Young Men

I love playing sex games with young men. I'm quite pleased with their ardour and their stamina although I have tired more than a few out. Recently I had two really great experiences playing with younger men.

He had been begging me to play for months and I had been teasing him and telling him that I simply had no time. I am a busy person with a household to run and a gaggle of children to raise as well as working full time. Toss in the fact we were relocating and my time vanished into thin air.

At last I have an evening free. I let him know two days in advance and he clears his schedule. He asks what he can expect and we negotiate the terms of his play.

I dress slowly on the night of our playdate, having showered and applied light makeup and styled my hair. I slip into a pair of silken stockings. Standing and looking in the mirror at myself. I slip on my red spike heels and a red scarf around my neck. My trench coat feels cool against my bare skin, I belt it at my waist, not bothering with the buttons. Adjusting the scarf at my throat, I pick up my dark red lipstick and apply it carefully.

I grab my medium sized toy bag that is stuffed with goodies and strut out my front door.

In my car driving over I listen to music with a strong pulsing beat and slide my fingertips over my throat and thighs every so often. The scent of arousal becomes my perfume.

Parking my car I walk up to his front door and press the buzzer so he can let me in. I smooth my coat in the elevator. At last I am at his door.

He opens it and he is naked, as I have requested. I step inside and he offers to take my coat.

I untie the belt and slip it off. He groans quietly and I watch his dick harden as he takes my coat and hangs it up. We walk down a short hall to his living room. I am pleased to see a low table waiting for my bag, I set it down, noting that he has candles burning on every surface that will hold them. The lights are turned low and the music is soft and unobtrusive.

He follows directions well.

He kneels before my feet and looks up at me. His hard penis is pointing straight at me and his skin is gleaming in the candle light. How lovely this body will be to torment and tease.

I walk around him slowly and have him kneel up so I can inspect him more thoroughly. Mm he has taken great pains to remove every bit of hair from his chest and genitals. I see a few stragglers and smile. More fun for me. My hand is sliding over his chest and I touch his nipples gently, he moans quietly and I can not resist his lips any longer. Leaning in I kiss him softly, me lips barely grazing over his. His breath is hot on my face and I inhale his scent as my hands slide behind him, one caressing down his back and the other tangling in luscious waves of dark hair.

This boy is sexy. I back away and run my hands over his well muscled arms and down his tummy to his hips. I have an urge to just lick him all over. I love the taste of skin and lean over and lick and nibble along his collar bone, my hands roaming over his butt cheeks. I can feel him quivering in his excitement.

Still he is so well behaved. He has not tried to touch me, even though his eyes are fairly glowing with hunger. I slip close and bury his face in my tummy. Bending so my nipples rub in his hair. Rubbing my hands over his shoulders and feeling some of his tension ease. He is nervous.

I step back to my bag and unzipping it I pull out a roll of purple vet wrap. Crossing to where he kneels I wrap around his wrist, have him put his hand beside his ankle and bind his wrist to ankle. I do the same on the other side and survey my work. Asking him to bend forward and back to make sure he is flexible enough. He does very well and I am pleased with my quick easy bondage.

I have him bend forward and grab a cushion and place it under his head so his bum is in the air and his head is on the ground. His legs are spread and I can clearly access his balls, butt and cock.

I slide my hand over his bum and softly start spanking him. He groans a bit and wiggles, I watch his cock swaying and bobbing. Spanking a bit harder until his hips are waggling. I laugh and tell him next time I will bring impact toys, He moans and begs "no no please" and I only laugh.

I return to my bag and pull out a long taper of plain unscented untreated wax. I see he is watching me from his position on the floor and I am chuckling as I pull out a small pair of sharp edged scissors and 3 butt toys of varying sizes. We will see which he can accommodate.

I light the taper from one of his burning candles and wait for it to melt enough to test on the inside of my wrist.

I stand over him and slowly drip the hot wax over his back and ass. Going so far as to even drip it on his feet and arms. I have him arch his back, and raise the candle high so the drips cool slightly before they land on his testicles. He is groaning loudly and flinching and I am holding back my laughter. It is so amusing to tease this sexy boy.

