From Innocence to Carnality - Sex Stories

From Innocence to Carnality

... rasp-growling when he twists the throttle. And we are off. I have never been on a motorcycle before. The vibration and acceleration tickle my sensitive bits. As we get farther down the road, he begins coaxing my hands to rub his abs and then his nipples. Oh God, I've wanted to do that with a guy for so long. That he has a very chiseled physique just increases my excitement. Sir guides my hands down to rub his black leather pants over his growing cock. I feel myself as one with him and his bike, the air rushing by and the first bright star just beginning to appear in the dusky blue sky above us.

After what feels like a long time of bliss, he pulls to a stop in the middle of a bridge over a dry river. He orders me off the bike and swings around to sit and look at me. "Take off your clothes and give them to me," he demands. Maybe it is a drug in the joint but I get goosebumps at anticipating him seeing me completely exposed. I obey. In a minute I am standing before him stark naked, worried and excited about the prospect that someone could drive by at any moment.

"Turn around so I can see all of you." I do so with my cock standing at full attention. "Damn, you are one hot bitch." My whole body blushes. He drapes my belt over the handlebars, walks over to the bridge railing and throws my clothes and shoes over the edge.

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Sir turns to me, his face alight with power and his voice firm with authority that penetrates and weakens me, "This is where you make a ...

... choice. You can either scrabble way down that sharp rocked ravine, gather up your clothes, walk the long, long trek back to town in the dark with no idea what to do - or you can get on your knees in front of me with your head bowed down to me. You will call me Master and you will submit to me in all things. When you submit to me, I will break you of your fears. You will fully belong to me and not be alone anymore."

I'm overwhelmed by drugs, desire and wanting so badly to not always be afraid of being left alone to face the world. My knees buckle into a kneel. I bow down to him.

He puts his foot on the top of my head and pushes my face into the asphalt hard enough to hurt. I yelp. He tells me to shut up and only speak when given permission. He presses down harder and I want so badly to cry out again, but I don't. He eases the pressure a little. Oddly, as he does, I begin to feel light headed from smelling oils rising off the still warm asphalt.

He orders me to put my hands behind my back, then uses my belt to bind them together, all while still grinding my face into the road with his boot. I feel any remaining desire to physically resist him fall away as he finishes binding my hands behind me. I am captured. I realize that he is the predator he had warned me against. He used my weakness to capture me.

He takes his foot off my head. "Kiss my boots," he commands. It feels degrading but I don't have a choice. As I am about to comply, I hear motorcycles approaching. ...