300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best

Part 4 - Overloaded

This vision glided back across the tile floor, her sandals not making a sound.  She reached up with the small leather strap, and wrapped it around my neck.  In my lust blindness, I did not see it for the collar that it was.  The lock clicked closed with a bang that vibrated off the walls.  I was hers, totally.  Naked, Bound, gagged, collared I surrendered, letting my hands fall to my sides as far as the chain would allow.  A broader smile played across her porcelain face, making her eyes ignite as she placed the leash to the collar, turning her back to me, she led me out of the bathroom back into the large room with the bar.  There were two chains hanging from the dark wood paneled ceiling that I had not seen before.  It was to this spot beneath the first length of chain that the lith goddess led me.  I was led humbly, without a sign of resistance.  When we reached the spot, she turned to me, held me by both arms, raising them into the air above my head, she leaned in, placing an open mouthed kiss on to of the leather bound gag, she followed my arms up into the air, I never felt or heard the lock snap into place, securing my shackled arms permanently above.  The sound of the blood rushing through my ears obliterated everything.  She ever so slowly pulled back from our brief embrace, I strained to lean into her to continue the gagged blocked kiss, but the chains prevented me.  This was the first I realized that I was helpless in body as well as spirit.

I was startled as I first noticed people moving into the room around me, men, women, and a very young boy.  It was the sight of this 18 or so year old boy that gave me a start.  His eyes were a bright blue, and his features were as innocent as a lamb being led before the slaughter.  He was very thin and wiry, like a competitive swimmer, all toned and fit, with delicate hands that would probably never see a days work.  I looked back to the gauze clad beauty, to find her eyes still locked on mine, reclining on a leather bound sofa.  The effects of my previous lust, and surrender drained from me, I suddenly wanted out.  The young man walked up to me, and lightly ran his fingers across my stomach, circling behind me to glide his hands against my ass.  The sensation was light, and created goose bumps up and down my back.

My head spun around the room, until they locked on Ben, my benefactor, his look was calm and disinterested, as he moved to the bar to fix drinks.  The boy moved to the gauze clad women and sat at the edge of the sofa, he leaned into her, and kissed her, long and deep.  She pulled his polo shirt up over his head, revealing a small chest harness that circled his small frame.  She helped him remove his pants, leaving him in his bare feet, with a very attractive thong, that ran behind his back and around both legs, leaving his ass completely exposed.

Looking at the two of them together, both with perfect bodies, the hard shaped limbs working with each other.  The gauze dress began to move up the goddess’ thighs, as her bare skin was reveled all the way to the stomach.  Two perfectly tight stomachs pressing against each other, I could only wish to take the boy's place.  His cock rivaling the stiffness of my own, his hardness pushing the fabric of his tight thong.  Lust began to boil in my chest again, this time, it was the site of both of them, bodies creating sexual energy that I longed to be a part of.  The tight ass with the thin string wrapping it like a fine wooden frame, showing a delightful picture.  I could feel the desire to rush in and take that cute firm ass in my hands, feel it with my mouth, spread it with my tongue, then penetrate it, hard and deep.  The gauze dress fell to the floor, now I could see the goddess' breasts a perfect view that had my mouth watering to have them.  I pulled at my bonds to join the fun, to grab the breasts the way the boy was.  To grab the tight ass the way the goddess was.

Without realizing it, I found myself pulling at my bonds and shaking the chains in my frustration.  I must have been making quite a racket as both stopped and looked at me.  The goddess got up, taking the hand of the boy, as they approached me.  The boy walked behind me, and the goddess pressed her body against my chest.  My cock pulsed against her stomach, as her hands roamed across my chest, as the hands of the young boy moved across my ass.  I could feel him spread my cheeks, as his tongue found my hole, in and out at a maddening pace and I reacted by leaning forward into the goddess to allow deeper access to my hole.  My arms were stretched painfully behind my neck but I barely felt the ache, it felt too good.  He reached between my legs grabbing my cock pulling my ass deeper into his face.  The goddess moved back to the sofa to watch to show that started to play out.  The boy pulled on my cock as his fingers probed my hole and his tongue explored my cheeks, the bath felt incredible.  His mouth moved around my body until it found my balls, with his fingers still working my ass, his mouth pulled my balls from my body giving exquisite sensations.  When his mouth finally engulfed my shaft  the orgasm was  very quick in coming, the force if it blew my mind leaving me limp and dangling from the shackles over my head.

The boy still had his face buried in my crotch as my cock withered.  The feeling was great, his tongue moved slowly around my shaft, coaxing the last of the cum into his mouth.  When he finally withdrew he still had a hard on that stretched his thong out in front of him, he reached one hand to his crotch that now showed signs of pre cum leaking from his youthful cock, and the other to pull playfully at his chest harness.  His sparkling blue eyes look into mine, and glittered with the light from the room, rivaling it for brilliance.  Not an once of sweat on the young man, as he gave me a wink, chuckling as he moved back to the goddess.  He wasted no time in burying his face in her luscious bosom, not bothering to come up for air.

The people of this "party" started to move around now.  Some of them walking up to me, to feel my ass, or cock or balls.  Some probed my mouth around the gag, or ran their fingers through my hair, sticking god knows what up my vulnerable ass.  Suddenly I felt a red hot pain on my chest, hot wax was poured from a large metal bowl, it streamed down my stomach and rolled down my cock, balls and legs.  More wax was added to the first stream, much of it centered around my cock and balls, the sensation quickly woke my limp dick up as it began to rise in response to the heat.  I was hard faster than I had ever remembered, the wax mounted on top of wax, until my shaft was buried in soft pliable material.  More things were shoved into and out of my ass as the wax was spread to my thighs and ass.  There were so many people touching, pinching, probing, fondling, caressing that I was overloaded by the conflicting sensations that I never wanted to stop.