EXTRACT FOR
The Lock
(Patrick Richards)

Introduction



	Often hidden in our psyche is a lust for something different. For some it surfaces at a very young age, yet for others it remains carefully tucked away, waiting to be triggered. Regretfully, some people never find it.

	When Sean Patrick Malone walked into a porn shop one day, a deep-seated desire awakened within him. He discovered a whole new world out there. Oh, he had always been into bondage, but this was very different. He strangely was drawn to books, magazines and videos involving female domination. This excited him. The thoughts of being dominated by a beautiful woman, succumbing to her whips and being turned into her slave made his cock instantly erect.

	One evening while reading a story in Leather Links, he remembered being tied up by his cousin. Sean was very young. He couldn't have been more than five at the time. A length of cotton clothesline held his wrists to the arms of a little maple rocker. His ankles were similarly secured to the legs of the small chair and a rope tightly snugged his slim waist to the sturdy spindles on the back.

	He sat there in his first bondage session and watched an episode of Sesame Street while his cousin played with his toys. The little game continued for some time, not because his cousin, Billy, didn't want to release him, but because Sean wanted to remain tied up. He liked it.

	That was just the beginning. Their childhood games continued. Bill was always willing to put some knots in some rope, especially when it was wrapped around his cousin and close friend. 

	Sean experimented with self-bondage at a very early age as well. Sometimes it was just a rope tied around his waist that ran down the crack of his ass and around his balls. Other times it was much more elaborate. It might be an hour or two of being hogtied in the closet or other times he would spend an entire Saturday afternoon tied spread-eagle and naked on his bed while his favorite music blasted in his ears.

	When caught one day by his mother, he took his sexual exploits outdoors where he discovered the wonders of nature and its never-ending possibilities.

	Sean spent years hiking into secluded places and using trees and their strong limbs for his self-bondage experiences. This, however, could never have prepared him for future incidents under similar branches.

	Ropes became chains. But, when knots became locks, it made all the difference.



Chapter One



	God! It's only 1:25, I can't believe how fuckin' slow this ridiculous lecture is going. Who really cares about the social impact of global warming on some half-assed, sub-tropical Central American country?

	The only thing that keeps my interest at all this afternoon is the tiny little ribbon-like material that runs across the lower back of that sexy blond who sits diagonally in front of me. She's always there, showing off her magnificent body. She knows how much it excites me. Her exposed thong rests on top of her beautifully tanned hips, just below her purple flowered tattoo, a short ways above her faded blue denim mini skirt. Where it ties in the back, there is a small cluster of tiny white pearls. Half a dozen of the little pale beads continue down the satin strand that disappears between those luscious rounded globes. God, she has a spectacular, tight, little ass!

	I imagine letting my tongue follow that narrow scarlet runway down into the darkness. There's a sex charged tingle in my balls, and my cock starts to swell as I imagine what lies below. With my hands firmly grasping each firm cheek, I could linger a moment or two at her dark little ass bud before inching my way ever so slowly along to her musky, sweet sex slit.

	Her nicely trimmed bush is hidden within the smooth, silky fabric of her thong, but it doesn't matter. I rub my nose up and down along that ever-moistening special spot, getting her hotter and hotter. 

	My tongue unconsciously swirls around in my mouth as I think about her tight, moist pussy. I adjust my cock a little, as it continues to grow, getting ever harder and harder.

	As my daydream continues, she looks back at me. Could she possibly know what thoughts were exciting me so? Does she realize that I am fantasizing about having sex with her ??" right here in the lecture hall? Slowly I open my lips and my tongue glides across my upper lip, not much, but just enough to let her know what I am thinking. A little grin and a silent chuckle acknowledge my thoughts. 

	She turns away and my mental game continues. I imagined being tied to my bed, tightly spread-eagle and unable to move, while she straddles my chest, letting her magnificent snatch grind slowly upon my face. She would swirl her sexy treasure across my nose and let my tongue probe deeply into her hot, lusty twat. I'd lay there helplessly as she'd squeeze my balls and rub my rock-hard cock between her palms. Her fingernails would dig in, leaving long almost visible red trails up and down my sex shaft. Hours would go by. My tongue would bring her off so many times. She'd shake and moan and I'd drink from her fountain, over and over again, while she kept me forever on the edge, never letting me blow. I'm her slave and don't deserve that right.

