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"SWEET SECRET" (M/M - GRAPHIC

Lucash2

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This is my first stab at m/m. Hope I hit the mark.

SWEET SECRET

What price should a man have to pay for staying in the closet.
I am a victim of the prejudices of the world. My youth and position in business keep me paranoid about coming out. I have not yet accomplished enough to feel comfortable enough to admit the truth.
Paul has always harassed me about my secret life. He is one of only a few people who know I am gay. He knows because he is my lover. He doesn't take kindly to my constant cover up for my colleagues. He says if I don't come clean soon, the stress from the keeping up the ruse will give me a stroke or a heart attack.
Paul hates that he can never come to my place. My paranoia controls most of my actions and decisions. Even away from work I'm always worried someone will become suspicious. Paul says I should get a grip on myself. I'm really afraid I'll lose him one day if I don't change.
One morning, before I left for work, Paul called. "Since you feel like you have to submit yourself to all those corporate big shots, I think its time you submit yourself to me." He sounded very serious and a little scary.
"What are you talking about?" I asked not sure I really wanted to hear the answer.
"I'll show you what I mean. Be at my place at nine sharp. I mean sharp. Every minute you're late will cost you!" He hung up before I could get a better idea what he was talking about. I tried to reach him throughout the day, but all I ever got was his answering service. I considered not going to his place until I did talk to him and find out what was on his mind, but I was a little intrigued by his attitude and his blind threat.
The last time Paul got really upset with me and my closed door attitude, he decided to punish me in an unusual way. We had just finished about a half an hour of fore play. I thought we were going to get into some serious fucking when Paul ordered me to get on the bed on all fours. When I questioned him, he pushed me onto the bed. Thinking he had some kind of surprise for me, I assumed the requested position.
"Now if you move, you don't get fucked. And I mean that." He didn't have to tell me he was serious. I could hear it in his tone.
A moment later I felt his open hand come down on my buttocks with slap that echoed through the room and reverberated in my ears. The force was strong enough to knock me flat on my face.
"Get up!" Paul said with the same force he had just applied to my bare ass. "Back up on your knees!" I did as he ordered and braced myself for more of the same. And more of the same is what I got. Paul's hand came down on my ass another fifteen, sixteen times. Each just as hard as the first. The only reason he stopped was because his hand started hurting. After that first time, Paul would spank me a lot, only he used a ping pong paddle. He was able to spank me longer.
For me it was excruciatingly painful. My ass would be raw and sore for days afterward making life quite uncomfortable at times. Paul didn't care. He made me stay on my knees while he fucked me, knowing full well I preferred to be on my back. But he wanted me on my knees so he could pound his hips into my burning ass making me remember every smack of the fresh paddling.
Spankings have been a recurring part of our sex life. So I had every reason to believe more of the same would be coming to me tonight. I don't mind. I'd do just about anything to keep Paul in my life.

