≈ RESTRAINED ≈
~ Kinky desire ~
I’ve always had a kinky streak in me. I never had problems having wonderful sex with my partners, but I’ve always been afraid to ask them to explore my darkest desires.
Two years ago I was in a steady relationship, and we deeply loved each other. His name was Corey. We were both in our early thirties, we were not rookies in matter of sex, and occasionally we ventured a little bit on the wild side; we also trusted each other totally, so I decided to confess him my intimate secret: to be tightly restrained, unable to move a single inch, and being edged and brought to an explosive orgasm. I wanted to feel helpless, though in the hands of someone I trusted, and the fantasy of cumming wildly while being completely immobilized looked incredibly erotic to me.
Corey shot me a dubious glance and just said: “OK, if you really want to try that, let’s do it”.
The actual thing didn’t match my fantasy at all. Corey made me lie on the bed, on my back, and loosely tied my limbs to the four corners of the bed; then began stroking my cock, trying to do his best to keep me on the edge, but it clearly wasn’t his thing. Actually, I had the distinct impression he felt a little disturbed by the whole bondage thing, but didn’t want to tell me.
Long story short (way too short indeed), he made me cum in no time, and the restraints were so loose that even my weak thrashing set my hands free. In one word, our experiment was a total failure.
It was worse than a failure, actually, because from that day on Corey didn’t look at me with the same eyes anymore, we felt on different planets, and our passion quickly faded. We split a month later.
It took me a while to get back on track and be ready to date someone else, but again, I felt different, I instinctively searched for guys older than me, with more experience, who wouldn’t have been scared by my kinky side. What the heck, I’m not into scat or orgies! Anyway, I was not looking for a bondage master or something: I wanted someone to love, someone to share my desire with, and above all, someone to trust completely.
Ralph checked all the boxes in my heart. We met at a pub, an ordinary pub, not one of those gay bars with a back room where anything goes. He offered me a beer, and while drinking and chatting I ate him with my eyes: fit physique, nicely put on display by a tight polo, thick body hair in all the right places, sexy scruff on his face, and two eyes I could drown into.
He was in his mid-forties, but the few wrinkles on his face only added to a confident masculinity that made my heart flutter. We didn’t rush, we dated for almost two months, before having sex for the first time, and I loved him for not putting a pressure on me.
When we made love for the first time I was in heaven: he was confident and experienced, he took great care of me, and while he was a demanding lover, he never forced me into something I didn’t want. I was actually under the impression that he wanted to gently nudge me toward more adventurous sides of love and sex, so I decided to reveal to him my most secret fantasy.
He wore a restrained grin, full of silent promises, and just said: “Next time we meet at my place”.
His apartment, when I first entered it, looked quite ordinary. I felt a bit stupid, as I imagined he had don’t know what BDSM equipment in the living room, but of course there was nothing of the sort. In his bedroom there was a large bed with two nightstands and little more. I was a bit disappointed, and he noticed it, because he flashed his mischievous grin again and said: “You still didn’t see my entertainment room…”. He opened a door that I believed to lead to the en-suite bathroom, and I found myself in a place that made my heart leap out of my chest. There were a couple shelves loaded with sex toys, mostly dildoes, Hitachi vibrators, small harnesses and jars of lubricant.
In a corner there was a sling with handcuffs hanging from the four chains, and in the middle of the room there was a tall padded bench, about four feet long. The upper pad wasn’t flat, but convex; it had sturdy metal legs with rings bolted to them, where ropes and handcuffs could be attached.
I immediately visualized myself lying on that stool, on my belly, with wrists and ankles tightly bound the metal rings, forced to helplessly thrust my ass up, without being able to protect myself in any way from a powerful fuck.
It was an incredibly hot mental image, and though it didn’t really match my fantasy, I began taking off my clothes, under Ralph’s amused gaze, until I was stripped to my underwear.
“Now you” – I said with an enticing tone – “Let me feast my eyes on that muscular hairy body of yours. Let me drool over your wonderful fat cock, that in a moment will drill my ass…”
Ralph laughed, as I’d never used that language and that lustful tone with him, and slowly removed his clothes, one by one, putting on a show for my eyes only.
When he was naked, I removed my boxers and took position on the padded bench, on my belly. The bench was tall, I could barely touch the floor with my toes, and I felt a shiver, realizing that my ass and my cock were completely exposed; and they would’ve been even more exposed in a moment, when Ralph would’ve tied my ankles to the metal rings.
