Sexual Solstice (15 page)

“Please don’t hurt me,” fake-cried the Sergeant, doing a very authentic effort to make his voice crack.

“I’ll have to take off your shirt if you don’t want me to hurt you.” Gillian reached up and undid the buttons, one by one, realising when she got to the bottom that she should have taken his shirt off before attaching him to the bars. “Shit, um, okay. I’m going to have to pull your shirt over your head and bring it close to your hands.

“Don’t hurt me Miss, please don’t hurt me or hurt my shirt. I just couldn’t bear to have to get another shirt.”

“And your tank-top. I’m going to have to take off your tank top. I don’t care how much you complain.” Gillian realized that much of her apprehension and arousal was due to the fact that she thought the Sergeant might just disappear, when it was obvious he was going nowhere.

“It’s my only tank-top, please don’t hurt my tank top.”

“Shut-up you wimp or I’ll have to give you something to cry about. Shit, my mother always used to say that, and it worked. Anyway shut up or I will give you the licking of your life.” Gillian started to giggle.

“A licking? You’re going to give me a licking?”

“You bet, now help me get this damn thing over your head.” Gillian hopped around trying to get the tank top over the Sergeant’s head, until finally it gave and rode up his thick arms to his hands. Gillian stopped for a moment to check out the Sergeant. “Holy shit! Look at you. What do you eat for breakfast? Stray dogs? Little Children? Dwarfs? God you are massive. You are a massive guy. You must be ashamed of your mass. I am going to make you pay for that too.”

“Please, please give me a licking, give me a good, good hard licking. Pinch me too. Pinch my nipples. I beg of you. I can’t bear to have you not touch me.”

Gillian could hear the truth of his desire in his voice. “You have to pay the price for being so big.”

“Forgive me ma’am, forgive me for being so massive. I can’t help it. I can’t help benching three hundred and fifty pounds, on a good day mind you, I can’t help it, it makes my chest feel good and big. And my three hundred pound squats protect me from bad people like you. Slap my chest if you have to. Slap my ass. And undo the cuffs and let me taste your nipples too.”

“You’re asking for it. I’m going to have to pull down your boxers you know. And I’m warning you that you are going to feel very vulnerable with your boxers down, and your wrists and ankles chained to the bars, because I might really have to try to set you straight you know. I might have to really punish you big time. And no way you’re touching my nipples.”

“Punish me? Gosh, what would you do?”

“I’ll tell you. First I would pull down your shorts, like this.” Gillian caught her breath and could not act out anything much for a few seconds at the sight of the Sergeants perfect and huge muscular butt and thick thighs. “Holy Jesus, would you look at that butt. Fuck, is all I can say. Wow. I’ll need a minute with this before I spank you silly.”

The Sergeant stood with his back to Gillian looking vulnerable with hands above his head and bare feet attached to the bars, pants around his ankles and shirts around his wrists. Gillian took a moment to rub her hands together, making sure they were warm, and then gently and softly tracing her fingers over the Sergeant’s firm and hairy butt. “Oh God this is––wow!”

“Please don’t spank me. Spankings are so painful especially when you use my belt to spank me.”

“Gee thanks.” Gillian reached down and pulled the Sergeant’s belt out of the belt loops. “I might have to tickle your feet while I am down here you know.

“Oh God, please no. I couldn’t bear it. I really couldn’t.” But the Sergeant presented the sole of one foot and then the other, the knuckles of his toes bent into the floor. Gillian took his massive feet and started tickling the soles, which, she realized, really was his weakness. The Sergeant grabbed the bars hard and growled low and deep to suppress the urge to scream at the top of his lungs, and laugh and wail. Gillian felt his body respond as she brought the Sergeant until her control. She put the belt into her mouth and then quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and tore it off. She got close to the Sergeant’s big legs to tickle his feet and to feel his massive body jerk and struggle under her command. He was as solid as a tree trunk and as vulnerable as a flower. “I’m just getting started Sarge. Don’t think this is a joke.” She continued to run her fingers the length of his feet slowly and lightly, forcing him to truly writhe in pain and pleasure. She ventured to look up from the floor to the Sergeant’s face but something massive blocked her view. She was taken by a semi-erect uncircumcised penis, that would put a pork tenderloin to shame. “Where the fuck were you hiding that?” she exclaimed. “Now you are in big trouble!”