I blow out the candle as it is down to a small stub and being mischievous I rub the waxy bit over his butt-hole. He whimpers and hips rock. He is such a butt slut! "You want your butt fucked boy?" His response is a loud moan and I grab the biggest butt plug and a bottle of lube. Dripping the lube into his hole and lubing the toy I press the tip to his tight little hole.

He is pressing back against it and I push it inside him hard. He cries out loudly. This is bigger than he is used to.. I leave the plug in his ass and stroke his swollen hard cock with my free hand. I feel him moving with me and rub his balls and taint in slow arousing motions with my other hand. He is groaning in bliss when I turn the vibrations on in the plug.

He thrusts wildly in my hand and I grip him tightly as he fucks my hand. My other hand is fucking his ass with the toy now.

He is begging loudly and sharp little cries are coming from him "PLEASE GODDESS PLEASE!!"

I tell him to give his orgasm to me NOW. His cum is spurting in great jetting fountains from his cock and over my hand, I pull the plug from his ass as he comes and he screams and writhes and I keep stroking him and squeezing every drop from him.

I grab my scissors and cut his wrists and ankles free. Using the sharp edge to slough most of the wax off and push him over gently onto his side.

He lays there, eyes glazed and panting. He finally refocuses on me. I am sitting beside him and gently rubbing the wax off his body.

Thank you is all he says to me and and I smile. I am wildly horny and want his tongue in me but I will make him wait longer to have that gift.

He sits up and we embrace...

Well that is all the time I have to write today, I will have to write about the other young man in another post!

Predator

I had tied him to the pillar by his wrists. He was blindfolded. I had spent some time flogging him, using crops and canes and spanking with my bare hands. I put nipple clamps on him (he hates them). And I wanted better access to the front of his body.

I untied one hand and had him step to the side. One hand remained tied to the pillar with a silk scarf. Blindfold still on.

I start spanking him and he is covering his ass with his hand. I blow him until he is hard an tie his free wrist to his dick. Thinking... If he jerks he will pull his cock.

Silk scarves don't hold well on a straight hard surface. A few whacks of his bum with my bare hand and he has pulled his hand free.

He is no longer attempting to protect himself.

Now he is attempting to catch me.

He is blindfolded, but I am breathing hard and he can hear my footsteps. He has caught me twice now and I have managed to wiggle free.

I turn up the music.

It works for a few minutes. I am able to get a couple good swats and pinches in before he grabs me by my wrists and traps me between his bound hand and the pillar. His free hand is groping me.

I am becoming prey.

He pushes me over and shoves his dick in my ass and I scream. No warm up, no lube, I'm in pain.

I tear away and fight free calling him a bastard and crouching down by the pillar. He is sorry I can see it. I am crouching and trying to still the pain receptors that are firing in my ass. Ow.... I swat at him, somehow the blindfold has come off. Did I take it off him? I am swatting at him again and dodging out of the way. He is grunting and growling. He is apologizing and asking if I am ok.

I swat him a few more times and call him names. I'm sore but ok, no damage has been caused.

Now he is free of the pillar and coming at me. Pinning me to the pillar and kissing me hard. I bite at his lips and struggle and squirm. He is growling and his strength is overwhelming. I bit at his shoulders and arms, anything to try and free myself.

He is biting my neck and growling like the savage beast that he is. I feel the first twinge of fear. It makes me hot. I push back and tell him to get on the floor.

I am fucking him and cumming all over his cock. I climb off suck him for a minute and then start to move away.

He has caught me again in an instant. There is no getting away from him. If he wants me he will have me.

I am shuddering in desire.

I am struggling to break free and he has picked me up and thrown me to the floor in an instant. I did not fall hard, I remember my amazement at that. He is on top of me, inside me, surrounding me. I am struggling to get away, sliding backwards away from him. Biting anywhere I can, my fingernails are raking and digging into him.

