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Obsidian Initiate By Sticky Fingers stickey.fingers@ymail.com
Salt. The juices in my mouth began to flow in response to the unexpected flavor as my tongue slid across my chapped lips. A world of darkness swallowed my sight and a thunderous roar seemed to crash back and forth within my skull.
Drunk with sleep I tried to roll over and felt something resist my efforts. Not only were my arms and legs immobile, I couldn't speak, and the only thing holding me aloft seemed to be some sort of rounded pillar just below the small of my back.
My head hung back with no support. A heat burned through me and a sudden breeze cooled the fresh sheen of nervous sweat that erupted from my pours. I wasn't exactly uncomfortable, but a wave of goose bumps swept across my flesh as though someone were painting a mosaic of terror.
I didn't know which was worse. Not being able to see, or not being able to see and knowing it wasn't the result of a blindfold. There was nothing covering my eyes, but the complete absence of light had my mind creating wild beasts poised to tear me limb from limb.
My sleep-hazed mind went from neutral to hyper-alert in a matter of seconds as I struggled against whatever bound my wrists and ankles. The last thing I could remember was being at a pledge party with my potential future frat brothers. One moment I was drinking a beer and stealing glances at a perfectly round ass encased in denim, and the next, I was here.
A flash of white drew my attention and I lifted my head up in hopes of discovering the source. The light was weak and distant, but I clung to the hope it gave me, and the thoughts that this might be some kind of initiation into the fraternity. Another burst of light provided a glimpse into to my surroundings. A constant roar of ocean waves crashing against the shore filled my ears as a storm traveled along the horizon. I was on the beach and completely nude.
The passing storm taunted me with brief opportunities to view the world around me. My arms and legs were spread wide and held in mid-air like a sinister hammock of flesh and worn leather. I was on my back, yet held aloft with each of my limbs tethered to thick shafts climbing from the rock and sand below. I couldn't tell if they were monoliths of stone or wood, but the damp sea air made them shimmer like polished obsidian in reply to the torrent of lightning in the passing tempest.
I had almost regained my composure when another flash revealed several silhouettes that appeared to be cloaked figures of death. I couldn't see for certain how many there were, but I could tell that at least six stood around me in a circle just beyond reach.
Even though I could no longer see them, I knew they were there and I struggled against my restraints and screamed into the night. I wanted to call out for help but I couldn't seem to form the words. The almost non-existent slack in my bindings did little more than build my frustration and heighten my terror. As the storm passed beyond the horizon, I could feel the tension building in my chest and worse, my cock...it was swelling.
My mind and body wanted to run screaming into the night and hide in some safe place, and yet, my cock began to pulse with life as if to draw even more attention to itself.
"Be at ease, Kristof." A chorus of voices hissed reassurance into my mind as well as my ears.
The darkness was playing with my mind, or at least I hoped. The wind caressed my body like feathery fingers as the acrid scent of the icy sea drifted past my nose. A strange peace filled me, and I was no longer able to hang onto the panic that, only moments before, threatened to consume me.
If I was drugged, as I suspected, I wanted this feeling to last forever. A warmth grew within my chest and radiated outward like the ripples in a pond. With this renewed heat my nervous chills rode each wave into oblivion.
My rigid cock now lay flat against my abdomen with the head burrowing into my naval. Each pulse and tap of its length against my skin made me twitch with dread and anticipation.
The pitch black of a moonless night hid my captors but I knew they were still there. My mind twisted each subtle kiss of the wind against my skin into claws ripping through flesh in search of pieces of meat that should not see the light. A cooling pool of my cock's drool drew my attention away from my imagined horrors and I yearned for the lash of a whip or the delicate flutter of tongues against my flesh. Something... anything... was better than the near weightless suspension and sensory deprivation I now endured.
Suddenly a sharp edge leisurely trailed along my left hip. Whether it was a razor blade or fingernail I didn't know, but I welcomed and relished the exquisite sensation. My body lurched toward the intruder as a muted groan escaped my throat. At that moment I knew I desired whatever they had to give me.
The bizarre mix of voices spoke once more. "Do you accept this gift?"
"Yes." My mind struggled with the word but shear desperation forced it from my lips.
The same sharp tantalizing sensation seemed to be everywhere at once. Deadly claws, razors' edge, or the well kept nails of many men now traversed my body like a well known landscape. Every inch of my flesh was jealous of the other and was just as quickly soothed by the constant traveling tactile delight. No crack or crevice was left unexplored save for my drooling and twitching cock. Guttural moans and growls of some strange animal filled my ears as I writhed against the sensuous torture. I was nearly insane with pleasure when I realized the primal sounds were my own.
When I thought I could stand no more, wet velvet assailants took me to the next level of my insanity. Too many tongues to count traveled the length of my body in a procession of delicate bliss. Occasional gentle nibbles and the erratic graze of fang or tooth left my mind to languish somewhere between heaven and hell. My captors neglected my aching cock in their exploration of my body and my heart thundered in my ears like a native's drum.
I was beyond what I thought a body could ever possibly endure when warm wet silk enveloped my cock. Screams filled my mind and every muscle in my body tensed. My eruption into the unknown delicious agony was instant. My cum seemed to draw from a deeper place within me than I knew existed and was milked from my cock in heavy draughts that matched every spastic pulse.
Endless moments passed as my mind and body reeled. Some time later as my muscles relaxed I felt my weight rest against the smooth rounded pillar below the small of my back. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath and recover from the most intense orgasm of my life.
My mind was hazy but I remember thinking, 'You can untie me now'. I was mistaken. This was far from over.
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