But he said: “No, no, this isn’t what you want. This isn’t your fantasy” – and then came closer and helped me turn around, until I was resting on the stool on my back. The convex padded surface forced my back to arch, thrusting up my chest.
Ralph, with expert moves, quickly tied my ankles to the legs of the bench; in the meantime, I didn’t know what to do with my arms, but he made me lower them toward the floor, and tied my wrists to the metal rings. I was immobilized. Well, not completely: I could easily raise my shoulders and my hips a couple inches, and move sideways, but I guessed that was the most Ralph could do.
I had guessed wrong. He said: “OK, now it’s time to tighten these ropes good and nicely. Just tell me when it hurts” – and then began adjusting something near to my ankles, and I felt my legs pulled downwards, more and more. After a short while, he moved to my wrists and did the same. The tension in my back became almost too high to bear, and I said: “Enough!”.
“OK”, he mused… and then tightened some more all the four restraints, making me groan for the dull pain and plead him to stop. Mercifully he stopped, and I realized that my body was so tightly bound that I really couldn’t move a single inch. Not even half an inch!
My head was hanging down from one side of the bench, and though it wasn’t restrained, the tension in my shoulders didn’t let me raise my head more than an inch. Ralph entered my field of vision bringing a blindfold, and I shot him a scared glance. “Trust me…”, he said in his deep, warm voice, and I nodded yes, or better I hinted a nod, because I couldn’t move more than that.
He blindfolded me and mused: “Good. Time to test the restraints…”
I suddenly felt something on my outstretched belly, close to the belly button, and instinctively flexed all my muscles, while letting out a loud scream… only to realize he’d just given me a tender kiss. “Not a single inch, nice! Just like your fantasy, isn’t it?” – he joked, and then added in a caring tone: “Scared?”
“Very” – I replied – “Can we have… don’t know… a safe word? Please?”
“You don’t need to ask me. I always play safe. Just say ‘hurricane’ and you’ll be free in seconds. Say it now.”
“Hurricane”, I said, and he joked: “That’s the word. But don’t wear it out, use it only if you really need to. You wouldn’t want to ruin your own fantasy, right? Now I’m going to place my hands on your belly, don’t get scared. But from now on, you’ll know what I’m going to do to you only when I do it…”
~ Insane edging ~
I felt Ralph’s hands press on my belly, and then move around, slowly, sensually. His touch seemed to wake up my skin, inch by inch. He brushed his palms on my abs and contoured my overstretched six-pack with his fingertips. My abs tightened under the ticklish touch, but my body didn’t move a single inch, tightly bound as it was.
A single wet fingertip began brushing my left nipple, in a circular motion; it was just a very light touch, but it caused strong shivers of pleasure radiate from my chest straight down to my groin. “Oh god…”, I groaned, and then I groaned again, louder, when a second fingertip began titillating my other nipple.
I always loved nipple play, but I never told it to Ralph; and yet, he knew: he seemed to read my deepest desires, and know by heart where my most sensitive spots were.
The finger on my left nipple was replaced by Ralph’s strong lips, that started sucking hard, drawing more blood in my nub and making it even more sensitive; at the same time, his hand became more aggressive on my other nipple, pinching and rolling it in a way that clearly meant ‘These nipples are mine’. He didn’t need to talk, he didn’t need to state it out loud: my body was his to do whatever he wanted with it, and I couldn’t stop him in any way.
I felt Ralph’s short nails press hard on my skin, moving from my chest down, to the abs, and then further down on my left thigh. It felt like his nails left a fiery trail behind them. He opened his hand and took a handful of my inner thigh, kneading it, taking possession of another part of my body.
By now my manhood had grown to a full erection and twitched helplessly, hoping to get some attention, but it got none. I felt frustrated, and tried to thrust my hips up, but the tension in my legs prevented the slightest movement.
Mercifully, the intense tit-play stopped, and Ralph’s mouth moved down, placing tender kisses all over my torso, on my pecs, my six-pack, my belly button, my waist, my pubes… I felt the warmth of his breath on the base of my cock, and dearly hoped that he was going to suck me, but he didn’t, his mouth moved sideways, avoiding my cock and kissing my hips.
