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Kevin

      My blessed beauty of a darkened night.

      When I met Gabriel, I thought he answered all of my psychic questions, and the physical shit; he was a good fuck. Beyond two thousand, however, I found someone better.

      Kevin was my opposite, sex is private and erotic, not blatant and pornographic. He's discreet shy and shallow; I'm open aware and gay. The only thing about us that was the same was our homosexuality, our style and our sexual prowess.

      Kevin can fuck like a wild horse on speed and last as long as the "energizer bunny" .

      What about Gabriel you ask, well he blew his brains out, no really he found a better fuck than me. I had learned about his whorehood on the net (the internet, for those of you who still belong to the '70s or '80s), cause I'm a digital-queen.

      Anyway, I met Kevin at The Basement, this really awesome SM palace and vampire lounge. I'm there with Lady Nichole, she's this fucked up dominatrix, I know she was one of Dominique's slaves who "graduated". Nichole is a bitch, but she's fun to nag. So I'm there pretending to be her slave with the leash and everything.

      Kevin walks up to us, and something in his eyes reminded me of William, something strong and dark. I knew something was up with him, cause Nichole began to act really "queer". He just stared down at her until she started to look away, he grabbed my leash from her hand and walked away dragging me along, she didn't say a thing.

      As I tried to get up, cause walking on all fours in a bar is a little more humiliating than you may think, he turned and slapped me across the face, hard too. I looked at him puzzled for a while then got back down and dogged after him. Most of the time he choked me, because I couldn't crawl fast enough. This was quite arousing. We got out of the club and walked down Saint-Laurent, still on all fours to the Metro station, down the escalator and in to the Metro, always on all fours. My hands and knees were cut and my back ached. The Metro car was empty, but he forced me on my hands and knees anyway. He sat on my back for the ride to Berri.

      Then he let me stand and walk out with him. When we got to street level, I was back on all fours. We walked to his apartment, once there he sat on the couch placed my face on his crotch and said: "you'll get this once you clean me," and believe me that I didn't understand what he meant by this.

      He let go of the leash so I could move a little more freely, my neck hurt and the choker had cut itself into my skin (though this hasn't been the first time it's happened). He got up and I removed his overcoat and placed it nicely on a chair, then removed his jacket and placed it down, then removed his T-shirt and folded it on the chair.

      He said: "start cleaning." I asked stupidly: "with what?" "Your tongue," he replied quite sharply with a hard choking tug of the leash. Now I don't know if any of you have ever given a tongue bath or received one, but you've got to have a wet tongue and I was parched. So I asked for some water and he pointed to the dog dish on the floor. My stomach turned once (no maybe twice).

      He kicked me hard in the butt with his steel toe, to hurry me along. I drank from the bowl. Then began to lick his body giving special attention to his wonderful smelling armpits. God, do I love the smell of a white man's sweat. He was the first non-drag who had his armpits shaven, though I've also met some drags who have more hair there than Madonna. Anyway to make a long lick short, I licked him from head to toe, except his boxers which he left on. He even made me lick his ears, but not the nose. Actually when thinking of it, the only hair on his body was his eyebrows and his goatee, kind of like Anton Szandor LaVey but scarier.

      He told me to sit in the bitch position and wait. He walked to his worktable and came back with a ritual knife. (I know this seems a little extreme but if you've read the previous pages then none of this should surprise you; but if it does, and I mean it really does, then go stick a screwdriver up your small little puckered up ass.)With which he carved a small ruin into himself that bled and he kneeled before me and pushed my face into it and like usual I licked it up hungrily, until the taste sickened me. My face was covered in his blood.

      He went around the room lighting black candles, and closing the lights and drapes. His form now became an eerie, ghostly sight. He returned to me and pulled me up with the choker, choking me in the process. When I was standing, he ordered me to disrobe, entirely, leaving only the choker. Which I did. He kneeled and examined my genitals, telling me that tomorrow he'd have my cock pierced, he said I couldn't see him naked until I had at least six piercings, below my neck. I already had two, both nipples.

      I slept at his place that night, in his bedroom, beside his bed, on the cold floor, even his dogs were better treated then me. His dogs' Fenriz and Dracula slept in the bed beside him. He woke me up the next morning by pulling hard on the choker again. My body ached from head to foot, my knees were bruised, my hands were cut and I could barely stand up straight cause my back hurt so much.

      That morning he shaved me and told me about my routine for our life together. I ate what he served me, and this would be the only time he'd ever serve me, and then we went to his friend's house.

      When we reached Alistair's place, Kevin pulled the choker and ordered me to walk on all fours again. Alistair was sitting half naked on his couch watching Happiness in Slavery. Alistair was a well-built kind of an attractive guy, he had a tattoo that went up the right leg all the way to the back of his head and he had more piercings then I could count.

