Affirmation · Part 2 (2/2)
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aden and I tossed them around, forming a tier we could recline against. "How do you want to do this?" he asked.
"I want you to fuck me, first," I replied. "Like this," I said, grabbing one of the larger cushions and stacking it in front of me, leaning over and presenting my ass to him. He chuckled evilly and ran his fingers over my buttocks, extending his claws just slightly.
"You'll have to get me hard first," he breathed in my ear. "So get to work."
I turned back to him and grabbed him by the substantial lengths of fur that grew along his collarbone, pulling him close into a kiss, my right hand flying down between his legs, stroking his balls softly. "You're wearing a cockring," I said.
"Guilty," he whispered. We heard noises to one side, and turned to see Perian and three friends assembling themselves about two meters away. I waved and turned my attention back to him, pressing my face to his chest and running down against his fur, feeling it slide past my cheeks in soft waves. I reached his sheath and tongued the opening quickly, tasting his musky sweat as his cock slowly extended outwards. There was no hesitation to our actions; my right hand between his legs stroked his balls and his anus, teasing him with things to come while my mouth suckled his cock, swallowing as much as I could handle easily and without preparation. He put a hand under my chin and pulled me up. "I'm ready."
I turned and leaned over against the cushions as we had arranged them, my ass once again in the air. I heard him shift for a second; with his knees he pushed my legs apart as he slid in behind me and pressed his cock to my asshole.
With a gentle push, he buried himself into me. I turned back to look at him, and he gave me a final hard shove, making my insides twinge. I turned back and snarled at him, then lay my head down on the pillow, panting.
There must be a switch at the top of my rectum, because when Aaden fucks me I tend to go almost completely submissive. Not limp; the last thing I want is for someone to accuse me of being a boring fuck. But I tend to whimper; tears drop from my eyes. This was no exception. Aaden began to fuck me slowly, pushing himself into me deeply with every thrust, and I pushed back, hard, as he ground his hips against my butt, his beautiful cock filling every centimeter of my asshole. I sighed, and opened my eyes.
"He tends to get very submissive," I heard him tell the gang of four, clinically, "when he's being fucked. I like him like this." His hand stroked my back slowly as his cock pounded my ass hard. I sighed, feeling, knowing, imagining the part of my body made just to his dimensions, fit for him.
"Can I…" I heard Perian. "Can we get closer?" If I wasn't so lost in the incredible pleasure I was feeling, I would have laughed.
"Of course," Aaden said. "I don't mind. You don't either, do you?
"No, sir," I breathed softly. "Gods, Aaden, fuck me more."
"I will," he said, his cock stroking back and forth within me. After a while he said, "I want to turn you over."
"Now?"
"Right now," he assured me. I felt him leave me, and I whimpered, wanting more of him. We tossed the cushion aside as I turned over and he slid a smaller one underneath my hips. I smiled up at him as I spread my legs and pulled them close to my chest, exposing my asshole for him. He smiled and leaned against me, sliding his cock into me again; the angle was different this time, and the sensations were stronger than before; I was whimpering, gasping with every thrust. "Complaining, little boy?" he mocked me lovingly.
"No sir… don't know how much more I can take, sir…"
"Oh, you're so weak sometimes, Ken," he teased softly. He kept fucking my asshole relentlessly. "But I guess I'll be nice to you," he said aloud, adding with a whisper, "because I don't think I can come with them watching me."
I looked up into his face, his body thrusting against mine. I nodded. He stopped and I held him close, his cock deep inside me for a few minutes, then he pulled out. I held him against me, whispering "I love you," over and over. I turned to look at the lesbians watching and said, "Sorry it wasn't more exciting."
"No, no!" Perian insisted, her eyes alight. "That was hot!" Aaden got up as I lay there, resting. I lay there with my eyes closed until I suddenly felt Aaden slide a finger into me. "What are you doing?"
"I don't think you had enough," he chuckled gently. The sensation of his finger teasing about inside my hole confirmed his suspicions. "I haven't," I replied.
"I didn't think so," he said, grabbing a bottle of lubricant and pouring it freely over his paw. I felt him slide two fingers in as I lay back and relaxed further. I heard a sound from the entalie' contingent and saw that Perian was strapping on a dildo with an impressive black harness. I was intent on her, watching as she got behind her girlfriend and started thrusting, at first softly. Then I noticed that one of the four women was missing. "Where did…?" I asked Perian quietly.
