Darksome call

Darksome call
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'The eye of the master will do more work than both his hands.'
-Benjamin Franklin

I didn’t know whether this was right what I wanted to do now. But I couldn’t live like that any longer.
Anyway I had been lucky that my three companions had believed what I had made them believe all the time.
They saw me as the male whore who did nothing but fucking women all day long.
But in fact, I hadn’t even had one single fuck until now.

So now I was sitting on the bed in this…weird room. It was very big and the walls were painted in black and red. It looked like an attic flat because the ceiling was coming down a bit where it met the wall to my left.
Black curtains were drawn close in front of the high windows but it was dark anyway because it was 10 p.m.

Candles and a big lamp to my right lit the room. It radiated a warm red light, it must have been a simple lamp but a red veil had been put over it so that it was cosier and not so bright.
The lady in front of me now asked me what I preferred and I told her about some things of which I could imagine they’d be interesting or which I’d certainly like. She wrote them down, put the sheet of paper on that bedside table with a smile and then told me to lie down.

I complied with her command and the next moment I found myself chained to the bed. This alone gave me the thrills, the imagination of being confined to the bed and not being able to flee, whatever would be done to me, was enough to wake my cock.

“Just a minute, I’ll see what I can do.”
With that she left the room and it was silent then except for the chattering from downstairs which I was able to hear through the door. Dull and unclear but my Youkai senses let me hear it.
I felt a sting in my heart when I heard steps, someone coming up the stairs…this must have been my company for tonight.

Anyway, the final reason for doing this had been the fact that Hakkai had smiled at a lady after separating. We had decided to split up, continue living our own lives after spending so fucking much time with each other that we even knew about the other’s habits and peculiarities. Eventually drop each other a line when we maybe would get to know the address of the others…

But damn it, Hakkai had never done that during our journey and I had been flabbergasted when I saw him doing that. Hakkai, the one who had seemed to take absolutely no interest in the other gender… Just like I had pretended to only live for fucking women.
He had smiled at her and the next moment I found him walking away with her, I couldn’t believe it…
So I had to do something about my own shitty situation, it couldn’t be that I always only got my own hand on my cock instead of someone else’s on it.

And hell I’d have to get better in order to impress him…
As a bloody newbie in this genre I’d certainly suck at pleasing him and I’d only destroy what I had built up in hard work before.
I’d have to get some practice in this because I didn’t want to offend him with my clumsiness and since I sucked at smiling at men and women since I had secretly fallen in love with him there was only one way to get some experience.

I felt so excited and nervous that I now pulled on the chains to sit up and escape through the window because now that I knew that the man was coming and certainly doing what I had told the lady I didn’t feel like enjoying this anymore.

The door flew open and the man who should take care of me for this night entered.

“Gojyo!”

Big eyes and an open mouth were greeting me but I must have looked like the same. I was so perplexed that I nearly forgot to breathe, this had been the last person I had expected to walk through that door.
I couldn’t believe it, Sanzo was standing there…dressed in black, wearing high heels, very high heels, chaps and a wet-look chemise which looked awesome: It was so tight that I could see his hard nipples forming little black humps on the plain surface of his chest and the collar of it went up to his face just like the leather top he always used to wear during our journey.
His face was painted black, not much but I noticed his black framed eyes in the dim light. He also must have dyed his hair now in the meantime, black strands were shining through the golden ones…

And not that this was enough to make me gasp, he was wearing gloves, made of latex which went from his upper arm down to his fingers which were fully covered with the textile. I had loved to look at him when he had put down the robe and you could see his waist and arms but these gloves topped his arm warmers.
The nicest gimmick he had to offer was the lipstick, his lips were painted in such a deep black that they were teasing me to sit up and just kiss him.

“Sanzo…”, I finally gasped when I had overcome the first shock. This must have been a dream. Or the lady from before had planned to pull my leg.
He was still standing there in front of the bed and staring at me. Which made me conscious of that I was naked, stark naked and tied to the bed.
Exposed.
Everything visible, nothing hidden which should have been hidden while presenting my body to him for the first time with this intent.

He turned his head and looked through the floor. I bet it was as uncomfortable for him as it was for me.
Because I had seen now what he had decided to do with his spare time, which taste had come out on top and what he liked and loved.
The tip of the whip he had carried with him had touched the floor which had attracted my attention. His hand was shaking and he tried hard not to let his façade slip.