I groaned in frustration, but my groan became a loud “Yessss!!” when his lips touched my swollen balls, and his tongue began licking the wrinkled skin with masterful, sensual touches. He sucked one of my balls into his mouth, and bathed with his saliva, then moved to the other ball, making me moan for the pleasure. When I thought it was over, he sucked both balls into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue; his scruff tickled my taint and my inner thighs, and I felt like floating in a cloud of sexual desire.
The intimacy I felt with Ralph in that moment, with my balls into his mouth, was complete, almost overwhelming. I would’ve entrusted my own life to him, if he wanted to.
He let my nuts go and I felt two strong hands brushing my skin, from my chest and from my calf, both slowly moving toward my crotch. I felt like my blood was rushing to my cock, to make it swell even more; my glans felt bloated and desperate for a touch. Even a light touch, even some air blown on it. My entire body screamed with desire, and I screamed with it: “AaaaAAAHH!!” – I yelled, when I felt Ralph’s lips closing around the tip of my cock. His tongue started circling my corona at a fast pace, while he created a vacuum in his mouth, making my glans incredibly responsive to his sensual touch.
He circled the base of my cock with his thumb and index finger, tightening his grip, to draw more blood in my already engorged cock and, at the same time, prevent any possible untimely ejaculation. With his spare hand, Ralph grabbed my wet balls and pulled them down, not in a painful way, but with confident determination, and the message was clear: with his mouth and his hands he’d taken possession of the last bastion of my masculinity. I was his, completely and irrevocably.
His mouth moved downwards, taking more and more of my shaft; I don’t have a monster cock, but my seven hard inches are not something an inexperienced mouth can take all the way. But Ralph was anything but inexperienced: he pushed his head down, down, until my cock head pressed on his tight muscle throats, and even then he didn’t stop, he pushed more, making my cock open wide his throat and venture into the intimate recesses of his gullet.
“You’re too much… You’re too much of a man…” – I moaned, delirious. And it wasn’t an exaggeration, I really meant it: I was realizing that his incredible sexual skills, his gorgeous body and his overwhelming dominance were quickly annihilating me. I was like clay for him to mold at will. He could give me a maddening pleasure, or cruelly deny it to me, and I didn’t have any say in that.
Despite having my cock all the way down his throat, I heard Ralph chuckle; he recoiled a bit, just to say with an amused tone: “You silly…”
Those two simple words restored my confidence, they completely flipped how I felt: he’d just reminded me that he was doing all of this for me! He was using his experience and his skills to service me, to the point of humbling himself and bending his natural dominance to my desires!
And damn, was he skilled! His head moved up and down on my cock, taking it all at each thrust, without a single gurgle, without ever gagging. And when he pulled up, his lips pursed hard on my shaft, and his hand gave a strong massage to the base of my cock. His other hand kept massaging and pulling my balls, adding to the already overwhelming sensations. I felt caught in a hurricane of pleasure that was bringing me higher and higher, making my juices boil in my groin.
I knew I couldn’t hold back anymore, and groaned loud, stiffening for the upcoming climax. But the strong suction on my cock suddenly stopped and strong fingers almost strangled the base of my cock, while my balls were painfully pulled down.
“NOOOO…!!!” – I screamed, pleading with him to make me cum, but he chuckled: “Not yet. You said you want to be delirious, and that’s what I’m going to make you feel…”
When my impending orgasm subsided and I began breathing normally, he let go of my cock and moved away; I heard him rummaging through the stuff on the shelves, and then he came back. He lifted my cock and balls and tightened what seemed like a leather studded band around the base of my cock and behind my balls; then he tightened the band more and more, until I screamed: “Ouch! It hurts!”
Ralph replied with a knowing tone: “‘Hurt’ is not the right term, isn’t it?”
It was true, it didn’t really hurt, but the pressure caused by the leather band was trapping the blood into my cock, making it almost painfully hard. It hurt… but in the most erotic way!
I knew that my cock head was already extremely sensitive, after being sucked and edged for so long, and I was almost scared at how it would’ve felt, now. I soon discovered: Ralph started stroking my entire cock, from the base to the tip, with slow deliberate movements, and every time his palm reached the glans and brushed on the sensitive, exposed skin, I felt like a surge of electricity shooting through my body.
“Make me cum… Make me cum…” – I pleaded, but my plea fell on deaf ears. Not only his hand relentlessly went on stroking my cock at a maddening slow pace, but the other hand took possession again of my nipple, teasing it, flicking the stiff nub with the nail, circling the sensitive areola with a slick fingertip.
