From Innocence to Carnality - Sex Stories

From Innocence to Carnality

... initiate sex slaves." "Slaves" tries to stick in my head but gets lost in trying to take everything in.

At first I think the bike is mostly white, but I realize that it's actually red. Joker must have been a really big guy because his seat is much wider than Master's. Actually the whole bike is really big. All I see beyond the bike and in my peripheral vision is red light fading off into distant blackness. I do think I see a glint in a few places that could be reflections of the red light off camera lenses or other equipment.

With his hand still having a hard grip on my hair, he pulls me forward on my knees with my hands bound helplessly behind me. He forces me close to the bike. I see below me that the rug has several of what I am sure are cum stains. Master lifts me up from under my shoulders and sets me down with the belly resting across Joker's seat. He unlocks the wrist shackles from each other, takes one of my hands, pulls it out and down and locks its shackle to a chain secured to the bottom of the front of the frame. Then he takes my other hand and shackles it to the bottom of the back of the frame, stretching my arms out and forcing my head to be so low that I can see only straight ahead or down. When I look down, I see drool that is escaping from around the cock in my mouth is adding to the stains in the rug just below my pussy mouth. Master locks the chain from my nipple rings onto my collar tight enough that when I look up it pulls on my tits.

Master ...

... forces my legs apart and locks the shackles to chains coming from the axles of the wheels. He comes around in front me. I can only see his face if I strain to look up. He begins unbuckling the straps that hold the cock in my mouth. I suck on it hard as he pulls it out of my mouth trying to get the last of its cum. When it is all the way out my mouth it feels like something essential is missing.

"Beg me to fuck your mouth pussy with my cock." I try. All that comes out are pitiful sounding grunts. I hear him and several voices more distant laughing. I see Master has taken his cock out of his leather pants and is standing with it near my mouth, I want to pleasure it with my mouth pussy. I try to reach out with my tongue and lick and make kissing motions with my lips - all the while making begging grunts. I can't reach it. The laughter gets louder. But I don't care. If it pleases Master I am pleased. My ass repeatedly tries to thrust into the butt plug. I feel myself edging closer to orgasm.

"Slow down slut. Show me how much you love my balls." In the red light, his cock is already fully erect with his dome a deep purple red. It is leaking glistening streaks of pre-cum with his balls tight and ready to blow. "Worship my balls that produced seed that claimed you as my pussy slave." He leans forward and pushes my lips into his balls. I kiss both of them as blessed parts of Master. I am loving the balls that make Master a predator. Loving balls that have made me his prey. Loving ...