Did he think I despised him now because of this? Did he think I considered him as sick now? I was the one lying there chained to the bed and waiting to be ill-treated…
He looked up again and I was relieved when his look had changed, he didn’t look unconfident and surprised anymore but he was firmly glaring at me, telling me that he was going to do whatever was written on that paper.

What a coincidence…but this was the only establishment like that in this town and the proximity so I hadn’t had a choice. And since I was short of cash anyway I couldn’t afford a bus ticket to another town which was miles, much too many miles away than to be cheap to be got to.

From the day we had separated in this town I had been staying there, somehow trying to earn some money by gambling and really, just from time to time when it really became necessary to buy myself some bread and pay the room for the night I helped out in one of the cafés in this town. The people already knew me there and they treated me very friendly, sometimes when I desperately came to them they even let me sleep in one of the rooms they also let for the night for free…
It wasn’t such a bad life, it was just similar to the one I had used to lead before our journey had started. Well, this town was only a temporary solution anyway.

So now I had finally decided to let the ‘first time’ happen, have round one and get some proper experience in fucking.
And I had been really glad when they had told me that they not only had rooms where you could amuse yourself with some ladies but also one where you could let other people work and just had to sit back and enjoy.
I watched him going to the bed and taking the piece of paper to read about my personal strokes.

And I didn’t know what to feel when he started to smirk. He even read them out aloud.

“…Spanking…Pet Play…the whole extent of BDSM…Discipline…Blood Sports”, his smirk grew wider, “…Fisting…Rape”, he said that very delighted and slowly,”…Water Sports…and of course, Buttsex. Otherwise she wouldn’t have called me.”

Now he looked up with an obviously amused mind and I swallowed and looked to the side. Hell…if he ever got to know that I had never even touched a pussy or a cock…
He put the whip down, stepped onto the bed and let his bare ass fall down on my ribcage so that he drew the breath from me.

“Squishing as well maybe? I‘d love to do that with you…”

This was so unreal…like a dream…Sanzo wearing those things…while I still tried to imagine him whipping other people and rendering the kind of service they had told the lady they wished for I failed.
This was…indescribable.

But my dreams dissolved immediately when my gaze had slid down his beautiful naked belly and stopped some centimetres below his navel.
I was fascinated by the underwear he wore so that I nearly missed his words. His cock was hidden by a black shimmering piece of latex which was much too small than to cover this area like other normal pants or slips. Some of his light pubic hair stuck out, I bet he was fully aware of that…

Then the whole load of embarrassment hit me and I narrowed my eyes and quickly turned my head to the side. But he forced me to look at him by taking my face into his hands and lifting my head up. He was so close to me that I only had to stick out my tongue to touch those lips dipped in that marvellous black.

“You…”, he whispered, “seem to be exceptionally excited…you know, I have noticed this same behaviour in special cases, people who had come there to celebrate their first orgasm caused by a second person behaved, let me say, not unlike you…”

I closed my eyes and turned my head a bit to get his eyes out of my sight. They hadn’t looked gloating or amused or scornful…just spreading this dark lust and…affection with which I couldn’t deal right now.
He let go of my face and kept sitting there, examining my naked chest and everything other which he found interesting. Neither he nor I had had the chance to let our gazes slide so openly over the other’s body during the journey. Although I sometimes had wished him so much to take off that top and just walk to the bathroom for god’s sake or better, stay there and smoke like that…

Maybe I’d get a glimpse of his undoubtedly beautiful lower body this evening as well. By now I had decided to ignore the embarrassment and shove the shyness and doubt away to make place for the new feelings he’d teach me.
I watched him lifting his hand and rubbing over his eye but so skilfully that his make-up didn’t get smudged.

“I’m sorry…”, he said with a strained voice and sighed, “I hadn’t got much sleep last night.”

He acted so ingenuously, as if I wasn’t Gojyo, the one with whom he had used to travel for fucking years. Either this weird behaviour was caused by his ability to coldly treat his clients just as clients and not feel anything for them, just doing his job and therefore receiving his money, or, in my case it was maybe caused because he knew me so well and therefore wanted me to feel distance between me and him. For whatever reason.
But I wanted him to be Sanzo, to be the one with whom I had travelled, no matter what he was doing these days and in which hole of taste he had fallen. I also had my own reasons for thinking like that.

“What have you done?”, I asked him. I really wanted to know that. Because he suddenly seemed so likable and winsome that I couldn’t hide this feeling from him any longer.

He looked up and blinked at me with questioning eyes. Like he didn’t believe what I had said and that someone was really interested in his life. But I just smiled at him and encouraged him to tell me about his night. Sanzo bent his head and gently rubbed over my nipple with his forefinger.

