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The first half was mostly story, this half has mostly sex.  Both halves
have bondage that is consensual and this half has homosexual sex and a
little pain.  If that's what you want, that's what you'll get.  I'm
forwarding this for Quarterhorse, and I'll give him email that's sent to
me.  He doesn't really have email access, so I'll be answering most of the
mail as well; but he's been absolutely floored by all the positive
responces.  Keep it up and he's bound to produce more...  Chuckle.
Perhaps even literally.

Elektra

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    As we walked back, Morgan stayed close by me.  For the last few
feet he even put his arm around my shoulders.  As we reached the door to
our room, he turned me and we hugged fiercely, strength against strength.
So strange to think that if that guy had been any better a shot that I
would probably be riding an ambulance to emergancy.

    I went to my knees at the threshold, and Morgan chuckled low in
his throat as he locked the door behind us.  His hand was strong in my
hair as he pulled my head back and kissed me, long and sweet and hard.  He
pulled me to my feet and threw me on my front onto the table.  I felt him
touch my wrist cuffs to the anchor point on the other side of the padded
table.  The g-string fell away.  He pushed a cock ring onto my already
hardened cock and the feeling of his hands on me caused me to groan
softly.  He put a wrap around blindfold on me as well, cutting out
everything except the feeling of his touch on me.

    Then I felt something cold against my asshole.  Morgan gently
started stroking lubricant onto and into it.  I relaxed to let his fingers
probe as deeply as they liked, and I writhed and moaned as he rubbed and
teased my balls and my anus with his hands.

    I tried to move onto his fingers, onto anything.  He laughed
again, "Be still my sweet mount."  I tried, but shuddered and shivered
under the stroking of his hands.  When I finally felt his cock at my
asshole, I tried to push myself onto him.  A quick blow against my welts
and I screamed and went still as he drove himself home within me.  My legs
buckled at the pain and the sensation of his invasion.  Impaled, my world
narrowed to nothing but the warm, moving weight of him behind and within
me.  He moved hard and fast, putting enough force behind every stroke to
make me grunt for air.

    Then I felt his hands stroke my iron-hard cock and I cried out,
bucking; but he played me, played me like a puppet, like a good mount, and
between the exquisite sensation of his hands and the steady rhythm of his
strokes I moved to his every whim.  Simply a beast lead on, teased and
compelled by pure sensation.  I could feel my sobs tearing at my throat,
my crying out.  My arms pulling to increase the tension across my
shoulders, back, and belly, pulling against the table and the weight of my
useless legs, pulling into the tide of his rhythm on me.  The open mesh of
my shirt rubbed my pierced nipple until it felt like it glowed.

    His hands moved to my shoulders and then gripped tight as the
tension built in him.  I found myself doing my best to move with his
rhythm, reinforcing it not only against him but in myself as well.  By
meeting everything he did, I intensified the power of his stroke in me
until every stroke took absolute control of my body, breathing and voice.
Then for five incredible strokes Morgan went iron hard and slammed into me
hard enough to bruise my waist against the edge of the table.

    Morgan came in me with a wordless cry.  He collapsed on me,
still moving, still spasming, and his sobbing breath was hot on my neck.
I wrenched my head around to try and taste his lips and he pushed into me
hard to reach my lips.  He trembled when he kissed me, almost as much as I
was trembling under his additional weight.  I was so hard I hurt.

    I sighed as he withdrew, only to gasp as a cold, thick dildo
slid into the emptiness.  A belt went around my waist and a line from it
through the ring in the dildo, and two lines, one on either side of my
sex, went up to the front.  I moaned as he pulled me up to a standing
position, every muscle trembling at the feeling of the invasion.  My
asshole was clamped around it and my belly felt like it was being stirred,
rearranged by the dildo as it didn't move with me as my body moved.  It
took everything I had to simply stand, shivering, running with sweat.
Then he turned me around and put a ball gag into my mouth, strapped it on.

    When he pushed me back onto the table, filled ass first, I couldn't
scream like I wanted to.  And when the surface of the table hit my welts,
there wasn't any more noise than my pained, shuddering breathing, but I
felt the tears start to flow from my eyes.  My wrists and ankles were
fastened down good and tight, spreading me wide open for Morgan's
examination as my body leaped and writhed.  When I finally grew still, he
removed the gag.  He kissed away my tears, kissed my mouth until I was
moving again, and released my cock from the cockring.

    Morgan put his fingers around the base of my cock and squeezed it
until it went down.  Then he kissed the very tip of it, gently.  His
tongue flicked out and stroked the tip and the whole world went away. All
I could feel was his mouth on my cock and as my body asked, pleaded,
begged for more, his mouth and hands gave my body more, but so slowly it
was an agony of ecstacy.  The tension slowly filled my body, filled my
senses, until there was nothing but the sharp edges of delight against the
slow building of the orgasm.  My muscles started burning with fatigue,
with the onslaught of the tensions only possible when I'm tied down.  When
it was so bright and hard in me and on me it was almost unbearable, I
started to cry out with each stroke.  When the orgasm hit I was gagged by
the sheer force of it, wildly flung against my bonds by the waves that
crashed through my body.

