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When Sir and I returned from our night out on the town, Sir produced a blindfold from somewhere in His clothes, and placed it around my eyes. He spun me around in a circle in His living room to disorient me before stopping me and stripping my clothes off me. He had me stand there naked and instructed me to remain there and remain silent. The coolness of His home made my flesh turn to goosebumps, and I wondered at what might be about to happen, since Sir had not played this game out with me before. I could not imagine with any certainty what Sir was about to do to me, and that thought started my arousal. I shivered with the chill from the air conditioning, but my penis turned rock hard and stood at attention. Whatever Sir was about to do to me would most assuredly involve plenty of body contact, His thick dark chocolate muscles covered in wiry black hair scraping on my softer, leaner, white flesh with a light dusting of soft blond hair, and would most likely conclude with His huge thick tool like an ebony missile being stroked to completion. After ten minutes or so of waiting and wondering, Sir returned and, without a word, placed my wrists behind my back in the handcuffs once more, and led me through the rooms of His house. All I saw was the blackness of the blindfold. When He stopped me, He took it off me, and I was astounded at what I saw before me. Sir was breathtaking, a vision of Manliness in black leather. He wore a supple leather biker cop jacket over a black leather shirt and tie with the diagonal strap running across His tie down to His left hip, and tight leather trousers, the bottoms of which tucked into shiny biker cop boots. He wore the eight-pointed leather cover with the silver eagle on the front over black cop sunglasses. He also wore black leather driving gloves and a wide black leather belt, and His silver 00-gauge nose ring that made Him look so much like a snorting bull. But it was what was behind Sir that made my breath catch in my throat. He stood before a leather sling hung by chains from His ceiling.

First, let me say that I am a shorter, blond-haired, blue-eyed white guy in my mid-thirties, but still young-looking, and a total submissive bottom. I have always liked the Ultra-Masculine: muscles, facial and chest hair, leather, cowboy gear, boots, gloves, cops, firemen, and military, but especially bikers; that look of a big strong man in his leathers with a powerful chopper between his legs is like an aphrodisiac, and a biker man revving his engine, so loud it hurts, is like a mating call to me. I have always liked white guys, but I joined the Navy a few years back, and during a stint in Iraq, I started fantasizing about Black men, which was a new experience for me. Now I drove to Las Vegas to meet a big Black Kinky Biker Stud, and as soon as I arrived He clapped me in handcuffs, ripped my clothes off me, and deposited me on His bed for His use. So far He rimmed me real good, taught me to deep-throat His masterful cock, nearly choking me in the process, fucked me with His huge cock in every position imaginable, and taught me the joys of bathing in and drinking His piss as a method of worshipping Him.

"You like what you see boy?" Sir asked in His deep, deep voice.

"Yes Sir," I said, letting my awe come out in my words, "You look like my ultimate fantasy Man!"

Sir smiled sardonically with one side of His mouth. "Thank you, but I meant about the sling, boy," He growled. "Have you been in one before?"

"No Sir," I answered, "but I've always wanted to try it."

"Well now you'll get your chance." Sir circled around behind me and let me out of the handcuffs, then picked me up as though I were light as a feather and placed me in the sling. Granted, I did not know much about slings, but my head was at the lower end and my knees at the higher end. I suspected He placed me in upside down and said so. "There's a reason for that, boy! You wanna be of service to your Sir?" He placed His hand over the prodigious mound of the crotch of His tight leather pants suggestively. Quick as a flash He had the buttons open and His thick dark meat sprung forth.

"Yes Sir! Anything You like, Sir!" I said eagerly.

"Good boy!" He grabbed me under my armpits and pulled me down until my head lolled off the leathern edge, which placed His cockhead conveniently close to my mouth. I reached back over my shoulder and grabbed onto that Man-flesh, thicker and darker than any bratwurst, and guided it to my mouth. Rolling the foreskin back with my hand, I hooked Sir's Prince Albert ring with my tongue and pulled His mocha-colored cockhead into my moist waiting mouth. I savored the taste of Him; it had already been too long since I had sampled His masterful cock and I was, as always, a horny little bitch in heat for this cock. I ran my tongue all around that knob of flesh and under His foreskin, then sucked more of Him into my mouth. I had previously found that this was the only way to get His whole cock into me orally, lying with my head leaned way back to allow Him access to my throat, and I was only too happy to provide such service. Sir moaned in enjoyment, music to my ears, as I sucked harder and pulled Him deeper toward my throat. From this vantage point I could smell the heady scent of His leathers, the slightly sweet, slightly acrid sweat and funk mixture of His crotch, and taste a pearly drop of precum which promised He was just getting warmed up. How well I knew He would be producing tablespoon upon tablespoon, or maybe cup after cup, more semen for my enjoyment as part of our night's entertainment. I held the base of His cock in my left hand while I sucked my way down to where my fingers were, massaging Sir's ebon shaft with the silky smooth muscles of my throat before pulling back for a deep breath of crotch-and-leather-scented air. Then I plunged again into the fray, not complete unless I could be the sheath of my Man's powerful fuck-weapon. On the next foray, I removed my hand from His shaft, now ready to swallow it all. Nose to His balls, I felt Him as He approached my stomach, His tool plumping out and gaining rigidity. He responded with more moans of pleasure as He rubbed my chest affectionately and His hips began to move in that age-old, instinctual motion of the mating dance, one that I knew He knew well. Heedless of my desires, He pushed harder and faster, fucking my throat to communicate His need. I knew He would grant me air when He thought it important, and if not, at least I would die happy and fulfilled with my Man inside me. After a few thrusts this way, His cockhead popped out of my throat into my mouth, and I drank the air like a man starved. Then I swallowed Him down again, also like a man starved--starved for cock!

