Message-ID: <23627asstr$955447806@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
From: uwant2hurt@aol.com (Uwant2hurt)
X-Original-Message-ID: <20000410234158.28449.00000972@ng-fc1.aol.com>
Subject: {ASSM} STORY Cabin Fever 7.D (m/m b and d)
Date: Tue, 11 Apr 2000 06:10:06 -0400
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/23627>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates
Cabin Fever (7.D)
(NOTE:...the unedited transcript below is from a recently completed
cyber/roleplay scene ...other than fixing some (not all) typos it reads exactly
as it has been improvised online via an AOL IM...it is being submitted for your
possible entertainment...we assume you are over 18 and wish to read a story
containing sexual content...)
PART THIRTYTHREE...More Animal Behavior
Despite my endurance of chuck's never-ending mindfucks, i still somehow
wound up the loser in his twisted little game. i was now locked in a cell,
cuffed and beaten... at the mercy of his favored playmate. The silence
pervading the underground dungeon seemed deafening, broken only occasionally by
my soft whimpers as i tried to compose myself. Several minutes passed as my
naked, studly cellmate studied me from his perch on the cot... "Come on,
faggot, on your knees... you need to eat..." i struggled to lift myself to my
knees as stevie reached over and retrieved the bowl chuck left behind.
Plopping it down on the cot between his hairless, muscled thighs, he leaned
back against the cell bars, casually spreading his legs, his hands freely
fondling his stiffening meat. "You heard what he said, faggot... get up here
and eat... looks like some kind of soup... potato soup, i guess... i think it
would do you good to get some food in you... and if you don't get your fucking
face over here, i'm gonna eat it myself..." Suddenly recalling chuck's
instructions, he added, "...and keep that plug in your ass!" Reveling in his
moment of cocky superiority, stevie leeringly watched me hobble on my knees as
my cuffed hands fumbled to insure the rubber cock remained shoved between my
clenched glutes...
Unable to eat with my hands, i looked to him with a silent plea, wondering
if he expected me to degrade myself even further by forcing my face into the
bowl like an animal. He gave a little snicker as he entwined his ankles around
my neck, drawing my weak body closer to him... "Guess i'll have to feed you
myself, huh, faggot..." Without warning, he suddenly stuck his hard prick in
the cooled contents of the bowl... coating his cock with the thick soup. "Cum
and get your dinner, boy!" i stared in disbelief as he set the bowl to one
side, waving his paste-coated shaft in my face... starvation and gnawing hunger
urged me to lean forward and descend on his cockmeat, finally granted the
nourishment i had been denied for so long these past several days. Grabbing a
fistful of my sweaty hair, stevie yanked my face even deeper, moaning in
ecstacy as he forced me to feast on his engorged member.
Each time i licked and lapped up the creamy soup, he would simply coat his
cock again, pushing my hungry mouth back onto his throbbing untensil until his
teasing torments soon became less about feeding me and more about servicing his
dick... "Come on, cocksucker... work it... you know you want it, faggot... suck
my dick, man!" Holding my head firmly in place, stevie began relentlessly
face-fucking me, nearly choking me with his hard-on... he ignored my
sputtering, gasping pleadings as he pounded his meat down my throat... i knew
what was eventually coming when i felt his body suddenly tense. Very soon
after that, i experienced my first flooding taste of milky male jism as his
cock erupted in my mouth... he continued thrusting his groin in my face, his
body shuddering and convulsing... his viagra-induced rod spasming with the
remaining squirts... showing no sign of going soft. When he suddenly scooted
forward onto the edge of the cot, he kept my face glued to his crotch and
moaned loudly as he delivered a splashing river of bitter piss down the back of
my throat. No matter how hard i tried to pull away, his firm grip securely
anchored me to his pisser, forcing me to swallow every last humiliating drop.
With a triumphant laugh, he shoved me to the floor, thrusting the remains of
the soup bowl into my face... "Finish eating that, faggot..." A hint of guilt
colored his tone as he now gently guided my head to the bowl. By this time, i
didn't care if i was treated like a dog... i just wanted to erase the foul
taste of cum and urine from my tastebuds... i literally licked the bowl clean,
savoring what i knew might very well be my last meal...
i laid on the floor on my side, too tired, exhausted and humiliated to
try and make my way to the cot as stevie roamed the small confines of the
cell... the soup had done little to satisfy my hunger, but at least it was
something. i did manage to crawl my way to one side of the cage and raised
myself up enough to slouch against the bars... this way at least i knew i could
keep the rubber cock tucked in my ass without fear of letting it slide out.
stevie never offered to assist me... we were like two caged man-animals trapped
together in a cage... one, wounded and beaten... the other, a restless cub
still uncertain about his future... i watched stevie wander about, avoiding my
gaze... When he finally did decide to speak, he sat on the bed across from
me.... his tone very matter-of-fact, almost apologetic...