	Suddenly the bell rang. Everyone got up to leave the hall and I sat there with a raging hard-on. "You coming?" she asked.

	As I started to get up, she noticed. A long ridge of hard, hungry cock showed obscenely obvious in my skinny tight-fitting jeans.

	"What you been thinking about?"

	"You and that tiny red thong," I responded. 

	"Too bad, but you're going to have to wait. I've got a chem lab for the next two hours this afternoon."

	"You could skip it, you know?"

	"No, I don't think so."

	We took our time and were the last ones to leave the lecture hall. As the heavy oaken doors closed in front of us, she leaned up against them, so we were there, all alone. Annie's hand rubbed against my bulging crotch, exciting me even more.

	"You're always so damn horny."

	"You make me that way," I replied.

	Slowly she reached down, lifting her skirt just enough to peal that small sliver of scarlet satin from her slender hips. I couldn't believe what she was doing. Now beneath her micro-pleated denim skirt there was nothing left but bare, sizzling, hot flesh. Slowly she brought the strings of silk to my lips and then rubbed them across my nose.

	"What excited you more, these or me?"

	I just stood there speechless, as she looked me in the eyes. I never said a word but reached beneath the extra short hem and let my fingers twirl slightly into her natural blond pubes before running down between her ever-moistening lips.

	"The cute little thing those panties cover," I whispered.

	"Good answer." 

	She rose up on her tiptoes and planted a quick kiss on my lips. Both of my hands slid under her skirt and firmly grasped her smooth, bare ass cheeks. Finally, she opened the door. "Gotta run... See you at the party tonight. Love ya...."

	"But what about these?" I asked as I stood there clutching her tiny panties. 

	"Don't need 'em," she announced as she playfully shook her ass down the hallway. 

	I brought my slightly moist fingers to my nose and inhaled deeply. The scent of young pussy, mixed with some sweet floral fragrances brought my cock up another notch.

	"God, what a body," I whispered to myself. I could only imagine her spending the rest of the day with absolutely nothing underneath her tiny little skirt. Bare ass cheeks, a naked little pussy and magnificent long legs exposed to the world.

	I stood there and watched her disappear. After a while, my hungry, unsatisfied cock was slowly deflating but the surge of hot, sex-charged blood still lingered. Unconsciously I brought her sexy smelling thong back to my nose and inhaled deeply. I could feel that rush once more. I knew what I wanted tonight, but it wouldn't happen. There was no way of revealing to her my strange obsession with bondage. She wouldn't understand. How could I ask her to tie me up and then use me for her own pleasure? Sure, I can eat her sweet snatch and pound my cock into her pussy, but I cannot ask her to use the ropes and chains to tie me up tight, making me helpless and craving her abuse. She'd think I'm crazy. However, maybe I am. 

	My classes were done for the day, so I headed back to my apartment. It was just a short ways downtown. I shared a place with three other guys on Maple Street not far from the frat and sorority houses. Even though I never rushed any of the fraternities, I was always invited to their parties, and tonight was no exception. Tonight the sisters of Pi Delta Phi were hosting a beer bash that I wouldn't miss.

	The apartment was empty when I got home. My roommates all had classes that would run 'til four or five o'clock, so I was alone. It wasn't long before I was lying naked on my bed and running every inch of Annie's thong through my fingers. As I lay there sniffing and fondling my new silky treasure, my cock rocketed to a full erection and was ready for takeoff. I counted the little pearls and closely examined the moist, little stain left from her earlier thoughts. I knew that she was thinking of my long, hard cock, just like I was mentally doing her earlier today. She wanted me too.

	I savored her slight musky scent as I left the little patch of red draped across my nose. With every deep breath, the rush continued. The fingers of my left hand gently massaged my cum-filled balls as I started to slowly jack off with the other. 

	My hand firmly slid up and down my long rigid shaft. I squeezed a little tighter and increased the speed. Up and down, up and down, harder and harder. I can already feel my balls gyrating with sexual pleasure. This isn't going to take very long, I thought. God I'm so horny. A few more strokes and I'll blow. The continued motion brought me ever closer to my ultimate pleasure. My hand squeezed tighter, and I jerked off harder and harder. I love it when I squeeze so hard it causes some hot friction with a little discomfort and pain. 

