Midnight in the Garden of Lust
by joe wilson
He opened the door when I scratched on it. It was my signal to him that I had arrived.
He was naked. His body, tall and slender, was covered by swirls of black hair that rolled down his chest and belly. His long legs were covered with it too. Even his shoulders had a light scattering of fur. There was no smile on his handsome face. There seldom was. But it didn't matter. His cock was hard. That is what mattered. And it was huge. Bigger even than when I dreamt of it.
"You're here."
"Yes. It's the time you said."
"Must be almost two weeks."
"Two weeks, five days, fourteen hours and twelve minutes."
"No seconds?"
"No. No seconds."
Trapped in my jeans, my cock pulsed with lust for him. Lust and hunger. I was ready. I had been, for the past nineteen days, fourteen hours and twelve minutes.
"You should have been bare-ass when you arrived. You know the rules."
"I couldn't. My car broke down. I had to hitch a ride."
"Take them off. Strip naked. Now."
It was a hot summer night. I wore little clothing. Only jeans and a T-shirt. Topsiders. No socks. I threw them into a corner of the basement. I stood up, shoulders back, eyes straight ahead, hands to my side in a military posture. I knew that was the way he wanted me.
I shuddered pleasure as his eyes rolled over my nude body, and my cock surged with blood, pushing it out of the foreskin, pointed to him. He smiled his approval. I was rewarded. I felt gratified.
"Did you do as I requested?"
"Yes, every day I sucked three cocks."
"What else?"
"No one has touched mine. Just as you ordered. Nor have I jacked-off. I had one wet dream eight days ago. And I am ready for another."
He nodded approval. "And........?"
"I have not bathed or showered since our last session."
"You stink."
"Yes," I answered, proud.
He had two beers in his hand. He handed one to me. We drained it, and he found another in the box on the floor, and we drained that too. He walked around me, surveying his property. He bent forward and kissed my right nipple, sucking on it.
"You taste as filthy as you smell."
"Yes."
His hands squeezed my balls with an abrupt pressure. He hurt me, but I did not show the hurt to him. His middle finger rubbed against my anus, slipping inside. He pulled his hand away. His finger was shiny brown, the wetness of it catching the light. He put his finger in his mouth, licking it hungrily.
"Aaaaah!" he said.
My chest swelled with pride that I could give him the pleasure that he desired.
He went to the cupboard that was against the wall, and opening it he pulled out the tit-clamps. They were held together by a heavy chain that gave them weight to tug on the nipples. I remembered them from other times. My cock quivered in excitement. It knew them. Knew them well. He clamped each on a nipple, digging deeply into the aerole, causing a familiar sharp pain that somehow connected them to my swollen cock. He tugged on the chain. He knew he caused pain, but I hid it from him. If he did not know how much, he would try harder to make it more painful.
Pulling the chain, he led me to the corner of the room where I knew it was. The rack. A framework of lumber and hooks and ropes that bound me. My arms and legs were outstretched, spread-eagled. Now I was helpless. Now he could do what he wanted. I belonged to him. Completely.
His hands pulled on the chain pinching my nipples. They hurt. My cock tried to reach to him, he touched it. He rubbed the foreskin over the knob of it. It felt good. He pulled on the tit-chain. I screamed. He chuckled. He was satisfied. He stood up. I knew he was looking at me.
He knelt on the floor. I felt his kisses on my feet. They tickled. He knew I hated that. I tried to move my leg to make him stop. To go to my cock instead. But he sucked on a toe. Slowly and deliberately. His tongue slithered between each one. His teeth bit at the nails. I knew he liked them long, ugly and dirty. And he sucked them. One after the other, over and over again, for a long, long time. I heard the chimes of the clock upstairs. He sucked my toes for over an hour. I was about to go mad. He new that. He continued cleaning away the dirt accumulated between my toes. The tickling continued. I hated it. And I was happy. Because I knew that that was what he wanted of me.
He stopped and went away. He was upstairs somewhere. I was alone. Lying naked on the rack.
When I awakened my body was stiff from lying so long in one position. He was there, kneeling beside me. He awakened me with kisses on my cock. Ah yes! The luscious pleasure of his wet mouth sucking it. He grunted his excitement, licking away the accumulated detritus of our last sessions, fourteen days ago.
His mouth moved to my pubic hair where his tongue washed each strand, slowly and patiently. He had not shaved, and the stubble of his beard was abrasive. As rough as sandpaper. My hard-on rubbed against it sending new chills of pleasure down my spine. It took a long time for I have an ample patch of hair, My cock was on fire, burning with each moment of contact. I tried to reach to his erection, but my arms were held in place by the restraints.