“I…it was nothing. I just couldn’t sleep.”

“Why?”

His rubbing became more intense and he bent down now to lick over the bud with the tip of his tongue.

“I was depressed.”

He took it between his teeth and pressed them together and I jerked. A long sigh escaped him and he sat up again.

“Do you really want me to do that with you…? I mean I can easily call someone else who’ll take care of this and certainly satisfy you…better than I maybe can.”
The last words had been spoken in a low and almost whispered voice.

He didn’t seem so fearsome and hardboiled anymore, rather like one who had been reminded of which cruel and disgusting things he was doing there. But before he’d really get off the bed because of that and leave me there to call someone else I had to do something to make him stay.

“NO, I…I always have dreamed about you whipping me…”

Maybe the worst thing I have ever said. My whole life, my reasons why I sometimes looked so sad and my wishes and hopes and fears had been explained to him by that. Maybe he should have called someone else.

Sanzo stared at me. I couldn’t identify the feelings which caused his piercing gaze but I hoped I had made him stay with that at least. He lifted his head and looked down at me which caused me to really feel inferior to him. The next moment the heel of his shoe was pressed against my throat which made me gasp and struggle for air again.

“When I’m done with you you’ll regret having said that.”, he hissed at me in a threatening voice and I didn’t know anymore whether this was just part of the game or whether he was serious about it…
When he removed his foot and got up to fetch the whip I was already panting loudly but trying to calm myself down somehow so not to show him how much even this had turned me on.
I couldn’t turn my head so quickly as he had jumped on the bed again, towering over me and dangerously waving with the whip.
It was some sort of a cane, a riding crop, the one I preferred…or at least I thought to prefer. The tip of it was riddled with sharp little iron spikes which let me already flinch just by looking at them.

“You remember the time when Hakkai and Goku had been caught in that gourd?”

Why? But of course…it was shortly before that Kami-sama idiot had appeared. Oh my, we two had had to search for that kid and we had had a lovely time together…

“Sure, why?”

“I’M QUESTIONING HERE!!”, he shouted and let the whip smack my chest hard. I was surprised at how much it hurt, what an awfully stinging pain it left and how…how beautifully red my skin was turning after this…
So while still staring at the hurting spot in shock and fascination he lifted my face by pressing the end of the lash against my chin.

“You know…we had quarrelled…”
Yeah, how could I forget that…
“And you had really pissed me off, you dickwad…I have cursed you and I nearly wanted to pull out my gun and shoot you but I thought…sometime I’d get the chance to retaliate against you…”, he smiled.

When I had caught up with his words and had filtered out the real meaning, what this may currently spell for me I gasped. And I pulled on the chain, like it would give way if I only did that often enough…it was just some sort of reflex that I was still trying to free myself when it was clear as daylight that I’d never leave this bed again if Sanzo didn’t want me to.

“Ahm…could you…call someone else though?”, I weakly smiled. But this was a waste of time. I saw his wicked smile, his willingness to enjoy this as well and his firm determination to use the whip as skilfully as possible and with the most fatal possible effect.

Shortly before the tip of the whip hit my face he hesitated so that I only felt the cold metal brushing against my cheek. I had already closed my eyes and tensed up to better be ready for the lash. But nothing happened and I opened them and glanced up at him.
The whip had been put down again and he stood there, firmly pressing his eyelids down and with one hand pinching the bridge of his nose.
After some seconds he stopped that and opened his eyes as well.

“I…can’t do that…”

He inhaled and sat down between my feet, his own ones also spread and put over mine so that his pubic area was so wonderfully exposed to my glances. His face was hidden by his hands whose thumbs kept rubbing his eyes.
That was unfamiliar. He had never behaved like this, I was not used to this behaviour and I didn’t know how to help him.

“Are you always making such a scene when someone wants to be whipped?”

“No…”, he answered after some moments with a hoarse voice.

“So why then now?”

With a sudden jerk he was close to my face, his eyes wide open and threatening, then I didn’t have the time to think up words for those rather indescribable circles of violet anymore…
His soft lips had closed over mine and his tongue had broken through my fort of defence much too quickly than to give me any chance to prevent him from doing this.
I arched up into the air when I felt his cock rubbing against mine, it had happened by reflex and while still trying to deal with that brutal force which shredded my mouth and at the same time not pressing my pelvis against his for a second time I pulled on the chains.

