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Song Of Flame
(Sirrocco)

EXCERPT

	IT WAS GOING TO be one of those nights.



	Jim felt the bulge in his pants insisting on relief, and he knew Rosy and her five sisters 

were just not going to be enough.  He needed some hot, hard lovin', something that would blow his mind as well as his wad.  A couple of stroke jobs watching a tired old porn flick was not going to get a job like that done.



	He was as frustrated as a hot guy with no prospects was going to get.  The frustration made him pace and rake his fingers through his long, blond hair.  It also focused his mind on the hot bitch across the apartment complex.   His throbbing cock dismissed the fantasy.  He didn't even know her name or her phone number let alone if she'd give him a ride. 



	And, truth be told, he really wanted a hell of a lot more than just a ride.  He wanted 

some of that three hour long, damn near torture sessions his cousin Philly got when he and his lover were `in the mood'.  Not that he wanted Philly, or Chaz, or any other man, 

really.  He was hetro and happy with it; but goddamn, those toys they played with!



	He `spotted' for the guys every once in a while---taking one or the other of them off of the `equipment' when the sports master for the night blew his wad so far out of reality he conked out before he could help his bound up lover.  The scenes were hot, the action was hotter, and he thought about both probably more than he should.



	He finally thought, "What the hell?" He sighed, and made the phone call.  The line connected after three rings.  He tried to keep his voice casual when he answered the 

"Hello?"  on the other end.



	"Philly, my man!  You and Chaz plan to be busy tonight?"



	"Not really.  What's up?"



	Jim tried to keep his answer light.



	"The usual.  About ten inches worth!"



	"Offered to shave the antlers off of that thing before.  You going bi, these days?"



	This was Jim's cue to change the subject to the real reason for the call.  He plunged 

ahead tonight, knowing he was on shaky ground was determined to push himself 

over it.



	"Still straight and not looking to change; but you and Chaz got some really wild stuff goin' for you, and---shit.  I'm interested, Philly.  Been fightin' like hell not to be, but my 

cock's got a mind of its own and---"



	Philly picked up on what he was saying immediately and did not make things any more difficult than that.



	"It'll take us a few minutes to get set up.  How long before you can get here?"



	"A few minutes."



	"Sounds good.  You get here before we're ready and you can help set up.  Ah, one

question, though.  You gonna want a woman or just let cum what comes?"



	The question made Jim catch his breath.  He thought it over for a second, then said,  



	"Just let it cum.  And---I'll owe you one----"



	Been paid, cuz," Philly reminded him.  "Couple times over!  Just get that hot cock 

over here.  Chaz an I both been wantin a piece a that for years!"



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	JIM KNEW WHAT TO EXPECT---sort of.  Chaz and Philly were into some kinky stuff, but it wasn't intense BD or SM.  Knowing he was straight, and a bit unoriginal in the wad department, they would be considerate enough not to shock him too badly.



	He hoped.



	Philly had a hell of a sense of humor and Chaz was one excitable dude.  If they got 

carried away----.     



	Jim's cock jerked a little at the thought, and he realized getting carried away might be 

interesting!



	The drive to the innocuous looking suburban home was short.  Jim took his time 

getting there just the same.  It took a moment for him to get up the nerve to knock on the 

door, a moment more before Philly answered.



	Jim walked into a foyer as nondescript in appearance as the outside shell of the house 

itself.  He knew the rest of the upstairs rooms reflected the same: A neat, tidy and very ordinary home.  The basement, though, that was something different.  At least part of it was.  The rest was the usual laundry area, rec room bullshit a guy could find in any other home on the block.

	Philly didn't even try to tease about the basement thing.  He just led his cousin down to it, asking the necessary questions along the way.



	"So.  What have you got in mind?  Say it plain, cuz, or we aren't gonna know where in the hell you want to go with all of this!"



	Jim unconsciously lapsed into `Philly and Chaz' language when he answered.



	"Ah---got an ache the size of Texas and the old hand job routine ain't gonna cut getting it off.  I---wanta see if I can cum the way you guys do.  Ya know---dyin for an hour or so to get the load off, then cumin so hard I damn near pass out.  "I---ah, I like tit work.  Umm, some bondage---spread eagle, I guess, so I can't move.  Shit like that."