    While I slowly came down, shuddering and sobbing in the aftermath,
Morgan's lips touched mine and I eagerly opened my mouth to his.  The
salty cream of my come flowed onto my tongue from his mouth.  I kissed and
tried to lick up every drop of it, stroking the insides of his mouth.  His
teeth closed on my tongue and held it painfully trapped for a moment.  He
let go and I opened my mouth to his probing, passive to his actions, the
bitter aftertaste of the come chalky in my mouth.

    Morgan sighed and released me and untied my blindfold.  He went
into the bathroom and I lay still, feeling the sweat cooling on my skin,
half-conscious as I listened to him moving around in the bathroom.  I
carefully rolled over and sat up, the dildo still making itself known with
every movement.  I sat there for a while and waited for my head to
steady.  Then I gingerly put my feet on the ground and asked my shaking
legs to take my weight.  At that moment Morgan opened the bathroom door,
so I just slid to the ground onto my knees.  He laughed and I felt his
hands on the belt around my waist.  He stroked it and said, "Get up,
Horse.  I want to see you walk."

    I looked up at him, startled, but his eyes were hard and bright.
So I carefully, limb by limb, position by position, got up onto my feet,
trying to do it so that my every gasp and reaction to the presense of the
dildo would be displayed for his pleasure as was the almost uncontrollable
shivering in my fatigued muscles.  I was silently crying again before I was
completely up.

    "Walk to the far wall and back."

    I felt awkward as I walked.  My balance was all thrown off by
unexpected twinges, unexpected movements in my body as I walked.  My legs
felt like they were made of gel.  I had to stop twice to catch my balance,
and I heard his soft laughter each time.  It aroused me each time I heard
it as my muscles clamped around the dildo.  Feelings of helplessness, of
being terrifically weak, of every action being in my Master's control, and
of knowing that I was praised and loved not only in spite of those
feelings but because of them made something in me flare hot and bright.
I turned around at the wall and came back to him, my eyes on his face,
drinking in his delight at my awkwardness and my arousal.

    "Come here." he said and I walked up in front of him.  He bent to
lick and kiss away my tears.  I smelled the mint on his breath.  I closed
my eyes at the caress of his hand on my belly.  He played with the line
leading to the dildo and tugged it tight.  He caught me before I fell.  He
set me back on my feet.  I flinched as he pinched my pierced nipple and
moaned as he turned the sapphire stud on the end of the bar in it.  His
other hand slid my shirt over my head.

    With the bar between his thumb and the tip of his forefinger,
Morgan pulled me into the bathroom and into the shower.

    He put me down on my knees in the shower, my wrists fastened
together in front of me.  The warm spray felt wonderful against the sweat
coldness of my skin.  Eventually, he helped me stand so I could scrub his
back with a loofa.  I carefully massaged the soap all over his skin and he
sighed with the sensation of the roughness of the sponge on his back.  He
then fastened my wrists to the wall.

    "Toes in."  I turned my toes in, relaxing, and his arm went around
my waist to support me as I jumped and shuddered as he undid the harness
and withdrew the dildo to let it be washed off by the run off.  I would
take care of it and the harnesses tomorrow.

    He scrubbed my back carefully around the welts and then washed
my hair and massaged my scalp under the hot water.  He scrubbed my
lowerback and then my legs down to my toes, carefully steadying me as he
worked.  His gentle washing of my sore anus had me leaning, breathing
hard, against the wall.  He turned me around and fastened my wrists above
my head to the wall.  He washed both arms, examining the patch as he
washed around it.  He ran his finger around the edge of it, making sure
that it was stuck on securely.  He bent and caressed my pierced nipple
with his tongue and teeth and then washed and rinsed my chest and belly.
His touch as he washed my balls and cock had me trembling again.

    Morgan left me tied to the wall when he got out to dry off.  Then
he touched the release and I was free again.  He flung a towel at me, and
I dried myself off.  By the time I was done, he was already out of the
bathroom.  I used the facilities, brushed my teeth and then walked out
into the darkness of the room.  The cuffs on ankle and wrist loosened,
fell off like tired snakes going away at their master's command.  I rubbed
the moist skin underneath where they had been.

    "Here, Horse." he said from my left, where the bed was.  I
carefully made my way across the room.  When I reached the bed, I heard him
pull back the covers, "Come on in, the water's fine." he said, sleepily,
and I crawled into the body temperature gel bed and it gave with my
weight.  I laid myself down with my back to him and sighed with tiredness
and fullfillment.  His arm flung across my waist, so I moved in until I
was spooned up against him.  His fingers idly played with the sapphire
stud through my nipple.

    The other arm was beneath my head.  I kissed it, and said, "Thank
you, Master, for an amazing evening."

    He chuckled into my hair. "It was a lot of fun."

    "Most of all, thanks for saving my ass when that idiot let loose
with the piece."

    I felt him kiss me between my shoulder blades and, so softly I had
to strain to hear it, he said, "If he had hit you any harder than he did,
I would have killed him."  He shivered and hugged me tightly to him,
"Damnit, Horse, if you ever died..." for a second he was silent,
struggling for words.   I turned around and got my arms around him.  He
buried his face in the hollow of my shoulder.  His arms closed, painfully
hard across my welted back.