      Kevin led me to a chair where I sat and looked around. Then Kevin pulled down my leather pants and he and Alistair put on some latex gloves. Then Alistair pulled out a needle and I passed out (you see I don't like needles, no I really don't like needles, if I had the choice sticking a needle in my leg of shooting myself with a gun, I'd probably shoot myself).

      By the time I woke up it was dark outside and my body felt kind of numb and cold, I looked at my prick and saw barbell protruding through the head (cool!). There was also just above my crotch was a tattoo, the same one that Kevin had on his arm, apparently I just became his property.

      Oh yeah, he also pierced my navel, I carefully put on my pants and shirt and wandered into the living room were Kevin was watching Ministry's in Case You Didn't Feel Like Showing Up. He turned to me and said: "We're going home now," he put the choker back on and we went back to his place.

      The next morning I awoke again to pain, this time from all over my body, especially from the tattoo on my lower stomach. I had to start my routine at four o'clock in morning, which I have now been doing for the last four years: it starts with walking his dogs, then quietly washing myself, then putting out his clothes and kneeling in the corner of his room until he wakes up.

      When he awakens, I prepare his breakfast and eat whatever is left. I am not allowed to wear any clothes when were alone in the apartment, except the choker, and when we have guests I'm only allowed to wear my leather pants and leather vest. He punishes me from time to time when I do something wrong, or act the wrong way in public, or because he feels like it. Some of his punishments include spanking me, or whipping me with his belt, or a whip.

      Two months into the relationship, I realised that some of his punishments could be more severe. It happened while he was spanking me, well you see, I came all over his pants and that didn't make him very happy. He locked me in a small dark empty closet for I guess nearly twelve hours, I don't remember much cause I must have blacked out a couple of times. Some of his other harsher punishments included: tying me up with duct tape and locking me in the closet, taking a freezing cold bath in the winter, or the more humiliating one was making me walk on all fours by Dracula or Fenriz, in public, during the day.

      I didn't get to see him naked until Candlemass of two thousand and two. This was when I received my second dick piercing, this fifth ring was on my scrotum sack. That night he pulled out his cock, a menacing mother fucker, the four barbells glittered in the candlelight. He shoved it into my mouth and began to fuck my face, pushing his cock all the way up to his balls, it felt as if his cock was driving down into my stomach. After a couple of minutes he came and pulled out of my mouth.

      He got dressed and said that I would need to be punished for making him cum so quickly, he locked me in the damp, dark, cold closet for about sixteen hours. When he came to let me out, he noticed that I needed to be punished again, this time for peeing all over the closet floor. This punishment was more severe: he forced me to wash it out while he pissed on me and told me to clean that up as well. It took me two days of cleaning to get it done; I wasn't allowed to wash myself during this period, leave the apartment, or eat more then what the dogs left in their dinner bowls, after they were asleep.

      I've learned in recent years how to avoid punishment. I've learned how to hold him from cumming. During this time, I've also fallen in love with him; I have learned that there are people who are superior then others, and I have learned to respect them, but Kevin is the only one I will listen to.

The Orgy

      For my twenty-eight-birthday, Kevin forced an incredible gift upon me. He took me to The Basement and introduced me to Rolf, a real Aryan kind of guy. Rolf was about my height, with that Berlin-skinhead look in his eyes. I waited as they talked for a while, Kevin kissed him on the cheek and said let's go.

      Rolf took us to the industrial district, a really creepy place. Somewhere where a guy could get rape and no one would ever know about it (and I'd felt something nasty in the air). Anyway we got into this building by the service entrance, inside there were lighted candles, an old desk, and nine more skins.

      I can tell you that if Kevin wasn't with me, my pants would have been full of shit instead of a hard cock. I took a closer look, and by their response I could tell they were all gay, horny, and knew what was happening, unlike me, who stood on the end of Kevin's leash, like a dog waiting to be fixed.

      Something to note: Most of these guys were cute, but not all, actually some were ugly enough to make shit seem appealing (unless you're a coprophage, then I guess...oh forget it). I won't dwell on their terrifying memories. I had the idea that I was going to be their treat for the night, which actually was my treat, a good old-fashioned gang bang, every gay boys' darkest phantasy. The really scary part was that I'd be soon naked in front of all these guys.

      I've been naked before hundreds of guys (some say thousands), but not so many at once. I was really anxious, Rolf introduced me to each of them and I felt two things: first I felt like I was a general inspecting his "troops" and second I felt like a "fruit" that you want to squeeze to see if it's ripe, actually the last guy Rolf introduced me to, Mark, squeezed by balls quite hard and smiled, he was one of the ugly ones, and I prayed silently that his cock was cleaner than his face.

      Kevin spoke up, telling them they could all fuck me but only on his terms, and if anyone misbehaved, he would leave and take me with him. So one after the other "came to fuck me, or suck me, or forced their cocks in me, and one actually wanted me to fuck him."