This was too much, I couldn’t even deal with two things at the same time so now even less with three; a short moan of surrender and lust left his mouth while he drew back for a second to gasp for air, then, with the same force and cruelty he pressed his lips and teeth against my skin again and in addition to that dug his nails into my neck so that I forgot about my cock and concentrated on this kind of pain now.
His knees were constantly hitting mine when he restlessly moved his feet as he ‘kissed’ me; my shins already hurt from bumping into them so hard but I couldn’t do anything against this, they were tied up as well.

Then, when a knee was slammed against my balls I pressed my head into the mattress to get some air between my and his face and I screamed. I bet he hadn’t done that on purpose but nevertheless it was annoying and hurt like hell. I twisted in the chains but I didn’t have so much space to move, they were tight and I couldn’t even bend my feet nor arms a bit.
Sanzo reached down and squeezed those hurting parts and I screamed again, this was worse than his kick… At the moment I was also much too stressed than to enjoy the feeling of the latex gloves on my bare skin, I just had to get over the pain first.

But Sanzo wasn’t done yet, he bent his head and took care of my balls, first he closed his mouth over the whole form, then he licked over it and bit into the flesh and skin of them.

“Sanzo-gggh…stop that…gods…”, I gasped but this only encouraged him to continue that subtle torture. Now he even used his hands as well and pinched the skin of my cock. I started thrashing and screaming, telling him to fucking stop it but he bit down so hard now that my shouts faded into a long and desperate moan.
When I was out of breath I tried to suck in some air but I choked on it because his teeth were grinding the skin of my balls between them so violently that I felt it burst. Again I had to groan, it was like he drank the strength from me and now there wasn’t left enough of it for a scream, I could just moan in pain.

Seconds which had seemed like minutes had passed and he let go and looked up. Like a dirty vampire bitch he had sucked and licked my blood and his mouth was framed with the dark red. His lipstick now also stuck on his chin and together with the fresh blood it looked like it had already dried up.

“Fuck…you…”

I couldn’t say more. Now I had realized that blood was trickling from the spots he had tortured with his teeth…warm blood…trickling down between my ass cheeks, spreading there and causing an uncomfortably wet feeling down there. He just stared at me with those firm eyes, that look to which I was finally used.

I probably wasn’t such a fan of Bloodsports though. Maybe not any longer. And damn him anyway, I had said nothing about Cock and Ball Torture.
I whined when he bent down again to lick over the wounded spots to lick my blood again, I could even feel his tongue touching those sore parts and I felt so disgusted that I dared to try to shut my legs but of course I couldn’t move much because of the ties.

He propped himself up on his elbows and put his chin down just into my pubic hair. The pain was still present and distracting me from anything else so I didn’t even notice him shoving his hands under my ass.
But hell did I feel him again when he shoved two fingers up my ass…I gasped again and wanted to jerk up into the air but he prevented me from this by keeping me down with his head.
While smiling he moved his head down and kissed my pubes. And I had turned my head to hide my flushed cheeks, the pain had seeped into every single vein, muscle and bone and filled me, it filled up my brain, those parts which had ached to be filled.

It was making me so wonderfully numb, killing every other feeling which hadn’t anything to do with this now, whatever this was, those intense stings were making me aware of my body like nothing before had managed to and I felt alive. This was what I had been looking for, exactly and without any compromises.
I clenched my fist, tensed up and stretched my neck until it also hurt.

“So this is what you’re looking for…I’ll help you…”

He removed his fingers and stood up on the bed by pressing his palms against my thighs, my muscles parted because of his weight and I felt another pain, a different kind of it dully throbbing in my thighs.
The second he was up he stepped on my balls and cock, whatever had been so unlucky as to be there where he had decided to put his foot on and I jerked up but I was quickly torn back by the chains.

I opened my mouth to scream, shout, cry, moan, whatever would be necessary but nothing happened, I grimaced and tried to turn to the side which only made it worse because of the fact that Sanzo Sama was standing on my privates and not showing any mercy in his cruelty only my chest turned to the side but nothing more below this.
And this hurt as well.

