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chairs being
moved, a brush of dreadlocks against my chest, dragging lower, blanketing my
tortured flesh.
A voice like an angel,
child-like, trilled in my ear, assuring me though the words made no sense.
Hot chill and icy heat spilled
over my belly, inching closer, the smell of liquid wax assaulting my nostrils.
I opened my mouth to breath and gagged, the taste of copper vicious and
unexpected. Bucking against the restraints, twisting, moaning, my body yearned
to give in to fear.
They say you always remember the
first time. Your first kiss… Your first love…
The first time you face down a
bully.
He returned from a teacher
conference, face set in hard lines, my mother’s voice anxious.
Acting out. Anger issues. Where
did he get that from? He’s a good boy, they have the wrong one…
I loved her for that, the
blindness. She’d earned it the same way I had.
I knew it was coming. Small for
my age, weak, all I could do was endure and pray someday I’d become the man who
would stand up and say no.
That wasn’t the day.
You’re bleeding, he’d said. Flat,
unemotional.
Keeping my back to him, I
wallowed in the harsh stinging on my thighs and buttocks, the trickle of blood
a new feeling, distracting. And unnerving.
I didn’t hear him leave but he
returned with a washcloth and gently dabbed at the slices and welts, hand on my
hip to steady himself, steady me.
Eyes scrunched shut, I’d yet to
succumb to the tears. Then he ordered me to turn around and I dared a stare
filled with hate, fists clenched and ready.
His eyes shone with… pride.
He told me to take care of myself.
And left me alone. He never used the belt again.
I was a man now. Only fists would
do.
Drifting back into consciousness, I became only
dimly aware of the long pulls, the wet heat enveloping my cock. I reached for
her fine silky hair, wanting to crush the waves between my fingers. To hold her
head steady while I pummeled her mouth.
Cold steel bit into my temple and I arched back into
the cushion, the taste of iron thick on my tongue. Lip throbbing, swelling
where I’d bitten down… in ecstasy or pain I hadn’t a clue.
Gripping the arms of the lounger, I willed my
muscles rigid, riding the storm, wave after wave as she sucked me dry and left
me quivering.
And then her weight lifted and heat settled on skin
sheltered under her sweet cunt. I hissed for breath through clenched teeth,
neck aching from bracing against the unyielding plastic. The screen door
snicked open and closed.
The muzzle rested a moment longer, making a point.
Then Ivan slipped it into the holster and set it on the ground.
Looming over me, he said with a small smile, “That’s
your retainer,” and left me to ponder what had just happened.
****
I walked aimlessly for an hour, perhaps more. When
my stomach rumbled, I found a Jewish deli and settled into a booth with a
Rueben and a side of slaw and dill pickles. They had sweet tea, and I smiled at
the anomaly and the mixing of cultures.
Mercifully, Ivan had accorded me enough privacy to
dress and gather my wits. I was going to make my escape through the rear gate
but the mountain beckoned from the screen door. Too tapped out to consider
other options, I nodded and followed him inside to the small living area where
I’d first fallen in lust with my Ukrainian angel.
He handed me a large brown envelop. Glancing through
I saw some photos and sheets of paper with careful block handwriting. I
wondered who was hiring me and for what. Ivan didn’t seem predisposed to fill
me in on pertinent details.
If I thought Sasha would make an appearance, I was
wrong... and vaguely relieved. At some level I was embarrassed and ashamed, not
so much for her pleasuring me out in the open, with Ivan the mountain in
attendance, but more for how she’d kick started a memory dump. One set I’d
worked very hard to bury, the other one something I’d been digging for over the
last sixteen years. That I couldn’t
moved, a brush of dreadlocks against my chest, dragging lower, blanketing my
tortured flesh.
A voice like an angel,
child-like, trilled in my ear, assuring me though the words made no sense.
Hot chill and icy heat spilled
over my belly, inching closer, the smell of liquid wax assaulting my nostrils.
I opened my mouth to breath and gagged, the taste of copper vicious and
unexpected. Bucking against the restraints, twisting, moaning, my body yearned
to give in to fear.
They say you always remember the
first time. Your first kiss… Your first love…
The first time you face down a
bully.
He returned from a teacher
conference, face set in hard lines, my mother’s voice anxious.
Acting out. Anger issues. Where
did he get that from? He’s a good boy, they have the wrong one…
I loved her for that, the
blindness. She’d earned it the same way I had.
I knew it was coming. Small for
my age, weak, all I could do was endure and pray someday I’d become the man who
would stand up and say no.
That wasn’t the day.
You’re bleeding, he’d said. Flat,
unemotional.
Keeping my back to him, I
wallowed in the harsh stinging on my thighs and buttocks, the trickle of blood
a new feeling, distracting. And unnerving.
I didn’t hear him leave but he
returned with a washcloth and gently dabbed at the slices and welts, hand on my
hip to steady himself, steady me.
Eyes scrunched shut, I’d yet to
succumb to the tears. Then he ordered me to turn around and I dared a stare
filled with hate, fists clenched and ready.
His eyes shone with… pride.
He told me to take care of myself.
And left me alone. He never used the belt again.
I was a man now. Only fists would
do.
Drifting back into consciousness, I became only
dimly aware of the long pulls, the wet heat enveloping my cock. I reached for
her fine silky hair, wanting to crush the waves between my fingers. To hold her
head steady while I pummeled her mouth.
Cold steel bit into my temple and I arched back into
the cushion, the taste of iron thick on my tongue. Lip throbbing, swelling
where I’d bitten down… in ecstasy or pain I hadn’t a clue.
Gripping the arms of the lounger, I willed my
muscles rigid, riding the storm, wave after wave as she sucked me dry and left
me quivering.
And then her weight lifted and heat settled on skin
sheltered under her sweet cunt. I hissed for breath through clenched teeth,
neck aching from bracing against the unyielding plastic. The screen door
snicked open and closed.
The muzzle rested a moment longer, making a point.
Then Ivan slipped it into the holster and set it on the ground.
Looming over me, he said with a small smile, “That’s
your retainer,” and left me to ponder what had just happened.
****
I walked aimlessly for an hour, perhaps more. When
my stomach rumbled, I found a Jewish deli and settled into a booth with a
Rueben and a side of slaw and dill pickles. They had sweet tea, and I smiled at
the anomaly and the mixing of cultures.
Mercifully, Ivan had accorded me enough privacy to
dress and gather my wits. I was going to make my escape through the rear gate
but the mountain beckoned from the screen door. Too tapped out to consider
other options, I nodded and followed him inside to the small living area where
I’d first fallen in lust with my Ukrainian angel.
He handed me a large brown envelop. Glancing through
I saw some photos and sheets of paper with careful block handwriting. I
wondered who was hiring me and for what. Ivan didn’t seem predisposed to fill
me in on pertinent details.
If I thought Sasha would make an appearance, I was
wrong... and vaguely relieved. At some level I was embarrassed and ashamed, not
so much for her pleasuring me out in the open, with Ivan the mountain in
attendance, but more for how she’d kick started a memory dump. One set I’d
worked very hard to bury, the other one something I’d been digging for over the
last sixteen years. That I couldn’t
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