 |
| Add Your Stories to This Forthcoming Anthology |
So, on our first anniversary, he says "We're gonna do something real special today" "Oh?" He hands me a pair of short shorts and flipflops. "Put these on." and I do. "C'mon." He heads toward the door, opens it, expecting me to follow him.
I hesitate because I am no longer fit and trim and young - HE is - but not I; and walking out of the house to the car in under-sized shorts and my stainless steel collar in broad daylight is now freaking me out. "HEY! COME ON!" I steel my myself and dash out to the car as quickly as I can.
When we pull out of the driveway he tells me to take my shorts off and I sit there with only my collar and Jail Bird on. A few minutes later, he pulls into a fast food drive up. I start to pull my shorts on ... "No. Keep'em off." He orders a small soda and pulls to the window. An emo boy leans out to hand him the soda but he "fumbles" with his wallet, letting the emo boy stare at me while I blush from head to toe.
We pull away and drive to a place just outside of town ... giant metal sculptures litter the property and we pull up next to this large barn-like structure. We can hear banging from inside. "Get out." I look at my lover/owner with a fearful look on my face. "Well, you should probably wear the flipflops. Might be metal chips on the floor."
Trembling with fear and trepidation I get out of the car, looking around to see if anyone can see me. I follow my lover to the bard and I see a hot stud of a man tapping a hammer on some metallic object. "Hey Jack!" He looks up and smiles, staring directly at me. He's so hot and studly I whither, wishing I looked half as hot. "So this is your boyfriend, huh?" "Yep. Anniversary today." "uh-huh" He ogles me. Then waves me to come closer.
He reaches down to my cage grabs it hard and leans down for a closer look. "Hmmmm" Then he takes a closer look at my collar. "Yeah. I can help you out." "Good."
He walks to a table and removes all the stuff from it, slaps his hand on its surface, "Get up on this and lay down." I do, staring at my lover who's got one of those "shit eatin' grins" ripping across his face. jack lays a weighty blanket across my lower half and pulls my cocklet through a hole. He smears some vaseline all over my skin and device except where the lock and pin are. Then he crams the corner of a towel under that lock and pin area. "Thank God yer cock isn't any bigger." he mumbles.
He pulls his goggles down over his eyes, clips something with a cable to my cage and lifts what looks like some kind of gun, "Don't look for a sec, eh?" I lay my head down and look at the ceiling when I hear this electric zapzap and the room flashes in bright white light. "Done." He lifts his goggles to his forehead and smiles, rubbing at my device, I sit up a bit to see.
He's welded the lock and pin! He's also welded my pa to the device. I moan. I'll never get out of this now.
He pulls the blanket away, uses a paper towel to clean up some of the vaseline, then take the blanket and starts wedging it up between my neck and the collar. Before I know it ... zapzap/flashflash ... and he's welded the collar closed, the lock now just a decoration.
My lover comes up then, smiling like a proud poppa. "Nice!" He kisses me deeply and my cock stirs, "Happy Anniversary, baby." He's still got that grin, so I know something's up. He steps back, "Now pay the man." He turns and struts out of the workshop. I hear the car door slam. I look at Jack and mumble, "Well ... uh ... I ... uh ... kinda didn't bring my wallet." "S'okay." and points to the floor.
I hop off the table and kneel. "Well?" he says. I reach for the zipper knowing my lover planned this whole thing for me and my cock fills my cage and bulges out between the bars. I pull out Jack's cock and it practically launches itself into my mouth. I take as much of it as I can and I still have a hand's width to hold onto. He grabs my head and face rapes me hard.
After a lifetime, he lifts me up, pushes me face first onto the bench, and shoves two fingers of vaseline into my hole, dispassionately twisting and spreading it open. All I can do is gasp and moan. Moments later I feel that tree branch of a cock slide right into my hole and he goes all the way to the root. I'm seeing stars.
He starts fucking me. A man on a mission. My cock is leaking like its never done before. My hole is vibrating in pleasure. My prostate is under assault. In another few moments I can feel waves of an anal orgasm start to rise up. Jack starts getting aggressive; calling me "bitch" and "whore" - which turns me on more. Then he grabs my now welded on collar and pulls it back, "Fucking going to breed yer ass bitch!" He slams his cock harder, faster, grunting ... I know he's shooting his load inside me and suddenly I'm cumming too ... for the first time in nearly a year.
When he's fully spent, he lays on top of me briefly. His cock shrinks and slide out of me. I squeeze, not wanting to lose his load. "Ok bitch. Yer boyfriend's waiting on ya." I push myself off the bench, slip my feet into my flipflops and waddle out the barn to the car.
I get in the car and my lover is sitting behind the stearing wheel, with that damn grin, pants around his ankles and his hand wrapped around his hard cock, "Aren't you gonna thank me for your anniversary gift?" I dive onto his cock and suck him like I've never sucked him before.
No comments:
Post a Comment