How long I sucked and Sir fucked like this I don't know. As He gained momentum in His thrusts, His hand on my chest worked in sync, and the sling rocked back and forth, making my job easier as I kept my throat open and He slid in and out of that waiting orifice like it was His own personal fuck tunnel, which it was: pale cheeks, pink lips, and a red esophagus for His immense mahogany sausage, a sausage that tasted oh-so-good. Finally Sir's breathing became shallow and labored, He stooped over me, and shot in my mouth, and as His cock sprang out of alignment with the hole I offered, He splattered me all down my chin, my chest, all the way down to my own erect penis. He coated my torso in His jizz, then re-aligned His cock with my mouth and slid down my throat on the next pendulous shift of the sling. Home in my throat once more, He rocked and roared, and my lips massaged His shaft to make Him give up the rest of His load to my waiting stomach.

Spent and pulling out, Sir stooped over me to offer me an upside-down kiss, grinding His hot salty fluid on my chin into His moustache. I savored His kiss, as I had savored His cock and then His cum. As our tongues wrestled, we shared His essence between us. Finally the kiss broke and He helped me out of the sling. Kneeling before me, He liberally licked a swipe of His seed from my belly and kissed me again, depositing this load in my mouth. Again I marveled at the sweetness and saltiness of His life-giving fluid.

I cleaned myself up and licked the sperm from Sir's moustache and beard as He patiently waited, careful not to waste any of Sir's juice, and Sir set me back in the sling, this time the right way, and locked my wrists and ankles into leather restraint cuffs on the chains. Once again He pulled out the blindfold and covered my eyes. In pitch blackness my other senses became razor-sharp, waiting for what might happen. With my legs raised thus, I could feel the room's cool air against my sphincter, and suspected a good hard fuck must be next. But Sir suprised me by pulling a stool up before my exposed rock-hard cock where He could sit in relative comfort and take me into His mouth. His tongue rubbing at my piss slit told me this was going to be a better-than-average blowjob, and His strength, communicated in the powerful suction He generated, confirmed this. As it turned out, Sir was as talented and dedicated a Cocksucker as I had ever known, and He soon had me rocking in ecstacy. But each time I approached orgasm He backed off and slowed down, and my blood cooled again. He was determined not to allow me to cum too soon! He lubed up His fingers, first one at a time and then together, with His saliva and inserted them into my waiting hole as He sucked me, adding the feelings of sphincter-stretching and prostate massage to what He was doing with His mouth. With my hands and feet bound up, there was nothing I could do to slow or stop Him had I wanted to, a helplessness that only intensified my sensations to the point where I thought I might go mad. By the time He finished sucking me, I was hot and eager. But He wasn't done yet.

Suddenly an intense pressure at my asshole and the cool gel of lube told me either I was getting fucked or some toy was being inserted. I soon realized it was the latter. With the cool feel of rubber, it was not my Man, besides which it was the wrong shape. The object was vaguely conelike with a narrow neck, and I recognized I now held a buttplug in my rectum. I have never really been into toys, preferring the real thing, so this struck me as odd. I would much rather have my Sir inside me if I must have something inside me at all, but I recognized He had just reached orgasm and was otherwise occupied, and in any case could not be inside me all the time, much as I might wish Him to be. Something else was placed on my penis, apparently with straps of some sort, and a tingling shock resonated through my penis and lower torso region. I bucked and shied, but, bound as I was, there was nothing I could do.

"You like that, boy?" Sir growled.

"Did You just shock me Sir?" I asked.

"That's right boy, just a little electo-stimulation. Let's try it again." Again came the tingling shock, intense and sharp, causing my crotch to jump and spasm. Not completely unpleasant, it was a foreign feeling, stimulating but maddening in my helpless state. "Please Sir, please have mercy," I cried.

"Now boy, is that anyway to respond to your Sir expanding your sexual horizons?" Sir reproved me mildly. He chuckled. Again and again the shocks rocked my lower abdomen, taking me to the brink of ecstacy and despair, as Sir played with the buttplug to keep my tight little fuckhole loosened up, confounded with sensations, and in the game. I realized He was not going to stop or release me, so I gave myself over to the sensation, and I became lost in a sightless world of penile and anal violation and sensation. My penis jumped and danced erratically, while my ass stretched and contracted as Sir pushed and turned the buttplug within me.