When he satisfied himself that I was clean, free of his shit, he pulled away, he stood up, showing off his body to me, making me even hornier than I already was. That he was a beautiful man was an accepted fact between us. "I love you, I said." His cock swayed back and forth with each movement of his hips. The hair on his testicles was long and curly. Thick. The balls were like two rust colored apples hanging side by side from the branch of a tree.
The hair on his body seemed to sprout out from the pillow of pubic hair that was so dark and bushy. It trickled down his muscular tapered legs, and up the flat belly to his chest. It would have covered his nipples, but they were swollen, like mine, and he had shaved the hair, that surrounded them. He bent to the chest on the floor for another beer. His back was to me, and I looked at his ass-cheeks. There was a lot of hair in the crack. I remembered that from the last time. Especially that.
He pulled a small stool over to the rack and sat down beside me. His cock arose out of his lap. I watched the foreskin slip over the bulb of it. It was no more than a foot away from my face. I could smell it. I wanted it, but it was his intent to torment me. He held the beer to my lips, spilling some on my chest. It tasted good. Cool, to a hot throat. I drank deeply. His smile was only a shadow, but I knew he was pleased with me. Liked me. His fingers found my cock. Played with it. They were cool, too, from the beer. The fingers of one hand wrapped around the shaft, while he squeezed my balls with his other hand. Gently, this time. His touch was tender, and send erotic chills everywhere.
He bent forward and kissed my nipples. Sucking on them, his fingers busy on my cock and balls. I almost groaned at my pleasure. His eyes were locked to mine, begging me to show some sign of how much I liked what he was doing to me, so that he could stop, so that he could torment me more, Like Tantalus. I fought for control, and won it, languishing in the exquisite pleasure of his touch.
He sucked with a frenzy, a slave to his passions. His tongue wrapped around the the cock seeking the piss slit. His head bobbed back and forth, up and down. He took the whole of my hard-on. I could feel it slipping down into his throat, his nose deep in my pubes.
The pleasure had grown to its peak. I knew that. He had gone too far. It couldn't be called back. Beginning in my testicles, that he stroked so lovingly and carefully, the sperm began its journey up the love tube.
I screamed my pleasure. Pleasure and relief earned over the past two weeks. I tried to delay, to hold back, but it was all powerful. Like the firing of an automatic, the bullets of lust shot out of my swollen cock into him and we were united in one body. One body in Christ. A communion of lost souls. I screamed my pleasure again and again, with each pulsating shot of cum. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaah."
When it was done, he rose off the stool, turned toward the stairs that led to the floor above. I watched as the round hairy cheeks of his ass rotated with each step he took toward the door. When he reached it, he turned off the bright light that illuminated the basement. In total darkness, I listened to the fading footsteps. I was alone again.
Somewhere in the night, the piercing beam of a flashlight struck across my cock alerting me to his presence. I felt the warmth of it. The blood rushed in making it hard. Harder even than before. In shadows, I saw him. Standing there. Head back in egotistic pride. Laughing. Showing me off to his friends. There were four. Four naked stallions, grinning and whooping like banshees at the the sight of me bound to the rack.
"My friends. From next door," he said. "They called to say their toilet was broken. I told them they could use mine."
I looked at them, half hidden in shadow. They were macho male animals with all the necessary parts. They surrounded the rack and with no advance warning they began to piss. The flow of golden slime splashed over me, penetrating all the erogenous areas of my naked body. Exciting streams, hot and aromatic, smelling of yesterdays nutrition flavored with ammonia struck my balls, my soaring penis, the tender nipples and pits and into my mouth where I hungrily lapped the luscious golden streams.
My heart soared at the thrill of the penetrating flows stinging on my tongue. I swallowed quickly, to make room for more of the unexpected flood. And with open eyes, I increased the pleasure by looking at the source of my debasement. Four naked men, muscular legs supporting hairy bodies, grinning their satisfactions at the end-destiny of their cast-off waste. And still the piss flowed, caught like golden jewels, an amber necklace, in the glow of the flashlight.
My pleasure was at the point of orgasm, when the piercing flows receded to but dribbles, and then ceased entirely. As their bladders emptied, one by one, they faded away, and we were alone once more.
"You liked that," he said,
"Yes, I liked it."
He fell upon his knees, and bending over me he sucked up the piss that had accumulated in the hollows of my body, and when he had taken all of it, he licked away the traces that covered my skin, adding a tactile excitement to an already overwhelming pleasure.
When he had satisfied himself, and accepted the fact there was no more piss to taste, no more licking to do, he rewarded me by sitting on my chest. He rubbed his cock over my lips. I opened my mouth and he slipped it inside.
This was what I wanted most. His cock. To suck on his luscious muscle. To draw the sweet cum from his balls. Sperm spurting into the cavern o my throat.