I was about to plead again, but I didn’t say anything: I was in his hands, he knew what my body could take, he seemed to perfectly know my limits, and was determined to make me cross them. By a good mile.
The hand on my cock was replaced by his mouth, but he didn’t bob his head up and down, he just held my cock head into his mouth, sucking hard and rolling his tongue all around the corona, viciously insisting on the most sensitive spots. My breath was ragged, my mind was waving. I wasn’t sure I could bear it anymore. I wasn’t even sure I was going to survive at all…
Ralph recoiled and withdrew both his mouth and his hands. The next thing I felt was Ralph’s hand grabbing again my cock, but without stroking it: he just held it still, while brushing his thumb on my frenulum, with vicious insistence. After such a wild stimulation, my frenulum was incredibly sensitive, but I was sure I couldn’t ever cum, with such a small friction alone.
I groaned in desperation when Ralph’s deep voice said into my ear: “You can cum whenever you want…”. That was my only chance to cum, and I couldn’t waste it.
~ To the limit… and beyond ~
The relentless brushing on my frenulum made me climb toward the peak of my pleasure, but at such small steps I didn’t believe I would’ve ever reached the climax. But every stroke added to my tension, and I finally felt my balls tightening at the base of my cock. My entire body flexed in anticipation of the explosion, but the maddening stimulation left me there, on the unstable edge of the precipice.
“Please… Please…” – I moaned, delirious, and Ralph had mercy on me: he circled my entire glans with his thumb and index finger and started rotating his fingers around my corona, pushing me into the abyss.
I tried to buck, all my muscles strained to move my body, but the restraints were too tight, I was completely immobilized, and when the most massive orgasm I had memory of exploded in my groin, all I could do was scream, and scream, and scream, until my voice cracked, and still the devastating pleasure was wreaking havoc on my body and my mind.
My cock, strangled by the tight leather band, shot powerful jets of sperm high in the air, that splatted down on my chest and my face, and dribbled down my cheeks. Ralph’s hand went on stroking my cock, milking every single drop of juice, until I was completely drained.
The incredible orgasm trailed off, and I relaxed, panting hard, with my eyes closed. It had been a wonderful, amazing, devastating experience. My dream had become true and I had enjoyed it with every fiber of my being. I felt wasted, but in the best way possible.
Except, it was not over. Ralph flicked his finger on my nipple, making me groan for the discomfort, and then grabbed again my cock, which was still hard because of the tight leather band around the base.
When his palm brushed on my exposed, hypersensitive glans, I screamed aloud: “NO! God NO!”, but he gave a couple stroke more, and it felt like a torture, so I had no choice but yell the safe word: “Hurricane! Hurricane!!”
Immediately, every stimulation stopped, and Ralph said, with a sorry tone that went straight to my heart: “Can’t you really bear it just a little more? For me?”
In that moment, hearing the deep disappointment in Ralph’s voice, I realized that somehow my kinkiest desire, to be brought to orgasm while completely immobilized, matched Ralph’s, to give a post-orgasm torment to someone tightly restrained. I couldn’t let him down.
“I… I’m sorry” – I said with a trembling voice – “I was just taken aback, I didn’t mean to say the safe word. Go on…”
“Are you sure?” – he asked, with such an excitement in his voice that I thought I couldn’t deny him anything, no matter how unpleasant it could be. “What are you waiting for?” – I joked, but soon I had to bite my lips not to scream for the overwhelming sensation. Ralph began stroking my cock again, sending fiery sparkles of discomfort throughout my entire body; my muscle stiffened again, all of them, from head to toes, and once more the tight restraint prevented the slightest movement. But the twitches under my skin were a clear sign of how intense the sensations coming from my tortured cock were for me.
Ralph changed strategy, and held still my cock with one hand, while he brushed his entire palm on my exposed glans, viciously polishing it. “HOLYFUCKINGSHIT!!!” – I screamed out of my lungs, but I forced myself not to say the safe word. I felt like someone was sending surges of high-voltage power through my body. And being completely immobilized made me feel helpless: desperately and completely helpless.
And I loved it. I didn’t know that side of myself, but I felt exhilarated at being at the mercy of a merciless man torturing me. Of course the ‘merciless man’ was Ralph, the man I’d come to love and trust with all my heart, and he was not torturing me, he was pushing me to break my limits, making me discover new horizons of sexual pleasure.