He starts hurting me. Biting nipples and breasts. I don't remember how I got there but I am backed against the chaise and he has an abrasive glove on and is squeezing my tits. My nipples pinched in that claw like glove.

I am screaming and begging... I want more but it is to much already. His hands scrapes down my tummy and I writhe, in ecstasy and agony. His hand grips my pussy and grinds the lips in that sharp scratchy glove.

I am cumming all over the glove.

It is running down my thighs in a flood. He takes the glove away and comments on the fluids I have given him. I am in tears, crying and gasping. So overcome by emotion.

In that moment he owns me.

Still gasping, still crying I have curled up in a crouching ball at his feet. A sense of worship washes over me. I want to show him how I feel and can't. I can't allow myself that vulnerability. I stuff it back inside and work on showing him my pleasure instead.

Worshipping his sex, shoving his cock in my throat and swallowing as he tells me how he wants to push that glove inside me. How he wants to tear me up inside.

I want it.. need it.. can't say yes. It's to intense, and to admit my depraved desires is a weakness I can't show.

He helps me rise and bends me over the chaise.

His hand is back in the glove.

He slides his hand over my ass and between my thighs. I am gasping and crying.. yes I think to myself, this is what I want.

His gloved hand is inside me. Sharp points scratching and tearing. I am squirting cum and it is dripping down to my ankles.

Humiliated and vulnerable, I shudder and cry as he teases me about the mess. I can't hide my desire from him.

We break for a drink of water. I get giggly and we have a water fight in the kitchen. A cold water fight. It is refreshing and pulls me back from that floaty weird sub space where he is my God and I live to serve him.

We towel off and crawl into bed.. He is cuddling me, and I am allowing him to (weird) he is suddenly tender and caring.

He starts talking about the glove and how he wants to fuck me with it again. I am begging him no, but secretly wanting it. He knows. He knows I am now craving for him to ruin me.

He gets up and get something out of his pants pocket. I have no idea what it is.

Cold steel is pressed again my back.

"NO!" I dare not move. Fear is shining bright in my eyes.

His blade is in his hand.

Terror is threatening, I look at him wild eyed and whimper. He is running the sharp edge over my body. It is not a smooth edge, it is scalloped which means sharp but also pointy, at more than just the tip. He is sliding the sharp edge so the points all drag.

I am nearing tears. He is holding my nipple captive between his thumb and the edge of his blade. I am begging him. Shaking and begging him not to cut off my nipple.

He moves away and I am hiding myself behind my arms. I don't want him to cut me and that knife is so sharp and the expression on his face is hungry, lustful and I need more.

I am a fear slut, this is my new revelation.

He tells me to lay back, be still and move my arms.

Black wings beat at the edge of my vision. My goddess is here and she is wrapping me in darkness. The cloud descends and I wander in the deep pit of desire.

He is telling me how he could pierce my nipple, he could cut it right off. I am whimpering and watching fearfully as his knife glides over me. Down my tummy those sharp points go, not hard enough to cut, only hard enough to scrape.

He is seated now between my legs, he has pulled them open and he is holding my clit at knife point. Talking about cutting it.

I am crying out no and begging him not to take my pleasure from me. The knife descends, he is holding my labia in his fingers and the sharp points are poking me. I am screaming and begging him not to cut me.

I feel the cold steel pressing inside me. I am shuddering and waves of pleasure mix with my fear. My hips rock and I cum on the now sheathed blade that he is fucking me with.

He pulls it from me and wipes the blade still sheathed against my thigh.

Blood.

I gasp in fear. I feel no pain but what has happened!

He tells me I am cut inside from the glove about an inch in. He slides back up beside me and holds me gently.

His knife has been put aside. His fingers are caressing my cheek. I am calming slowly, burying my face in his chest. Burrowing close to his warmth.

I am still shuddering, my vagina has begun to ache in a deep slow ache.

He tries to get me to talk to him.. I can not describe what has come over me. We cuddle and I drift back to the light.

His darkness has been only glimpsed, I yearn for more.