Continues from The Temple (II)
I went and sat down and poured myself a much needed glass of wine while Silvie and Madame got on with the business of attaching Leandros to the large wooden frame that stood behind the alter.
The night had been long and I had lost all track of time but I sensed a cooler refreshing breeze coming in from the sea.
It would be dawn soon.
My heart was racing and I felt a little lightheaded. I confess I was surprised at my own cruelty and how much I had enjoyed tormenting him with the cattle prod. There were, obviously, some twinges of guilt. After all I was a good girl with a nice middle class upbringing, wasn’t I? So, what on earth had led me to this?
But he wanted it, didn’t he? I knew that when his release came it would be like no other orgasm. And that was what it was all about – that astonishing release of indescribable ecstasy that only pleasure-pain can lead to.
And I hoped it would be as mind-blowing for him as the orgasms I’d had at the hands of Madame and Silvie had been for me.
Do the gates of hell also lead to heaven?
It would appear that, for some of us, the gates to torment and bliss are indeed one and the same.
The boy was now spread-eagled on the frame – his arms and legs stretched at full length by ropes tied to each corner.
I got up and went over to him. “Now as a special reward we have tied you to the frame and we are going to whip you. This is not punishment, just for pleasure. But remember. Silence! No screaming, begging or moaning! I don’t like it. OK?”
A heavy stand with two poles was placed underneath him. One pole reached up to his genitals and had a shutter with a hole which closed around his cock and balls and held them tightly in place. The other one had a dildo on the end which went up into his ass.
Any attempt at movement, even if were possible, would be quite painful.
Unless, of course, he liked it.
The sight of him like that aroused me incredibly. His splendid trapped cock hypnotized me. It looked like it had been framed. Like a work of art. It also gave it the illusion of having been separated from its owner.
The effect made it seem grander, more beautiful, infinitely more desirable…
I was actually trembling with anticipation and my heart was beating in double time. If this continued for much longer I thought I would explode.
Madame started whipping him. She relentlessly cracked the whip either at his trapped cock or over his chest. Meanwhile Silvie took powerful blows at his back and ass.
It really was a cruel game but he writhed, as much as he could, oh so elegantly.
Even in torment he had grace.
And what beauty the whip brings out.
Madame and Silvie’s blows were choreographed to keep in constant pain. It was a whipping blitzkrieg of tiny explosions detonating on every part of his naked body. And blindfolded he would have no idea where they would fall next.
It was time.
I went over to Madame and asked for her whip. She gave it to me and I lightly lashed at his massive extended cock. His torso glistened with sweat and his whole body shone in the temple floodlights. He could probably be seen from the sea. A living beacon of naked male beauty – a modern Ulysses – entrapped by sirens and lost to eternal torment.
I looked up. He was our offering to all the goddesses of the sea and the night, and to Gaia, the mother Goddess, creator of everything.
I didn’t want his submission now. I wanted his proud cock. It had remained erect throughout – a symbol of his potency and resilience. I wanted him to rage and fight the pain now, to use it and to triumph over it.
I leaned in and whispered to him, “Defy me. Defy me so you can be whipped harder. You are a wolf and I’ll make you howl. You are a lion and I’ll make you roar. I want a powerful man-beast and for my pleasure I will ride your pain and fury and danger.”
I nodded to Madame and Silvie and they whipped him until he couldn’t help but scream and beg and I saw the beast in him rise. I saw the savage fury and the fire and I adored it. His muscles flexed hard and tort and his body writhed so beautifully as he pulled vainly at the ropes. His long cock swung frantically as if in search of succor and he held me spellbound.
I raised my hand and the whipping stopped. He was breathless and moaning. His wet body glistened dripping with sweat. I ran my fingers down his chest and belly to his inflamed cock.
I freed him from the device which had entrapped it and softly stroked the shaft of his cock. It was hard like iron. Fiery red it burnt for me. A hammer forged for my desire and my pleasure. It was ready for me now. I knelt and put my mouth to it, sucking softly at it and flicking my tongue lightly over the hot tip.
Silvie whipped his back and I felt his cock strengthen over my tongue. He was moaning and I licked it gently giving him succor and savoring its sweetness.
I stood up.
I sheathed it quickly and slipped it inside me.
It rose within me like a horse rearing up. And oh how I wanted it to gallop. I squeezed and yelled, “The whip!”
Silvie resumed whipping his ass and back. I looked at her and begged, “Whip him like you fuck me. Fuck me through him. Use the whip. Hard! Please…”
I felt the blows pounding him and, consumed in pain and lust, he pursued the only escape he could find from the torment and pumped his ravenous cock ever deeper inside me. His only sanctuary lay within my pussy and he would crave the heavenly release it offered him.
Oh yes this is the way a man should be fucked – with the whip at his back.
Only he wasn’t a man anymore, he was a roaring bucking bull and I held him tight and I rode him fast – his fury and his desire and his cock would surely launch us to the heavens. “Whip him!” I shouted, “Harder… Harder!”
My fingers dug into his hard muscles and I pressed and clawed at his flesh. “HARDER!
Behind me Madame started to whip my ass and I cried out, “Yes! Fuck, yes! Whip me! Oh God yes…please! Fuck me, whip me, fuck me…”
I put my arms around his neck and beyond reason and control we bucked and tossed and writhed and I held him tightly and we were consumed in unbearable ecstasy and I looked up and through the roof’s round opening I saw the starry-eyed night laughing and beckoning us to its loving embrace and propelled by the whipfire and his beating cock we raised the pounding crashing waves and rode the lightning storm of agonizing ecstasy
and I stretched…
for the long cool night…
the order of the stars…
… and the mother of all creation.
Thanks to Blacksmith for the use of his art. His tumblr page is here
Continues 18. Silvie