Gillian took the belt in hand and stood behind the Sergeant and slowly and steadily started to tap the belt against his ass, until she noticed that he was sticking his as out for her to smack, and she understood it to mean that she should smack harder and harder. Slowly the sounds cracked on his ass, and he finally let out a deep roar.

“Was that to stop or go?” She asked.

“Oh fuck, what a release. You don’t know how long I have waited for someone like you. Keep going, harder, fuck, harder, harder.”

Gillian responded by standing farther away to let the belt get a healthy swing before meeting its corresponding target. “How’s that, you, you, you, fucking Sergeant!? Take that, and take it good!”

“Oh fuck.” Though the Sergeant’s knees went weak, Gillian didn’t let up. She was amazed at how his bum would tighten and then relax, with each strapping. And slowly as it started to redden, she wanted to stop but he cried, “more, more. I’ve been bad. I’ve been so very, very bad.”

Finally Gillian put down the belt and slapped his ass hard with her hand, which turned out to be a bad idea as it stung her palm and the Sergeant let out a surprising whoop. “There you go, you bastard, that’s what you get for not telling me about the anaconda between your legs.”

“Christ that stung!” And Gillian could tell he wasn’t lying, from the red handprint on the Sergeant’s ass.

“Well let me tell you: there’s more where that came from. You want torture? You’re going to get it, now get nice and close to those bars and don’t say a word!” Gillian took the belt, ran it around the Sergeant’s waist and attached it to the bars, leaving his hips pressed tightly against the bars and his cock shoved between them. She slipped her boots back on, giving herself substantial height and the leather look of a dominatrix. She was half dressed, her camisole loose now. She went through the entryway and came around the front of the Sergeant––the bars separating them from each other. “Get close I said, and keep that cock and those bull balls between the bars no question!” The Sergeant’s cock was still semi-flaccid, curving towards the floor, the head half shielded by the foreskin and gently growing and showing. “Eyes up! I want you to watch every single thing I do and if you so much as get the tiniest bit aroused I will––well I don’t know what I’ll do, but you can be sure it will hurt.”

Gillian stood in front of the Sergeant and started to play with the spaghetti straps of her lace camisole. She tugged at one, and then the other, sliding them over her shoulders to fall lightly. She gyrated, letting her hips lead the way. She lifted the rim of her camisole exposing her tummy and slowly lifted it higher and higher until she was aware the lower curve of her breast was showing. “Down boy,” she said. Warning the Sergeant that she meant it. But his member stirred noticeably. Gillian stopped her show and moved close to the Sergeant and slapped his cock, like it was being a horny, humpy, dog. The Sergeant tried to sound like he was in pain, but found the touch painfully arousing. “I said down!” Gillian barked, and slapped his cock again. She returned to her strip and pulled her camisole over her head. She took it and ran it lightly over the Sergeant’s cock, while he tried to pull away.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Sweet Jesus that is about the most stimulating thing I have ever endured. I can’t bear it, I just can’t. Please Miss, you’re not playing fair.”

“I’ll show you fair. She waved the silken fabric across his cock and up and down, while he writhed and tugged against the belt.

Then she stepped back and played with her nipples, running the tips of her fingers over the sensitive skin, and feeling the accompanying dizziness of accumulating arousal, all the while eyeing the Sergeant’s huge Silhouette in the dimly lit cell.

She went to her knees finally, and brought her face close to the Sergeant’s cock. “Please don’t suck my cock,” he cried. “I just couldn’t bear it. Please don’t suck my cock.” But it was too late, and Gillian’s tongue was touching the tip of the head protruding now even more. She licked the tip and tickled the soft skin on the underside of his cock with her fingers.

“You’re not playing fair,” the Sergeant said.

“Rules are rules.” She took the end of his large member in her mouth moving the foreskin back and forth over the tightening head. “Oh God I can’t bear it,” the Sergeant said, but it was Gillian who couldn’t bear it, every nerve ending between her thighs and up through to the top of her head was ready to burst. She got to her feet again and pushed her leggings and panties to mid thigh. She took the Sergeant’s cock and rubbed it against her breasts slowly, drinking in every sensation of touch and don’t touch. She turned and rubbed the Sergeant’s cock against the cheeks of her behind and snuggled it in between. “Oooooooooooh fuck!” he cried. “Jesus.” His shaft inflated to a full-fledged erection which he was unable to suppress further.

