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Delivering Andy
Copyright 1999 by M Conley. All rights reserved.
Chapter 5.........
The process of tempering steel is an interesting one. Somewhere along the way, some bright blacksmith found that his steel became better and stronger as he worked it over the forge repeatedly heating and cooling it slowly. At this point I knew that I was being forged by my new Master Paul and his pack which I was now becoming a part of. The only difference was that this tempering was just making me hotter as it went on. Each bath I received only fueled the fire burning within me. After Topper's scalding shower I was reaching a fever pitch of lust and need. There were still six more sessions at the forge of my pack brothers still to come. I could only hope that I did not crack from the honing.
As Topper step back into the circle, I followed his movements, powerful and sure. He exuded the position as alpha male of this pack. His harness strains to contain the heavy muscles of his lightly haired chest and back. His face is the epitome of man-square jaw, heavily stubble. A proud polish nose accenting his thick stache below. Deep set eyes hidden under an almost cro-magnon brow. His hair was a sharp flat-top of dense black which looked as if it had been clipped only an hour before. He is a mass of strength and masculinity. I could easily envision him as a Drill Instructor of football coach. His ass muscles flex like granite as he passes out of my view and I want to worship it.
The pack continues to circle just outside the dome of light and my restraints don't allow me a wide field of vision. The once hot piss has begun to cool on my skin and I can't wait for the next pack brother to heat me up again. I don't have to wait long. One of the forms slows and turns between my spread legs and steps up onto the platform bringing him into the light where I can see him at last. He also has a harness on, not as thick as Topper's but this man is not in the same weight class as he. Topper was a good 230 lbs at least of solid cut muscles. This man is thinner but toned, more of a model look or swimmer. He is slightly shorter than Topper, maybe an even six foot. His hair is blonde from what I can tell in this red light and crew cut and spiky. He has a handsome face which has Germanic features. He has a thin goatee which adds drama to his face as it glistens in the red glow. He could only be in his mid twenties from what I can tell. I see that his left arm is cover in a dark tribal tat from wrist to shoulder. His chest is lightly covered with the same blonde hairs. They travel in a sexy line done to his crotch and merge with his bush. His cock is erect and pointing at me. At this point he could plunge into my ass without difficulty if he so desired. I can see he's uncut and the foreskin is covering the flare of his cock but a hole is opened letting the pee-hole be visible. He takes his time surveying me and a lewd smile blooms across his face revealing a bit of the little devil he surely must contain within.
"I am `Springer.' I am second in the pack and have been so for 6 years. Master and Topper rescued me from myself and gave me the chance for a much better life. They worked me and helped mold me as they will you," he said with a merry lilt in his voice. "I mark you as a member of my pack and accept you as runt of the litter."
As the final word left his mouth, he lets loose with a heavy stream of piss, like he'd held it in all day just waiting for this moment. It splashes heavily across my body and some of the splatter stings my eyes. He directs the stream everywhere he can get to and continues to douse me. He finally concentrates on my cock and balls and it seems to go on for minutes. My cock is throbbing painfully as his torrent of gold sends a staccato rhythm through my stretched nutsack into my genitals. The running fluid flows over my anus drives my wild. He turns up the pressure and I can see in his face the effort. These incredible sensations have stoked the fires within again even higher. Finally and abruptly he ends the shower on my balls and shakes off cock. He mimics Topper and smears and mixes his scent with those left earlier. As he straightens up he brings his hand to his face and as he glares down at me first sniffs his hand, then lewdly licks his hand with a fat tongue. Springer steps back off the platform and into his place in the circle. He wipes what ever remains on his palm across his chest.
I just about blow my load right there. My balls want and need to explode but they need a helping hand. I've been hard so long it's painful and I know that unless I or someone finally grabs hold of my bloated wet cock, it won't unload. I've been close to orgasm a few times now that it's going numb but refuses to go down. I pull at my bindings in vain hope that they will release and let me bring myself off. I cry frustratedly into the muzzle and thrash slightly. I begin to cool down slowly from the rush. The circling pack has become a hypnotic charm and my eye start creating ghost trails as the move in the ruby darkness.
For the next eternity, the remainder of the pack steps up to the plate and completes their part of the ceremony. Each one different, each one a wet dream come to life. After Springer came Needles, a thirty-something brunette with a steel spike hanging under his angular nose from a septum piercing. It glinted back sharp spikes of the red light. His build was fit but not overdone. he was about six foot tall and had a hairless body. He did have several needles carefully arranged like a bird with it's wings opened across his upper chest. I'd heard about temporary piercings but this was stunning as it was disconcerting that one could be so at ease with metal spikes invading flesh. He followed suit and pronounced his acceptance of me. He adds his scent and returns to the circle.