	I beat my long cock so hard that I knew I'd be slightly sore for a couple of days, but it didn't matter. I like it that way. Besides, I need the pain with my impending pleasure. My balls were tingling and getting so close to blowing when I heard someone outside my bedroom door. 

	"Who's there?" I yelled as I stopped and listened, leaving my cock teetering right there on the very edge. There was no answer. Was I hearing things? No, someone was definitely out there. I wondered if they heard me. As I looked up, I realized that I had left the door slightly ajar. They didn't have to hear me; they could have seen me jerking off right there in plain sight.

	I quickly threw the thong under my bed and sat up. My blue jeans were next. With one sweeping motion, I pulled them up and headed for the door, buttoning them as I went. To my surprise, no one was there. I looked around, but I was alone. The apartment was totally empty. It was just me and a semi-erect pecker.

	After looking around, I checked the front door. It was locked, but I was sure I heard someone.

	Finally, I returned to my room grabbed my tee shirt and sandals and headed out. After all, it was Friday. With a couple of hours to kill, I headed downtown to my favorite store, Over 21 Books. Before heading back home, I would spend a while looking at the videos and picking up the latest issues of some bondage and female domination magazines that I enjoyed. 

	A few cars were in the parking lot when I arrived. There were a few other guys browsing the store, but it was a little early. After adding a few bucks to my card, I headed into the solitude of a darkened booth to watch some videos.

	The first film was a gay flick. A blond guy was swallowing another guy's enormous hairless dick. He was deep threading over ten inches of dong, but since it wasn't my thing, I moved on.

	The next scene on the small screen showed a guy strapped over a bondage horse with a beautiful leather-clad Mistress viciously beating her victim's ass with a bamboo cane. He was helpless and totally at her mercy, but there was none. 

	My eyes were immediately drawn to his unprotected ass cheeks as the cane made its violent contact. I could hear the swish of the long, thin wooden pole. The loud smack at impact made his muscles immediately react to the pain, as the bamboo switch seemed to imbed itself deeply into his tender flesh. My cock jumped as she drew her hideous weapon away, leaving an angry red crease across both of his trembling cheeks. Her poor, helpless victim let out a deep agonizing moan while yanking and bucking against the bonds, but the thick leather straps around his ankles and wrists held him there awaiting her next sadistic blow.

	"How many strokes of my beautiful cane did I promise you slave?" she yelled as she cruelly yanked his head up by his hair.	

	I could barely hear his undecipherable response as she pulled his head further back.

	"That's right, shit head. I promised you a hundred extremely painful strokes with my lovely cane. That's what you wanted, isn't it? Isn't that what you asked for? Let's see. You got on your knees and begged me for one hundred lashes, as hard as I could, so you wouldn't be able to sit down for at least a week. That's right, isn't it? Well, that's just the beginning."

	There was a lustful stirring in my balls as I stared in awe at that wonderful sight. I undid my jeans and let my cock spring to a full, unrestricted erection. My undivided attention was on the young male's ass as the cane sliced through the air once more. I knew he heard it coming. I could see his muscles tighten just before the loud smacking impact. He shook in his bonds as the cruel switch bit deeply into the tender crease where his thighs met his ass. That one hurt far worse than the one before it. I could tell from his reaction.

	For more than fifteen minutes, I watched in sheer desire as she left dozens of angry, deep red rising welts across his butt. So many of these flicks were so fake, but this one was real. He took the full force of every blow and suffered for his Mistress. I envied him so. I would have given anything to change places with him, to be strapped over that horse so tight I couldn't move and feel every agonizing stroke of her cane. I wanted to experience her violent wrath. It was so exciting. God, I wanted it so much. 

	My hand found my throbbing cock. Creamy pre-cum had been steadily dripping from my pee slit and covering the underside of my rock-hard shaft. Fuck, I was hot!

	"That's fifty, slave. Did you like them? We're about half way there," the sexy Mistress asked him. "I think it's time for a little change. I'm going to use the cat-o-nine tails for the remainder of your session. What do you think? Nine stiff, leather lashes instead of one. Nine times the pain every time I strike you?"

