TREEHOUSE TORTURE GAME - PART SIX (Gay - Authoritarian/high school)
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TREE HOUSE TORTURE GAMES - PART SIX
[In Part Five I had been handed over by my first torture games buddy, Kenny, to our mutual friend Lance, who was also as it turns out really into torture and wanted to play with me. Lance had me strung up from the rafters of his attic bedroom and had begun to torture me with slow, agonizing edging.]
Over the next 20 minutes or so Lance pursued the edging torture with me. Considering how hard it can be to not slip up, go too far, and cause an orgasm before you want to, Lance was really good at this...almost like he'd practiced it somewhere. I kept thinking about that uncle he had mentioned several times, the one who had taught him so much about sex that they don't tell you in sex ed class at school. Were he and Lance doing more than talking? Lance hadn't even hinted that was the case, but the thought intrigued me.
By now I was covered in sweat and my arms ached from straining at the ropes that held me tightly stretched out beneath the high rafter beams of Lance's attic bedroom. Whenever he got my rock hard little cock close to cumming, I tended to go all limp and just let myself hang. I now know that's because being stretched for some reason heightens my erotic experience, but at the time it was just reflex.
Again and again Lance's oiled-up fist stroked me right up to the edge of exploding, and right at that moment he would pull his hands away from me, leaving me practically in tears, swinging on my bonds and pleading, begging for him to get me off. Since the time I had discovered masturbation, I had never once halted to get to that great feeling as quickly as I could. This was the first time I was being built up to that and then being denied, and over and over again. It was terrible. And it was wonderful. As much as I hated not cumming, I also know I had never been this hard and this turned on in my whole life.
After 20 minutes of that (which seemed like an entire day to me), Lance stepped back and just gazed at me for a bit. He seemed to be enjoying my whining and begging, the obvious strain I was under. And then he removed the belt from his chest.
You may remember when Lance first had me bound to his rafters, almost an hour ago now, he had taken a belt out of his "chest of horrors" as I was calling it in my mind, and had pulled it tight around his chest, just under his pecs. The effect was very sexy, his attempt to recreate the look of a dungeon master. It made his defined pecs jut out more, and put his beautiful, perky nipples on display, much to my delight.
Now he let the belt pull out to its full length and I knew what was coming. Whipping scenes in movies had caused an erotic stir in me even when I was a little kid, but I knew from my recent experiences with Kenny that they really hurt in real life. I braced myself, feeling fear overwhelm me at the pain sure to come.
The first swing went across my chest, but it was slow and didn't hurt at all. In fact, the impact was kind of pleasurable. The second and third swings were the same, one on my stomach and the other across one of my thighs.
I figured these were just the warm up, and that Lance would soon start hitting me really hard like Kenny had, but that didn't prove the case. For some time he moved slowly around me, hitting me all over with the belt, just hard enough to make a little "thwack" on my skin, but never hard enough to really hurt. This continuous gentle impact, all over me, was really quite erotic, and I soon was rock hard again.
Strangely, I sensed this was intentional on Lance's part. That is, he didn't really want to hurt me. For him, the emphasis in erotic torture was on the erotic part. His enjoyment was in keeping me continually stimulated. And it worked. I was soon moaning with pleasure, my head thrown back, my eyes closed.
After some long time of this, I heard the belt drop to the ground, and Lance stepped up behind me again. Once again his enormous (to me) cock was pressed up into my ass crack, and he reached his hands around me and hugged me tight, pressing his body up against my back.
I turned my head and looked up so that I was looking at his face. I saw that his eyes were closed and he had such a beautiful look of pleasure on his face. Impulsively, before I even thought about what I was doing, it reached up and kissed the bottom of his chin.
Well, I didn't just "kiss" it. I began to kiss it over and over again, then stuck out my tongue and nuzzled the underside of his chin, as much as I could reach. I had no idea why I was doing this, or that it was even a thing to do; something took over in me and I just did it.
Lance moaned with pleasure. After a few moments, he released his hug and came around front of me.
"Do that some more," he ordered.
I gladly obliged. Now I had access to his whole neck, and I kissed and licked all over it. Lance's moans increased and he slid his hands up my chest and began to pull and twist on my sensitive nipples. As usual, this pushed me into erotic overdrive. I began to kiss and suck down his neck, straining against my bonds to move lower. He saw this, and raised himself on tiptoe. Suddenly one of his beautiful, pink nipples was right in front of my face, and I dove on it. I licked and sucked and so enjoyed feeling it harden under the tip of my tongue. In response, Lance groaned deeply and began to pull even harder on my nipples, which I loved more than I could say.
