Paul

PAUL

A homoerotic S&M fantasy

(c) 1998 by Fabiano Fabris

ffabris@bigfoot.com

No fee may be charged for access to this text!

This story is pure fantasy. It is dedicated to Paul,

whose name I have used. "Do not be afraid of showing

me videos; be afraid of my imagination."

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Categories: MM con sm ws cbt fist

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The man was hanging from his ankles, the chains holding his legs wide apart. His arms were fastened to the lower part of the frame, also spread apart. His head was inches from the floor. His balls were tightly bound in a leather stretcher; a chain from the top of the frame attached to the stretcher, keeping his balls drawn well away from his groin. Tiny but vicious clamps bit into his nipples.

Standing behind him, I ran my gloved hands over his butt, squeezing the muscles and then spreading them further apart to reveal his anus. The candlelight left it in shadow, but I knew every fold. My fingers moved inward, two of them sliding easily into the well lubricated hole. I pulled the hole open, gently but firmly and was rewarded with a low grunt. Two more fingers entered him and helped stretch his sphincter. Slowly, with great patience, I urged that hole to relax until I had four fingers of each hand inside, spreading it open. He as about to receive something huge, and he had to be ready for it.

When I was sure that he was prepared, I quickly picked up the dildo. It was all of 12 inches long, and very thick. I pressed the head against his sphincter, again using constant pressure. Suddenly, the muscle blossomed and the head vanished inside. The man groaned again, louder now. I continued to press downward, easing the huge dildo into him until, after a long time, the entire thing was inside him, with only the balls remaining outside. Stepping round in front of him, I gripped his throbbing cock. "You have it all, now"

Paul, my slave, my lover, looked up at me. "Thank you, Master," he said. His view of my face was somewhat obstructed by my own erection. I looked down just as a thread of clear fluid drooled from my dick and splattered on his cheek. I released his dick and gripped mine. It took a few moments, but then the flow began. I directed the stream of piss over his body and face, bathing him in it. Paul opened his mouth, trying to catch some of the liquid in his mouth. I knew he wanted it all.

Turning my back to him, I squatted. Reaching back, I drew his head into the crack of my ass. I didn't need to tell him what to do. I felt his warm tongue as it sought my hole. It pressed against my sphincter, licking. The muscle relaxed slightly and his tongue wormed its way inward. I sighed. Paul knew how I loved this and he was good. I could have stayed there for hours, but the position was uncomfortable, so eventually I had to stand.

I saw that the contractions of Paul's body had forced the dildo partly out of his ass. He was ready for more. Moving back behind him, slowly, very slowly, I extracted the huge plastic cock from his ass and tossed it aside. More grease in and around his hole, and on my hand. "Relax, slave, take it easy," I murmured as I worked four fingers into him, moving them round, making sure his sphincter was lose so it would not cause him too much pain. Then came the thumb. I pressed inward, gently, watching his body for signs. As Paul's ass stretched round the widest part of my hand, he groaned loudly. I was about to withdraw when he gasped, "Yes, my Master, give me all of it!" Another gentle push and my hand was fully inside him.

With my free hand, I rubbed his lower abdomen while keeping the hand inside him still. His breathing gradually slowed and the tension ebbed from his body. Only after many minutes did I begin closing my fingers inward until I had made a fist. Again a long pause, more massage. Paul was relaxed now. His cock had wilted completely, so I gripped it and began stroking gently. And at the same time, I eased my hand deeper into his body. As his cock grew, it drooled an incredible amount of pre-cum onto his chest and face. But Paul was oblivious to it.

When I had half of my forearm inside his body, I stopped. Not wanting him to shoot too soon, I released Paul's cock and stroked my own for a while. The sight of his anus stretched round my arm was so incredible that I had to be careful too. I began to withdraw my arm. Paul groaned again, but from the sound, I knew it wasn't pain. I pulled my hand out completely and then pushed it in again, before his hole had a chance to tighten. And so I set up a slow rhythm, fucking my hand in and out of his body. I kept him hard, carefully watching and listening to him for signs of danger.

And after some time, I decided to make him cross the brink. By this time, what with the blood in his head and the fisting, he was in near delirium. I increased the tempo of both hands. It didn't take much longer. Paul cried out as his cock began spurting cum violently. As he came, I eased my hand out of him until just the four fingers were inside, massaging, urging the last of his load out of him.

