...orlando, not in touch with his feminine side,
slams down the steps in Deep Butch, while he waits for the votes.
The sentence is up, though, at long bloody last. Pointed-toe thick-heeled size 14 shitkickers
(with handworked lavender leather insets,
and a tiny "z" on each sole)
hit those steps with downright menace. Faded buttonfront 501s, knee-ripped, arse-ripped, engine-grimed,
wrap those lean muscled legs.
Without the tshirt, his sleekly-shaved chest and chin
is a stark contrast to the heavy-gauge stainless steel chain
that hangs from clamps at each nipple ring.
Thick heavy black leather fringe swings from wrist to shoulder
and across the back of the grimed leather biker jacket. Two weeks of thick black beardgrowth
shadows his usually pristine jawline.
and those bright baby blues are concealed by
classic Jack Nicholson Ray-Bans. Butch purgatory is over,
and I can't find a *thing* to wear.
...watches...
You did say something about close observation?
...subtle yet seductive smile...
...wonders if he should shrug out of the leather jacket...
...looking over the dread outfit..."not with all that clutter"
"leave the chain"
...unsheathing the knife again...
...tapping the tip of the blade against a faded denim clad thigh...
...sucks in one deep breath, and starts to peel...
...the leather jacket gets tossed, the boots get kicked out of...
and the touch of that blade against denim...
I do so hate to ask again, but, um, what's Your pleasure, Sir?
...one arm lifting to arc across...
...large hand connecting with your cheek in a backhand blow..."you"
"naked"
"quickly"
...head reeling, cheekbone smarting, eyes starting to glaze,
I shuck out of the denim but *fast*, and I was bareback, so now I'm bare, except for the steel chain clamped to my nipple rings...
I am gorgeously shaved sleek and smooth, Dear Sir. Shoulder-length blueblack hair, smooth jaw, smooth throat, smooth chest and upper back.
...knife tip tracing the contours of your chest..."better"
Deep thick curly thatch at pits and crotch. Lily-white cut 7'n'7 that has been defying gravity for this past hour.
...chest heaves involuntarily at trace of blade, eyes sparkle, tongue glistens over lips...
...amber grey eyes taking on an evil gleam..."shaved and smooth"
...delves into the leather bag by the table...
...removes a set of wide steel cuffs, much like bracelets...
...opens the hinges..."your wrists"
Sir, yes, Sir. Above the waist. There's a pretty thick trail from navel south, the inner thighs are pretty thick with hair, the shins moderately so. Tiny diamond tugger patch at top of crack in back.
...I hold out my wrists, and the cuffs snap in place on them with a wicked sound...
I'll holler "safeword" if You don't give me one more to Your liking, Sir.
...hint of a smile at the sound of the cuffs closing...
...stands, hands burried in your hair...
...hot mouth descending on yours, hard passion kiss...
...breaks the kiss, arm lifting once more...
...the backhand connecting to drive you to the floor..."what would you know of me?"
Anything You want to tell me..
...i gasp, aching, from the floor at Your feet...
I want to know what You look like, I want to know what You mean by observing me, I want to know Anything You want to tell me.
i want to know what i can do for You.
...hand gripping the heavy chain...
...pulling you on your knees across the floor..."6' 2" in bare feet"
"shoulder length dark hair"
"mostly smooth"
"light dusting of hair on legs, trail and crotch"
"broad shoulders"
"I watch, I see"
i fucking follow
"what can you be for me?"
"what do you want to be for me?"
...the chain screams through my nipple rings, and i scramble to keep pace, and when i can't I nearly pass out from the agony...
i can be the pain slut of Your wildest dreams. You can beat the shit out of me, and i'll kiss Your feet. You can knock me across the floor, and i'll spread for You. You can ask anything, and i'll answer, and i'll answer as well as ever You have been answered.
...dragging you to the wall...
...releasing the chain...
...only to pick up even heavier chains attached to the wall...
...attaching each steel cuff to a chain...
"I knew it"
"you will answet"
"and then answer again"
...chained to the wall, heart pounding, cock throbbing, mouth glistening, my eyes track Your dazzling body as You continue about Your work...
What do You like? What would You like?
...i know what i want, and it lurks imprisoned beneath Your levis...
...adjusting the chains...
...your arms stretched high...
...shrugging off the leather jacket...
...pulling off the white tee shirt...
...smooth bare chest revealed...
...muscles evident but not obvious...
...standing behind you...
...chained to the wall, You behind me, I twist my head painfully over my shoulder to watch when I hear the sounds of clothing leaving skin...
...large hand gripping a many tailed cat...
...laying the leather on your back...
...movement blurred as the cat flies up and then streaks down to land across your back and ass..."you"
...and the muscles in my arms begin to strain as i feel the heat of Your torso behind me, and my naked arsecheeks clench tight together...
...the bite of the cat eats into me, again and again, and my body rocks with each stroke, the sweet hot fire of the whip like a lover's touch...
...watching the clenching...
...the cat streaking to lay hard over your skin again..."how many will it take for you to loosen?"
...i gasp! and with a bigger force of will than i thought i had, i make my arse unclence, knowing how much more it hurts when the lash hits relaxed skin...
...blows raining...
...a turn of the wrist and the tails wrap around to lick across that throbbing cock..."how many till you scream?"
...i stifle a scream when the leather licks my cock, and i ask...
Would You like my screams, Dear Sir?
...a boot kicking at your ankles...
...your knees spread wide...
...arm shifting, hard leather kisses on your inner thighs...
...a single tail batting at your balls..."everything you've got"
...my bruised ankles spread for that wicked boot, and my knees, and my thighs scream with the bite of leather along them, and the first flick of leather against tightly clencned balls my throat opens, and i start to scream...