Next up came a stocky furball that could have been a lumberjack in a different place and time. Thick tree-limb arms and big hands. His head almost sat on his shoulders his neck was so thick. He had a slight belly which fit him and added to his sexy aura. He had a five day beard of stubble connected to his dark mustache. He was older than those before him, easily into his early forty's. His hairline had receded a bit giving him a wider forehead painted with "character line." He had a wide smile as he announced himself as "Ox." His bass voice could have shook a tree. He hosed me down from his thick beer can cock. As he steps away I notice how thick his legs are. A complete package of what a bear is supposed to be. The cooling starts again.
Replacing Ox, a tall black man of sinewy muscle which had a sheen from the light above. His face was handsome even with the addition of a noticeable scar below his left eye. His upper chest was covered in ringlets of short curls. I followed down his lanky torso and gasped upon reaching his massive tool. His cock was a cruel stereotype joke. It was un cut and easily ten veiny inches. The foreskin completely cover the head and the pucker pointed directly at me. Big loaded balls hung loosely below. I pulled my eyes away with some efforts and looked back to meet his eyes. I was mesmerized as his full lips mouthed out his name, "Lightning", and made his acceptance mantra. A messy flow erupted from club of a cock spraying across my body. His long thin fingers dragged across my skin in an almost massage teasing my with their strength. I was at a steady boil after each pack mate finished and then allowed me to cool.
Stepping up on the platform was someone that didn't quite fit the group before him. He was young, maybe twenty years old. He was freckled across his entire body. He has red hair which the light only intensifies to neon. His face is pocked with the signs of a rough puberty but it has a pretty quality nonetheless. He has a light dusting of hairs over his thin body. He stood about 5'9" and could weigh no more than 140 wet. His body was the opposite of his cock. It rivaled Lightning's massive endowment. I wonder if he passes out when that thing gets hard. I am immediately allured by his voice. It is thick with a southern drawl and exudes slick charisma. "I'm Dixie," he states and then accepts me as runt. His stream arcs high as he hoots and hollers. until it trickles to a stop. He shakes it off at me and then saunters back into the circle. Of the pack so far, he seems to have the most rebellion in him. I make a mental note for later.
The circle continues longer than before to cycle around me. I can see the shape of the last pack member in his position as he passes but that's all I can make out. He's of average height anyway and normal build but that's the most I can establish without him stepping up on the platform. Each time he comes to the opposite end where he should step up, I hold my breath anticipating his stopping. I've lost count of how many times he's passed up giving me the final tempering of his scent. I'm getting nervous that maybe he's not willing to accept me into the pack, maybe he's not ready to relinquish his spot at the bottom of the rung because I know I can't wait to be there. I'm straining to see him and have a determined grimace on my face. I see him pass again and this time I can't suppress the anxiety that has built up and I growl into the nuzzle in the smoldering anger I'm directing at him.
I hope that he sees that I am desperate for him to finish my initiation into the pack. Once more he passes without stopping and I cryout again but its more of a whimper as I feel that he will not be spraying me with his blessing. I can feel the weight of my bindings more than ever and don't have the fire to fight them anymore.
Then they stop.
Heavily the footstep impact the platform as he comes into view. I feel his steps vibrate up the chair as he triumphantly takes his position. His expression in illegible. Their is no emotion in his eyes or lips. He stands and surveys me as he fondles his cock. He is remarkably average in appearance. There is nothing that would make him stand out in any crowd that I can see. He has a crewcut, short, almost bald like mine at the moment. His expressionless face has no extra hair. He looks like he might be Italian or English from what I can figure without any features to swing the decision one way or the other. His body is average as well. He is fit but he does not have a gym body, no six-pack or the beginnings of one like most of the others do. Just normal. He just continues to stand there playing with his cock which probably matched mine in size. Then I notice something about his hand that's pumping his cock, It looks different for some reason but I can't quite tell.
His head tilts down a bit and he raises an eye brow and a narrow smile creases his face. "You are about to become a member of the pack, eh?" he says. Again his voice is un-spectacular but there is something I can't place in it. "Today you hope to take my place at the bottom of the pack. In some ways I envy you not that I'll totally miss it. It'll be nice to have someone below me." he says clearly. "I'm `Talon' and am no longer the runt, you are! I accept you as a member of my pack." He blasts me with his scalding stream of piss and sprays me as thoroughly as possible. He has a widening smile as he unload his acrid fluid over me. He blast me cock and balls as well as my hole with his gift.