I sucked for a long time. Then, sensing the added hardness, I knew he was ready. With a cry, like out of a jungle at night, the cum shot. A sudden force struck sensitive nerves causing my own cock to explode once more in a frenzy of pleasure. Ah yes! It was ever so, No disappointments. Only pleasure. That is what we sought, and what we gave to each other.
Without a word, he left me in the darkness once more. I was alone and lonely, wanting more of him. Not yet finished.
He came back. How much later, I don't know for time was not a dimension that night. He carried a hugh candle that flickered its light in all directions, but only partly revealing his naked body. The most visible part of him was his cock, still hard despite the recent explosion of cum. But then, my cock was hard, too. It exhalted with expectation.
The heat of the candle reminded me of the other times when hot wax dripped upon my testicles. I waited impatiently, but he placed the candle on a table and drawing up the stool, he sat at my feet. He loosened the restraints that bound them to the rack, lifted my legs vertically, then over the length of my torso, and tied my ankles to the same hook that held my wrists. Now my ass was raised above the mattress.
He kissed my exposed ass-hole, sucking into his mouth, the tender membrane that covered it. I could sense his tongue pushing its way inside. As he lapped at the shitty hairs that spread over it, he groaned his satisfaction. When the body flavors diminished, he pulled away and struck his fingers inside my hole.
I liked the sense of freedom he took with my body, the way he acted on whim for his own pleasure, without regard to mine, as though he owned me. As certainly he did.
"Fuck me," I cried.
There was a resounding crack as he slapped the cheeks with an open hand.
"Fuck me," I cried.
And he slapped me again. Harder this time
"Please sir, shove your cock in. Inside my hole. Fuck me."
He slapped the cheeks again. There was a resounding crack. A hot stinging sensation raced up my spine, splashing over my shoulders in exciting pain that somehow connected to my gonads. Aaaaaaahhh! sweet agony. He slapped again, one more resounding crack singing its' melody to and empty room. I screamed because I knew that was what he wanted. What gave pleasure to him.
He went to the cupboard on the wall. The one that had contained the clamps. And he withdrew from it a small case. I knew what was inside, and I began to quiver involuntarily. It was a latex bag. With a long tube attached to it. I watched as he stood in front of me. He held his erection down and placed it into the bag. There was a hidden smile that barely showed on his face. He strained his stomach muscles. I heard the stream of piss as it swirled inside the bag.
He urinated for along time. What seemed like forever. When he finished, he pulled the bag away. His cock was shining in the candlelight. Shining with the piss that covered it. He hung the bag on a hook on the wall. High above us. He came around to my back and lowered his pelvis into my face. His cock, his balls too, dripped with piss. Dripped the luscious fluid in my face.
I licked the slime away with my tongue. Aaaaahh! Thank you, Thank you.
Coming around to the front of me where I could lust at the beauty of him, he reached for the hose that hung from the bag. He took the nipple that was on the end of it and eased it into my ass-hole. Reaching to the small metal clip that determined the flow, he opened it all the way. Oh! Oh! The hot silky piss flowed into my rectum setting all the raw nerves inside me on fire, causing my whole body to swell with anticipation.
"Hold it."
"Yes Sir."
And still the piss flowed. Like a fountain that had no shut off valve it poured inside raging like a storm at sea.
"Hold it."
"Yes Sir."
He stopped its flow as abruptly as he had begun it. The whole cavity of my lower body swollen with it. I loved the taste, as it seeped into the back of my throat.
"Hold it."
"Yes Sir."
He pulled a stool over to the rack and stepped upon it. Now he was of equal height to me. I looked at him with love and adoration. How beautiful he was. Tall stringing muscles dusted with fine black hairs. His enormous cock was hard. Gorged with blood. Still reflecting candlelight with the piss that covered it. He pushed forward and the knob of it touched my asshole. He pushed further, but he could not enter for holding the piss inside had created a barrier.
"Relax."
"Yes."
"Relax more."
"Yes."
And the flood of piss spurted out of my asshole spreading the warm and aromatic muck all over him.
"Shit."
"Yes."
And he pushed his cock inside and, plugging the hole, stopped the flow of piss. The smell was intoxicating. Piss and shit mingled in a luscious aromatic stink, and he began to fuck.
Pushing his cock back and forth with deep thrusts, he awakened all the pleasure nerves hiding in the sleeve of the rectum. And he fucked and fucked until neither of us could stand the expanding pleasure, and the cum exploded in an mutual climax... AAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
He fell exhausted onto the floor. The piss captured inside me poured over him in a final baptism. And when the innundation ended, he untied the restraints that bound me, and taking me into his arms, he touched me with sucking kisses and we tasted and loved each other until the light of the candle burned away and dawn began to brighten the sky. It was time to go.
"Two weeks, three days, fourteen hours," he said
I nodded as he closed the door.