Removing the Chocolate by Rajah Dodger {rdodger@hotmail.com}, (c) 1996, 2009 This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Non-Commercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License (by-nc-sa). In jurisdictions where the Creative Commons license is not recognized, United States copyright and Berne Convention provisions apply; all rights reserved to Rajah Dodger except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship and permission note must remain attached. Abstract: A man is embarrassed to show his wife the side effects of his latest BDSM session Author's Note: In a previous encounter, Mystrys painted the author's penis with a heavy coat of chocolate, with instructions to recount the process of its removal. I arrived home, walking oddly due to the unusual weight in my briefs. My wife met me at the door, frowning. "You've been playing again, haven't you? Let's see it this time," she commanded. I moved from the exposed doorway to our living room and took my accustomed place against the display wall. As she came into the room, I had already unbuckled my belt and slid the leather out of the loops, coiling it neatly on the floor by my shoes. I slid my pants down around my ankles and carefully pulled the waistband of my Jockeys out as far as possible, moving it down so as not to further damage the dull brown sheath surrounding my penis. I struggled to keep my muscles clenched so my cock would not droop, otherwise the tube would fall off. She looked at my now-cracked chocolate condom and clucked her tongue. "I have to admit, Roger, this marks some creativity on that woman's part. Although the time you came home with hickeys on your nipples still stands out as some sort of achievement. Now what are we going to do with you?" I stood at attention as she inspected the thickness of the Hershey coating. The touch of her nails along the bottom of my shaft and the feel of her breath near my balls brought my erection back, making the chocolate tube snug again. "Well, I can see a few approaches to this," she mused. "We could cut it off, freeze it and shatter it, heat it until it melts, or put whipped cream on it and lick it off." I shuddered at the thought of knives, ice, or matches near my private parts. She watched my reactions play across my face, then leaned next to my ear. "I'd like to see you work to keep it hard in an ice bath," she murmured, "but I think I'll give you some of what you think you want." With that she led me to the work table and pushed me backward. I scooted back into my designated position, lying supine with my arms and legs spread. She moved around the table, fastening the nylon cuffs to my wrists and ankles, then lightly tying the blindfold around my eyes before leaving me to contemplate my position. I heard her rattling around in the kitchen, and then her feet padded softly back into the room. I concentrated on breathing slowly as my anticipation increased. I knew how well she could read my face, and her statement seemed to indicate that she was indeed going to lick the chocolate off my needful cock. I jumped at the touch of her nails crossing the light hair on my balls, and my shaft slapped dully against my stomach. The next thing I felt was cold and wet as she slid an ice cube between my bottom cheeks. I tried vainly to lift my ass off the table enough to avoid the probe, even as my brain whirled in confusion. I knew I hadn't indicated wanting the ice treatment... She removed the cube, not before swiping it across my balls and then against my nipples. I shivered, from the cold as well as my arousal. Silence held in the room for a few long minutes, then I did in fact feel the caress of a tongue between my legs. A sharp tongue. In fact, I knew the raspy feeling well -- it was our cat! I well remembered when she had spread me out and dripped honey on my nipples; they were sore for a week. I didn't know that cats liked chocolate, but he settled down between my thighs and lapped away, his tongue dragging against the base of my shaft in a way that was both irritating and inflaming. I clenched my ass muscles and tried to focus on statistical tables and state capitals. I shouldn't have forgotten my wife -- she saw my motion and slid another ice cube beneath me as encouragement. I writhed as the cat bit off a small chunk of chocolate, his teeth nipping me in the process. I alternated for I don't know how long between trying to lift my ass away from the melting ice (which my wife kept replacing) and jumping from the rasp of the cat's tongue against my cock and the pricking of its claws on my inner thighs. Somewhere in there, she brought out the little padded clamps for my nipples. I was almost grateful for the dull pain, as the cat had stripped my shaft of most of the chocolate and was getting perilously close to the head. It wasn't going to be enough to keep me from going over the edge, though, as the cat's tongue was lapping just under my frenum and its fur was tickling my balls. It wasn't the cat's tongue, though, that brought me off. It was the feeling I got when my wife grabbed the remainder of the chocolate coating from the head of my cock and quickly twisted it off. The sudden and unexpected stimulation blew my head off, and I gritted my teeth while my thigh muscles spasmed and cum flew onto my chest and up to my chin. The damned cat padded its way over my crotch and up to my chest, where it proceeded to lick the droplets that had landed there, jiggling the nipple clamps as it did so. My breath was coming in quick gasps and my thighs were sore, and the final indignity came when my wife opened my mouth and fed me pieces of chocolate, with my own creamy filling. I whimpered, but I ate every morsel... /END/ Endnote: For Mystrys. Also, I'm subsequently informed that chocolate can be poisonous to cats.