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Click hereI shivered when I looked at the first couple he handed me, and then I did a double-take. "That's Richard," I said. "And . . . and that's Jack."
"Yes, that's my son, Jack." Both of them were decked out in black leather in the photos—chest harnesses, trousers with crotch flaps, boots, leather straps around their wrists and biceps. And, from photo to photo, they had elements of sexual torture in their hands: whips, switches, rods, dildoes, what have you.
The setting wasn't the photo studio I had already been in. It was a chamber with stone walls and floor. Several pieces of sexual torture equipment featured in the photos: and X-frame, stocks, some sort of rack, that spread-eagled the victim. And the victims were all the same sorts of young men that had been in the earlier photo—all nude. In some photos, Richard or Jack were working the young man over; in others, they were beyond that and were fucking the bound man.
So, the third level of this spiral down they wanted me to take was into extreme fetish.
I turned as to leave the shop, but the opening of a door at one side of the shop arrested my attention. Richard, decked out in his sexual torturer costume, was standing by the door. He held a still camera in one hand and a video camera in the other. Beyond the open door, standing in the other room at the top of an iron spiral staircase that descended to somewhere below this level, stood Jack, also decked out as he was in the third-box photos.
Jack beckoned to me. With a shudder, I took a step toward him, spiraling down all the way.
- COMMENTS
Pureotica11 months agoAs erotica, this is too far from my preferences to judge it fairly on its own terms. I won't speak at all to that aspect. That's not a criticism. I try to be quiet in subjects where I'm inadequately informed.
As artistic expression, the prose is gorgeous, and the piece rings with, for lack of more precise term, authenticity. The prose has a cadence that's almost musical. I really enjoyed that aspect of it. I hope it does well in the contest.
Best regards, Pure.
MarcLuciFer11 months agoI found this to be one of the HOTTEST stories you've ever written. I not sure which of the many boxes you checked off in me pushed this over the edge, but over the edge I went. David's downward spiral took me right along with him. At his age I would have been doing exactly the same thing, even now, more years away than I care to admit, I doubt I'd be able to resist doing whatever Jack and Richard wanted. From Jack's description, being the type of man I always fell for at David's age, he would have definitely owned me. So, now that you've got me sitting here drooling from my mouth and my cock while thinking that ten times five *s isn't enough for this story, I have a few questions. Is this the end? Are you going to leave what happens to David in that room up to me? Or was this a tease that leads into a second chapter? I'm really hoping it's the third and right now so is my hard cock.
DevonCowboy11 months agoIt would have taken very little persuasion for me to have spiralled down when I was David's age. In fact I could easily spiral down right now for Jack and Richard!