Gillian felt the restrained force of his manhood on her soft behind. The thought of having him inside her aroused, terrified and thrilled her all at the same time. But since she had him captive, she had every reason to continue using him as her playmate.

“Now you are asking for it buddy. Where the hell is that billyclub?”

“The desk, the desk dammit. Top drawer on the right.”

Gillian fetched the narrow stick. “This should do the trick!”

“Be gentle with me, please, please. I’m a tight fit! I just can’t take all this abuse.”

“I hope you’re telling the truth.” Gillian held the billyclub in front of the Sergeant, waving it this way and that, touching it delicately as if it were the Sergeant’s massive dick, and then stroking it up and down.

“Please, please, someone might come. And if you shove that up my ass, they’re sure to hear me squeal.”

Gillian went around behind the Sergeant, his erection had not let up, and now he started to gyrate his hips to create a feel-good friction with his shaft against the bars. “You’ll need some lube, my friend.” Gillian put the fantasy at bay for a moment for some practicalities.

“Hand cream. Top drawer. Centre. Hurry, please hurry.”

Gillian ran back to the desk and retrieved the hand cream. She slathered it on one end of the stick and took hold of the handle at the other end. “Now beg,” she said. “Beg like you don’t want me to fuck you with this until you cry like a baby, you big lug.”

The thought of putting the billyclub into the Sergeant’s behind was something that took some getting used to for Gillian. She remembered what Randy had said, and figured instinctively, for all the fun and wonderful sensation she would have, to take this one step at a time. She resolved to sound more furious than she could possibly be. She stroked the Sergeant’s ass cheeks with the billyclub taking in the view, the cheeks tensing and relaxing and tensing again. She could tell he was close to the peak of arousal, but wanted to have the experience of pleasuring his ass. She squeezed the cream onto the ends of her fingers and then ran them along the ridge of skin, slowly, from behind his cock, along his sphincter and up his crack. It wasn’t so bad, she thought, remembering she’d had her fingers up the dancers’ asses and managed to put a smile on their faces. Remembering Randy’s instructions she slid a finger up his crack and then applied pressure. In it went. “I thought you said you’re tight.” Gillian scolded. “If you lied to me I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to see straight.”

“Please, please don’t.”

“Here goes you mother fucker.”

The Sergeant cocked his ass as much as he could into the air to receive the billyclub. Gillian grinned at this he-man’s eagerness to be pleasured in such a way. “I see you’ve done this before.”

“No. No. Never before,” the Sergeant cried.

“Liar!” Gillian took the billyclub and gently pressed the end, spiraling the club as she pressed more and more firmly.

“Ooooooooh God! That is good, I mean oh so painful. No. No. Don’t hurt me please. Ooooooh fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes.”

Slowly Gillian inserted and partially withdrew the club, then in and out, in and out. She remembered Randy mentioning the prostate, behind the penis, and gently worked the club up and down in a pumping motion hoping to find the sweet spot. “Oh dear God,” the Sergeant moaned, “You’ve done this before. Ooooh. Ooooh. Right there, oh yeah right there mama!” Gillian left the stick in the Sergeant’s arse. “I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to climb on the other end,” and she let the handle slip between her legs and pulled herself close to the Sergeant. It was something she had never experienced before: a sensation of giving a man extreme pleasure while deriving the same, being so close to him, with his back to her.

“Oooh, now I can fuck you. Oh shit. Is it working? Is it in you? Am I fucking you?”

Gillian pressed her body close, sensing her breasts, stomach and thighs coming in contact with the hairy, massive body of the Sergeant. Soon Gillian was in the fog of her own kind of pleasure, riding the stick that was up the Sergeants ass. Gillian too, had no trouble finding her g-spot within. “I-I-I’m cumming, cried the Sergeant. OH FUCK YEAH! But Gillian was in her bliss. She could barely speak, let alone breathe. The Sergeant thrust his hips against the bars, his cock squeezing between them, and his ass contracting and releasing providing Gillian with a rhythm of her own. “I’m cumming too. Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” But the truth was that she had been quietly in a heightened state of orgasm for some minutes. Her face was flushed, as a fever passed through it like a sunny spot shining in from the clouds.