This story is intended for adults who like the idea of gay sex. If this isn't you then you shouldn't be here reading it. If it's illegal for you to access this, or you think it's offensive, then you shouldn't be here either. It is fictional.
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It was bright, with the sun beaming down through the trees and onto the forest floor where I sat. The blades of grass were soft against my skin and I was enjoying the feeling of being naked out here in nature. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by the deepest of greens and a mixture of vibrant other colours. I was alone in a perfect peaceful harmony. There was a rustle behind me but I felt no fear as I turned to face the source. He was there - stood strongly; his posture powerful but, for some reason, it was unclear to me. My eyes narrowed but I couldn't make the image of him any clearer: I couldn't see anything over than a blurry outline but I knew it was him. I could tell that his mouth was moving but no words were coming out. Desperately, I strained to hear him, trying to understand what it was that he wanted. His lips were moving so quickly that I couldn't follow them. The light began to dim and the world around me started to feel heavy. I tried my best but the message coming from him was still unclear until two words rang out, splitting through everything: "Wake up!" Shock ran through my body and my eyes darted open. Gone was the forest, the flowers and even the light; I had returned to the now familiar darkness and the feel of the blindfold over my eyes. I heard nothing further - the headphones still in place over my eyes - and, in truth, I didn't know whether or not the voice crying out to me had even been real or whether my mind, thirsting for contact and communication, had just created it as it had the visions of the forest. It took me a few moments to realise that something had changed though. Before, my feet had been firmly on the floor, its cold chilling my body, but that was no longer the case. I felt something all along my back; it was softer than a floor would have been and not as cold but I couldn't tell what it was. The position of my restraints were slightly different too, although my wrists were still stretched out separately and above my head and my ankles were also separate. I wondered what had happened: how had I got into this position? Who had moved me? Was it just him or were there others who were helping him do this to me? What was coming? I waited. And waited. The more time that passed, the more I was convinced that there had been no voice telling me to wake and that it was purely an illusion created within my mind. It then came - the touch that my body was craving - and the warmth of another person radiated against my cheek. It was a hand, I knew that much, with its palm cupping my chin and jaw. What I thought were long fingers stretched up almost to the device covering my ear and the thumb was placed just a short distance from my lips. In the coldness stillness of the air around me, this touch was a most welcome treat and I felt myself push my face towards this hand. A shiver passed through my body as the thumb began to move. Lightly, it glided over my lower lip and I, quite involuntarily, opened my mouth. The thumb slowed down and then twice more passed over my lower lip alone. I knew I was moaning although, of course, I couldn't hear it and I knew the the blood in my body was rushing down to my cock. Despite not being able to see, I could tell that it was starting to thicken and I was becoming more and more aware of it on my body. Moving to the middle of my lower lip, the thumb stopped. It held its position there and were it not for the heat that it was giving my body, I may have even forgotten it was there. It began to push and I felt the thumb slide from my lips and into my open and waiting mouth. It glanced against my teeth and I immediately opened further and tried to cover them, ashamed that I'd not been ready to accept this offering into my mouth. My mind was flooded with a new sensation when it slid over my tongue and I tasted for the first time since being here. Now, you might think that a thumb doesn't really have much of a taste. In fact, you might even try it now with your own, sliding it into your mouth and onto your tongue, but to a body starved of the most basic of senses, let me tell you that my taste buds set alight the moment they touched that thumb. It was not a familiar taste. If I'm being complete honest, I'd struggle to explain to you exactly what it tasted like beyond just slightly salty and a little acidic but I know that I wanted it. I began to suck on it, closing my lips around it and pulling my cheeks in. I swirled my tongue around it, desperate to explore as much of it as I could. My cock was as hard as rock at this point and I could feel it jutting out and away from my naked body. It throbbed and I was so aware of it - feeling almost as if it and my mouth were the only parts of my body really alive at that moment. Suddenly, my body jerked as much as it could against the bindings that held me in place and my mouth fell open momentarily: cold liquid was poured out into my rock-hard, teen cock and the sensation caused me to both cry out and gasp. It had started at the head, the coolness of it first splashing over my slit and then dripping down into my shaft. A few droplets fell onto my body at the base and, for the first time, I was reminded of what had been done to me before: my pubes would have caught those if they had still been there. All the while, the hand did not leave my face and I tried to focus myself and return my attention to the thumb against my tongue. I began to suck again. A touch came against the head of my dick but it wasn't a warm one. It wasn't exactly cold either, certainly not like the metal had been before, and from what I could tell, it had a softer feel to it. I'd never thought I'd be able