"She didn't find it interesting," she shrugged. "Her loss." She grinned wide at me.
"Fah, Ken, you are so loose," Aaden said, returning my attention to the here and now.
"How much do you have in?" I asked quietly.
"Almost over the thumb," he replied. It didn't feel like that… I couldn't believe how relaxed, how wonderfully out of it I was.
"Then why did you stop?" I asked. "Do you have a glove on?"
"No," he said, smiling up at me.
"Then I guess we get to discover just how wash'n'wear you really are." He laughed gently and slid his hand all the way into me, to nestle up at the top of my rectal column. I sighed and closed my eyes and just went mindless with a kind of pleasure I always find so hard to convey. It was just so impossibly wonderful to feel his hand within me, toying with my body, my life.
"Oh. My. Fah." I opened my eyes to see Perian leaning completely over her lover, staring at me, at Aaden, at his arm entering my body. "I don't believe it."
Aaden twisted his hand slowly within me, pressing forward against my prostate and more delicately against the S-colon, sending signals up nerves to my brain, signals that my brain knew only as pleasure. The overload became too much for me as I felt my legs begin to tremble, shudder. "Aaden… "
"I see it," he said gently, sliding his hand out of me. He wrapped it in a white towel and leaned over me, kissing my cheek softly. "That was great."
"I was so ready for you," I said. We cuddled together while we watched Perian fuck Menissa so hard that Menissa screamed out as she came, again and again.
I counted seven orgasms before Perian pulled out and tossed the harness aside, throwing Menissa over onto her back. "Come back!" Perian demanded of Menissa as she knelt over Menissa chest, staring into her eyes. She pulled her hand back and slapped Menissa, HARD, across the face. "Come back to me," Perian insisted. Menissa's eyes fluttered open and she looked up at Perian. "That's a good girl," Perian said, leaning over and kissing Menissa's face softly. "That's a good girl."
Menissa leaned up and hugged Perian back. Perian slowly straightened up into a sitting position again, holding Menissa's head to her body as the length if it slid past her nose. "Eat me, slut," Perian insisted.
Menissa enthusiastically dug into Perian's cunt, licking her hard and fast; I could hear sloshing sounds.
Aaden leaned over and whispered, "I'm going to go wash my hands. Be right back." He straightened up and walked out quietly, leaving me to watch Perian and Menissa make love while the third lesbian, whose name I did not know, leaned against the wall of the room and masturbated with a vibrator so large it looked like a piece of industrial equipment.
Perian held onto Menissa's head as she slowly toppled over to one side, ending up on the bottom with Menissa's head between her legs. There was one problem with this plan. I was in the way.
At least, I had assumed it would be a problem. Perian non-chalantly placed her head in my lap and let me get a dyke's-eye view of the proceedings. "You okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine!" she insisted quietly. "I know, I know, it's so incorrect." She giggled like a little girl and held Menissa's head tight between her thighs. "That's it, little girl," she said, "eat me." She looked up at me and said, "With Aaden gone I'd like to ask you something. I think it would be really hot to watch her get fucked by a man."
I looked up at Menissa, whose butt was still high in the air. I doubt even if she heard Perian's offer. I thought about it for a second. I could just slide a cushion under Perian's head and get behind her. She was Perian's bottom, and Perian could order her to endure anything she felt like ordering. "Uhm, Perian, I don't think I'm in the right… headspace… for that kind of thing."
"That's cool," she shrugged. "No pressure, Ken. We can always get together and do this again some other time."
"Uh-huh!" I insisted.
Perian tapped Menissa on the head. "That's enough," she said, then pointed at the third female. "Get her."
Perian and Menissa simultaneously pounced on the third femHuman, who looked rather stunned as she was pulled into a crouching position with her butt in the air. "So, Sereth," Perian said gently. "What do you want?"
"Your hand, Mistress Perian," Sereth replied, gasping softly.
"Such a little slut," Perian said gently as she slid two fingers into Sereth's cunt. "Nothing fits that chasm of yours like a hand or two, huh?"
"No, Mistress. Nothing."
