Body     *THE SLAVE COLLAR TALES #1:*  

  *KISS OF THE WHIP*   

  *By GILDA LILY*   

Pairing: Benny/Ray V. 

Categories: PWP, B/D, S/M. 

Rating: NC-17 for heavy BDSM sex. 

Warning: Whips, chains, collars, manacles. 

Happy 2000! This is the first story posted by me in the Year 2000. My
goodness (Okay, goodness had nothing to do with it, to paraphrase Mae
West. My kinda gal!). This is also the 100th story I'm posting to the
Hexwood Archive. I can't believe it! 100! It's been fun since July of
1996. This story is in response to my Good Twin Jeannie Marie's BDSM
Challenge on the Closet (Good Twin, my Stetson! She'd like you to think
that, but notice *she's* the one who thought this Challenge up! She's as
twisted as I am!). And, yeah, it's #1 in a projected series of hot,
sweaty, m/m (and f/f) BDSM tales. Remember, that Bennyslut needs a good
paddling! ;)  

Comments are welcome on-list and off-list. E-mail:
jeanniemarie@sprintmail.com.  

Disclaimer: Roses are red, Benny's in bed, Ray's right with him, but
bindlestitch, I don't own 'em, Alliance does! 

(c) January 15, 2000 

*Benny gasped as he lay spread-eagled on the bed. He was wide open and
vulnerable, his perfect body sheened in sweat. His wrists and ankles were
encased in leather restraints, his throat bearing the weight of a tight,
black collar. His chest heaved, the tiny silver bells affixed to his
nipples making jingling noises. Soft, silver strands were entwined around
his balls, tickling him gently if he moved. 

The room was dark, the sounds of the night carrying across the summer's
breeze. He licked his lips, a stray curl of damp hair falling across his
brow. The breeze from the open window lightly teased his anus, his body
shuddering. 

The man in the corner of the shadowed bedroom watched in pleasure. His
slender body leaned against the wall, arms crossed as he lounged in nude
perfection. His eyes were shadowed, 

moonlight streaking his body in gleaming ribbons. His cock was proudly
erect, a tiny drop of pre-cum glistening on the head. A long, black whip
trailed down his side. 

His Master moved from the corner, green eyes illuminated by the moonlight.
Benny's heart fluttered as he saw those eyes. He waited as his Master
approached the bed. 

"So beautiful," the Italian Master crooned. "So open and ready." He
touched the tip of the whip handle to his slave's lips, then allowed the
long, black, leather strands to trail across the broad chest and thighs.
Benny's hips shifted up, the Master laughing. "So eager." The Master
leaned down and whispered in his slave's ear, "Such a whore." He laughed
again as his slave's body reacted with a jerk at the words. Benny strained
to part his legs further, wanting his beautiful Master badly. 

The Italian studied his prize for a moment, then reached down and casually
pinched a nipple. Benny's soft moan pleased him. He ran elegant fingers
through the thick crop of chestnut hair on his slave's head, then yanked
on it, pulling his slave's head up. 

"You're a slut," he said conversationally. 

"Yes, Master," Benny gasped. 

The slap came hard and fast, blue eyes blinking in pain. His hair was
released and his head flopped down on the pillow. 

The lithe Italian sinuously curled his thighs around his slave's leg. He
traced a finger down the naked chest, lightly playing with the tiny bells.
The cat o'nine tails whispered across the flat stomach, resting on the
swelling cock. The Master gently bounced the captive balls, his slave's
face suffused with pleasure as the tiny silver strands created a
delightful friction. A moan escaped his slave's lips. 

Soft laughter echoed in the stark room. The Master slid between the sturdy
thighs and reached over to the nightstand and plucked a black silk scarf
off the polished surface. He danced it before his submissive's eyes, then
wound it around his mouth, tying it with a firm knot. Blue eyes stared,
green eyes sparkling with evil glee. The Master reached over again and
opened the drawer, pulling out an object. He held it up for his slave to
see. The slave began to shake his head frantically. The Master nodded yes.


The vibrator was pushed into Benny's anus, flicked on, and then the Master
sat back on his heels and watched. 

Pleasure suffused his slave's features. A glow sparkled in his
submissive's eyes, his whole body moving with desperate energy. The strong
body twisted and thrust, its cock bobbing and weeping with pre-cum. The
slave arched his back, offering his rock-hard nipples to his tormentor.
The Master folded his arms and watched the frantic movements as the slave
tried to get release, but of course he could not. His cock was flushed a
dusky rose-red, his muffled moans pleasing his Master. The pleasure was
wild, gay, abandoned...blue eyes pleaded with the calm Master to help him.


Instead, the Master pinched his nipples, a scream drowned by silk. 

Suddenly a finger was thrust into his anus and Benny's body bucked off the
bed, the bells jingling madly. The Master began to stroke his own cock,
his body erect in its kneeling position. He played with his own nipples,
then deftly pulled out the vibrator as his slave's eyes began to leak
tears. Benny nearly collapsed with relief, but then his Master leaned over
him, swollen cock in hand. 

"You're such a slut," he crooned. "A whore. You'd spread your legs wider
if I let you. You'd spread your legs for any man who walked in this room."
He unwound the scarf and Benny sobbed, "No, Master!" 

"Oh, yes, you would." The Master's voice was hard and unrelenting. "If I
lined them up outside the door, you'd beg me to let them in and fuck you.
You'd buck your hips and take them in your mouth and suck them 'til they
were ready to cum, and then you'd beg them to take you in the ass and do
it hard and long. They'd cum all over your stomach and chest and then
you'd cum all over them, and they'd make you clean it all up with your
tongue." 

