open, sodden, indeed weeping with our collective juice. Each inward journey bringing with it almost painfully intense sensations, relieved only by the outward slide and following release. I tease her with my cock-head, allowing her a tiny notion of forewarning, before plumbing deep. And, then, from time to time I give it to her, unable to resist I fuck her, slapping into her with fast and hearty strokes. It’s in these stanzas that I lose myself somewhat; The haze of ecstasy descends and control ebbs from my body, and if I’m not careful, flows into C. I can’t let that happen. Breathe. And back to me. Once again conscious, I carry on my fucking, although a little less invested. I take in the surroundings and step outside the event to watch from the edge of the clearing. I’m overcome by a surreal and terribly erotic dreamlike state.
But this is real.
I’m brought around sharply by the ongoing squeals of C as she receives her generous helping of dick. My thumb once again plugging her arse. “Such a good girl” spills from my lips. I sense myself to be at this point, outside reality, a bit like a pornstar might, except without an audience and no cameras. Although the lights are squarely on me, and I want to perform, desperately and just for C. Distracted by these thoughts I decide it best to ramp it up somewhat, time to break out the sweets. I rip out of my starlet and slide up between her cheeks, up and down a few times.. threatening her with an invasion. But that will come later. I reached through the drivers window... Click..Whirrr. This one a close up of my swollen prick saddled neatly between C’s cheeks, her clip-tied hands visible in the top of frame.

“Quite the family album we’re building here”..

She gave a muted complaint and wriggled a bit. It was time to relieve her of these bonds.. and introduce the next. 

A slice of she..

 Some of you may remember my best female friend 'D' from the 'Ins and Outs' post. Well, even though our sexual adventure was short-lived, we have maintained our tight knit, and she recently asked me to take some photos of her. The best part was that she wanted them done in various states of undress. Who am I to refuse. I agreed to her request on the proviso that I could keep some and work on them to produce a series of postcards for her (and me). There is an enormous amount of trust between us, so she unflinchingly obliged. The shoot itself was a highly charged affair, one which may well require reporting, some other day. Above is one of a series I produced for her, although the image has been cropped for obvious reasons. Now you can get a sense of what all the fuss was about.

high rotation...

An Awesome Wave
by
Alt-J
the stellar debut album from the incomparable and genre-bending Leeds born quartet. I've been lucky enough to catch them several times in small venues, up until now, and these guys knock out a splendid show. Still raw, but they are headed in one direction only.
Catch'em while you can.

the great debate
/Version He.1

Your thoughts dear readers, on a couple of matters to do with manliness and the like.

Matter 1) Recently some fellow bloggers have brought up that age old debate regarding male circumcision. As much as I don't get it (I mean we certainly don't pursue or condone the female variety) I'd like to hear the apparent for and against arguments, as there seems to be a broad spectrum of views. I sit firmly in the pro-foreskin camp. Although I had no choice in the matter, I see no reason to remove any part of the body. I am still in possession of my tonsils even though in my teenage years they caused me annual torture. As for my foreskin.. Why on earth would anyone wish to remove something that is both functional and gratifying. In my experience, it has helped maintain sensitivity and a silky smooth suppleness to the glans. It's also a remarkable masturbation tool, and lovers can use it in a multitude of torturous and teasing ways, techniques that just aren't available to my cut brothers.

But I really would like to hear the female perspective. Is there a preference and why? And does it really matter?

Matter 2) In this neck of the woods (the U.K), there has been a rather disturbing shift toward the no body hair camp. Left right and centre, more and more men are taking the time, considerable effort and expenditure to undergo any number of epilation treatments. Call me a traditionalist, or just plain daft... but I just don't get it. I understand that a degree of maintenance is required in certain areas, and that those who have excessive hair might feel the need to thin out in part... but really, to devoid oneself of hair follicles is in my eyes just a tad peculiar. But maybe I'm missing something. Maybe I'm showing my age. Has the term man been re-invented behind my back? Have I lost touch with the wider world? Is this really what the ladies want?

Please let me know your thoughts on these delicate matters. I've included a photo of myself with foreskin and hair intact. I await response and recommendations with scissors and epilator in hand.

Role Play
The Abduction 
part 4

There was no time to fuck around.

I left the motor running, the park lights illuminated the scene adequately, however I’d brought an additional camp light which cast an eerie milky blue glow around the clearing. As my eyes adjusted, I wondered if perhaps the light was too much, possibly visible from a distance? Needing to check, I walked off in the direction that we had come from, not far. It was quite noticeable, except once a few bends had been made there was very little to suggest our presence, and one would have to be searching the woods with intent. At least that’s what I told myself.

Back at the car I arranged some kit so it would be easily accessed. Rope, the restraint, its locks opened, and the Polaroid. Using the thickest rope available I rigged a loop around one of the more sizeable trees, ready for tethering. The whole time C made sporadic cries for help which sounded more like moans of pleasure from inside her prison. Won’t be long now, I found myself saying, not loud enough for her to hear, more for me. Moving hastily, I prepared the scene further, ensuring that everything necessary was in place and easily reachable. I could feel the pill.. the pulsing and heated sensation in my nether regions was quite peculiar. Time for C to get a better picture of what she was up against.