As Paul went completely limp, I pulled off the glove and released his balls from the stretcher, then his hands. I waited for him to recover, watching his cum trickle down his chest and face and gently massaging his anus. I picked up his 'training' butt plug and replaced it inside him. This made Paul stir. "Thank you, Master. That was sublime!" His hands reached for my crotch, one gripping my dick, the other closing round the base of my scrotum, pulling. "But my Lord, you have not cum yet."

"I know, slave. I haven't finished with you yet, not by a long shot. But first let's get you down." When he was free, Paul immediately dropped to his knees and took both my balls into his mouth. I smiled to myself. Paul had standing orders to worship my nuts at every opportunity, for there is little I enjoy more than having my cum factories in a warm mouth. So I just stood there and enjoyed it for many minutes, occasionally rubbing my hard-on over his upturned face, leaving tracks of slick juice on his forehead. Paul's hands caressed my thighs, my butt, his fingers rubbed over my pucker, massaging it. I felt the sphincter loosen but that's not what I wanted, so I pushed him away. "Go get cleaned up. Call me when you're in the sling."

While Paul was in the bathroom, I put on my full body harness and a leather jock with a rip-off pouch. I prepared the things I would need, and then sat down to watch the news. Shortly afterwards, Paul called to say that he was ready. I let him wait until the news was over before going to him. He was lying there, naked of course, hands and ankles bound in the straps. After some practice, he was now able to bind himself without any help.

Swiftly, I took a length of raw hide and looped the middle twice just under his cock head. Each end was tied to a nipple clamp. Paul hissed as I fasted the clamps to his tits. That would keep his cock out of the way. Now for his balls. I squeezed them as I considered, bringing another gasp from Paul. Eventually, I simply fastened a heavy ball stretcher round the sack and dropped them. I moved round to my slave's head; it was unsupported. Our eyes met and he smiled at me. "Open up," I said. He did, and I slid my cock head into his mouth, releasing another flow of piss. There wasn't much of it this time and he was able to drink it all. I let him suck my dick for a while.

Then it was time to proceed, so I slid the hood over his head, thus cutting off all sound and visual input. Paul's mouth was free for breathing, however, and for fucking, of course. So after I'd picked up the candle and lit it, that's what I proceeded to do. As I thrust my cock in and out of his throat, I began to drip the hot melting wax onto his chest. Paul grew tense, for he knew what I was going to do. I left a trail of wax down the middle of his chest and abdomen, and straight onto the head of his dick. He would have yelled had his mouth not been full of hard cock.

As I pistoned my hard-on in and out of his mouth, my balls slapping on his face, I slowly dripped the hot wax along the length of Paul's cock, watching it harden in response to the pain. Back and forth I moved the candle, coating his dick in wax, some of which drooled into his crotch hair. He'd have fun getting that out!

Snuffing out the candle, I pulled away. Paul gasped for breath, gulping air. Smiling, I ran my hand over his wax-encased dick as I moved to stand between his legs. Yes, his balls were nicely stretched. I yanked out the butt plug which he had dutifully replaced after cleaning up, unsnapped the stretcher and quickly stuffed both his balls up his ass. Paul's yelp was more of surprise than anything else. And what a sight it was! I fisted my erection idly as I stared. Then I stepped forward, aimed and thrust home. Paul groaned loudly. "Oh thank you Master!"

I fucked his hole mercilessly, the way we both liked it. I gave way to the thrill of it, forgetting Paul entirely as I used his ass for my pleasure. The scene, the room became unreal as I let my mind succumb to lust. The sensation was exquisite as my shaft slid against his captive balls. The explosion came with little warning; my body contracted and I groaned as the cum spurted into his ass.

The orgasm was powerful, draining me totally. I barely managed to free Paul's wrists before I tottered to the sofa and sank breathless into it. A few minutes later, Paul was sitting between my legs, once more sucking my balls as I regained my composure. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His eyes smiled back at me. My dick was limp now, so I said, "My cock too." He managed to take it into his mouth along with my nuts; I always wondered how he managed to do that. But I sighed and let loose another flow of piss. I watched his throat contract as he drank it down. And for a long time, we both remained like that. Eventually, I gestured him to release my genitals. I pulled him up and into my arms. We kissed, slowly, lovingly. Paul, my slave, my lover.

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PAUL - PART 2

A homoerotic S&M fantasy

(C) Copyright 1998 Fabiano Fabris

ffabris@geocities.com

All rights reserved

No fee may be charged for access to this text

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I entered the appartement and shut the door a bit too hard. Paul was apparently busy in the kitchen, for he appeared a moment later, wearing only his jock, a usual. He rushed over to me, relieved me of my briefcase and dropped to his knees to kiss my boots. He couldn't see my smile. For a few moments I stood there and let him show his devotion. Then I walked past him and sank into a couch.