I watched as Perian slid in three, then four fingers, then pushed her thumb up against her palm and slid her whole hand into Sereth. She looked down at her hand and muttered, "Damn monitor." She stripped the watch off her wrist and tossed it aside, pressing her hand further into Sereth's cunt. Sereth howled softly. "Like that, don't you."
"Yes, Mistress," Sereth whispered softly. Aaden joined me as I leaned against the wall and watched Perian ravish Sereth.
"I'm impressed," I whispered to Perian when she flashed as smile at me.
"You took his!" Perian said, nodding to Aaden. "Yours isn't built to pass a baby, Ken!" She held up her left hand and held her thumb and forefinger about a cent apart. "We have a real little toy we use when do anal play. I'm impressed."
Aaden chuckled.
Perian slid her hand slowly out of Sereth, and Sereth groaned "No!" like she was losing her soul.
"'No'?" Perian replied. "Gods, you are a slut!"
"Yes, Mistress," Sereth replied.
"Fine," Perian replied, sliding her hand back in, "Have more."
"Thank you, Mistress," Sereth replied, gasping. "Thank you so much!"
Perian chuckled as Sereth rode her fist over what must have been her fifth orgasm before Perian slid her hand out and hugged Sereth tightly. Aaden and I smiled in unison to them as they waved to us. "Thank you," Perian said quietly.
"Thank you, too," Aaden said with emphasis. "I enjoyed being your show."
"Aaden, would you like to do this again? Say, the party next year?
"I don't see why not."
"Great!" she said, wandering off with Sereth and Menissa, both of whom appeared to still be dazed. Aaden chuckled. I glanced down at my watch. "Perfect timing."
"Hmm?"
"It's four till eight, and I promise Lue that at eight she could use me for a piss scene with her bottom."
"Then I suggest we get going," he said. We walked rapidly back into the main room and forward into the dungeon. We arrived to find a rather intriguing scene, of Lue standing over the Tindal slave girl, who was restrained into a harness that forced her to remain in a bent-over position with her head on a bar that kept her face forward. Lue had her boot against the Tindal's face, and a long, pink tongue was stuck out of the thin slit, licking it diligently. "You made it," she said to me and Aaden as we watched the show. Others began to filter in, a total, by my count, of nearly forty males standing about the Tindal.
"Now then, gentlemen, the object is to keep the streams up for as long as possible. I don't think we have to form a line… I just want her hot and covered in piss. I think we can manage. If you want, there's plenty to drink before hand."
There was a quick crowding around the Tindal, and the scene began; that pink tongue was quickly out and catching streams as they hit her face, her body; the smell of urine was strong in the air as forty males released their bladders onto the Tindal, who squirmed and shuddered in her latex suit, which shined with a different, filtered light.
The streams slowed down, and finally stopped. Even that short, sudden scene made me shudder, made me feel alive with a strange energy. I watched Lue walk over to her bottom and hug her. "You did very well, for your first time. Very well." She looked up. "Ken, come here and help me loosen these cuffs."
I stepped over and began undoing the ankle cuffs holding the Tindal down. After a few seconds we had her free and helped her into a standing position. Lue hugged her tightly and then said, "Do you want out? Just nod.. yes or no."
The Tindal held stock still for a moment, then nodded, slowly. "You're sure?" A firmer nod this time. "Okay. Ken, unlace the back, would you?"
I reached up and began unlacing the outfit at the neck, slowly tugging downwards, pulling it out of the holes. It must be a hell of a ritual, lacing the bottom into this furnace of a body suit one pair of holes at a time. As the suit came free down the back, Lue unlaced the straps up the hood, freeing the bottom's head. As I crouched down, avoiding kneeling because there was still copious amounts of urine on the floor, I could hear Lue talking to her. "You want to tell him?" A pause. "Ken," Lue said, "stand here for a minute."
I stood up, staring at the back of the Tindal's head; Lue was being very careful to keep her face from eyes. But just looking at her head, I had a hunch. Lue grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around. "Hi, sweetheart."
Aaden tells me this was the first time he'd actually seen anyone so completely stunned their jaw fell completely open. I started into P'nyssa's face, completely boggled. "Uh… Uh… "
She smiled and stripped the top of the suit off, freeing her arms. She caressed my face. "What did you think?"
"How long have you been here?"
"I got here the moment Wendy signalled me that you were clear of the foyer."
"What… Why?"
