A Thousand Kisses – Sex Stories

His hand gripped my cock tightly. There was a slight element of pain there, but this was countered quickly with pleasure. When he held me this way my knees felt like they had gone liquid. I was powerless when he held me this way but, honestly, I was powerless whenever I was around him. I gave myself to him fully.

I would have had trouble standing had I not been lashed to the cross, my arms and legs akimbo. The leather cuffs held me fast to the wooden cross. He moved his hand from my cock back to my nipples, pinching them firmly. My cock jumped each time he squeezed on them. Making my body move always made him smile. I was his puppet, his puppy, his plaything.

He went to his tool chest and returns with what looks like a flat piece of leather covered in tiny silver spikes. It bends in his hands. He wraps it around my erection and a hundred tiny stings bite into my flesh from the purple head all the way down to the freshly shaved root. I began to shrink from the pain but he was having none of that. He began pinching my nipples again, causing me to swell and bring fresh hell to my cock; a confusing mixture of pleasure and pain.

He grabbed my chin, lifting it, and locked his eyes with mine. “Giving you pain brings me pleasure,” he said, a wry smile on his face. “Understood?”

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to squeak out. I felt a fresh wave of pain shoot through me as I got harder. He leaned into me, kissing me. I felt his tongue push into my mouth, the growth of stubble on his chin rubbing against mine. He kissed me roughly, deeply. I felt like I was going to combust, he’s sending out waves of heat just as my own internal furnace is stoked by his passion.

Two years ago I never could have seen myself being in such an awkward position, especially with a man. I had never even contemplated what it would have been like to be with another man, much less to be his sexual submissive. But that was before I met Frank.

I was dating a woman, Julie, and she gingerly introduced me to Frank after a few months of dates. Frank was her ex but he was still a big part of her life. I could instantly see why. He was the most charismatic person I’d ever met. He was charming, well-spoken, and anyone’s idea of handsome with his killer smile and dark good looks. Though I should have been threatened by him — still being such a presence in my girlfriend’s life — it was she that should have been on the look out.

What I initially thought of as a gesture of friendship, Frank taking me out to a concert, could be seen now as our first date. Frank wowed me, and then he wooed me. Before I knew it, I was spending nearly every free hour with him. Our friendship was different than anything I’d ever had with another guy but I couldn’t say why. I just knew I was a bit obsessed with him and didn’t care a whit.

Frank was seductive but he didn’t seduce me. Instead, I was the one to make the first move that would change our relationship forever. It was a summer camping trip last summer, a year after Frank and I first met, after we came back from a swim. Frank and I were changing from our wet swimsuits in the little trailer at our campsite. I caught a glimpse of him in his full naked glory. I don’t know what possessed me; I’d never done anything like it before, but I moved closer to him as he was drying his back. I laid my hands on his shoulders, feeling the cold dampness over the warmth of his body. His smooth skin was of a different texture than any woman I had been with.

I don’t know what kind of reaction I was expecting. Luckily, Frank gave me just the reaction I needed. He turned his head and smiled, as if he had been expecting this for quite some time. Throwing his towel down on his bunk, he turned fully, allowing me to see his sculpted chest, well-muscled legs, and quickly-hardening cock. I put my hand on his sex and was reminded of when I had accidentally touched an electric fence when I was a kid. I was paralyzed while electricity flowed through me. It felt like time stopped.

Frank didn’t say a word. He let me make my own decisions. This was something I wanted on some level — one that I had refused to acknowledge. As if it were second nature, I knelt before him and began kissing his cock, feeling the heat and hardness of it that strangely contrasted the inherent softness of his skin. He smelled like the lake; a raw earthy scent. I can never smell fresh water without being taken back to that day and feeling Frank’ s cock moving between my lips.

Though I didn’t know exactly what I was doing, I tried to imitate the girls that had blown me as I now did the same to Frank. The appeal of sucking his cock was immediate; he reacted with each touch of my tongue. His breathing changed and his cock twitched as I wrapped my lips around him. I just took his head in my mouth at first. I loved the velvety softness of it.