	Philly walked him through the basement as they talked.  He stopped at the door, then opened it.  Jim knew the two of them usually kept the place locked.  He supposed they would lock it again once all of the players were in place.  Philly kept up the questioning 

as the two of them entered the room.      



	"Teasing?   Ass play?  Sucking?"



	"Ain't gay----" Jim started, but Philly waved the objection away.



	"When you're wantin' it bad enough your thighs are quivering, a mouth's a mouth.  

And who the hell you think's gonna be working on you down here anyway?  Brittany 

Spears?"



	Jim followed his cousin into the room, nervous as hell and just as hot.



	The place was decked out, and so was Chaz---leather garbed with his dick sticking out of the hole and all.  Jim swallowed and nodded at the big black man, then glanced around the room at all of the equipment.



	Chaz  went into his role for the night immediately.



	"Here's the way it gonna be, White Boy.   Don't go for non ah that `humiliation' shit, but you gotta know who's boss---and that's me.  Don't much go for real hurtin' shit, neither; but I'll take you as far as you gotta go.



	"You don't like something, you raise your social finger.  Otherwise, you moan, groan, 

tell me `Don't!' all you want.  Makes me wanta do it more, cause I know you really 

wantin' it too, but don't want to be wantin' it, you dig?  That's hot, man!  Guy getting what he don wanta want, that's hotter then hell!   You got any questions?"

    

	Jim tried to think of something, and had a hard time concentrating on anything but his 

aching cock and the sexual tension around him.

	"I---sorry, guys."  He finally said.  "Plain out, I'm hinky as hell about the guy-guy 

stuff.   I just ain't inta hairy asses and shit even if I am hottern the hingesa hell."



	Chaz cut him off with a curt, 



	"Know that, Boy, an' Philly's got something set up for ya.  Somethin' extra, on accounta all the times you done us ok.  So get that sweet assa yours outta them clothes sos we can get at it!"



	Jim stripped his shirt off immediately.  Philly whistled appreciatively as the broad chest and shoulders were revealed, and Chaz said, 



	"Oh, yeah!  Got a family resemblance there, Philly!  Look at them nipples---they 

saluting like a fuckin soldier, er something!"



	Jim blushed a little, kicked his shoes off.  He blushed some more as he undid the button on his pants and pulled the zipper down.  His cock was so swollen it was damned near impossible to pull the waist band of his pants down over it, but he finally managed, bending a bit to get the pants completely off of him.



	"Nice ass!"  Chaz commented.  "Getting hot looking at it, Jim Boy!  An' lookit that 

cock!   God damn, Philly!  This boy got all the meat in yer family?"



	Jim pushed his clothing out of the way with his foot, trying not to look at Chaz as he 

did so.  Philly picked the clothes up and took them---somewhere.  Jim didn't notice.  His mind was too involved with his cock and the incredible sensations it was feeling from 

being in the situation.



	Jim stood there naked while Chaz made a production out of looking him over.  He 

didn't exactly know how he was supposed to be standing or where in the hell to put his hands as he did.  It was starting to get embarrassing.  Chaz moved in one more time to brush the discomfort away.



	"Um umph   You too full, Boy.  Want a nice, long, tease you to death scene, that thing 

gonna hafta spout at least once, first."



	Philly came up behind him as Chaz was talking, moving to attend to the `problem' even as his lover spoke.



	Jim gasped as the warm, thick cream drizzled over his cock, and then shuddered as his cousin's hand followed it, sliding the cream down from the head to the base, and then 

back up again.  He felt chagrined when it took only about six strokes before he was gasping from the  electric charge screaming through his penis.  His head lost all thoughts of anything when the monster began puking its guts out.



     Philly kept stroking, kept wringing out every drop of cum.  Jim's legs kept shivering. 

Chaz noted both with a simple,



	"Ummm.  Way too full!"



	The ejaculate was pumped out until there wasn't a bit left; but, to Jim's surprise, his 

cock still stayed hard.



	Chaze commented on that, too.