to discerned textures using the head of my cock but when that's all you have to go on, I guess it does become even more sensitive than usual. There was a force, a push, and then the sensation changed. The mushroom head of my dick was forced through into something - a tightness gripping all around me and it continued to move down my shaft. I moaned out, at least I think I did, and struggled between opening my mouth to let the sound loose and continue to keep it closed to suck the thumb that was still slowly moving against my tongue. The tightness continued to move downward, along every inch of my shaft, enveloping all of me in the process. It was still as close around the head as it had been at the start so, whatever it was, my cock wasn't coming out of the other side. It slowed, almost as if for the last two inches it had been deliberately drawn out as much as possible but, eventually, it was surround every bit of me and squeezing me so closely. Then it stopped: it just remained there with all of me inside of it and the thumb began to move more in my mouth. It slid up and down my tongue, almost playing with it like it was trying to wrestle against me. I wondered if I was smiling: I felt as though I aught to be but I just couldn't be sure whether I was or not. Then it was like something exploded. The contraption on my cock started to move up and down, steadily at first. Every nerve in my cock was firing off and waves of pleasure were emanating through my body from that one source. The thumb was withdrawn and the heat of the hand left my face. I missed it terribly but, in the moment, all that consumed my mind were the feelings coming from my dick. It felt as if it were on fire and the sensations only increased further as the device began to move faster and faster. My mind searched for a familiar experience to compare this to, something to help it make sense of what was happening to my body. But, regardless of where in my experience it searched, it couldn't find another as powerful as this. Every wank that I had had, for the years that it had been since I discovered that playing with my own cock was pleasurable, paled in comparison to this. Even those few times that I'd topped other lads, feeling my cock pushing into the warmth of their arses, were like nothing when compared to what was being done to my body right now. Abruptly, it stopped. The device was held in place halfway up my shaft. It had been surging up and down my cock at a powerful speed and, now, nothing. I cried out, one coming from the pain inside of me, desperate for it to continue. Futilely, I attempted to thrust my hips up, wondering if that was what I was supposed to do but the bindings were too strong and I was held completely still. I could still feel the tightness of it along the top of my shaft and the head of my cock but there was nothing I could do to drive it further. In my frustration, I threw my head back and groaned out. I was left like this. I have no idea for how long. It could have been 3 minutes...5... an hour... it may even have only been a few seconds but I honestly have no idea. All I know is that I was left, my body on the edge of the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced and unable to continue it yet unable to forget it with the feeling of the tightness still around the top half of my dick. And then it fired right back up. With a more powerful speed than before, the device was forced up and down my teen shaft. My head still back, moaning out constantly as my cock got harder and harder. I could feel my now smooth balls starting to tighten and pull up against my body. It was starting, I knew that, and I couldn't stop it now even if I wanted to. I gave what felt to my body like an almighty yell, screaming out in pleasure as my cock began to spasm inside the device, flooding it with my spunk. It was a huge load, possibly one of the biggest I'd ever shot, and by the time I was done, my balls were completely empty. I mean, they were so empty that they hurt. Slowly, the device was pulled from me and I went back to being alone. Or so I thought. As I was gasping for air, trying to recover from this most intense experience, I felt something being slipped around behind my head. It rested against the back and then came round to the front with straps both above and below my ears. Suddenly, something soft and wet was placed against my lips. It was warm but definitely artificial. There was movement and then nothing but the object did not move, not even when I tilted my head: it had been secured to me and was now covering my lips almost entirely with just a small gap at either side to allow me to breath. I had no idea what it was until I tasted the first drop that left it and landed on my tongue. This time, this was something that was familiar to me: my spunk. Whatever device had been used on my dick was now attached to my face, directly over my lips. I stuck out my tongue, feeling the crevices of it and it was then that I realised that it was a fleshlight - I could feel the curves of the fake arsehole and taste the spunk I'd shot up inside of it. A click and I could hear air in my ears again. There was a pause and then: "Eat up," a voice commanded. Again, it was distorted and unclear but something inside me knew that it was him. But that wasn't all he said. "It'll be the last time you cum for a while." Then that click again and all sound went away. The reality of what had happened hit me - he had done this to me because he was going to take away any chance I had of doing it again for however long he wanted. I tried to push the thought out of my mind for the moment and obeyed the command I had been given. After all, it wasn't the first time I'd eaten my spunk.I hope you liked this chapter. I'm really interesting in what people think to this story as it's something that's definitely outside of my expertise so I'd love to hear your thoughts.
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