She smiled at me. "I wanted to see what one of these things were like without you hovering over me, worrying about me."
"P'nyssa… I'd never do anything like that. You should know quite the opposite would happen." I dodged to avoid one of the cleaning 'bots circulating the floor.
"No, you'd be inattentive as long as you knew I wasn't involved in something. The second you saw me bottoming, you would be watching like a AI."
I chuckled. "Probably." I reached up and stroked her face in return, letting my hand trace down to her breasts. "Did you like it?"
She licked at the taste in her mouth. "The piss was okay. I liked the bondage and anonymity more. I liked the fact that nobody knew who I was!"
I smiled and leaned over to kiss her, trying not to brush against the piss-slick latex suit. "Go clean up," I whispered.
"Will do." She turned around and she and Lue walked to the showers immediately off the dungeon.
"Wow," I said to Aaden as he sidled up next to me.
"Wow is right," Aaden said. "I didn't think she had it in her."
"I did." He nodded. "I just didn't expect her to be so dramatic about her coming out. I did peg her right as a bondage bottom, as opposed to an s/m type."
He smiled. "Would you like your turn on the rack? I see one that's free."
"Huh?" I glanced over at a visibly free space, then back into his gorgeous face. "Now? Sure!" I laughed, then stopped. "Wait till Nyss gets back. I want her there. In fact, I want you to let her take a few shots."
"You're sure?"
"Absolutely. I want Nyss to watch."
"Okay. C'mon, you need to wash your hands before you go handling the toys."
"Right."
A few minutes later, Aaden and I reconvened in the dungeon space, collecting up our toys. He strapped the light-brown leather cuffs to my wrists and ankles. I suppose we could have dyed them or had them dyed black, but dramatic image was not their purpose… restraint was, and I preferred the idea of natural animal skin against my wrists when I'm in the middle of a very sweaty and demanding scene.
They're well-made cuffs, heavy leather with a strap around a basic swatch. The main D-ring, made of drop-forged steel, is right next to the buckle, so that if I should want to pull against it, the back of my wrist puts pressure against leather and leather only… no rivets, stitches or straps in the way. There's a secondary D-ring a little further around the strap, so that it's convenient to restrain my hands together and have a ring free to tie me to something else, as well.
Aaden led me over to the rack and we discussed, for the first time really, how I react to severe whippings. I catalogued all my previous reactions to him, not that he hadn't heard them before. As we talked P'nyssa walked over. "You're here," Aaden observed.
"Of course," she said, smiling wide.
I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. "I love you."
"I love both of you," she said softly. "You're both so important to me. Thank you for being understanding about me doing this alone."
I smiled. "Your choice… you live with us, you knew what you were getting into. You knew the language."
She nodded. "So, you gonna do a whipping?"
"Yep. We waited for you. I want you to take a few shots with the flogger."
"Me?" She asked, startled. "But I'm not… I mean, I don't think I can."
"Why not?"
"I mean, what if my aim is bad? What if I hit too hard?"
I smiled and cuddled her close. "You won't hit too hard. If your aim is bad, at worst I'll have some interesting marks in the morning. Just remember to hit high."
She nodded. "I'll do it, then."
"Good!" I turned to Aaden. "Ready, lover?"
He nodded. We walked over to the rack and he tied me down. He seemed to be having a little trouble with the knots, so he turned to an obvious top next to us who was watching and asked for help.
The top turned around and I was surprised to recognize him. "Mikhail!"
"Hello, Ken. How have you been?"
"Not bad, not bad at all. Having fun?"
"Worlds," he confessed, smiling. "Have fun."
"I will." Mikhail stepped back and let Aaden have the room necessary for his swings. Aaden took careful measure of the short flogger and slowly took aim, hitting my back gently. He began striking harder, and the pain level went up quickly. Despite that, I was very much ready for it, after all I had done and witnessed that night, and I could feel myself soaring into the sensation, enjoying every strike.
"Nyss?" I heard Aaden say. "Your turn."
There was a pause as P'nyssa walked behind me and touched my back. "I'll be gentle," she said.
"Don't bother," I whispered, turning to wink at her.
She smiled and walked back to where Aaden had been standing. She did a few careful tosses with the whip, getting used to the feeling of a flexible weapon at the end of her equally flexible tentacle. Then she said, "Okay, Ken."