Finally I was able to whine but I was forced to throw my head back. I rather should have let my body act for me instead of thinking about everything and therefore losing myself in stupid thoughts than enjoying this with my primitive soul. He pressed down harder and I cried out, loudly and desperately, crying for help and at the same time begging him to do that again although I didn’t want him to do that…

Now he let his foot slip without reducing the pressure so my balls were pressed between my ass and began to hurt again.
It felt warm, not to say hot down there, the blood and the other blood surging through my veins so intensively caused me a throbbing and absolutely annoying pain…

“You’re not ready yet…”, he said absent-mindedly and licked over his black gloves where some of the blood had remained.
A quick kick into my balls made me cry out and lose the last bit of strength, I had been so totally not prepared for this…
Now everything down there was a throbbing mess and I was sure that it wouldn’t stop killing me so quickly.
When he rubbed his shoes against my cock I swallowed and stopped breathing for a moment.
It was hard…painfully hard, I hadn’t noticed in this whole hell of pain…

“Or maybe you are…”, he said with an amused voice and wiped over his mouth to get rid of the blood and lipstick. Such a bitch…he was perfectly made for this kind of pleasure.
Between my panting I coughed from time to time, I still had to fight with the effects of choking but I immediately went rigid when he took a gas mask from under the bed.

“What…”

He seductively licked over one of the glasses and then put it down on the bed.

“You said nothing about this but I bet you’re gonna like it…”

What else could he do with that mask than forcing me to wear it.
While I was still thinking about this uncomfortable toy and the effects it would have on me it was shoved over my head.
So far so good but what happened now totally freaked me out: A tubed black plastic bag was added to the mask and the next second I was wholly covered with that thing, from my hair to my collarbone.

At first I panicked. I had never been the one to feel bad in narrow rooms or such things but now I think a sudden attack of claustrophobia hit me.
I couldn’t move nor use my hands to get it off, I couldn’t ask anyone to take it off and I certainly couldn’t expect him to take it off before the desired effect hadn’t emerged. And I was breathing frantically which was the worst I could have done in this situation, the mask was made for forcing you to mind your breathing rhythm and I did everything except for this now.

A muffled cry of desperation escaped me and I turned my head from one side to the other in blind panic until Sanzo had taken hold of my head.
He was holding my head in place and staring at me through the glasses, attentively and consoling but never showing any signs of compassion or mercy. He rather enjoyed this more than I currently did although I was supposed to like it, considering his words from before.

“Slowly…and deeply.”, I heard him through the mask.

So I tried to do that, slowly and deeply and it took me a fairly long time until I was close to breathing like that.
And unlucky bastard that I was the oxygen in the bag had been used up by now and I anxiously noticed my breathing rhythm speeding up again.
His face now disappeared and I felt rubber on my cock, he had gripped it and stroked it now while stroking my inner thighs with the other hand.

I was panicking again, instead of taking this goddamn thing off my head he had drawn back and now pumped my cock like nothing was wrong with me.
With unease and fear I realized my fast rhythm now, I couldn’t slow down anymore nor could I stop breathing at all, it was like…nothing I had experienced before.
While breathing so fitfully my ribcage moved up and down by jerks which made my whole body tremble every time I changed the in- and exhaling. And Sanzo took notice of this as well and I was glad when I saw his hand on the bag then.

He had removed it and I prepared for cool fresh air but I was shocked when I didn’t feel anything like that. I could even hear myself panting now, like I had a hole somewhere in my windpipe where the air floated through before coming into my lungs.
He had just removed the bag but there was another piece of plastic where tiny holes were letting at least a bit of fresh air through. My breathing didn’t calm, the panic, fear and the terrible feeling of helplessness let me go nuts, it was such an unpleasant mixture that I was doomed to faint sooner or later.

While I kept struggling for my breath in there Sanzo rubbed my dick, the latex slid easily over the wet skin and it felt wonderful. It would have felt wonderful if I only had been able to feel it.
Another confusing feeling blocked out every other in my head now and I quickly swallowed while inhaling. This was…I moaned now between exhaling again, feeling this emotion capturing my mind and soul, making all other things unimportant and uninteresting.

Now I felt the latex on my cock, I felt it teasing my skin, even hurting while rubbing over still dry spots of skin. With the hardness of my cock my desperation and bliss also grew, I felt so light-headed, weak and heavy because of the lack of air and the constant thrilling sensations in my pubic region that I didn’t give a fuck about my breathing anymore, it had torn me down with it, had fully taken me, closed over me, filled me up.

I wasn’t able to make anything different than gasps, in- and exhaling during the same second, making me feel dizzy like after blowing up a balloon.
But the worst was yet to come…I felt my cock nearly bursting, my balls exploding from the pressure and pain which was still left from his bites and my breathing, if this was possible at all, still became faster. I was sweating all over my body, I could feel it, especially my face was soaking wet because it was so hot in there.