	"Uh huh!   You right boy.  Wasn't no amount a stroking gonna keep that baby down 

tonight!  It still feelin good?   Maybe feelin' more than good?"



	Jim had to admit it did.  He'd been worried about the quickie, afraid it was going to 

get things over and done with too quickly.  His cock was telling him the worry was for 

nothing.   He admitted as much, saying it as plainly as he could through his laboured 

breathing,



	"Ah---yeah.  Good. Real good!"



	Chaz did not answer that.  Philly did, but with actions rather than words.  He 

grabbed Jim's shoulders and led him over to the frame standing up from the floor.  Jim 

felt himself being pushed back up against the frame once they got there.  He took the 

message and just flopped, letting Philly arrange his arms and legs as he would.



	Chaz moved over to the frame to help.  He attached a rope to Jim's wrist as Philly 

attached one to his ankle.  The two worked quickly, stretching Jim's arms and legs apart, 

stretching his arms way out over his head and away from his body, then fastening them 

there.  



	As soon as the arms were in place, they spread his legs the same way, fastening the 

ankles to the floor of the frame.   When they were done Jim looked into the full length 

mirror in front of him.  What he saw could be best described as a human X with a cock 

jutting out from the lower center of it.    



	The sight was hot.  The sensations accompanying it were more so.  The feeling of the 

strain was delicious.  It shivered through him like a near pain and it definitely centered 

his thoughts back on his cock again.  It was almost painful.  Jim decided he liked that 

`almost' a lot.



	Chaz added to the feeling with the deep, sensual purr of his voice.



	"Feel good, Baby?  Feelin all that good in yer cock?"



	"Oh---yeah!" Jim panted.  "Oh yeah!"

	"This part gonna be scary, some," Chaz warned him then.  "But it gonna help with 

that homophobe thing you got goin', 'k?"



	Jim nodded, and Chaz immediately pulled a blindfold over his eyes.  Jim tried not to 

panic when it went into place.  The sound of another voice---an entirely different voice??"

-helped a lot.  This voice was as sensual as Chaz's, but it was a female voice.  The sound 

made Jim's cock grow harder, something he thought could not be possible.

           

 	"Ummmm, Ba---bee!"  the voice purred.  "Now aint you just a pretty sight!"



	Jim jerked his head toward the last place he'd seen Philly, and heard his cousin 

chuckle.



	"Got you on a web cam and her on speaker phone," Philly explained.  "She's 

gonna??"-ah---talk you through, kinda.  You think of the sexiest bitch you know, now.  

Think of her looking you over good and likin' what she sees.  Our mystery lady's gonna 

lend her voice to the do so you can keep that picture in your head---let your head think 

it's your sweet bitch doin all this shit to you----"



	Jim gulped, and nodded his thanks.  That was damned considerate of the guys, and he had no trouble at all putting a face and a body to who he'd like that voice to belong to!

He let his mind go into a dreamy state, let it bring up the picture of the busty lady in the

complex across from him.  Long, red/gold hair flowing over pale shoulders; beautiful,

big, firm tits with thumb sized nipples topping them; long, slender waist with a glorious 

belly button, and then a sweet, firm ass bouncing over long, lithe, lovely legs.  There was 

a mere muff of gold and red hair between those legs; a muff barely covering the sweetest 

slit he'd ever seen in his life!



	He groaned from the intensity of what the picture was making him feel, and heard a 

low, sexy chuckle in response.  Then that incredibly erotic voice fucked his mind 

again.



	"Ummm, you are a hot one!  Look at that cock----Jezus, but that's a beauty!  Thinkin' 

of me, Baby?  Thinkin long, hard thoughts of where you want that thing to go?"



	Jim's throat went dry as the picture in his mind got more graphic.  



	"Oh---yeah!"  He managed to gulp.  "Right up that hot, sweet slit of yours, Baby!"



 	Again the low, throaty chuckle rippled through the room.



	"Maybe when that monster's wrung down a bit!"  The voice teased.  "But right now, 

Mamma wants to play!"



