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Chipmonk (mm)
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Subject: ChipMonk (M/M, magic)
Date: Tue, 18 Jul 1995 08:24:30 UTC
FROM: CHIPMONK Area # 203 (Fantasy (GSN)
TO: ALL MSG # 629, May-18-94 11:55am
SUBJECT: Loveitorleaveit II
Chip was blind and unable to move as much as a finger, but he could still hear
and feel things. The air was full of whispering voices promising a fantasy of
erotic pleasures, some Chip had done before, others that he had never dreamed
were possible! At the same time every inch of his body was being caressed by
hot warm air. His cock was throbbing, near to bursting so pent up was his
desire. He could feel the urge to cum build and build, getting oh so close to
release but not quite there. The metal plug up his arse was pulsing as well,
the pressure on his prostrate was maddening. He groaned in both desire and pain
as every fibre of his body begged for release. His groans turned to screams as
the pleasure turned to pain and when it seemed that his very heart would burst
the voices and caresses vanished and he felt himself falling.
Chip crashed into a cold stone floor, the touch of the stone against his
hypersensitive, hairless body was too much to bear and as his balls and dick
smashed against the floor his orgasm hit him. He writhed and squirmed,
squeezing his buttocks around the invading butt plug, gasping for air as
every muscle in his body spasmed in time to the pulse of the cum jetting
out of his blood red cock.
As Chip debased himself in his own seed he heard two men laughing; one was his
lord, the other was the voice of the magician. "It's funny how the travel spell
affects people", laughed the mage, " it always exposes them as what the really
are!". "Yes," agreed my lord, "my warrior-boy was chosen and instructed from
birth in the ways of pleasure and death, although pleasure seems to be his
deepest desire".
Once he had recovered his breath Chip crawled across the floor towards his
lord's feet and touched his mouth to them in acknowledgment of his duty and
station. Like a snail he left a trail of cum and sweat across the floor. Chip
was ignored by both of the men who towered over him and he mentally groaned
when he heard his lord refer to the magician as brother. Without knowing, he
had insulted a member of his lord's family and he knew that his punishment
would be harsh!
Without warning the metal butt plug began to grow, Chip gasped in surprise as
his arse was stretched wider and wider. His Lord's foot came down upon his
back, "so, Chip you insulted my brother, not a clever thing to do ... are you
willing to accept your punishment?". "Willingly master", Chip gasped as his
arse was filling and filling. With his lord's foot holding him down all he
could do was sweat, groan and wait for the devil's plug to stop growing.
Many times he screamed as his arse was stretched wider and wider, but the
quite murmuring of the magician continued and the plug kept growing.
Chip's entire body was bathed in sweat, for now the plug was larger than his
lord's fist; it had only been a moon ago when Chip had first surrendered his
arse to his lord in such a manner and the experience had both pained and
terrified him. Chip started to panic as the pain in his arse kept growing,
was this never to stop?
Seeing this his lord, pressed down with his foot and at the same time spoke in
a calming voice, instructing Chip to relax, concentrate his mind and entire
being on his arse and to surrender to his brother's will. Hearing the soft
tones of the man who had protected nurtured and owned him from the day he
came of age, Chip stopped panicking, his mind calmed and his arse gave in
to the invader. Chip centred his mind and focused on moving above and beyond
the pain. He stopped fighting it and began to absorb it into his being,
feeding his soul with his own agony. As his mind focused the plug stopped
growing, then with a shout from the mage it vanished.
Chip's mental control vanished with the plug. He arse went from overfull to
empty and as the walls of his gut slapped together and his sphincter gaped like
a dead fish all control left him, he found his voice and the warrior's death
yell filled the cavern. Chip began to fall back into the darkness his last
memory was of his lord telling him "the time of the testing is upon you,
make me proud".
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