And it was a need. It felt like I had a void in me that only Frank could fill with this instrument. I stuffed my face full with him, desperate to get him all into me. This wasn’t enough. I knew that I had to try something else.

I got up and laid back on Frank’ s bunk, inviting him onto me.

He fell upon me as if we’d always been lovers, his mouth meeting mine. his tongue entering me. Filling the whole where his cock had been. I sucked on his tongue as his hands found my wrists. He pinned my hands above my head as he used his knees to spread my legs. I pulled up my knees, wanting to feel his cock lay next to mine. Instead, Frank used his free hand to position himself at my virgin opening and, with only my saliva to lubricate us, he pushed into me.

I still contend that I blacked out for a few moments here. I’m not sure if it was from the pain I felt as he opened me to him or if it was just that the feelings were too intense. Whatever the cause, when I regained my senses I was experiencing a sensation that was at once completely foreign and completely natural. I never knew that I had a hole in my body, in my soul, that needed filling. Frank was filling me, he was taking me to places I had never dreamed existed. I looked up at him, seeing the look of lustful determination on his face as he made love to me. I also experienced a newfound sensation of complete helplessness as he held down my wrists with his strong hand. I didn’t want to move, but I couldn’t if I had. This feeling of giving myself over to him completely only enhanced how wonder it felt to feel him taking me.

Ever since that day, I’ve lived with that void. It’s one that Frank fills quite often.

I told him how much I enjoyed the feeling of powerlessness that I experienced while he made love to me that first time. He was more than happy to continue exploring that and I soon found that I was doing whatever Frank wanted of me. I was his servant, his slave. He would constantly put me in stranger positions and scenarios and, though I was initially frightened, I enjoyed them on the same basic level. Each time I submitted to him, I felt awash in a comfort that only he could provide.

While his tongue explored my mouth, his hands moved to undo the restraints that held my hands in place. Once they were free, he moved to my ankles and released the clips that went from my cuffs to the hooks mounted on the cross. In my weakened state, it was difficult to remain standing. Frank knew this and he allowed me to collapse to my knees.

He put his hands on my shoulder and I knew what he wanted. I got on all fours, my spike-clad cock dangling between my knees.

Frank knelt behind me and I instinctively moved my shoulders lower, opening myself for him. I couldn’t wait to feel him inside of me, pushing me into the sacred place where he allowed me to go. I was already halfway there via the pleasure/pain in my cock and all of the other sweet tortures Frank had inflicted upon me. His cock would be the final push, putting me into the world where pain was transformed into pure pleasure. Frank was an alchemist of sensation.

I felt the initial pressure of the head of his cock against my opening. I whined, wanting more. He gripped my hips firmly and sank his manhood into me. My gasp quickly turned to a moan. With him inside of me, I was complete. I felt every inch of him go deeply inside. I was panting for breath as he began to rock in and out of me, taking me hard, pulling me onto him with his strong hands.

Now the biting on my cock of the hundred spikes felt like a thousand kisses. He was taking me to our special place. It was just he and I, connected in the best way possible, acting as one living being, sharing everything, hiding nothing, building to an explosive conclusion like an exclamation mark on a run-on sentence!

I could feel him getting larger inside of me, as if his cock was taking over my body. Nary a second before it happened, I realized that I was reaching climax. I let loose my orgasm, the spiked leather giving my flesh a goodbye kiss as my cock began to retract from its full size. The shuddering of my body seemed to put Frank over the edge. He began pumping me full of his pleasure, shooting streams of cum into my depths as he let out a terrific cry. He drove himself as deep as he could and I felt his cock twitch and spit the last of his orgasm.

He reached under me and unbuttoned the leather sleeve, tsking when he saw that I had left my spunk on one end. I knew he meant this only in jest, though it gave him an excuse with which to punish me again. I welcomed any time he wanted to take me to task and allow me to serve him.