"That was fun," Sir said as the sensations stopped and the buttplug was removed. "Now let's try something else."

"Yes Sir," I said meekly, having learned my place in questioning Sir's Will.

Once more His leather-gloved fingers, coated in lube, entered me, sliding all the way around my hole, and then I felt the distending pain of His powerful cock, and I cried out. Despite my cries, Sir pushed past my sphincter until about half of His massive fuck-tool resided once more in my rectum. "Yeah boy, open them legs and take Daddy's big black dong; I'm gonna fuck you silly!" With that, He began pumping mercilessly, and hanging by the four chains from the ceiling as I was, and connected to His phallus in this way, I swung back and forth on His cock, clearly providing Him pleasure, as He drove deeper into me with each thrust/swing. I had loved this fuck-tool to distraction the last two days or so, but I still needed a moment or two to get used to its entry, a moment He was not giving me. I cried out and moaned and begged, but Sir was relentless in His hardcore fucking of me. After a brief moment I felt the leather lip of His fly and the fronts of His leather pants against my exposed butt cheeks, and knew from deep experience of Him that He was now all the way in me at the apex of each thrust. Still He railed me harder and harder, and drilled me as deeply as I had ever known, as I cried out for mercy. "This is what happens when you question My Wisdom boy!!" He shouted. I was terrified, but blindfolded and bound, I had no other recourse but to take the punishment He doled out.

" I wanna hear you say 'Yes Sir!'" He shouted.

"Yes Sir!" I shouted back, terrified.

"I wanna hear you say 'Thank You Sir!'" He shouted.

"Thank You Sir!" I shouted back, terrified.

"I wanna hear you say 'Please Sir, fuck me harder!'" He shouted.

I was terrified, and I didn't think it was possible for Him to fuck me any harder, but even so I yelled, "Please Sir, fuck me harder!"

Just then, I could tell by the way Sir faltered for a fraction of a second, and the way His breath came ragged, and the way He rocked, that He was cumming inside me. But He recovered and growled like a Bear, and thrust harder than ever so that I thought my pelvis must shatter into a million tiny pieces before His onslaught, and still He kept cumming. His orgasm passed and still He kept going. I thought of all the fucking we had done the last couple days, how He was inexhaustible, and how when He dumped His load and kept going I had thought of Him as my Juggernaut, my Hero, my Sir, my Man, and a warm feeling filled me. Earlier this evening, when spending time with Him out in town, calling Him Ty, I had wondered if I was in love. Little did I know the punishment He was going to unleash on me here and now, but still that flush remained. I realized I did not hurt down below anymore; His frantic, powerful thrusting had massaged away the pain and the warm feeling in my rectum was Him, doing what He did best, powerfully taking me and making me His little bitch cunt. I could hardly fault Him for that. He was starting to feel amazing inside me, and once again I did not want Him to stop. I never wanted Him to stop. I wanted this connection to go on and on and on. Without warning the blindfold was snatched from my eyes, and I beheld Him in all His glory, standing over me and pounding me, making me swing like a pendulum on His massive cock sheerly by the power of His fucking. My breath siezed in my throat, and I felt the sensation welling up in my cock again. He had once more turned on the electrodes. Looking up into His intense eyes, I came all over my belly, and Ty, my Sir, rocked and labored as He came for a third time tonight, grinding into my ass as He leaned down to share a kiss with me. This was the most intense, most amazing orgasm of my life, and it went on and on as He ground His powerful cock into me and we came together and He kissed me passionately.

Exhausted at last, Sir pulled out and looked down at me with a stern expression that gradually grew sheepish. "Sorry if I scared you. I just wanted to make it an intense session for your enjoyment."

I didn't know what to think. A moment before I had been caught up in the most supreme orgasmic bliss with my Sir reaching orgasm inside me twice in rapid succession, and a moment before that, I had been in pain and afraid of that same Man. Did I love Him? Did I fear Him? Was it true that pain and pleasure were intermixed? Was it possible to know one without the other?

I mumbled something to the effect that it was alright. Sir helped me out of the sling, rubbing my stiff muscles where I had some trouble moving them again. As usual, I took possession of His spent condom, which looked like one of the long balloons clowns used to make balloon animals, deflated and half-full of a thick near-white translucent liquid. I raised it to my lips and drank down Sir's love juice like a man starved or dehydrated, and when I finished drinking the protein shake, rolled the rubber inside out to lick the inside clean and get to the dregs.

We retired to bed, and I curled up in Ty's gentle embrace, still confused about what He meant to me, and what He should mean to me. Would we ever be more than sex partners? Could He be my Sir and my love at the same time? Could I ever hope to be in a relationship with Him if I was always subordinate to Him, or did I event want to after tonight's frightening session of domination?

To be continued . . . This story was a fictional account based on a fantasy. Please let me know what you think. submarineboy2005@yahoo.com