"Look, dude... i'm... sorry... i'm sorry for what you've been through...
i'm sorry for what is gonna happen to you... but you gotta understand... i
never thought i would last this long, man... ya know, i don't even know how
long i've been down here... that fag in the cabin told me at least 2 weeks... i
don't even know if i should believe him... or the other guy for that matter...
i'm sorry...." It seemed that stevie was trying to convince himself more than
me as he continued... "... you know as well as i do, buddy, that we gotta do
whatever he says... whateve he wants... i wanna stay alive, man... i don't
wanna die... and if that means... " he broke off in mid-sentence... he didn't
need to finish for i knew what he meant... we had to conform to chuck's little
games if one or both of us was ever going to make it out of here alive. Coming
over and kneeling down beside me, i felt his arm around my shoulder as he
slowly helpled me to my feet, trying to hide the welling tears in his eyes...
"Hey, man... let me help you to the cot... we could both use some rest... come
on..."
Laying me on my belly on the cot, his strong hands began to massage some
of the stiffness and soreness from my shoulders... my arms... my aching dick
pulsed against the canvas of the cot as his strong hands manipulated my
flesh... i could feel his own stiff pecker growing again as he straddled my
legs... inches from my crack. His hands worked their way down to my buttocks
and i groaned as his fingers slowly started toying with dildo... "Just do
whatever he says... it's the only way... but you gotta promise me something,
man..." i felt the weight of his body lay on top of me for a few seconds as his
hot breath whispered in my ear... "Promise me that if you get out of this
alive... if you escape... you gotta let somebody know about me... send the
cops... somebody... i promise to do the same for you, man..." his pelvis ground
against the dildo, increasing the pressure on my pulsing prostate... i moaned
my consent as my body writhed beneath him.
Slowly turning me onto my side so that my body pressed against the bars, i
allowed stevie to work the plug in and out of my ass. Short strokes at first,
but as he took longer with each slow plunge, i found myself growing desperate
for release... my hips pumped my cock mindlessly through the cell bars. When
he withdrew the dildo completely from my hole, i felt his meat poking at my
anal ring, longing to replace the rubber replica with the real thing. He
gently pushed my feeble protesting hands into the small of my back as he laid
down behind me, spooning his body next to mine... "Make it look good, stud...
you know he's watching us... if he wants a show, let's show him how much of a
faggot you really are..." stevie's hands explored my body and for some reason
i let him... massaging my ass so that i relaxed enough to let his fucktool
slide gently inside my bowels... his masculine caresses rubbed along my
abdomen... my chest... my nips... i was letting my cellmate make love to
me...... and at that singular moment, i didn't care anymore... we were both
horny as hell... i couldn't believe how turned on he was making me... the
warmth of his body... his touch... was so comforting... all of it sent my body
into sensory overload as my cock helplessly bounced between the bars, but no
matter how much i pleaded, he would not touch my cock...
i half expected chuck to come storming in to interrupt us... break us
up... but he never did... i soon lost all sense of myself as stevie's sensual
grinding turned to deeper, quickening thrusts... his animal urges consuming him
again as he filled my hole... using me to get his rocks off for a third time.
He held onto me tightly as i felt his tool pulsate in my chute... i pushed my
ass back whenever he would pull out... and then drive back in deeper...
deeper... fucking my ass til at last with a loud groan, his body froze...
short, sudden pelvic jabs rammed my ass as his cock released a hot cumload deep
within my bowels... "Fuck, man.... your ass... it's so fucking tight..." His
sweaty hands continued to rub my trembling body... "you know i can't let you
cum... he'd know... and then we'd both be in a lot of deep shit..." stevie
showed no sign of pulling his cock from my ass and strangely enough, i didn't
want him to... i just wanted to fall asleep... hoping never to wake up... for
some reason i didn't seem to mind as i sensed his cum dribbling from my plugged
hole as i soon drifted into a deep slumber... body entangled in the heated
flesh of my fellow captive... the first true tenderness i'd experienced since
my incarceration began.....
TO BE CONTINUED...further installments will be posted...and please, please,
please...feedback is very much appreciated...send email to Uwant2hurt@aol.com
or Bnd4tormnt@aol.com
--
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+