      I had learned something that I had always expected, ugly guys have small pricks; Mark's was about half the average (from what I believe the average is between 5"-6". I'm slightly above average, hey I'm not God, yet), and he wasn't very clean, though it didn't stink, it still left a bad taste in my mouth.

      One other thing, Kevin and Rolf had ordered them not to cum if they could, which left me wanting, and both of them stood watching fully dressed (how sad). A couple of them filled my butt and I choked on another, so that was cool, but not enough. I know I exploded once or twice thanks to Daniel's mouth work. Daniel wasn't as cute as Rolf, but he had strong eyes and he was, of course, clean. Daniel had a scar on his butt that was sensitive to my tongue, so I had made full advantage of it.

      After everyone was finished with me, Kevin made me stretch out on the desk and told the guys to surround me. Then ordered them to cover me in their life's essence. I looked around seeing nine guys jacking off at different speeds. All those hard cocks of different sizes pointed right at me, just waiting to explode. I jerked myself off with anticipation, I could see a smile spread across Kevin's face. The first guy to cum pointed his cock at me and sprayed cum all over my stomach. The second guy got my face all wet. Then it started to really fly out and I couldn't tell which was which. All I remember was that my face got totally covered, more than I'd have ever had on it, and I had a lot of cum on my face. I got it in my mouth, as well of course, in my hair and all over my belly and crotch, but most of the guys aimed for my face, the darlings.

      The only guy who didn't cum was Daniel, he stood there slowly stroking his cock and waited. After the shower ended, I watched as Daniel picked up a glass off a counter table and shot his load into it. Then he came up to me and said: "Drink up."I sat up and he walked up to me putting the glass to my mouth I bent my head back and opened my mouth while he poured it contents down my throat.

      I had a strange feeling that the night was only beginning. As I sat there, I realized that they were all fading into the darkness, and my clothes were nowhere to be seen. I heard the door lock, and the screams and laughter of dozens of hungry "dogs". I saw a skin come out of the darkness, dressed only in his boxers. The looks in his eyes made me get up and run.

      I hadn't realized how cold the floor was on my nude feet until now, and I almost stumbled from the shock. I couldn't hear him behind me and I didn't know the dimensions of the building. I ran right into Kevin, he stood there and pushed me hard on the cement floor. I felt a deadening pain in my knee. I sat there looking up at him as a skin tackled me, pushing my face onto the ground.

      As he held me down, I could feel another one struggling to get his cock in my ass, then someone pushing him off. They began to fight over who would fuck me, eventually no one was left holding me so I got up and ran (but where?).

      I followed the wall until I got to a door, I opened it and Daniel was standing on the other side, staring at me. I entered ready to embrace him, but two skins plunged from the darkness forcing me across a desk. They held me down at the neck, and I was able to catch a glimpse of Daniel smiling as he pulled his cock out of his pants. Then, after an eternity, the familiar pain of cock in my ass as he fucked me. One of the skins who held me down, started licking and kissing my face. Daniel ended his task with a loud grunt and a spray of warm liquid in my love hole.

      They pushed me to the floor walked out of the room and locked the door. I must have been in that room a couple of hours, though I'm not sure, eventually, a fully clothed, Daniel followed by Kevin and Rolf entered and they locked the door behind them.

      Kevin pulled out hand and ankle cuffs and had Daniel place them on me. They followed that by placing a thick opaque hood over my head, then placed me in a (what I believe) body bag, which they zipped close. I could feel myself being transported by truck to another location. I can tell you that I would have preferred to fly first class, instead of luggage but this was cool.

      In my head, I was imagining different possibilities of what was to come (pardon the pun), some of the ideas scared me. I wondered if I were going to be sacrificed to Satan [(or something worse, maybe that lady in the St-Laurent Metro, shudder the thought) you know I've always wondered about her, did she have kids? I mean other than her spawns, and if she wasn't cht..., did she know how ugly she was? Did she care? Or worse was she a prostitute who dressed up that way for a particular client? Maybe a redneck or a lumberjack -sick-]. Anyway I was dropped hard when we got to our new location.

      I didn't hear much except the crackling of a fire and some people laughing and talking. I heard the distinct sound of chains and the bag unzipping, the first face I saw was Rolf, with a huge grin spread across his face that reminded me of the Joker in Batman.

      He stood there, holding a chain that he attached to my choker. I looked at all the people and there were a few more than before, and I realized that I was still naked: hand and ankle cuffed with dry patches of sperm all over my body, which was extremely sore. Anyhow, I looked around to see a few familiar faces. Some were friends from The Basement and a few unfamiliar faces, they weren't all skins. I recognized four from The Sanctuary, a vampire club, and they were the scary ones.

      We were all in the middle of some forest, in the middle of nowhere, in the early morning hours of a damp October night. This all seems a little hard to believe right, well you're right, but it was a fun phantasy anyway. What really happened was Kevin chained me up in his sleeping bag and left me in his closet for about sixteen hours, after which I had to clean everything, the phantasy was a little more exciting though.

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