300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best

Part 6 - Perfect Porciline Veneer

Ben stepped away from the boy, and the boy took it upon himself to begin to move around on my bound live shaft. He had started slowly, but it wasn't long before he was rocking back and forth on my hardening pole. With each thrust backwards, my dildo up my ass would sink deeper and deeper into my bowels. I was still practically on my toes, and the shaft seemed to have me already deeply impaled. The boy rocked more feverishly, his thrusts becoming more powerful. He would practically pull off me only to drive himself the full length back down my shaft. I was breathing heavy around my gag, my nostrils flaring with excitement and passion for the ass of this young boy. I felt my second orgasm mounting, I knew that I would come very soon, Like steel my cock was hardening, readying itself for release.

Suddenly Ben was there again. He grabbed the boy's head in his hands and again put his head between his knees, the boy was pulled off my dick, my frustration was high as I was so close to shooting. Ben held two new cuffs in his hands. He wrapped the boy's wrists in the new leather restraints. They were unusual in design, I could tell that they were not average restraints as they went up the length of the wrists and into the palms where securing rings fit in the center of the boy's palms. When the new restraints were secured, Ben unlocked the handcuffs around the boy's wrists. Bringing the boy's head up and his hands in front of him. Ben then secured these straps to other chain that was coming down from the ceiling. When with a signal to someone off to the side, the chain started to raise into the air, it wasn't long before the boy was being raised, high into the air, this all happed very slowly, adding greatly to the excitement. The goddess came around from behind me with a large bar, and two shackles on either side. This was a spreader bar, and the boy's legs were separated as he was being raised, his ankles secured to either side. When the boy's crotch was raised to the height of my head, Ben signaled to have the boy stop. Ben unfastened the boy's thong, reveling a dick much larger than I had imagined was trapped under the thin cloth. The boy wore a thick bright silver cock ring, but had no hair anywhere around his cock, and his balls were equally hair free. The cock head looked an angry purple, evidence that they boy was enjoying his sudden incarceration. The goddess finished with the boy's ankles and moved behind me to unlock the gag that was held firmly in place. My jaw ached when I was finally able to flex it, but this did not diminish the excitement of the luscious cock that was before me. My aching mouth already watering to taste the young flesh. The goddess and Ben lowered the boy to my face, no longer holding him away from my face. I had not a second to say a word, from the time my gag was remove, until it was replaced by a living gag, this one I welcomed more greedily than the first.

Automatically my head worked back and forth on the delicious young man. His pre cum was like heavens ambrosia to my tongue. The god's nectar, with the promise of more in the rigid rock hard tool. The large balls rested firmly against my chin, coaxing the delicious liquid up the young boy's shaft. My head moved with excitement that was compounded by the goddess as she worked her mouth over my own angry cock. The boy's hips started to thrust in time to my head, back and forth, in perfect rhythm with the goddess. We moved at a maddening pace, the boy's shaft getting even larger in my throat, I never thought it could get any larger, but there was no denying it. We were both close to coming, my chains rattled above my head, the shackles biting terribly against my wrists as I thrashed, my ankles sore from trying to pull myself off my impaled ass, and my cock being worked over by a first class goddess. When my mounting orgasm reached a climactic height, I saw stars in front of my eyes, the young juice of the boy filling my mouth, throat and senses. Sweet delicate seeds of a young virile boy. All of us slowed down, but none of us stopped. Slower and slower we kept at it, until I was standing still with the young cock still in my mouth. The goddess bathing my cock with her tongue. I small humming started, the boy was being lowered, his cock pulled from my mouth with protest, my mouth continued to work his body, and lick around the leather harness. When the boy's face was in front of mine, he leaned into me, giving me a deep passionate kiss. When the boy could not reach my mouth any more, the goddess replaced the boy's tongue with the gag locking it back in place behind my head.