Welcome to the Holiday edition of Wednesday Briefs. This week's prompts all pointed to the holiday, besides which I am absolutely overflowing with goodwill toward men. So in the spirit of the season, my muse and I wrote this little story using the prompts red, darkness, and heat... there's also a surprise.
If you're wondering about Majak and Rasvim, they'll be back in two weeks.
If you're wondering about Majak and Rasvim, they'll be back in two weeks.
Please stop by the other Wednesday Briefs bloggers linked at the end of this post to read more fun holiday tales!
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Unwrapped
The human gifts arranged around the tree were
volunteers. I had signed up weeks ago and filled out the questionnaire,
checking off a list of Nice and Naughty I would or would not allow. In exchange
for a guaranteed minimum bid of $50,000 to go to my designated charity, I would
be some mystery man’s early Christmas present to himself.
I had belonged to the Club for a year since securing
sponsorship by a family friend who was also one of the city’s most respected
dominants. Stewart had introduced me to the Club’s BDSM-minded patrons, trained
me, and showed me off. The Christmas Party Auction was my formal debut as a
submissive.
So there I was, kneeling on an oversized red velvet tree
skirt with a candy-cane striped cock-ring tight around my package and gum-drops
adorning the bars through my nipples. My ass displayed a twinkling
jewel-knobbed butt plug that filled it and already had me desperate to be
fucked. Top that off with a big red ribbon and glittery bow and I was
gift-wrapped. On the other side of the room, near the bar, a string quartet
contributed a cheery rendition of “God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen.” Every so
often one of the guests would stop to stand over me and my cock would ache and
bead pre-come with anticipation that maybe the mystery man was the one. The
auction itself was silent, anonymous bids written down on numbered sheets.
I quivered when a hand cupped my shoulder and someone leaned
near to say, “Come with me. You did well, Carson. Someone bid a cool half million
to sample you for one night.” Master Stewart’s voice was warm and approving. I
could barely wrap my head around the number. The Gay Alliance Health Fund was
going to be singing Hallelujah at the donation.
Despite my jubilation, I knew better than to speak. The man
who had won the bidding for me might be watching.
“He wants you in these.” Master Stewart wrapped fleece-lined
leather cuffs around each of my wrists and buckled them, then moved my arms
behind my back and snapped my wrists together. I strangled a groan of pleasure.
Bondage had been on my list of Nices. I’d even put a star beside it. “Good
boy,” Stewart murmured. His hand pressed on my back, lending reassurance. I
wondered if he knew the man and decided he probably did.
Master Stewart wrapped a warm coat around my shoulders and
helped my feet into slippers. Guided by his sure hands, I walked out of the
Club and was bundled into a limo. He rode with me, then walked me through a
garage and up an elevator. He left me kneeling on soft carpeting in front of
another tree. By the smell, I knew this one was real. Spots of red,
green, blue and gold danced before my eyes—Christmas lights winking through my blurred vision.
Moments after Stewart departed, a door opened and my
benefactor approached. I was prepared when he stopped beside me and ran his
fingers through my hair. I have my mother’s hair—dark brown, thick and wavy—and
my father’s blue-gray eyes. With my arms bound behind my back, my chest pushed
out, offering gumdrop bejeweled nipples. He found one and wiggled a gumdrop. A
cascade of pleasure rolled through my chest and down my spine, prompting a
whimper from my parted lips.
“You like that?”
“Yes, Sir.” I had agreed I would call this man Sir for the
night.
He must have reached down his other hand, too, because now he
gave both nipples a tug. I gasped and my cock strained against its candy cane
restraint. Perhaps he noticed, because he did it again. “You’ve been looking
forward to this, too, I see.” He sounded older, his voice smooth and educated,
like a professor’s, each word spoken with such precision I melted on the spot.
My cock was leaking, hot, and hard.
He put his hand between my shoulder blades and gently
pushed. I obeyed the silent command, leaning forward until my face rested on
the floor. The position presented my cuffed arms for his perusal, I had a bow
tied around my neck, and my bare-naked ass was on display. My cock had been
hard since the doors had opened at the party and now ached like never before. I
was this man’s gift… his present… and the anticipation had me vibrating like a
guitar string.
Pleasure jolted me again when Sir found the glittery knob of
my holiday butt plug. He took hold, moving it slowly in a circle that tested
both my preparation and my ability to keep from howling like a queen in heat as
the bulb within stimulated my prostate. I didn’t even know this man and I
wanted him. I had put myself up for auction just so I could experience the
delicious servitude of being a slave, a gift, something to be played with and
used.
Like the way Sir played with my ass, deliberately rotating
the plug while his fingertips lightly stroked my balls and drove me straight to the
edge. I was primed to be fucked, now and hard… and he knew it.
“Not yet,” he chuckled, and I held back a sob at being
denied release. “I’m going to savor every minute of my time with you, little
toy.”
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UNWRAPPED © 2012 by Tali Spencer. No reproduction
without permission.
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Because this is a Wednesday Briefs story, I am constrained by the rules to post no more than 1,000 words. Yes, someone actually counts them. But I don't see the point in posting the rest of a Christmas story after Christmas, so... I am putting up the rest of the story in two more installments: one at midnight tonight and the other at midnight the following night. Merry Christmas!
Also, do take a peek at all the other Briefer's stories. Better believe I'm checking them out.
Thanks for reading!
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Thank you for not making us wait.
ReplyDeleteMy pleasure. Consider it a holiday gift. :)
DeleteThis story sounds yummy. :D Can hardly wait for the rest. :)
ReplyDeleteAnd you won't have to wait long! :)
DeleteGood lord - I love BDSM, even if it's only 1K! Look forward to opening my own personal present the next few days. *g* Thanks, Tali, for your talent. Definitely a gift! -Shira
ReplyDeleteI love BDSM, too. Haven't written any for publication, but not because I lack confidence about the subject. I know the ropes. :) Thanks so much for the compliment! And yes, the story is meant as a present for the people who follow me. :D
Deleteooh, cheater! Not that I won't be here the second I see the updates, lol! A very ... excited story beginning. Great job! I enjoy bdsm stories where both partners are really into it and seemingly anonymous can be just as great as relationship dom/sub interactions. I love the holiday body décor!
ReplyDeleteOh, body decor! I LOVE decorating things, including men. :) I write a lot of non-consent and dubious consent, because the dynamic is complicated and fascinates me, but I absolutely adore the interactions between adults who embrace their kink.
DeleteThree nights in a row? It's like A Christmas Carol!!
ReplyDeleteOh my gosh... had I thought of that, I might have riffed off on the theme! :) Hope you enjoy the story.
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