"That's right," I hear in my ear. "I am your God." Have I been speaking? "Say that I'm your God."
I can't speak; I'm breathing too hard. Sam's other hand is still pinching my neck, holding me still, whilst her other is pulling away at the tape on my crotch, coming free. I sigh slightly as my balls slip into my scrotum again, to be immediately grabbed by the questing hand. Her breath is all that I can smell – she releases my neck to brush away my hair coming between our kisses. As if to remind me that she's in control, the grip on my balls tightens and I moan slightly at the pain. Yes, you are my God, Sam.
"You're so noisy tonight, slavegirl. Close your mouth." With the tape from my crotch, she removes both of her hands to wind it around my head, shutting off my mouth and, with the last remaining loops, going over my eyes as well.
I hear her step away to my desk and rummage. I feel her touch my thighs with the backs of her hands.
Lube! It's freezing and I jump away only for Sam to grab my balls with her oily hands and pull down firmly. She's knelt down, and from below me, I hear her.
"I think this was what you wanted?"
i groan through the gag in antisipation
Her left hand begins to rub my balls together, pulling and stretching my scrote down, whilst most of the lube, on her right hand, I feel being spread all over my anus. Her tongue slips up my shaft and her fingers enter me as her mouth warms me. I am filled; her fist clenches over my testicles again as another moan escapes my makeshift gag. With the wall cold against my shoulders, there comes a stab of discomfort as a third finger enters me; a fourth.
I can't keep my balance – the world is distorted under the yellow streetlamp, with my ankles bound by my trousers and no hands to steady myself, my muscles aching and the white light of pleasure from my prostate where my lover's hand is kneading inside me. I'm squealing now; quietly behind my gag I've lost control amongst the pleasure and the pain, and suddenly I can breathe through my mouth again. Sam has stood up and has her left arm encircling my shoulders; her right hand still completing me behind.