I arrived at Paul's at nine fifteen. I knew him well enough to know he expected me to be late just to give him a chance to show me he meant business. (I'd do anything) He answered the door without speaking. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. When I turned around, Paul was standing right in front of me. "Strip!" he said in that serious tone I had grown to expect when he got this way. I did as instructed knowing better than to question his order. Paul would never physically force me to do as he said, but he would withhold sex. I couldn't take that.
He led me into the living room where he had done some redecorating. Instead of the plush couch and chair, the maple coffee and matching end tables, Paul had installed a piece of gymnastic equipment I can only describe as a long chin up bar. Mounted on two wide bottom wooden bases and a pair of four by four pillars at least nine feet tall. The two were separated by two eight foot poles that extended through holes about six inches from the top and bottom of the pillars. At the middle of the top pole, about three feet apart, were two c-clamps with a very short lengths of chain dangling from each. The whole thing looked rather ominous.
Frightened and excited, I stood directly beneath the c-clamp and looked up at the pole I was sure was about to be an intricate part of my evening. When I felt Paul strapping something to my wrist, I didn't bother to look down. I just closed my eyes and waited for him to finish. The heavily padded leather restraints on my ankles left no doubt in my mind about what he was planning.
He made me sit at the top of a step ladder facing the clamps. One leg at a time, he clamp my ankles to the chains secured to the clamps. He lifted me onto his shoulder, moved the ladder with his foot, and lowered me beneath the bar so I was hanging upside down, naked, with my legs wide open. To make matters worse, instead securing my hands behind me as I expected, he tied them together as they dangled down and then pulled the rope taunt as he tied it to the lower bar. I was scared to death.
Paul wasted no time in beginning his torture regiment. He started by spanking me with his hand. This was only the second time he used his hand to spank me. He only hit me a few times - ten or twelve - still, my ass ached as much as it ever did. When he stopped so soon, I became concerned about what was next.
I could still feel Paul behind me, but I had no idea what he was up to. When I felt his fingers dancing through my arm pits, my whole body tensed. The last thing I expected was for him to tickle me. It was something we had never gotten into before. Well, he was into it now. He was giving me more than I could stand. I struggled against the binds knowing it was no use, but my body responded on its own.
Paul was relentless in his assault on my tender underarms. He would run his index fingers up and down until I managed to settle into the rhythm, then he would go all out with all fingers making me buck widely in attempt to get away from his attack.
Tears were streaming from my eyes by the time he stopped. I was gasping for breath and panting with relieve. Paul moved around in front of me where I could see him. He reached into a box and pulled out a long, stiff feather. When he walked toward me with it, I pleaded for mercy. He acted like I hadn't said a word. He moved behind me and began tickling my ribs and ass. Although it was no way near as intense as his fingers on my under arms, I still had to wiggle uncontrollably. It was such a soft sensation, it wrangled every nerve in my body.
To this point, the only sounds I had made were a constant moaning, groaning, and whimpering accompanied by heavy breathing. However, when Paul pulled back my foreskin and put that plume to the head of my dick, I was overcome with a sensation so intense, I thought I would piss in Paul's hand. A deep, guttural "Oh my goodness!!" escaped my lips so loud it made even Paul snicker.
I thought my erection was as full as could get. Paul's continuous circling of the head had me stiffing more and more with each turn of the feather. I started whimpering with the intense stimulation. I wanted it to stop, but I knew that it wouldn't. Paul never stopped until he had taken me as far as he could. And this was the most unbearable pleasure I have ever encountered. It was a hundred tiny tongues stroking me all at once. "Oh shit!" It feel so damn good. He switches to a back and forth, sawing motion that took the sensation to a new level. The urge to pee kept getting stronger and stronger. I tightened every muscle in my body to prevent that from happening. My erection kept getting harder. My dick felt like it wanted to explode. I couldn't tell if I was going to pee first or cum. But I wanted to cum and I wanted it more and more with each touch of the feather. The pulsation's of my penis were so rapid I knew the cum would come soon. My nuts tightened and I knew it would happened soon.
He stopped. Just when I finally reached the point of release, he stopped. I screamed "NOOOOOOOO!! Oh no! Please don't stop now. I was just about cum. Please let me cum. Plee ..." An extremely hard slap on my ass ended my pleas. Still, I was as hard as stone and itching to reach climax, still throbbing and bouncing to the rhythm of my heart beat.
Paul grabbed my ass cheeks with a cruel grip and spread them till I could feel the air caressing my flexing anus. I strained my neck to look behind me and was just able to see he had the feather in his mouth. He leaned in so the feather rub against my ass hole. Again I was engulfed by extreme pleasure the quill created, but it was far less intense than when it was under my foreskin, so I was able to cope with this very easily. That being the case, Paul didn't spend much time there.
I felt the feather on my thighs and managed to hold on to my desire to react. As Paul continued to the back of my knees and my calves, I continued to keep still and quiet. It was when the feather first brushed my feet that I lost my resolve and was again begging for mercy. Hearing me plead pleased Paul so much, he set the feather aside and went at my feet with his fingers. This was worse than anything. Hanging upside down and stretched out as I was, I was sure this attack would have me pissing on myself. Under the circumstances, most of my urine was destined to run into my own face. The humiliation would have been the ultimate. There was nothing I could do to stop it so I let go and allowed myself to respond to the torment I received. I screamed out loud and very loud. Shortly, I was laughing so hard, it was hard to breath. I was blinded by tears and deafened by my own ecstatic wail.
Evidently, this was what Paul had wanted because after a few minutes of listening to me chortle uncontrollably, Paul said, "Ah, yes. Good." and ended the ordeal.
After a good paddling, as usual, Paul was preparing to let me down when I made a request. I didn't know I was going to say it until it was said. "Make me cum! Please, Paul. I want to cum!"
Paul laughed and asked, "And how would you like for me to accomplish that? Jack you off? Suck you off? Hey! I know!" He picked the feather up off the floor, grabbed my dick, and slid the foreskin back like he had done before.
"No! Please! Not that! Its too excruciating." I had endured this once and really didn't think I could handle it again. Paul snickered and began making circles around the head of my dick with the feather. Once again the tears were running and I was feeling that intense sense of pleasure once more. That urge to pee or cum, I wasn't sure which, engulfed me again. I cried and whimpered knowing that a plea for mercy would fall on deaf ears.
Much sooner than before, I felt those strong pulsation's again and knew I was reaching the point of release. As much as I wanted this assault to end, I prayed he would continue until I shot the more than massive load I was sure had built up inside me. When I felt my balls tighten with the impending orgasm, I wondered if Paul would stop as he had before. When he didn't, I tried to relax and let it happen.
I could feel the hot fluid working its way up the shaft of my dick. Normally, it would have moved much faster, but with the feather, it moved very slow. This meant that what usually took a matter of seconds would take that much longer. My sperm oozed out of me so slow I felt like my whole body was in a state of slow motion with the pleasure center hitting a level not meant for mortal man.
Suddenly I could feel Paul's tongue licking the tip of my dick as I came and came and came. He started sucking to keep up with the quantity of my ejaculation. It poured out of me so heavily, it was like liquid energy draining from me. I had nothing left in me when the pulsation's subsided. I passed out just as my incredible orgasm ended.
When I woke up, I was lying in Paul's bed. Looking at the clock, I knew I had only been out a short time. I looked at Paul. "That was unbelievable." I said in a whisper which was all I could muster.
Paul just looked at me for a while, then said, "I didn't realize you were that ticklish. How long do you think I'd have to tickle your feet before you'd piss on yourself?" I knew this question was just another one of his challenges, so I didn't answer. I figure he and I both would know the answer soon enough.
 
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