300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best

Part 5 - Even if I was Freed

My wildly spinning eyes found the boy, lying on top of the goddess again, her nakedness thrilling me. The goddess with perfect breasts, and an ass that could hold my attention for the rest of my life, a thin waist that showed a flat tummy, proof of a rigorous workout program, ending in legs that were perfectly formed. The woman was loveliness incarnate.

The boy on top of her had an ass that matched in firmness, ripeness, and desirability. I again wanted to be in the middle of the dry humping that was going on, to add my lips to the boy's round mounds, or the goddess' luscious breasts. The boy's legs flexed with muscles that showed strength that turned my attention to his tight stomach and firm leather strapped chest.

Throughout all of this observation the group surrounded me stayed at their ministrations. My cock was fully encased in wax, and a fair amount was coating the rest of my body, from shoulders to feet. I could only hope that my longhair was spared the hardening mess, but I could not concern myself with that now. The touch of the mass of strangers through the heavy layer of wax dulled the sensations, gripping my attention and longing for a deeper desire to feel their touch. I felt dizzy with mounting lust and renewed sexual energy. I could not feel anything on my dick and nothing from my chest, stomach and ass. I spared a glance from the couple on the couch to see myself, a human candle, waiting for a match to be touched to my manhood. I found I could not move without breaking the mold that surrounded me as my limbs began to ache with the desire to move, when I did so large pieces of wax fell to the floor holding a perfect shape of my body.

All the hands that were working my body with the heavy wax pulled away from me stepping back. Ben appeared, taking their place. He held a large odd shaped knife in one hand, and a towel in the other. He knelt before me, wrapping the towel under my cock and balls. With speed and skill, Ben applied the knife to the base of my cock and balls, cutting the wax in a circle. I held my breath, I could feel the tip of the knife slice near my skin, while hair was cut within the circle, then shaved as the large wax sections were taken away. Then with equal skill Ben traced the knife up the length of my shaft, and down the other. From the top section, he pulled away the heavy wax, slicing the rest of the hair caught in the upper mass, the shaving came very close without drawing any blood. Ben then sliced around the balls, he removed a perfect mold of my manhood in three sections. Looking down I could see my newly denude groin area, feeling the cooler air hitting my skin. I watched Ben retreat with the prize wrapped softly in the towel. The other party guests stepped in again, their delicate fingers pulling the remainder of wax from my body, until I was free of the heavy substance, along with a fair portion of my body hair. Where the hot wax had cooled was left with skin that bright red, like the freshly oiled sunburn of an afternoon tanning. I also felt very cold, the warm blanket that had surrounded me now gone. I felt more naked than when I was first paraded out.

I was startled when the boy moved again before me, he was carrying a contraption that looked sinister. Standing before me with a mischievous grin on his delicate pretty face. The device looked heavy, he placed part of it on the floor between my feet, then he lifted one foot at a time, folding down a metal plate for me to stand on, then the other. There were two large rings that snapped closed around my ankles, holding my feet in place on top of the metal plates. A bar that laid on the floor pivoted on the same plates. The boy lifted the bar, and adjusted it until it was right under my ass. Then he backed off. Ben moved beside the boy, holding the towel, and what laid inside was the wax he had cut off a while ago. Reaching down he pulled the three sections of wax away, revealing a model of my erect cock. It looked a perfect replica, down to the bumps and veins. Ben took my fake cock, and lifted it to the boy's mouth. Grabbing the chest harness, he let the towel drop to the floor. The goddess stepped forward with a set of large cuffs, pulling the boy's hands behind his back. Ben worked the boy's head up and down on my reproduced cock in front of me. The site was incredibly erotic, I was so excited by the site that I was ready to blow my load. There was a threaded ring at the base of the cock, that Ben screwed a leather strap into, it was a long strap that had a buckle with a lock on the far end. Ben worked this back and forth out of the bound boy's mouth, more sensual than the goddess' walk, and more erotic than watching the two of them dry fuck. The boy had closed his eyes, giving his entire attention to servicing the fake cock. When the boy finally took the entire length of the cock down his beautiful throat, down to the balls, Ben wrapped the straps around the boy's head, with a strap that went over the top of his head. This held the cock firmly in place while seemingly holding the boy up by the chest harness. At first the boy stood there with his eyes closed, after a few minutes, his eyes opened, and he started to move about. Thrashing and trying to pull away from the cock that impaled his throat. It took me a few seconds to understand what was wrong. The cock was so large, and the boy had swallowed it so deep that he could not breath. The boy was thrashing so violently, pulling at his cuffs trying to spin from the hand holding his harness, while Ben held he boy's head in place like a vice. The goddess was behind the boy, squeezing his nipples, and fondling his thong that held his rock hard dick. Ben pulled let go of the dildo straps, and pulled my fake dick most of the way out of the boy's throat. The boy sucked large amounts of air through his nose, still sucking and licking at the dick that abused him.

Ben finally pulled the dick from the boy's mouth, handing it to the goddess, who walked behind me, and bent me forward. When she placed the head of the saliva coated cock against my hole I jumped in my restraints. My ankles gave me a jolt of pain, reminding me that I was firmly secured to the floor by my own weight. Slowly the goddess slid my own cock up my own ass, the irony struck me. The boy had supplied all of the lubricant that was to be used. First when he sucked my ass, and now when he licked my fake dick.

Ben took control of the boy, walking him over to me, he turned the boy around, and bent him over. Standing in front of the helpless boy, Ben captured his head between his knees holding the back of his chest harness like the collar of a dog. I looked down to see the boy's ass lined up with my dick, and I could see the hand of the goddess raise the bar that the boy had adjusted previously. The goddess attached the bar to the replica of my dick, securing it to the bottom of the bar so that I could do nothing but sit down upon my own cock. I could only allow it to enter me further, as there was no way for me to get off of it. Only partially up my ass, the only place it had to go was farther in. Ben moved the boy backwards, until the tip of my dick was touching the small hole of the boy. With the boy firmly in Ben's control, he guided my dick into the boy's ass, until he had taken all of me in. Finally the boy was pressing hard against my crotch, I could neither move into him, or away from him as the cock and the shaft held me in one place only. The goddess raised the straps, and wrapped them around my waist and legs, this ensured that even if I was freed, the cock would not be able to come out. These straps came together where a central lock was slid into place from the goddess' delicate hands.