And gods, when I felt my release coming closer, feeling the pain and unbearable pressure building up again to prepare for doubling, bursting at once and releasing I felt so high that I would have screamed out loudly if this mask hadn’t prevented me from this.
That whole dilemma now felt like flying, high above the earth, leaving behind my problems, pains and restrictions, being what I was, being what my soul told me to be…

I exhaled my last bit of oxygen in a sudden cramp when I felt that long expected hell falling down on me, pouring from me and inviting me to a new trip above the clouds, an even more blissful and intense journey than the longer one before. It was shorter and more elusive but what it lacked of length of time it satisfied my needs with intensity, force and sheer bliss.
My brain was shut down and my whole body was fixed on the tiny little wellspring of pleasure which didn’t even seem to cease welling so quickly.

Such quick pants escaped me now that I think I couldn’t even have coordinated this with my brain if my body hadn’t taken the control of me and now let reflexes guide those vital processes instead of taking care of these by thinking processes.
This was an untranslatable language, I couldn’t describe it with words which were used on earth, this couldn’t be explained.

Just when this whole system of pleasure, pain and bliss was threatened to vanish in an instant I felt his teeth on my cock again and it continued for a bit longer.
So long until I had to let my arms and feet sink down on the sheets, I must have tensed up and lifted them in my ecstasy…
My head sunk down as well, I didn’t breathe anymore, these were just contractions of my lungs which sucked in the air, this wasn’t me anymore.

The mask was removed, it easily slid over my head because I had wetted it with my sweat and the upholstery was soaked now so it immediately gave way.
I closed my eyes at the feeling of this pleasant air, cool, dry and so fresh…so full of life…
My ribcage was pressed down and the next second my body sat up by itself and I was forced to cough hard and at the same time get so much air as possible into my lungs.

Hell fell down on me for a second time, not that sweet hell but rather the painful one. Suddenly my limbs felt like lead, I couldn’t even move my fingers anymore. I was glad that I was lying on that bed, being so safe here, being so loved, so much cared for…
While still breathing frantically I barely noticed Sanzo freeing me from the cuffs, metallic sounds were now audible when the chains collided with the bedposts.

Then I was flipped over and my mouth was pressed against the pillow. And I laughed because I barely had the strength to turn my head to keep breathing, it was funny, just laughable.
My fingers clenched the sheets when I felt masses of flesh ripping the insides of my ass apart.
Hot…hurting…pleasing
He had let me hear a lusty growl as he had dug into my butt, now I also realized that he had gripped some flesh of my flanks to keep him there, I didn’t even feel it hurt.

My whole time as a virgin, my desperate years as one who had never had the pleasure of this torture had been sealed with this single thrust now.
That stinging and sharp pain nearly paralyzed me again so that I meant to choke again, it felt so uncomfortable that I was about to tell him to pull that fucking tree out of my ass.

To my cost his cock wasn’t one of those tiny stout things which you could let disappear in your fist while holding it…his was one of those which were long. Big. And so fucking filling.
Maybe I should have started with something with the diameter of 2 centimetres but I was in a mad rush, taking the hardcore version before even really knowing about anything. Anything about stretching it before, about what was happening during an orgasm and about how it was properly done.

Properly done, well…if Sanzo was calling this properly then I’d call a cat a dog the next time I saw one.
I was just able to groan shortly. Actually it was rather a half-hearted attempt to gag than groan but there wasn’t much difference between this now in my current state.
I felt him pulling up my hips so that I was kneeling on the sheets but still leaning on the pillow with my head and this posture immediately took its toll: I felt two centers of pain appearing at the same time, it felt like my muscles in my stomach and thighs had imploded but in fact it was just a cramp. Just cramps which forced me to scream and burst into tears. And I kept whining until Sanzo pressed my thighs down and stretched my muscles with that to make the cramp dissolve. And it really did and now I just had to weep for the end of the one in my stomach but this was quickly over as well.

And now, that Sanzo could have been sure of my whole attention he quickly drew back and pressed in again so that I fell forward, collided with the sheets with my pelvis and plunged into the pillow with my face. But his cock hadn’t slipped from my ass like I maybe had wished it, he had fallen down on me and now quickly but forcefully rocked back and forth to torture my ass with stabbing fast thrusts.
After the third of these mind-blowing moves I jerked and pressed my own erection against the cool sheets. Again I hadn’t been responsible for this but my primitive parts which controlled my reflexes.

