WORK ME
Uploaded to Pink Triangle by Simon Jones
Picture your frame tied spread-eagle to the bed, ass propped up with pillows. As a preliminary measure, to keep you from thrashing too much, I wrench your balls down, into my ball stretcher, and fasten that to a bed post with an elastic cord. Now they're ready for some squeezing, smacking, chewing and twisting ... not to mention stretch- ing! As the beads of sweat first begin to appear on your lower back, my first slap takes you by surprise. After that you know all too well the sting of my hand, which is turning your ass a mottled red. Then, I stop as suddenly as I began, to knead your rising buns, and slowly work in a massive dildo. At first you can't even imagine what it is, the head is so large and blunt, but as I push harder, and suggest that you loosen up (or it will be a lot less enjoyable for you), you real- ize, with fear, that I intend to shove a fucking tree up your butt.
You try to relax, but you're not prepared for this. I relentlessly press, and give up a little, then press harder, further, making you squirm, and try to spread your stretched legs more to relieve the pain of your stretching ass hole. I've almost worked the head all the way in when you feel your ass screaming; you fear it's almost on the verge of ripping, and you do scream as I send the beast all the way in. I stuff my throbbing cock into your mouth to pacify your moans, as your ass is filled to bursting. Just short of coming, I replace my dick with a gag, which surprises you, but not for long. The first blow of my belt across your ass lands with a resounding crack, and a muffled yell, while your sweating body writhes against the bonds. Your back flexes with fear as you try to escape each stinging whack, and your thighs and buttocks, bright red with raised welts, futilely jerk about, regardless of the elastic cord yanking at your balls. Finally I plunge my (rubbered) dick into your flaming, glistening ass for a ride we both won't forget.
Imagine lying on your back, me tying your arms to the posters of the bed, then your feet, and perhaps a few winds across the abdomen, just for fun. Now the lights go out, and it's pitch black. One by one, candles are lit in the darkness, and cast an eery gloom over your vul- nerable body. I disappear behind you and suddenly your nipple shrieks with pain from the bite of a tit clamp; the other follows suit. You can't help but sharply suck in air as I twist and pull on those hungry little alligators. Now I move around to your feet, and you watch the crescent of candle light on my pecks grow to full moon then wane, as my 155 lbs. leans over your genitalia, and the lights play on the rip- pling waves of my hair.
This brief dream is suddenly broken by my hand strongly grabbing your balls and giving them a yank and a twist. Now, as I grind and pull your balls, I slowly start wrapping a thin cord around their base, slowly and very tightly making its way around them. You're be- ginning to moan louder now as the pressure and strain combine with the bite of the tit clamps to produce a visceral link, and send your throbbing cock even higher. Just as you think your balls can take no more, I let go of the string and it unravels in a flash (while I re- move the clamps) and the resulting two releases let you fall, shudder- ing, from the heights of pain. You sigh gratefully as I massage your erect and sensitized nipples and tongue your sack into shape. But, just when you thought it was safe to relax, you feel a little drip on your tit, which suddenly burns like Hell. "SHIT!!" No, wax. Another drop strikes and you gasp and try to avoid its foregone conclusion.
Now I lean over you with two short, stubby but wide candles. You stare in nervous anticipation as I prepare to pour out a teaspoon of wax right on the inner edge of each nipple and set a candle in each, causing you to exclaim through clenched teeth.
Now I begin to let drops fall here and there on your body, caus- ing you to jerk, and sending little streams of molten wax over the edge of your pec candles, searing across your chest and screaming nipples. Your face is a delightfully animated mask of grimaces that frames your gasps and groans, accompanying your violent twitchings.
The first drop on your dick causes another yell, "FUCK!!"
Slowly, drop by drop, wince by wince, your painfully throbbing dick is encased in wax .... a candle with a wick of gold. Then your balls become part of the case, as you pull against your bonds, and I lick the sweat from your stomach. Finally, I put the candle down, and you sigh a sigh of relief, as I untie your feet, for a good old fuck. But then I pull your feet back towards your chest and begin to tie you in a doubled up position, your ass spread and exposed. But what for? To get fucked in the butt up position? Now I remove my sweaty jock and my dick springs up. The jock is lovingly stuffed deep into your mouth, so that you can suck on it and can't help but inhale its heady scent. This helps to muffle your yells as the first drop of wax splashes onto your exposed anus. You convulse, and thrash against your bonds, trying to curse me, as I let more drops fall. As the glis- tening tears of wax wash your ass of its sins, you shed a few tears, bounce for joy, and howl your muffled thanks. Finally, I break off the wax from your chest, genitals and butt, and fill your tender roasted rump with my soothing sirloin.
Perhaps I'll bind you as described above, feet overhead and ass in the air, for whatever. Then, for some reason, I tickled your foot and send you laughing. What a unique sight to see ... your ass hole con- vulses as you cackle. Now comes the real leap of imagination ... I en- ter you and start tickling you just to enjoy the feelings it produces on my dick, and the way it makes you thrash and beg for mercy. You're bound doubled up, laughing hysterically, furiously struggling, and begging me to stop, between gasps of air. But though you say stop, your dick confirms my decision to continue. I begin to thrust, savour- ing the fabulous sensations, the convulsive tightening and vibrating, while I dig into your ribs, armpits and arches with my devilish fin- gers and feathers. Then, with a great thrust, I send a geyser into the rubber and your prostate, setting you off all over your sweaty chest and face, as we collapse into a quivering mass.
Whatever your fantasies...
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