I realize as he inundates my crotch that I'm hard again, as hard as I ever was. Beyond that I'm ecstatic and feel like I could cry now that they all have anointed me and that I am a member of the pack. Talon finishes his final rinse of me and sensually rubs it over my body. I then notice what I couldn't place before that was different about his hand. His hand only has three fingers, part of his hand is missing. Not that it should, but his massage actually feels different with this knowledge. He steps back off the platform and as he sinks back into the dark, I see a glow on his face and realize how handsome he is.
The circle parts at the end of the platform and I see my Master's form coming toward me. As he steps up into my lighted view, I see he has changed clothing. He's clad in a heavy leather full harness which hugs his torso like a lover. He has heavy leather cloves that extend half way up his fore arms. Above that on his left arm is a shinny chrome armband which glints from the crimson lamp. He has tattoos on his arms and chest. His nipples are pierced and have heavy rings which dazzle my eyes. I take in his glory as if seeing him for the first time. He truly fits his position as our Master. He has that intoxicating smile on his face that I want to drown in.
"Congratulations pup, they've accepted you," Paul says. "Tomorrow you start learning your place and duties like they all have before you. right now I'm gonna finish your initiation." he gloats. He once again slicks up his fuckstick and then covers it with that black condom. Then he lubes his fingers and starts greasing up my hole. My ass opens up with little resistance and sucks in his fingers. My dick is drooling as it bobs in the air. He has me whimpering as he works my hole open more. He slaps my ass cheek hard as he continues stretching me. He's got me straining against the straps and pleading for him to impale me on his stick. My ass is on fire and it matches the heat building inside me. He's got his cock ready and steps up and presses the head to my waiting hole. He easily gets it in past the anal ring and steadily sinks it to the base inside me. I groan with the intense shock it sends through me. as he begins to piston in and out of me he runs his hand over my damp flesh. He slaps my exposed flesh as he pick up the pace of his fuck. My legs, flanks, ass chest all come under his assault. He occasionally twist a nipple further fueling the fire he controls. Al the while he verbalizes what I am thinking.
"Yeah pup..... fucking tight ass that loves his Master's cock.... Pup can't do anything about it.... Smell your packs scent huh?.... You want to pop don't you pup?..... Fucking deep hole for your Master to fill.... You can't wait for the rest of the pack to get their chance huh?" Paul grunts out. He is savagely pumping my ass like no one ever has. This chair gives him complete access to the depths of my ass. He's abusing my prostate as he plunders me.
I can see around us, my pack brothers are joining in by jacking their cocks in time with Paul's thrust into me. Their increasing passion pushes me further. I can feel my balls pulling against the harness around them. I want someone to take it and relieve its need. Paul is pushing me again to my unknown limits. He looks at the pack and says in a caveman grunt just "NOW!"
The pack steps up onto the platform moving in as close as they can and begin to furiously flog their shinny hard rods. Their bodies brush against mine and some of them reach out and touch me, playing with me sweat and piss covered skin. The smells and the contact and the generated heat are pushing me to far. Paul suddenly takes hold of my pulsing cock and begins stroking it as his thrust reach a crescendo. I immediately feel my balls jump to get inside me. I feel the pulse of cum burn down my tube and erupt out of me. My body is convulsing against the straps and restraints. I feel the cum land on my hot flesh and realize that I'm being showered in jism.
"YEAH! TAKE THAT JUICE PUP!" Paul shouts through his carnal haze. "FEEL IT FILLING YOUR FUCKING ASS!!!! YEAH! SHIIIIITTT!!! YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHOOOOOOOOWWWWWLLLLLL!!!!" Suddenly his cry is joined by the chorus of other voices baying together in animalistic ferociousness. The shower of spunk rains down on me as Paul pile drives his cock into me. I join in the howl as my dick finishes spewing out its load. Paul doesn't stop fisting it and I'm jumping out of my skin from the over stimulation. My roar becomes a cry as I squirm reluctantly to get away. One by one the rest of the pack stops shooting their globs of juice over me and begin smearing it over me, thoroughly mixing all the sticky globs together. They completely coat my skin front, back and sides. Paul collects it off of his chest and off those closest to him and joins in the basting. He abruptly pulls out of my ass making me jump one final time. He removes the condom and empties his generous load into his slick hand. He rubs his palms together evenly coating both with his load. He leans over me pressing into me crotch to crotch as he reaches for my head. He them gingerly begins rubbing his load all over my head. He laves a stick trail across my scalp and cheeks. He massages it over my earlobes and neck. I close my eyes savoring the sensation of all these hands caressing me, soothing me. I slip off into a exhausted sleep right there, secure in the care of my new pack.
To Be Continued. Any questions or comments E-Mail LIRAVENSMC@AOL.COM.