But Sanzo didn’t stop just because I felt kind of disturbed and disconcerted, he kept moving like this, every time now teasing this spot which forced me to arch forward and open my mouth in silent pleads for more.
And suddenly he gave in, let his control slip and came. But not that he stopped and enjoyed it in this way, he kept riding me with stiff and even quicker thrusts which also triggered my own cock anew and although I just had come I felt ready for another trip like that.

And really, after he had gripped my balls and squeezed so that the now familiar pain to which I had got accustomed flowed through my body I came as well.
I tensed up again, now able to consciously follow every impulse and happening and it was nearly as breath-taking as the first time.
After another second my belly was lying in wet sticky fluid which still kept spilling from my tortured cock like a never-ending stream of lust and pleasure.
Then, with a final growl and a hard bite into my neck Sanzo fell down on me, panting harshly and still slightly groaning while breathing.

And I also had overstepped my limits then, my whole body went limp and numb and I closed my eyes.
This was such a beautiful, such a comfortable tiredness…up to now I hadn’t experienced such a pleasurable grogginess.
I hissed when I felt his cock being pulled from my ass because it still hurt and stung like hell.
And I wanted to get up and escape when I felt that wet cock being pressed against my back when he lay down again.

But this was right. Totally right.
Everything.
That the gods had finally given me another present by meeting Sanzo again.
That I had got deflowered by the one I not even had dared to imagine doing this.
That I just had had the chance of talking to him again…looking into his deep eyes…
Feel him and become a part of him, if it wasn’t for his memory then at least for his body and for the moments during which he had fucked me.

“How…d’you feel…”, he panted into my ear, still too excited than to talk properly.

“Fucking well.”, I panted back, “Couldn’t be better“

I lifted my hand which seemed to weigh tons but I really made it to his head which was lying on my shoulder. His face was just as wet as mine; when I touched his skin again I let my fingers slide over it and admire that smooth surface.
But he caught me and held my hand, rubbing it against his cheek but tightly gripping it with his hand so that I couldn’t draw back.

Now when I thought about leaving…getting up…putting on my things…worst, giving him the money which had to be paid for this service…leaving him…it broke my heart. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than lying next to him and just enjoying this feeling of being so done in.

“Sanzo…”

He stopped rubbing my hand instead of this softly nudged my head with his.
Minutes ago he had fucked me, torn me apart, hurt me and enjoyed it and now he was cuddling like he had already loved me for years.

“Could I…I mean if this is possible, really, if I don’t bring you trouble with that, could I…spend the night here…at your side?”

There were surely other guests already waiting for him to be cared for…he’d have to deal with some other sick bastards and he wouldn’t have the time for this. So it had been useless to ask him, I should have thought about that a bit sooner so as not to cause him such an embarrassing situation of saying ‘No’ now.

“Of course.”, he said so softly and lovingly that I opened my eyes to stare at the wall in surprise.
Maybe he’d throw me out some time later when there would appear others who’d claim him for the night.
I felt so sad now anyway that there were others at all who’d do that…claim his ass…cock…hand with which he used to whip. His lips, his tongue…his nipples, whatever they paid for…
I tried to suppress a whine but didn’t succeed. He heard it and immediately put his own hand on my face to gently stroke my cheek.

“What do you have…does it hurt?”

“No, it’s nothing…”, I lied.

But I should enjoy the minutes of this so sweet togetherness which were given to me, at least enjoy it until he’d leave me and fuck others at command.
So I had to distract myself from these gloomy thoughts.

“Have you…decorated that room?”, I mumbled into the pillow after turning my head when he had tried to shove his fingers into my mouth.
I didn’t want him to do this now…I just wanted him to lie there and…be there. And he got it.

“Yes…do you like it?”

“Sure…I’d love to paint my own room like that…”

He sighed into my hair.
And there was no happiness or relief in it. He just expressed what I felt.

“Sanzo, if…”

I wasn’t man enough as to declare myself, I just didn’t dare to ask him. To ask this of him.
There was some knocking on the door now, I hadn’t even twitched. Too tired, too cosy.
When Sanzo didn’t get up, which totally surprised me, the door was just opened and a man entered the room. The bed was only 6 meters away from the door so he couldn’t have missed that there was also someone else than Sanzo lying on the bed.
He turned his head to look at the intruder.

“Shane!”

“Hi! Do you have some spare time to waste and share with me?”, he asked while already smirking.

Sanzo in- and exhaled long and audibly, then answered him.
“No, I’m sorry.”

The man was stunned by that and made another step towards the bed.
And another, so long until he had reached us.

“What?”, he said with a disbelieving voice, “You say you don’t have time for me?”