The whip fell again, and she was right… her aim was terrible. She kept them in the safety range, but just barely. I could here Aaden giving her tips on aim and speed, and she got better, her blows becoming more sure and more accurate. My head started to spin with the ecstasy that comes of pain, as I willed myself to let go and let drift into that wonderful place where sometimes even angels don't tread.
Aaden's hand was at my back. "How you doing?" he asked softly.
"Pretty good," I giggled. "Pretty good."
"Want more?"
"Yeah!" I chuckled. "I love you."
"I love you, too." He stepped back and took a solid, hard swing. Then he followed it up with a softer swing, a hard one, a soft one, another soft one. This went on for a while as he drove me further into that agony, that power. And something began to change.
I can't describe what happened, this time. But when he stood next to me I was as giggly and wired as I ever was, the next second I looked up at him, gasping as my I felt my heart change. "Aaden," I whispered. "Take me down."
"What?"
"Take me down!" I snarled. He reached up and tugged on the rope, freeing my right hand. I grabbed him and held him close and the floodgates opened. I started crying.
I held him close as the tears came, flowing down my cheeks. I sobbed against his chest, crying my heart out like I hadn't cried in probably a century. "Where's… where's Nyss?"
"I'm right here," she said, standing next to Aaden. I felt my left hand come free (Mikhail?) and grabbed her, pulling her into the embrace, holding her close. "I love you both, so much," I blurted softly as I held between them, crying freely there in the dungeon center, giving it all my soul.
Aaden slowly helped me into a sitting position on the floor, crosslegged. He sat right in front of me and watched me, paw on my shoulder. "Are you going to be okay?"
I looked up at him. His face was smiling, but concerned. P'nyssa's, in the other hand, was nearly panicked. I chuckled through the tears and put my hand on her shoulder. "It's okay, sweetheart. I'm okay." I grabbed the towel Mikhail offered me and wiped the tears from my eyes as the crying subsided slowly. "Gods, that was weird."
"Tell me about it," Aaden said, concerned for his friend and mate.
"I don't… I can't, Aaden. All I know was that I suddenly felt it, in here," I touched my chest, "that I was going to cry, and it felt so good to cry, Aaden. It felt so very special to cry. And I think it happened because of you."
"Because of me?"
"Nobody who's every whipped me before has loved me, Aaden, not like you and I love each other, trust each other, give to each other. I love you, Aaden. And you, Nyss… I'm so glad both of you were here."
"I'm glad I was here to see it," P'nyssa said softly. She turned around and sat down in my lap, putting her tentacles around me. "I just… I didn't know what to think when you started crying. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Oh, Nyss… I'm more than okay. I'm perfect. And I love you."
"I love you too," she said, tightening her hug around me. "Do you want to go home now?"
I looked up at Aaden. He nodded. "I've had enough."
"Me, too," I agreed. "Let's go."
I was still endorphined; they had to help me to my feet. But once I was vertical, I was also incredibly hyper. I began spinning around freely, skipping without a care in the ring around the pool, realizing suddenly that if a puddle of water had been splashed onto the tile I was going to crack my damnfool head open. I slowed down as I reached the buffet table and grabbed a cola and stick of celery, wolfing both down quickly and going for another drink.
"Come on," Aaden said. "Let's get you home."
"'Kay!" I said. As we walked (or rather, I was led) back to the cubicles to pick up our stuff, we passed Perian, who waved dreamily from the sling she was lying in as another woman applied needles to her nipples. We chuckled and walked on.
Eventually we did get home. "I had fun tonight!" I said as I skipped into the living room.
"Too much, apparently," Aaden said, chuckling.
"Come on," I said to the two of them. "Let's get some sleep."
"All three of us?" P'nyssa said. Whether it was a suggestion or a request, I couldn't tell.
"Sure!" I said. "Sounds cozy."
"Always is," Aaden said quietly. We headed down towards the huge bed and went to sleep, the three of us, in each other's arms. My head was barely on the pillow when I was out, sleeping the sleep of the content.
— "Affirmation By Experience" The Journal Entries of Kennet R'yal Shardik, et. al., And Related Tales are (c) 1989, 1992 Elf Matheiu Sternberg. May be freely distributed by cybernetic media; hardcopies are limited to single printings for personal use.
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