My slave crawled quickly over, lifted my right leg and struggled my boot off. Then came the left. Again he kissed my feet as he gently spread my knees apart. Moving between them, he closed his mouth over my crotch while unbuttoning my black jeans. Then he lifted his head and looked at me. I smiled again and raised my butt so he could slide the pants down and off. His head descended again and he mouthed the bulge in my jock. I sighed in contentment. Paul new how to help me relax after a day at the office.

While he sucked, my slave's hands opened the buttons of my shirt, spread it open and ran over my chest, gently playing with the rings which pierced my nipples. Reaching down, I pulled my balls from the pouch of my jock. Instantly, Paul had them both in his mouth. I was rock hard by now, but I didn't want sex, yet, and we both knew it. I allowed him to suck my nuts for a full 15 minutes, feeling the tension flow from my body and mind. Paul did nothing to arouse me; he just caressed me gently and worshiped my balls. I love he loved them for what they symbolized: they were the fount of his Master's sperm, the greatest gift I could give him and which he craved in abundance.

Eventually I pushed him away. He looked up, obviously disappointed in having to relinquish his treasure. But he stood and helped me get my shirt off. And that's when I noticed that he had a butt plug up his ass. Oh yes, the punishment from last night, when he had spilled a glass of wine on the table. The fact that I had to punish him meant that I also had to forego fucking him, which had made me doubly angry.

"Bend over my knees," I said to him. He complied. I slapped his bare butt a few times, not too hard, and then yanked out the plug, making him gasp. I handed it to him. "Go wash it and put it in it's proper place. Then I'll be ready for dinner."

While my slave busied himself, I went into the bedroom and removed my socks and jock, which went into the laundry bin. A few papers needed to be sorted through and then I walked to the dinner table. Paul was just setting my plate down. As I sat, he knelt at my side, waiting. "Eat with me."

After the meal, I sprawled on the couch again, watching the news while my slave cleaned up. When he was done, he returned to me, once again kneeling between my legs and engulfing my balls in his warm mouth. My cock hardened along his cheek but he ignored it. He needed a signal of some kind to indicate that the moment was to become sexual. And after a few minutes I gave him one by sliding my butt forward and spreading my legs wider. This gave him access to my anus. Instantly, his fingers went to work, massaging the sphincter muscle gently, skillfully.

There were jars of lube all round the place; one was on the table next to me. I picked it up and unscrewed the lid, then held it down. Paul dipped his fingers into it and returned them to my hole, applying the grease liberally. And all this time, his mouth never left my balls. One of his fingers entered me. I gasped and a tiny jet of pre-cum shot from my dick to trickle down Paul's cheek. The finger probed, explored, and was soon joined by a second, and then a third.

But then I had an idea. I sat up and pushed my slave away. He looked up, confused. "Did I do something wrong, Sir?"

I laughed. "No, slave. We're going out. Get my harness, leather jeans and vest. You will wear your leather pants too, and a jacket."

Paul dressed me quickly and efficiently, then dressed himself.

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The bar was crowded, but Paul managed to find me a seat. He went for the beers and then crouched at my feet. He had checked his jacket, so was bare chested. His own beer glass sat on the floor between his knees and he sipped from it occasionally. He had one arm round my leg, further showing the world that he belonged to me, as if the collar he wore wasn't enough. But I didn't mind these small dislays which he so enjoyed and needed. I was proud of him and accepted these small nuisances, for it meant that I had to tell him to let go if I wanted to stand.

When our beers were finished, I had Paul go fetch another two. With these in hand, we headed downstairs. The lower level was one large room, dimly lit, but it was still possible to make out the fixtures and the men who populated it. My eyes went first to the sling. It was occupied by a young slave, his body completely shaved (why do so many insist on that, I wondered), who was being fucked by a big hairy man with a surprisingly small cock. Nearby stood the slave's owner, idly stroking his own erection as he watched.

I told Paul to get rid of his pants and boots before wandering further into the room. Slaves and their Masters or slaves and Masters seeking their complement. Muffled cries from slaves being whipped, slaves being fisted, slaves being tortured. A man on a cross pleaded with me to touch his cock, to help him cum. But he too had been shaved and I ignored him.