	Jim felt something moving around on his left nipple when she said that, something 

hard, and smooth, and cold like a slim rod.  He felt another one moving in the same slow, sensual way on his right nipple next, teasing the flesh there into full, almost painful arousal.  He felt---whatever they were---gently massaging the tips of his nipples.  This

went on for long, tortuous seconds, building the sexual tension in his mind as well as his body until he thought he would scream----



	Then, simultaneously, Jim felt a hard pinch on one teat and a warm, wet mouth suckling the other.   He cried out from both surprise and delight, and arched his chest as far up into those sensations as the bonds would allow.



	He heard Philly chuckle, and his smart ass comment.



	"Remember how that feels, lady?  Nips all hot and hard and clamped?"

  

  	The woman's voice giggled while the mouth and fingers on Jim held his sexual 

experiencing right there.  Both continued to pay slow, exquisite homage to the burning 

nipples throbbing beneath them.  Both pulled them and twisted them, pinched them and 

suckled them until Jim could barely absorb what he was feeling. 



	Jim heard the woman's voice panting then when she went back at him.



	"I know that's good, Baby!  I'm going as far as I can with you on it, hey?  Got my 

own nipples up and clamped, too.  Got my own feelings runnin' through my hot, wet 

pussy---"



	Jim's mind flashed immediately to his fantasy woman, to the sight of her with those 

gorgeous tits out in the open and clamped for the pleasure of both of them.



	"God!"  He whispered, the word a long, low moan of sheer pleasure.



	The voice continued, and so did the pleasure.



	"How about it, Chaz?  You think Baby's cock is appreciating all that lovin' his tits are getting?"



	Jim heard Chaz give an enthusiastic,



	"Big time!  That thang jumpin and jerkin like hell won't have it!"



	"Ummmmmmm!"  The voice sighed, and Jim could fairly taste the sex he heard in it. 

"Better tame it, Philly, or our Baby's gonna miss the rest of the party!"

     

	Jim felt something slip around his cock, then; and instantly felt his juices forced back even as his cock lunged to release them.



	"N---nooooo!"  He hissed; "Oh god----it's so good!  Don't-----don't!"

     

	But he never lifted a finger, and the exquisite torment on his teats never let up for a 

second, though his ass was thrusting his cock harder and harder toward the release that 

wasn't going to be there.

     

	Jim heard Chaz chuckle.



	"Mystery Lady, you getting' a good viewa this?   You seein' the way you Baby's cock is jabbin at the air down here?  This one hot bitch you got here, Lady---and he wantin' it bad!"



	Jim could almost see the pout on his fantasy lady's face when she said,



	"Oh, not yet ---We've got so much more we want to do to him!"



	"Gonna, too," Chaz assured her.  "Hell, he ain't even sweatin', yet!"



	"Make him sweat, Chaz," the voice breathed.  "Pull out some ah them toys and bring 

the sweat up on  him!"



	Jim could have sworn he heard two chuckles then, and as hot as he was, didn't know what the hell else they could do to make it any hotter.  Until he felt the clamps push shut on his nipples, holding the arousal in place, forcing the near pain into a throbbing appreciation of them.



	"Ohhhhhhhh Godddddd!"  He hissed.  "God damn!"



	"There you go, Lady," Chaz narrated.  "We got 'im clamped, and he lovin' it.  Not 

too tight---not hurtin tight, not exactly hurtin' tight,  but god, do he love it!"



	No one said or did anything for the next few minutes.  Jim just let that be, let himself enjoy the incredible sexual sensations he was feeling in both his tits and his cock as the 

silence and inactivity went on.  Then he heard the click of a switch and a low, meaningful buzzing just before the slow throb of a vibrator touched the inside of one of his straining thighs.



	The intensity of the feeling, the implication of what he could be feeling made him cry out and try to squirm away.



	"Aaaahhhhhh God-----No!  Don't----God, don't!"



	But he never saluted, and the vibrator never stopped its slow, tortuous caressing of his 

inner thighs.  The long, long minutes of torture continued with the tickling and the pulsing of the hard, smooth plastic throbbing up and down his inner thigh---now moving 

close to his balls, now moving away, until he was sweating from both sexual tension and sexual need.



	Once, twice, three times the tip of the buzzing devil moved over the tips of his 

constrained nipples, intensifying the sensations there to ten fold before it moved back 

down to his thighs again.