"No, only you! Only you!" Benny sobbed. He gasped as the slap across his
face stung hard. 

"Don't lie to me!" the Master warned. 

"I'm not, Master!" 

"I think you are." The Italian suddenly produced a jar of cream and after
coating his fingers, jammed them into his slave's anus. Benny cried as he
was prepared, his body trembling. 

The Master smiled, his whole face alight, then rammed home. 

Benny screamed. 

The bed creaked as the Italian pumped in and out of his slave with vigor,
the gold necklace he wore shining through his dark chest hair. It was
star-shaped and had a loving message on the back. It was warm against his
olive skin. 

"Yeah, you like being fucked," he began to singsong. "You'd allow every
man in that hallway to come in and use you like the whore you are, and
you'd pull apart your own cheeks to do it. And you'd suck me on your knees
in the middle of the squadroom, your head bobbing, your butt being
squeezed by me, and you'd swallow me until I'd yank your head back and say
'Enough.' Everybody'd be watching. And then you'd get up and bend over my
desk and I'd take you long and hard in the ass." 

Both men groaned at the crude words. Pleasure cascaded through the
Master's body as he came, spilling his seed into his slave's body,
scalding delicate flesh with the heat of his passion. The slave spurted
over his Master's chest and belly, his body deflating. He was shocked back
to total awareness as he was slapped hard. 

"Clean me up." 

The slave strained to reach the cum-smeared chest that was now close to
his face. His Master unchained his wrists and Benny sat up, quickly
darting his tongue out to lick at the creamy residue on his dominant's
chest. He lapped up the lean stomach, too, and then the Italian 

indicated the washcloth and his slave went to the bathroom after his legs
were freed and proceeded to clean his Master's penis with care. Then he
cleaned himself and changed the sheets. He waited on his knees by the bed,
his head bowed and his wrists crossed behind his back. 

"On the bed." 

Benny obeyed, kneeling as he faced the wall. 

"Arms up." 

He was efficiently chained to the ceiling, his body quivering with
anticipation. He felt his Master's heat behind him, slender fingers
sliding around his ribs to begin playing with his nipples. The silvery
sound of the bells excited him. His Master's cock rubbed against his ass,
and he let out a pent-up breath. Warm breath tickled the back of his neck
above the collar. He groaned as his nipple was given a sharp tweak. 

"Mmm, my beautiful slut. You're such a delicious piece of ass." Teeth
scraped his shoulder, causing him to shiver. "You smell like pine. A pine
slave. A pin*ing* slave." He chuckled softly at that, his voice melodious
in Benny's ear. "Mmm, mmm." 

Benny's Master played with his cock, stroking its length and rubbing and
squeezing the balls, the silver threads creating that delightful friction
again. Benny rocked backwards, his ass rubbing against his Master's cock.
It was swelling, that delightful piece of flesh. He squirmed with desire
as he tried to hint what he wanted. His head was pulled back by the hair. 

"*You* don't get to decide here, slut," whispered the wonderful Italian
voice. "Slaves should be seen and not heard." 

"Yes, Mas...uh!" 

That sharp tweak of his nipple had momentaily stunned him, then he was
rocking back and forth as his Master began to move with him. Then his
Master left him and he felt bereft. 

"Master...oh!" 

The sting of the whip made his entire body jerk. He gasped as he was
struck again. 

"Don't speak unless spoken to, slut." 

"Yes..." Benny quickly clamped his lips shut, but it was too late. The
lash streaked across his back again. He moaned. 

"Good slut," his Master approved. "My, you look all nice and hot and
sweaty, slut. Spread your legs!" 

Benny immediately complied, arching his back as the whip was laid with
quick, harsh strokes. His back burned as his nipples tightened. The bells
jingled. 

"How *dare* you think of those other men, whore!" His Master's voice was
cold and hard. "Spreading your ass cheeks for them! I ought to whip you
bloody!" 

Benny whimpered, his body sagging as the whipping stopped. He jerked as he
felt the cat o' nine tails slip across his back, the strands sliding into
the crack between his buttocks. His Master slid the leather up and down,
Benny's legs trembling as his cock bobbed. Strong fingers pulled apart his
ass cheeks and began a slow, tantalizing exploration inside. He pushed
back against those fingers, then cried out as they left him and the whip
replaced the sensations. 

His body tightened with every lash, sweat running down his face and chest.
He groaned as the pain sent tingles through his body straight to his
groin. Suddenly the whipping stopped and a hot tongue was laving the welts
and bruises. He arched back, nearly screaming in pleasure. A rock-hard
cock rammed into him. 

Pinwheels danced in front of his eyes as the hot, scalding cock sliced in
and out of him. Pleasure threatened to overload his senses as his body was
rocked with the force of his Master's thrusting. His nipples were pinched
and his balls squeezed as his blood sang. He was possessed by the man
fucking him with hot Italian passion. He was Ray's, body and soul, and he
would open himself anywhere for him! 

Wiry chest hair brushed against his back and slender fingers stroked and
rubbed and pinched and tickled and he was ready to explode and his bells
jingled and he felt that incredible cock filling him and the tears began
to run down his face as he pushed back, wanting more, and his Master began
a litany of "Mine! Mine! Mine!" and he sobbed, "Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!" and
his prostate was touched and his shoulder bitten and he screamed. 

Stars exploded while the world tilted crazily, and he collapsed against
his Master's chest. His eyes were closed as he panted, the blood drained
out of him. His back and ass throbbed and his shoulder burned, and he
cried tears of happiness. 

"Bennyluv," breathed Ray into his ear, and then his Master left the bed
after giving him a sharp slap across the ass, semen trickling down his
inner thighs and calves and he hung in his bonds, possessed by love.*