Paul returned to me, now only in his jock, and I directed him to the trough. It was a long urinal of the European type: men pissed against the tiled wall and the liquid collected in the trough. There were several slaves there already, and men pissing on them. My slave took place there, squatting, his mouth open. I opened my fly, pulled out my cock, and let the stream flow, first over his body and then into his waiting mouth. When I was done, I stepped aside, my dick still hanging out. Leaning against the wall, I watched other men relieve themselves on my slave and in his mouth. My cock grew.

I pulled off my boots and pants as I watched, then put my boots back on. Since Paul was now dripping wet with piss, I didn't want him to soil my clothes, so I found a slave and had him check them for me. That done, I signaled for Paul to come over. Instantly he was at my feet and sucking my balls again; he was to do so whenever he had access to them and no other orders.

A leatherman stopped to watch. Like me, he wore just a harness. His cock was erect and stood straight up against his body, a nice 8" of meat. He was smooth, but had a thick bush of crotch hair. Turning to look at he, he flicked a finger at one of my nipple rings. "Nice," he said. I smiled and nodded my thanks. I was slightly surprised when he leaned forward and closed his mouth over my nipple, sucking the ring into his mouth.

A few minutes later he straightened, smiling broadly. Then he looked down at my slave. "You into balls too, huh?"

I nodded. "Slave, my friend here needs some quality attention on his nuts." And while Paul took care of the man's balls, he and I reached for one another's cocks, drew closer together and kissed. Our tongues did battle for quite some time. When they eventually withdrew, it was called a draw.

He smiled sheepishly, and I knew what was coming. "Is your slave's ass available?"

"Sure," I replied. "But you'll need a rubber."

He winked at me as he moved away. "Name's Jim, by the way," he said over his shoulder. I watched him sprint off and smiled at his exuberance. It made me like him. He wasn't a Master with an attitude, he was like me. For me, the terms Master and lover are not mutually exclusive, as they are for some Masters I know. And it was this attitude which had drawn Paul to me, just as surely as it had pushed other slaves away.

When Jim returned, I was positioning Paul over a high stool, binding his ankles and wrists to the wooden legs. Jim's hard cock was already sheathed. He hesitated, but when I nodded, he delivered a round of hard slaps to my slave's ass. Paul grunted, but he knew he'd be punished if he cried out. Leaning over, I spread Paul's butt and revealed his anus. "Fuck him," I said evenly. Paul grunted again when Jim thrust into him violently, and I smiled in secret pride that yet again, he had not cried out.

Paul's mouth was open when I stood in front of him, and he eagerly accepted my cock when I sank it down his throat. And as I fucked my slave's mouth, I watched Jim plow him in the rear. I rarely "lent" my slave to others, but it was always a huge turn-on to watch another man use his body the way I did. In a way, it gave me a chance to see what it looked like when I did it. If I wished, I could stand aside and observe my slave's expression as he took cock up his ass and in his mouth. He didn't like it when I let others use him, but at the same time, he did like cock and couldn't deny it.

I kept my eyes on Jim, whose head was back, eyes closed, as he pumped his dick in and out of Paul's body. His hands gripped my slave's sides tightly. I knew he would shoot soon, but I wasn't ready yet, it was too soon. There was more to be done this night. So I ceased my own thrusts and allowed Paul to just suck. Then suddenly Paul's muscles tensed and he arched his back. I knew he'd just cum, for which he would be punished. But I could not interrupt Jim, so I did nothing. Minutes later, Jim gasped and his body spasmed with his release.

As Jim pulled away, breathless, I asked him to watch over Paul for a moment and went to the wall on which a wide array of paddles and whips were hung. I selected a simple wide paddle and returned. "If you need to piss, please use his mouth," I said to Jim, who nodded and shoved his wilting prick into Paul's mouth. When I saw sure that his flow had begun, I said, "This is for cumming without permission!" And with that, I began beating his ass. Instantly, Paul choked, but his mouth was full of Jim's dick and he had to swallow. I paddled his ass hard until Jim signaled that he'd finished and stepped away. Paul's ass was a brilliant red, his face purple and he was gasping for breath.

"Excuse us," I said to Jim, who smiled and backed away. Standing near my slave, I asked, "Did his cock feel better than mine? Is that why you came?"

"No, Sir! It didn't feel better, I swear! But it did feel good." I laughed at that. He'd never change in that respect. Moving behind him, I rubbed his stinging butt, then spread it and shoved my own cock inside. I heard Paul gasp, "Thank you my Master! Please cum inside me!"

Yes, I thought, I think I will.