Ralph’s mouth closed around my cock and started moving up and down, with rabid, hungry moves, making my forcefully hard cock crash into his throat over and over. The sensation was maddening, but also incredibly erotic. The mere idea that Ralph’s pleasure could come from my suffering made me feel a renewed sexual energy that flowed through my entire body and fueled the stiffness of my cock.
“Take away the leather band” – I said in a broken voice – “I don’t need it anymore…”
Ralph did it, and grunted with satisfaction when saw my cock still hard as a rock, eager to get some more fun. “I see you’re good to go for another round…” – he mused, and I begged: “Not an entire round, please. I wouldn’t survive. But granted, there’s more juice for you to force out of my balls…”
“Yeah…” – he growled with an irrepressible lust in his voice, and suddenly his hands and his mouth were again everywhere on my body. Not a single inch of my skin was safe from his assault, just like the last time; but this time he wanted more, and again I was not going to deny it to him: I felt his slick fingers move down from my balls to the perineum, and then further down, to reach my nether portal.
I stifled a gasp, because in that position, with my body forcibly bent backward, I was not able to relax my hole, that was as tight as the restraints holding me. But I didn’t back off, and when Ralph’s thick middle finger forced open my sphincter and breached into my depths, I bravely bore the short pang of pain.
I was rewarded with the most erotic feeling I could feel: Ralph began wiggling his finger, hitting my prostate with quick blows, that felt almost maddening, because of the tension of my lower body. I groaned loud, and then groaned louder when Ralph engulfed again my cock into his mouth, pumping hard on it.
When Ralph’s other hand moved again to my swollen nipple, I felt lost: “I’m gonna cum… Ralph, I’m cumming..!”
Ralph didn’t stop this time, he didn’t want to keep me again on the edge: he ramped up the pace of both his mouth and his finger, deeply planted into my ass, and let another powerful orgasm explode into my groin. My prostate, masterfully tickled and massaged by Ralph’s finger, was more than happy to work overtime, and shot another barrage of white bullets that filled Ralph’s mouth. I felt his throat brushing my cock head, and realized he was gulping down my seed, to the last drop.
I felt my head spin, and when the contractions of the orgasm trailed off, I relaxed, exhausted.
Ralph stood silent for a minute or so, letting me enjoy the residual pleasure of the sexual high. And then his hand grabbed again my cock, to give me a couple strokes that made me gasp. “Ralph… I’m not going to say the safe word… but I beg you, don’t do it. I can’t bear it. But… I trust you. Completely. If you think I can bear it, then go on, torture me, make me scream. I won’t stop you.”
As an answer, I felt again Ralph’s stubbled mouth kissing tenderly my belly. This time he indulged a little more there, and even turned his head and pressed his cheek on my belly. “I couldn’t ever torture you” – he said – “I love you. And I’m in awe of you, as you could endure much more than you were expecting. Now I should release you, but before I do, there’s another fantasy I want to turn into reality…”
~ Deeper than ever ~
Ralph gently removed my blindfold, and I suddenly found myself staring into his beautiful, comforting brown eyes. He smiled tenderly and leaned down, to my immobilized head, to give me a hungry, dominant, loving kiss that seemed to never end. I felt myself melting under his lips. He cared for me, he loved me, I could clearly feel it by the tender, cautious way his tongue explored every recess of my mouth, down to the most hidden ones.
My heart thumped hard in my chest, I was proud of myself and I was happy I made him live his fantasies, to torment me and to give me that sweet, passionate kiss while completely restrained.
He recoiled with a mischievous grin and when he stood up my entire field of vision was filled with his big veiny cock, as hard as steel. Of course he was hard! So far I got all the pleasure, and he got none. Not physical, anyway, because I knew he truly enjoyed watching me riding the rollercoaster of sensations he's created for me. But apparently it wasn’t enough…
He pushed his hips forward, placing the tip of his cock on my lips. My heart skipped a beat: I wasn't anywhere as experienced as him in oral sex; and in my reversed position, and restrained without being able to move a single inch, I could easily choke to death.
I evaded his cock and looked at him with pleading eyes: “I can't give you what you gave to me...”
“You can” – he replied in a soothing tone – “I know you can, because you want it. You just licked and parted your lips: you want to take my cock to the last inch. Trust me once more, I won't ever hurt you.”
