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Chastain's First
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Subject: a repost from chastain
My first
I had been going out with Geoff only for a few months when he
began what was later to be revealed as his program for me. I, of
course, had no idea what was happening at the time. The fist thing I
remember was that he demanded I keep my hands by my sides when
we...when he had his way with me. I think he knew I could never do
this voluntarily. It was too difficult to keep my hands away from his
smooth hairless body, and so at first he held me down. When I
sturggled to much against him, he took his leather belt and fastened
it around my wirsts (I'd never noticed before that he had a hole in
his belt that would make it that small).
When I was lying, naked on my back, my hands fastened behind
my back, he stood up to look at me.
"Are you afraid?" he asked, with a slight laugh in his voice.
"Uh-huh" I answered.
He placed his hand on my thigh and moved it slowly, gently
upward, and then he took my balls into his fist and slowly began to
squeeze them. At first, I moaned at the paint that began to spread
from my crotch to the rest of my body, but Geoff squeezed harder at
every sound I made, and so I was quiet.
"You have just made you first mistake," he said "From now on,
when you answer me you will either say 'Yes, Geoff' or 'No Geoff'. Do
you understand?"
"Yes, Geoff," I half-gasped as he released my balls and began
slowly stroking my cock with his hand. He leaned down and licked the
shaft to moisten it, and continued slowly and steadily stroking it
until I was on the verge of coming.
"Not yet," he said and stopped stroking me. He turned away
from where I was lying on the bed, and openedthe closted to look for
something. While his back was turned, I admired his muscular legs and
ass that had first attracted me to him (We met in the showers, at the
YMCA pool). He was a cyclist, and shaved his legs regularly, which
only accentuated the long muscles he'd developed through years of
training. The only hair on his body was the jet black hair on his
head, and his pubic hair.
Geoff turned, and saw me looking at him, and smiled. He had in
his hand a black silk scarf. Without a word he climbed on the bead an
straddled me, folding the scarf on my chest and then placed it over my
eyes, tying a knot at the back of my head.
"Now," he said "You will have only your mouth, your cock and
you ass with which to please me".
With that he moved up toward my face, coaxing my lips open
with the tip of his cock. Instinctively, my tongue came up to lick the
opening of his cock. I could already taste his precum, when I plunged
the rest of the way into my mouth.
"Lick me," he said "slowly. Now," and cupped his hands at the
back of my head.
I began moving my tongue back and forth, up and down the
length of his shaft, when I felt a sharp slap to my face.
"To fast," Geoff said "You will keep it up until you suck to
satisfy me."
I began again, slower this time, and in time with the his
rhythmic thrusting in and out of my mouth. Each time I faltered, I
would fee la sharp slap to my face, and Geoff commanding "Slower". I
yearned to see him, to see in his face evidence of the pleasure I was
giving him, but I could only feel his the movment of his thighs
against my face, the stinging of my cheek, and I could hear his steady
breathing above me.
His breathing quickened, and so did his thursting. It was a
moment later I heard him moan, and felt him shudder, and then a hot
blast of come against the back of my throat. I had gone down on Geoff
before, but always moved away before he came. Now I could do nothing
but lie there and wait for his next move. He kept his still-hard cock
in my mouth until he was empty.
"Now, swallow it," he said, and I did, for the first time. He
pulle dout of my mouth slowly, and I dragged my tongue along the
bottom of his shaft as he did, hoping to milk his cock of just a
little more of his salty cum.
I felt him moving again, and then the lowering of his
asscheeks over my face, enveloping me so that his asshole was less
than an inch away from my face.
"Lick" he said, and lowered the rest of the way down to my
face. Again I extended my tongue to him as he moved back and forth
across my face. At first I was shocked, but turned on by the
closeness and the odor. Besides, I was in no position to deny Geoff's
wishes.
As I licked him back and forth, he reached back adn took my
forgotten cock in his hand. It too, seemed to rise up to meet him, and
he began stroking my cock in time to his own rhythm, again almost to
my exploding point. After a few more minutes he rose from my face, and
I could feel him slowly lowering himself on my completely erect cock.
As he slowly moved up and down, I thrusted my hips up to meet him. The
whole time, he was silent, until I could contain myself no more and
exploded inside of him. Only then did I hear him cry out, as he
collapsed on top of me. I could feel the quicked beat of his hear
through his chest, and his warm breath against my skin. He arose
quickly and removed the blindfold from my eyes.
"I never said you could come," he said, and looked at me
grimly. He leaned over and removed the belt from my wrists, and stood
over the bed looking at me. Without a word, he turned and walked over
to a chair in the coner and sat down.
"Get over here," he said. I rose from the bed and started
across the room, but he stopped me with another command. "Crawl", he
said. I hesistated, suddenly feeling my skin respond to the cold in
the room and realizing I was completely naked. "You are only making it
worse for yourself by waiting," he said. Slowly I sank to the floor,
and crawled on me elbows and knees over to the chair where Geoff was
sitting, until he told me to stop, just before him.
"Don't look at me," he barked just as I started,
instinctively, to raise my head and look at him. "You have lost that
priviledge for the time being," he continued, "I want you to lie there
on the floor, and start licking my feet."
For a moment I hesitated, and felt the sharp sting of the
leather belt against my back. "Now," Geoff ordered, with another slap
of the belt. I stretched out on the floor, and took his foot in my
hand. First a ran my tongue up and down the instep, until I closed my
lips and began to slather his whole foot with saliva.
I felt another sting form the leather belt, and then another.
"This is for being disobedient, and coming before I said you could
come." Geoff said and continued the beating. I remained there on the
floor for what seemed like an hour, worshiping his feet and feeling
welts rising on my back from the sting of his belt, until the beating
stopped, and Geoff leaned down and brought my face up to his.
He looked at me for a moment without saying anything, and then
he smiled. He brought his lips to mine, and gently opened my lips to
him again with his tongue. I jumped at first, when his hand brushed
against one of the bruised on my back, but he laughed, and continued
kissing me.
Slowly, he closed his armes around me, and rose up from the
chair, lifting me up as he did. In his arms, he carried me to the bed
and laid me down. Then he climbed in beside me, against my back, adn
put his arms around me. We slept together like this until morning.
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