We kept this up for quite a while, then suddenly Lance broke away. For a moment he stood gasping for breath, and then before we both knew anything, he moved in and kissed me on my lips. It was just for a moment, but it was so unexpected; another big line across another barrier, and we'd already crossed so many that day.
"Oh shit," Lance said, stepping back."I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking."
"It's OK, Lance, "I replied." Remembers, we're bi-, bi-..."
"Bisexual."
"Yeah! Bisexual. You said it means we like sex with anyone, guy or girl doesn't matter. So if we're bisexual, kissing is ok, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I guess you're right."
Lance took another step back. He gazed up and down my stretched, naked body. As he did he began to almost absentmindedly stroke his own cock. I felt the best I'd ever felt in my life. I loved being stretched helpless before him like this. I loved being naked with him. I loved looking at his incredible body. I loved the thought that he could do anything with me he wanted.
And then he said, "If I were to untie you right now, what would you do?"
I didn't even have to think about it. "I'd do what Kenny promised you in the first place."
"And what was that?"
"You remember." I nodded down to his jutting cock. "Give you a blow job. I'd love to serve you with that. I'd really love to put your cock in my mouth."
I couldn't believe how brazenly I was speaking, and I don't think Lance could either, but he wasn't going to let that break the mood. Immediately he went over to the post where the rope holding my wrists over my head was fastened and undid it. The relief was immediate as the pressure came off my arms. Very quickly he took the collars off my wrists and ankles so I was free from the dowels they were attached to.
After a moment of stretching and getting the feeling back into my limbs, I looked at Lance and said, "Lie down on your bed on your back."
Me suddenly taking a hint of command in my voice surprised him, but he soon did as I asked. I knew what I wanted and I wanted it without any more delay.
I climbed on top of him and stretched my body over his. Again we kissed, but this time our mouths opened and we explored with our tongues. I was in love and I knew it. I didn't care about how "bad" it was to be gay. There was no human on earth with whom I wanted to do this as much as I did with Lance.
Once again I began kissing my way down his neck and on to his chest. This time there were no bonds to hold me back, and I quickly made my way to one of his beautiful, jutting nipples. I licked and sucked it like it was the first food I'd seen after a four-day fast, and I loved how Lance responded. His head lolled from side to side and he sharp intakes of breath indicated I was hitting a pleasure center.
Then I kissed and licked my way down his abdomen. As I got closer and closer to his enormous pleasure rod, I felt his whole body stiffen in anticipation. When I got my head all the way down his torso, I couldn't wait a moment longer, and plunged my mouth over his rock hard cock.
"Oh my god!" Lance screamed. "Oh holy shit that feels so good!"
I didn't waste any time. Immediately I was bobbing up and down on his shaft, my tongue instinctively in motion to add to his pleasure.
Lance got up on his elbows and watched what I was doing, which made it all the sexier for me. I loved looking up and seeing how little movements I made on his cock were reflected in the look of ecstasy on his face.
"Oh...oh....I'm getting close!" Lance moaned.
Suddenly I had an inspiration, partly driven by the needs of my own cock, so long-denied the orgasm it craved during our torture session. I scooted forward until my dick was on top of his, then wrapped both my hands around both of our cocks and began jerking like crazy.
Lance's eyes got huge as he looked at this. "Oh wow, that's so awesome. Uh, feels so great!"
In appreciation he reached up and began pinching my nipple as I furiously stroked out two cocks together. That's all it took to put me over the edge. I felt the surge of my sperm rushing up my cock and as it spit out over Lance's chest, an incredible overwhelming wave of pure pleasure. In two more strokes Lance let out a scream and his own jism exploded from his cock, shooting up onto his own face and then upper chest.
After a short while, both our cocks now limp, I collapsed back on to Lance's chest and we both lay there panting. Lance playfully smacked my bare ass with his hand, then lovingly ran his fingers up and down my back.
"Lance, I'm your slave for life. I want from now on to be yours. To serve you however you like. This was the greatest thing i ever felt, and I want more of it."
TO BE CONTINUED
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