I donned the butchers mit and retrieved the ring gag from my tool kit. It’s a fabulous bit of equipment, a real mouth opener. Moving around the side of the van I popped the sliding door and revealed the lovely C.. all curled up and somewhat sedate, although it appeared the trip had taken its toll. “Poor dear”... Her face was nearest to me as she lay on her right side. Perfect. “Let me help you breathe”. Lifting her head I unravelled the tape, swiftly ripping the last of it, then removed the soaked knickers from her mouth and threw them into the front of the cab, on the dash. She coughed and spluttered and cursed and spat at me. “Dirty little bitch, you better watch your mouth” at which point the expletives came thick and fast, as she strained at ankle and wrist. I chuckled, out loud, and through jeans massaged my thickening meat. I wanted to show C my cock. She’d seen a picture of it in a mild state of arousal, but in the flesh, with visual reference, I’m sure it would seem bigger. Letting her catch her breath, I fetched the Polaroid and put it on the roof of the van within arm’s reach. I felt the need to document this, I wanted proof.

Removing the gag from my pocket I dangled it in front of C’s face.. “Shall we open you up”. She struggled and clamped her jaw shut. I prodded her to invoke a reaction, but she refused to relax her jaw, so I blocked her nose and held it tight, smothering her head in the process. “Let’s see how long you can hold your breath sweety”.. turns out not long. My mesh clad thumb was in her open mouth in a nano-second and from there it was a relatively simple task to prise her open and install the ring. Once in place it cannot go anywhere, it’s really quite remarkable. C does have a big mouth, which is lucky for us both. “Yesss that’s the way” I fastened the leather strap and let her calm down a little. “What a pretty picture”. I reached for the Polaroid and fired it up. Before C could react I snapped off a pic and waited for the flash to re-charge. She didn’t seem to mind too much, although I definitely caught her off guard. Time to reveal her next meal. 

“Look at you... You wanna taste some cock don’t you?” It was a rhetorical question, I could tell she did. I removed the mesh glove and put it on the dash. I needed both hands free to manipulate and operate. Standing in front of C and feeling rather pleased with myself, mighty almost, I popped the button on my strides and undid my zip. Although C was making uncomfortable noises, her eyes were trained keenly on my package. It thickened. I removed my strides and let them fall to the ground and stood there momentarily, a thin layer of elasticised fabric the only barrier between me and the searing heat of C’s awaiting mouth. I fired up the Polaroid once more and prepared for the reveal. Deliberately, and painstakingly, I peeled away my jox. Just at the point where my dick sprang out I snapped another picture, hopefully catching C in her eye widened state. My meat was at that particular stage of arousal. Not yet erect, still falling downward, but swollen, fat and heavy looking. The state where a woman’s mouth is all that’s needed to arc it’s back and set it throbbing. I could see the mixed emotion in C’s eyes, a generous helping of want and anticipation with more than just a little touch of terror. She was, after all, immobilised, her mouth jarred open, mine to use.

I reached in and dragged C to the very edge of the mattress, bringing her head within striking distance. Centimetres from C’s eyes and nose I handled my cock, rolling foreskin back and forth over the sensitive ridge of my glans as it hardened. I playfully prodded at C, nudging the thick crown into her eye and cheek before bringing its widened girth down with a hefty slap across her forehead. She flinched and whimpered something but it made little sense to me. I dragged the meatus along the ridge of her nose and over her top lip, leaving a slick trail in its wake. I placed a hand on C’s pretty face, resting on her cheek, and fed my engorged dick through the gaping ring into the sublime heat. Monumental relief swept through me once inside, and I snapped instantly to rigid attention. “That’s better isn’t it”.
Enough of the niceties, lets have it. I wrapped my right hand around C’s neck, squeezing, and pushed into her. I felt some resistance hitting the back of her throat. Removing myself briefly, I adjusted C’s head to allow an easier passage. She knew what was coming but was powerless to stop it. Aligning myself better worked a treat. As I forced the entire length of shaft into her mouth I could feel the expansion in her throat as it gave way. She struggled for breath with her nose nestled into my pubis. But with the better part of a foot of cock in her mouth it wasn’t easy to mutter ‘Oranges’. It didn’t matter. I let her struggle before giving in and pulling out. She gagged and tears streamed from her eyes. Drool and pre-cum ribboned from the corner of her mouth. I gave her a moment to recover, to plead, but nothing. Feeding back into her mouth was utter bliss, and the fucking began. “You like that don’t you”..no reply.. “I love a girl who enjoys a bit of cock”.. Steadily I drove my stiff pole back and forth, the spluttering sounds music to my ears, the spit and tears and sex juice mixing an elixir of lust. “Such a good girl”. 
I pulled out of C and my cock arched fiercely skyward, sending several strands of said elixir through the air. C gasped for oxygen. I grabbed the Polaroid.. click..whirr. Moving to the back of the van I opened the doors and was greeted with C lashing out wildly with her feet. I pounced on her, trapping her legs. She struggled and writhed but she couldn’t stop me now. I felt as if in a frenzy, I had only one desire, to feel her cunt clamped tight around me. I clawed and tore at her pyjamas and managed to remove them mostly. I could smell her arousal and heat from close proximity and our pheromones mingled, creating a heady cocktail. Without delay I introduced my swollen knobend to her, parting her already drenched folds.. Shuffling about I manoeuvred myself into position and punched her deep with cock. I couldn’t quite bury it but I delighted in C’s wails as I pumped, furiously, with no concern other than my own pleasure. Grabbing a handful of hair and another full of hip I pummelled C like a man possessed, grunting and drooling as I went. Her little cunt felt divine, but position-wise, it was more than a tad awkward. I ripped my cock from its housing and slapped it across C’s butt cheek. I could easily have brought myself to orgasm there and then, but refrained and re-focussed.
Dragging C out of the van I carried her around and into the light. Propping her up against the tree I clipped her wrists to the looped rope with a carabina. I rolled the mattress and placed it in the middle of the clearing within the ring of glowing light. To the side of the mattress I put the kit bag containing all the tools I’d need for our foray.
I turned my head and eyed up my prey..