Ah the fucked up ideas I used to have and then write down...
The Streets of Eternity
I lit my cig, or as those British blokes may say, ‘I lighted my fag,’ but I hate to call a cig a fag or a fag a cig, or to compare a cig to a stick or an ass goblin, I don’t know, but cigs outclass both and even more, like woman and myself, but that isn’t the fucking point, ok? The point is I lit the cig and then something happened, then something else happened, and then I found myself strapped down to a bed, naked with my arms spread, legs spread, limbs tied to bedposts by leather, that sort of thing. At least I’m on my back, I thought, which means that I probably won’t get anything up my ass, like a coke bottle or a plunger. Ouch.
In front of me, standing at the base of the bed, a red head, slim with the tall black leather boots, garter belt, leather bra, spikes around her limbs and a long black whip in her hand. And she was whipping me with extreme accuracy on my nut. Not nuts--nut. She would scream, “left nut!” and whip, hitting that nut, oh so accurate. The pain was horrible, stinging and then I couldn’t breath. It was like having a sunburn slapped, then being punched in the stomach. I won’t say it was the worst pain in my life, cause everyone always says that and then they write another story and they say it again, fucking lying monotonous cliché line users, but it was bad. And good. The masochist in me must have come out because my cock was rock hard, then:
“Right nut!” whip!
“Left nut!” whip!
“Right nut, left nut, ahahahh right nut!” whip whip whip.
Scream. Pain, pleasure, I didn’t know which, and I was screaming;
“Oh god, ouch, yes! Stop, ahhhhhh, no, ahhhhhhhhh, god, ouch, yes, yes, oooooh, no more, yes, ouch, Jesus save me!, god more!, no more! Help help!, god please don’t stop!, the pain! Yes, no, yes, you bitch, die!” and just wailing my head off. In pain, fear, pleasure, joy, hate, rage, stink or who knows what form I yelled in, maybe all of them, but she just kept whipping each nut while my cock laid hard on my stomach, pointing to my head, saying “Hahaha! Like what I got you into!!?!?”
Eventually I passed out. I just couldn’t take it anymore, whatever it was, whatever feeling I had towards this nut whipping, I couldn’t take and I was out cold.
I woke up with a red ball in my mouth, leather straps around my head holding it there, Pulp Fiction style. What woke me up? Oh there is the cause, that leather wrapped red head is riding me. Up and down on my cock. And her hands each have a nipple, mine, and she’s twisting them like maybe if she twists far enough my cock will grow. Right nipple for length, left for width. So she twists and rides, and she rides well, like a cowboy on his trusty steer or a Texan on a lawnmower, or a fucking crazy red head nymph in leather ripping a guy to shreds with her pussy and sexual lust. No, definitely not like a cowboy or Texan. It was that last one for sure, but she had moves, amazing unheard of things. It felt like there was suction in there, like my prick was being pulled into her body by a huge vacuum cleaner, and little fingers on the sides, massaging it in this amazing, profound, mystical way. It was so good, amazing, mind blowing, and I came with a loud grunt and a shot that she must have felt in her pancreas. Then, slowly, but quickly, my dick became limp, shrinking, falling, until, plop, it was resting on my stomach. She uttered a sentence; the first since I awoke, her moans having ceased.
“Oh fuck no you don’t cock sucker, you little prissy boy, you queer, you do not go limp on me!” with this rage in her eyes and face.
I realized, I’m tied up, gagged, fuck, she’s mad; I’m fucking scared.
Red leather reached to the bed stand, which had a candle in a skull candle holder, and pulled out some sort of pale rod. She extended it, grabbed me by my tip, and then pulled with determination. She was gonna get this thing going again. I watched limp warrior extend, in length, no width, and then she wrapped some straps from the weird rod around it, and some how it held my pecker up. Then she rode again, moaned and moaned, pinched and bit my nipples, began slapping me across the face. I didn’t sign up for this, I thought to myself; I really don’t think that I signed up for this.
Finally, just before my nipples fell off and my face had reached a nice color of red from the slapping, she came. She came with a wolf like howl, then scratched her nails down my chest, drawing blood. She farted loud, and took a nice shit. A big juicy one, right onto my balls. My left nut is bigger than the right, and it got the largest deposit. She reached behind her, came back with a Billy club, and knocked me square on the head, knocking me out cold, again.
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They kept me chained naked and gagged, except for when fed, for at least two weeks. There were no windows, and I lost track of time. I say ‘they’ because there were other girls who came to use me. Blondes, blacks, Hindu, hippie brunettes, fat, skinny, old and young. All sorts of things were done to me and my body. One of them shaved off all my hair, head and eyebrows included. Another bit the arches of my feet until they bled. Yet another dripped frozen lard on me and licked it off when it melted. There were cuts, hot wax, mousetraps, and so much more.
I was thankful though, for three reasons. One, I always got laid, even if it was for longer than I wanted and in ways I didn’t completely enjoy. Two, there were no guys, thank god. And three, nothing was ever inserted into my ass, but one girl did lick my asshole… such heaven.
I must have fucked 40, 45, 50 girls, I dunno, but it was amazing. I slept between rapes; I guess you could call them that. Yes, between rapes and feeding I slept and dreamt dreams of mountains and skulls.
Finally, one day, I woke up with these rags of clothes on, in the gutter of a dirty street with shitty little stores lining it, and I was soaking wet. I looked up to see a cow pissing on me. I just let it fall. I checked my pockets and found fifty dollars US and a pack of cigs with a lighter.
“That’s what you get for picking up girls in India,” I told the cow. I slowly got up, smelling like cow piss, beer and sweat, lit a cig, and walked down the road. I stopped at the first guesthouse I saw and got a room. After inspecting my room, a bed and a sink and a hole in the ground, I went out in search of a bar, and maybe a woman, but no fucking red heads.
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