...singing leather disgusing the sound of buttons popping loose on denim...
...the cat clattering to the floor...
...hands gripping hard ass cheeks, wrenching them apart...
...8 inches of hot smooth skin pressed against your crack...
...eyes closing, head falling back...
...heat rushing through at the sound of that scream...
...bulging purple cock head pressed tight to your opening...
...the deep low moan coming from my throat stops hard and fast at that sound, that touch, i freeze but do not clench, and that feeling up my crack rocks my cock hard and throbbing against my washboard and i ask...
Shall i beg You, Sir?
...very, very quietly...
...hands mashing your ass, holding it open...
...steel hard cock forcing it's way in...
...grunting sigh at the feel of you...
...my dryreamed arse screams as Your cock rams me, and i'd scream again if i could get my breath at all, and the steaming thrusts mate with the cold steel biting into my wrists and the circuit completes and i do start to scream...
...soft denim pressed against the backs of your abused thighs...
...slow slide back...
...hard thrust in..."you will beg, eventually"
...hands moving from your ass...
...one grips your hair, hauling back on it...
...the other run it's manicured nails down your striped back...
...the hot cock inside you seeming to widen even further as the thrusts take on greater force...
i'll beg You now!
...the evil little steel buttons press into me, and Your evil steelhard cock rams up deep hard inside me, slow and dry and wicked, ripping my sweet boycunt like sandpaper and i love it, and my breathing is ragged and my head is spinning as i beg You...Please, Dear Sir, please fuck the shit out of me, please shoot hot inside me, i want Your cock to rip through me and give You what pleasure You can take...
...the nails do it, my back arches, hot boyhoney is dripping out of my cock against the wall as You slam me, but i can hold mine for as long as i need to, and i beg again...
Please fuck me, Dear Sir, please let me take everything You have. i want Your cock, very much so, please.
...slight changes in angle of the thrusts...
...each a different pressure and friction on that spot inside you...
...your heat surrounding me...
...the friction exquisite..."very nice, pretty eyes"
..but the lashes snap shut when i start to come, and i can't help that at all, and my cock is so close, and i can't touch it, and Your cock is hitting my spot hard and deep and i scream againa and i beg again...
Please fuck me Sir! Please give me all the heat You have!
...breathing fast...
...panting...
...exertion and pleasure combining...
...pulling you hair back harder...
...hand sliding under you, grabbing the chain, pulling hard..."scream for me again"
...my poor cock hard as a rock for the past two hours my nipples like little bullets with the chain between them and you pull! at the chain! and i can't control my voice i scream and cry and scream again...
PLEASE fuck me! Please shoot Your hot Manhoney deep inside me PLEASE!
...hands grabbing your hips...
...pounding...
...slamming...
...balls risen up...
...cock throbbing, expanding...
,,,pusing your head forward....
...grabbing your cokc in a hard grip..."come with me"
o yes o yes i can *do* that
...my cock sings with Your grip, and my hips rock into Your cock, and it pulls my cock in Your hand and you feel me swell in Your hand and i will let this shoot when You do...
...grunting loud...
...faded denim slapping off your ass...
...jerking, once, twice...
...molten heat flowing through me in a wave...
...yelling out loud...
...shooting, spewing hot jets inside you...
...You feel my cock sing and spurt beneath Your grip, boycome arcing high against my washboard, the hard wall, dribbling onto Your hand, sweet and wet and hot as i shudder at the twin sensations, trobbing arse clenching You hard and hard and hard and throbbing cock in Your hand shuddering and spending...
...short sharp gasps at your squeezing...
...drawing the last drops from me...
...my hand wet with you...
...squeezing tight...
...falling forward to rest on your back...
...sweet fuck the feel of Your heat and weight against my collapsed back, my aching steelbitten wrists pulled by O/our weight and the chains at the wall, scraped raw skin on fucking fire as I hang here...
...the feel of Your breath on my neck...
...slowly hauling my 200lbs off your back...
...pulling back and sliding out of you...
...moving to disengage the cuffs from the chains...
...pulling you into my embrace...
...hands roaming your hot back...
...face buried in your neck...
...breathing beginning to steady...
...bruised and battered and fucked and falling into Your embrace... i know You're not the Julio i speak about as my partner all the time. But He never logs into chat. ...i gasp, i need air, my chest won't open...
i don't care Who You are, You Are Wonderful.
...and Your hot face pressed into my neck sends me deep and hard...
...cradling you in my arms..."no I am not"
"breathe pretty eyes"
"I am a figment"
One sweet hot fuck of a figment.
...i try to breathe, and a giggle comes out...
...kissing your neck...
...looking at you..."thank you"
"your gift is sweet"
...soft laugh..."you're pretty hot yourself"
...bright baby blues look into those amber greys...
Thank *You*. *Yours* is.
...clasping both hands around your face..."it is late for you"
"kiss me"
...the breathing returns, slow but steadier...
...my lips part, moistened by my tongue, and my chin tips up, throat baring like a beaten dog...
...stopping to bite on that neck...
...soft lips meeting yours...
...kissing you soft...
...over sensitized skin shrieks at the bite, very welcome and very not expected, and my full soft ready lips press against Yours hard not soft...
...returning the pressure...
...a hand slapping your ass..."time to sleep pretty eyes"
...a silly smile at the arsewhap, and i pick up my scattered butchery...
RT Bed, perhaps. RT sleep, eventually.
...satisfied smile...
...moving away to disappear from whence I came..."thank you pretty eyes"
"another day"...gone...
...sighs happily, and is gone, likewise...
