Oh my god, the pounding blood as it rushes to my brain creates a massive dizzy spell. My head swims with unnerving excitement, reacts negatively. My stomach turns flip flops, I break into an uncontrolled sweat. Nausea overcomes me, all I want to do is to crawl onto the floor, make my way to the bathroom toilet and die there.
Tags lips remove from mine as quickly as they had come. Breathless and very ill feeling, I wrestle against the ties that bind me. Struggles upon the bindings are swiftly followed by the tearing sound of my restraints. Life rushes to my extremities, tingling sensation in my fingers, toes, almost unbearable as it rushes past the indentations of my flesh caused by the restraints. Involuntarily, my body reacts to the rush of sensation. My legs are stretched out, back arches to counter the cramping. A hand is placed under my chin, raising my face.
Before me stands physical perfection, a bulging mound of manhood barely hidden beneath well worn faded denim attempting to contain its forbidden treasure. My eyes lift, trace the texture, contour of fabric until I am no longer able to lift my eyes further. The lids that protect my eyes become a hindrance, obscure further assessment of my tormentors form. I scream loudly as possible but only a muffled whimpering sound escapes. My mouth is jam pack filled with filthy, sweat soaked fabric to the point that my jaw aches. I yearn for freedom.
Tears fill my eyes, feels the paper thin blue jean encased bulge rub gently against the tip of my nose. An acrid scent of unwashed musk permeates my senses. My penis instinctively swells, pulses, throbs, animalistic desires drives me to dry hump the leather saddle I am bound too. Tags manhood continues to be forced against my face over my squinting eye lids, forehead, then it pushes forcefully against my overstuffed mouth.
I groan, whimper like a child in need of a suckling breast. Fingers are forced within the corners of my stretched lips. Fabric that had kept me nearly silent is ripped from my mouth with such force that it draws breath from deep within my throat, followed by a great gasp. Chocking, sputtering, hacking for oxygen ensues. Torrents of spit runs out of my distended lips as if a faucet had been left in the open position. Long strings of saliva stretch from my bloated lower lip, makes its way to mingle into a small pool of glistening froth below me.
I desire the feel of Tags sculpted torso beneath my wandering fingertips. I smell his scent as it seeps from beneath the denim captivity. His torso, now stripped of fabric, his glistening skin drenched with perspiration glistens upon his chiseled form. My eyes burn with desire as they attempt to absorb every inch of the unholy godlike creature which taunts me. Slowly he moves, his abs tighten, he leans over me.
"Say it, say it and I'll free you and all of your fantasies can become reality."