He looked down and our eyes met, his angrily glaring and mine…expressionless, maybe cheeky but rather nothing expressing because of that tiredness.

“This?”, and he frowned at me, “This is what you’ve picked up?“

He screamed with laughter, reached down and pulled on my arm to try to make me fall off the bed.
I was lucky that my head was lying on the same side now so that I could watch what happened now: Sanzo had quickly raised his hand and forcefully pushed the man’s away so that it had sounded like a slap.

“Don’t dare touch him”, he hissed at him in serious hate.

The man immediately took a step back and after overcoming the first shock he made an angry face, turned on his heels and left the room by slamming the door noisily shut.

Sanzo stared after him for some more moments but then lay down on me again to continue stroking my face and shoulders. He snuggled up to my back and just lay there in silence.
But I couldn’t stand it, I was too stunned than to leave it at that.

“Why…I thought…why did you tell him that you didn’t have the time?”

“Because I don’t have the time.”, he said in a businesslike voice.

“But of course you…just tell me to get up and I’ll leave you and then you can take care of-”

“No!”, he said firmly and nearly angrily. And I shut up, I didn’t want to annoy him.

“You’ve come to me and…and this is something unique anyway and the night won’t last forever so…”

“Are you doing this because of the money or because…”

There were some moments of silence before he cleared his throat to answer me.

“I…still have the gold card, so…”

“I see”

Worse. If he had done it because he needed the money I surely would have been able to bear it more easily but now…there was no hope at all then.

“Why”, he asked me dryly.

“Because…”, now I had to tell him. Because I wasn’t able to think any better answer up. Due to my tiredness and sudden psychical avolition to think much after that heavenly spectacle.

“Because I’d have asked you something.”

“And what would that have been?”

He was still breathing against my back, still stroking my cheek but soon he wouldn’t anymore. At the latest when I’d have ended with my explanation, so I enjoyed his touch a bit longer, made myself conscious again of how marvellous that felt and then just told him.

“I’d have asked you whether you’d join me. Leave this place and come with me…”

It was silent then. But he still kept touching me, moving his fingers so agreeably over my skin and consoling me in whatever kind of pain.
The silence which had lasted for minutes now already let doubt rise in me. And uncertainty and sadness that I had really told him because he obviously wasn’t happy with what I had said.

“I…”, I heard him swallowing hard because he was so close to my ear, “Are…you serious?”

I didn’t say anything because I just thought I’d only make it worse then. But my silence encouraged him to give it another try.

“I’d be…endlessly happy to do that”, he said with a high and strained voice.

“Seriously…”, I asked him sadly.
I didn’t believe him. Maybe he only said that to console me, to make me feel better for the moment. But not forever.

His answer wasn’t much. No words but other words, spoken in that other language which was so much more precious than the one I used to express myself at the moment.
He squeezed me tightly, shoved his hands under my body to fully embrace me and while doing that he moved his head closer to my ear.

“Absolutely”

This word spoken in honesty cheered me up, immediately brightened my mind and mood and I managed a smile. He’d do it if he had said that.

“I’m gonna pack my bags tomorrow and if you wait for me we’ll have lunch at the café…”

This sounded good, so fucking good that I felt reminded of that flight I had lived through while coming. And now I felt high again but it was a different kind of happiness. One which went deeper, not just scratched over the surface of my feelings and only captured my body but one which filled every inch of my body and mind.

“I hope you don’t have much things to take with you…”

“Don’t worry.”

I turned my head, I had gained some strength again. And the other side received me with a kiss, those soft lips again but now gently sucking on mine, careful not to wound them.
When I opened my eyes again I saw him looking at me. Just so wonderful…perfect…

“Actually, where do you live?”, he asked me with a smile.

I just thought about it for a moment, I didn’t need much time to get the answer for him.

“Everywhere and nowhere.”

He licked over his lips and reached out to stroke over my cheek again.

“Sounds good.”

After some more minutes of this silent and marvellous agreement he had turned to the side to get him some Kleenex tissues. I was turned on my back again and I watched him cleaning my cock from the semen.

“You…don’t have to do that, please…”

“I don’t mind in the faintest.”, he said with a little smile.

Then when he had finished he cleaned himself as well, just switched off the lamp besides the bed and lay down next to me. Only the candles were giving us light now, it was such a lovely cosy atmosphere that I wanted to lie there like that forever, with the one I had always fancied and finally also had got through my clumsiness.
His hand was wound round my belly and I turned to the side now as well so that he better could embrace me.


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