Switching Seth

Excerpt from: Switching Seth

The blindfold blocked the light of the bright, white room. Seth Carter found comfort and, in a strange way, security in the darkness. He tugged one of his wrists, but the half-hearted attempt was futile. Both hands were bound with nylon rope strung above his head. His thighs were cuffed, a spreader bar holding them wide apart. His feet were free, but the cool metal rod ensured a stance so wide, he wasn’t going anywhere. Excitement fluttered in his stomach.

He’d watched as the cuffs were fitted on his legs. Great care had ensured the perfect width spreader had been chosen. Seth had willingly extended his hands so rope could be knotted around them before they were pulled high into the air. Observing the bondage was part of the thrill. His cock had been erect, leaking pre-cum, by the time the blindfold appeared.

Something soft touched his bare buttocks. The whisper-light sensation brushed between his legs, teasing his balls. A feather? Seth inhaled as the delicate plumage circled his erection, the gentle caress almost more exciting than a whip.

He pressed his tongue against the ball-gag invading his mouth. He wasn’t usually gagged. His Master generally preferred his mouth free, ready and available to suck whatever the man desired. Once Seth’s hands were released and his body bent over a leather-padded sawhorse, he felt sure the rubber ball would come out. Something more interesting would go in. He knew his Master well. Anticipation was part of the pleasure for both of them.

The feather tickled his underarms before returning to his genitals, then it moved swiftly to the backs of his knees. His legs twitched, but he tried desperately to remain still.

Warm breath wafted over his ear. “If you move again, the next thing you feel won’t be a feather,” his Master promised. He froze, excitement at the prospect flooding through him. The light touch teased his calves, his forearms, the centre of his back. Whispery tendrils floated across his taut nipples, lingering at the one with the small, silver hoop piercing its tip. The feather moved away, keeping him off guard. Seth didn’t allow his body to twitch again. He took pride in obeying his Master’s every command.

“Very nice.”

The compliment rang in his ears. His Master didn’t lavish him with praise, but he did reward good behaviour.

A familiar, warm tongue slid across the back of his knee. It pressed a wet trail up his leg, skipped over the tight cuff that secured the stretcher bar and settled on the swell of his ass. Two hands pried his cheeks apart, and the tongue found a new target. Diving into his anus with little fanfare, the wet tormentor thrust deep, past the outer ring that made a brief attempt to force it out.

“Ah, such a tasty, little rosebud. But so naughty. Your sphincter thinks it has control over what goes into your body. That’s funny.” His Master chuckled.

Seth quickly relaxed his anal muscles but knew it was too late. He’d be punished for not maintaining better control. The idea sent thrilling shivers of anticipation down his spine.

His Master’s strong hands pried his cheeks apart more firmly. The persistent tongue drove deep then pulled out, licking along the crease of his ass. One hand went away, but the other spread out, pulling him open. A finger rimmed his anus and pressed in, circling and stretching the hole. “We’ll show that wayward little muscle who’s in control. You’re getting the monster tonight.”

Seth tingled inside, imagining the dildo in his mind. Thick and black, like his Master’s enormous cock, the monster was unnaturally huge. Used improperly, it could tear the rectum of its recipient. Seth wasn’t worried. He was horny as hell and, in the position he was in, there was no hiding that fact.

“Ah, your cock jumped when I told you I was going to fuck you with the monster. You’re such an ass slut. You want it bad.” His Master’s finger tugged the ring of Seth’s waiting anus, stretching it, widening it even more.

Seth groaned into the gag. He did want it bad. He only wished he could watch.

Another finger joined the first, coating his hole with globs of cool, slick lube. The digits were thrust in and out repeatedly.

He lost count of how many fingers were inside him. All Seth felt was warm pressure, heat—and the pre-cum dripping down his shaft and onto his thigh.

The cool, rubber tip taunted him when the monster replaced the fingers. The knob felt huge sliding between his cheeks, pressing against his stretched hole. Master worked it so gently, the beast slipped right in. See-sawing pressure allowed the dildo to fill him slowly to the hilt and, it seemed, beyond. Seth groaned again, straining for control.

“Damn, this looks nice. A huge black cock forced between your smooth, white, ass cheeks, filling your hole with its gigantic girth.” Master tapped it in firmly.

Seth felt nothing but the dildo.

He heard the click of a camera. Master is taking pictures of the giant rod in my ass! It was almost enough to make him shoot his wad right then.

The dildo moved, Master returning to toy with his slut, working it in and out slowly. “You look fucking hot. I’m going to enlarge this photo so you can jack me off to it. I might even let you jack yourself off. You’ll want to when you see the monster in your ass.”

Seth revelled in the pleasure of his Master’s hand on his back while the other fucked him steadily, mercilessly.

“I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to release your hands and bend you over the horse. I want to fuck that sweet ass myself.” Master eased the dildo out. “Of course, I need to give you a minute to shrink back to size. Your anus is so wide open, I could fist you right now, and it wouldn’t hurt.”

His ass felt naked, empty, the air wafting around it cool when the warmth of his Master’s body next to him disappeared. One at a time, Seth’s hands were untied, and he was forced to waddle forward until his stomach touched smooth leather. He bent, his head down, ass in the air. Each wrist was attached to a leg of the sawhorse. The rubber ball gag was removed from his mouth and, as expected, an erect cock slipped in.

“Suck it, slave. Make it wet and slick so it can slam inside you like the monster did.”

Seth sucked his Master’s cock hungrily. It already tasted salty from pre-cum. He knew his Master was extremely aroused, like he was.

“Good, yes. That’s so good.” A hand pressed the back of his head, urging him to take more.