I silently opened my mouth wide, because he was right. He was always right. I wanted it, I wanted to take his cock to the hilt, and above all I wanted to grant him at least a fraction of the mind-numbing pleasure he'd made me feel moments before.
“My cock is not your enemy, he's a friend that you're happy to see again. Open your door and let him in...”
I did, and his musky taste filled my mouth. I closed my lips and my eager tongue made love with his glans, brushing all over the velvety skin, rolling around the wide flange of his corona and titillating his frenulum, that I just discovered to be a very sensitive part of a man's virility.
“Good...” – he growled sensually – “Hug your friend, hold him tight, make him feel the joy you feel for having him there... He wants to make love to you, show him your bedroom...”
He pushed his cock deeper into my mouth and his wide head pushed against my larynx. I gurgled and he placed his hands at the sides of my head: “I know, you're a virgin, you're scared, but he loves you. You can't imagine how deeply he loves you. Relax... Open yourself up for him... Breathe through your nose and let him in...”
Ralph's voice was soothing, mesmerizing. I felt loved, understood, taken care of, and my throat muscles relaxed, just a bit; he took the chance I was offering him and pushed his big cock all the way down my gullet. I realized that with my mouth so stuffed I couldn't speak the safe word, if I needed to, but I didn't have the time to panic, as his warm voice was already soothing my fears: “You're doing good, you're giving the greatest gift to your lover... and you're about to give him again... and again...”
He started rocking his hips, slowly, and I felt his cock effortlessly slide back and forth in my gullet, tightly hugged by my throat muscles. He was still holding my head with both hands, and I was not scared anymore: he'd pushed me to cross another boundary, making me discover another thing I didn't know about myself, that I could control my gag reflex quite well. I felt exhilarated, and I wanted to give him more, I wanted to devote myself to that wonderful man who was giving me so much...
Again, he seemed to read my mind, and his thrusts became longer, making his wide glans pop out of my throat, to then open it wide again, and again. I could clearly feel the wide flange of his cock head forcing open my larynx at each thrust, and I welcomed his dominant, friendly cock deep inside me each time, giving myself to it unreservedly.
The vision of Ralph's balls swaying in front of my eyes and slapping on my nose at each thrust was incredibly erotic, and his musky smell was intoxicating.
I heard Ralph's breath become labored, and I got ready to taste his juice. But I didn't expect the last twist he added to my already difficult predicament: his hand pressed on my throat, making me feel his cock sliding in and out even more, like it was twice its actual size. My eyes bulged out, because I almost couldn't breathe and thrashed a bit, firmly held by my restraints. I don't know if he was aware of my distress, but it was too late: he shoved his cock down my throat all the way and let out a low beastly growl, completely lost in his pleasure.
I felt his cock pulse and throb, and a sudden warmth expanded in my throat, smoothly sliding toward my stomach. I couldn't believe it: he was shooting his juice straight down my gullet! He held my head firmly, keeping his cock deeply planted in me, while his balls rested on my nose and his hand pressed on my throat.
My lungs were short of air, I felt my head spinning, but I realized in that moment what his fantasy really was: feeding his manly seed to me, completely immobilized and unable to escape, straight into my gullet.
Moments before I could faint, he recoiled and let go of my throat. I felt his cock slide out of my larynx and felt a little sad, because I really wanted to taste his juice, but he didn't let me: not a single drop bathed my tongue. I couldn't move a single muscle, but I could move my lips, so I tightly pursed them around his shaft, to let him know I wanted more.
He stopped, and let me suck him a little more. I created a vacuum in my mouth, like he did with me earlier, and I forcefully drew the last drops of his essence out of his massive cock, finally savoring the taste of my man.
My tongue danced a crazy dance around his now sensitive glans, and I heard him gasp, but I uttered a sharp “Mmmh!”, that wasn't a moan, it was an order. And he obeyed. He stood still, letting me feast on his cock, ignoring the shivers of discomfort I was causing him. He owed me, and he knew.
“Aww... fuck...” – he growled, with choked voice, and I doubled my efforts. He could’ve recoiled any moment, but he didn't, and I loved him even more for offering his suffering to me that way.
He was giving himself to me unreservedly, without holding back anything, just like I'd given myself to him moments before. I experienced a level of intimacy with him that I'd never know before with anyone else.
And while munching on his tasty cock and rejoicing his occasional grunts and gasps, I knew I had found the man of my life.
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