	Jim's body began to twitch and jerk, shuddering from the tension and the shocks coursing through it.  The vibrator became more intense as well, now nudging at his heavy

sac, now running up the length of his swollen cock to torment its head.



	He began to chant, grunting and panting from all he was feeling.



	"God, god, god! "Ohhhhhh  goddddddd yeeesssssssssss!"



	Chaz chortled when the chanting began, and went on with his teasing commentary.



	"He sweatin' now, Lady.  Oh yeah----oh yeah, he sweatin'!   An ain't you just lovin' the way that sweet ass be bouncin' around?"



	Jim heard the catch in the woman's voice when she answered.  He heard the heat and 

could almost see her licking her lips.



	"Umm am I ever lovin it!  You think he's ready now, Chaz?  Think Baby's ready for 

the big time?"



	"Don know.  Whyn't ya ast 'im?"



	The question in his fantasy woman's voice poured into Jim's ear like liquid sex.



	"How about it, Baby?  You ready to take it like a man?"



	Jim didn't want to know what she was asking, but he suddenly felt a warm, thick 

liquid being poured down the crack of his ass, and he knew-----

 

 	"Oh God------no!"  He panted.  "N-n-not----there!  No---no don't----"



	He continued to moan and beg for the rotation of the dildo at his asshole to stop, but 

his finger never went up, even when the hard, smoothness began to.



	He began to pant even harder.  His bung began moving to skewer itself onto the thick, creamed invasion as he gave himself up to it.

     

	"Ah ah ah ah"



	The grunting, demanding sounds were forced from him as the thing stretched him---

almost painfully, at first.  The sounds got louder when his hole began to relax, when it

began to accept the thing being pushed into him. Then the sexual electricity of the invasion shivered clear up his spine.

     

	His groans then turned to exclamations of delight.



	"Je----zusssss!   Jezus God!  Fuck Me! Yeah---like that!  Like that----Harder!  God---

oh God, I gotta cum!  I gotta----"



	"Think he's gotta cum, Chaz?"  His fantasy lady teased.  "Looks to me like he's getting enough outta the ride he's ready."



	Jim barely heard Chaz agreed.



	"Just about, Lady.  You wantin' him to let go for ya?  Wanta see that cannon go off?"



	The devilish voice added one more flash of heat to everything else Jim was feeling. 

She made him make the choice.



	"What do you think, Pretty Baby?  You wanta cum with me?  I'm so hot I can't keep 

my hands off myself.  So got me so damned hot hearin' you pantin' and beggin' like that 

I'm about to go over.  What say?  You gonna' give me a taste ah that sweet dick ah yours?  Hmmmmmm?  Gonna let Mamma suck you out and blow that wad with her?"



	Jim was totally lost in the fantasy now.  He was hotter he had ever been in his fucking 

life and wanting nothing more than the sweet honeyed voice smacking her lips and her 

sweet fucking mouth over his aching cock.  



	"Y-y-yes!  Yeeesssssssss!  Make me cum, you sweet bitch!  Make me-----ahhhgggghhhh!"



	The scream ripped from his throat as the confinement was pulled away from his cock 

and a hot, wet mouth engulfed it----all tongue swirling and cheeks sucking on  it.  The 

lava in his balls jumped with the release and  roared up through his cock.  His howls of pleasure continued to echo through the `dungeon', and the mouth gulped at his dick voraciously----gulped and sucked and pulled until his cock hurt from the intensity of its 

eruptions.   Then his finger did go up, and the mouth pulled away.



	Jim felt the clamps being quickly removed from his nipples then, and the restraints 

pulled from his wrists and ankles.  Chaz caught him as he literally melted off of the frame 

into the big man's arms.



	The sexy voice suddenly whispered to him one more time.



	"Was it good for you, Baby?" 



	Jim was too out of it to answer.  He was too far gone to even think of anything except a beautiful, voluptuous woman with red/gold hair cuddled up next to him, her body as sated as his was.  He thought of this just before he began to sleep; that, and one thing more.  This was not going to be his last play date with Chaz and Philly!