	Slowly I fondled my balls and worked the hot, sticky juices into my hard stretched cock flesh. I watched as the beautiful woman picked up the hideous cat and immediately brought it brutally across his already welting ass. All nine of the vicious tails spread out and found his extra tender flesh. He screamed mutely into the oversized ball gag and thrashed uncontrollably against the unyielding horse.

	Repeatedly her whip found a new spot to leave its painful marks. As her whip bit cruelly into the backs of his thighs, the screen went black. I was out of time.

	"No, not now! Oh fuck!" I said. My card ran out. I was sitting in near darkness with a raging hard-on, and the film had come to an end. I sat there for several minutes waiting for the over-heated blood to drain from my steel-like poker. Finally, I buttoned up my Levis and pulled my shirt down over my still rock-hard boner.

	I went up to the counter and asked the woman for another twenty dollars on my card. 

	"Found one you really liked today, kid?" the clerk asked. "You know the film is still running. You probably missed the best part. Why don't you just rent the DVD and take it home?"

	"Can I do that?"

	"Sure, it's five bucks a day. All you need is an ID and a credit card. So, what film were you watching?"

	"Ah.... I'm not sure of the title."

	"Tell me what it's about," she said.

	"Ah ??" ah.... A guy is ??" ah ??" bound over a bondage horse and having his butt beaten by a woman dressed in black leather."

	"Oh, Ass Whipped Slave. You into that sort of thing?" the good-looking, middle-aged woman asked.

	"No, I don't think... ah, no. not really."

	She just grinned as I pulled out my driver's license and Visa card. I couldn't wait to get home and see him unable to escape and have his ass being brutally whipped on my 54 inch hi-def. My cock immediately started to throb, creating a substantial bulge in my pants. I signed the credit card receipt as quickly as I could, knowing she could see my rising problem. I could feel the wetness of my juices against my flesh. God, I hoped it wasn't leaking through these old faded jeans. After all, I dressed so fast, I didn't put on any underwear.

	"Just a minute," the teasing clerk said, "I have to make a copy of your license."

	By the time she returned, I had adjusted my cock a little to be a little less noticeable, but it didn't lessen the intensity of my boner. My heart was racing and my balls were going into overdrive. I could feel my pulse pounding both in my chest and up the length of my out of control pecker. The thought of watching his ordeal repeatedly excited me beyond control.

	She knew that I was in a state of excitement. 

	"You know the new issues of the magazines you usually buy just arrived. Want them today while you're here?" she asked. She was stalling me, making me mentally suffer just a little. 

	She reached behind the counter and brought up three newspaper-like magazines. The woman knew me better than I realized. On the glass counter laid copies of Leather Links, Women in Command and Capitulation.

	I reached into my pocket and pulled out a twenty, handing it to her without saying a word. She slid the tabloid-sized magazines into a bag and gave me back eight bucks. 

	"The DVD is due back by Monday, Sean Michael," she said with a grin as she read my name from my license.

	"Okay...."

	"Sean Michael Malone. Is that Irish?" she asked inquisitively.

	"No, it's Scottish."

	"You mean like Rob Roy in the movie?"

	"Yea, Rob Roy Macgregor. He was my grandfather many generations ago."

	"Neat! Tell me, do all Scotsmen have one like that?" she asked as she stared at the bulge in my pants.

	I just blushed, turned away and headed for the door. She had noticed the size of my still-hard penis. 

    I guess I'm lucky, being quite well endowed. My circumcised cock is a couple of inches longer than the average. It's better than eight inches in length and about an inch and a half thick when aroused. The large mushroom shaped head makes many a girl take a deep breath when they first see it, 'cause it surely is a formidable weapon. 	My balls are about average. I guess, but nestle snugly at the base of my cock in a tight little package. They don't hang down loosely like a lot of guys. 

    I guess the old saying just doesn't hold true. You know, "big feet ??" big dick." I'm nearly six feet tall and wear a 10 ½ sneaker. With me, it's just the opposite. Most guys would give their right nut to be hung like me." 

    I just smiled and continued towards the door. 

    "Well, do they?" she asked with a little giggle. 

    "Probably not," I grinned sheepishly.

    "See you next week?"

    "Probably Monday when I bring the movie back."

    "Okay big guy."

    As I headed up the street towards my apartment, I pushed my cock down in a more normal position. I could feel something wet on my belly. As I looked down, I saw the huge wet spot on the front of my jeans. I supposed she noticed that too.