Message-ID: <16004eli$9810042016@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/16004.txt> From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: [ASSM] Story: Chains - chains.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6ujsm7$k2m$3@solaris.cc.vt.edu> Greetings. Here is another story from the Mind of H.D. Meister. If you are not at least 18 or live in a community which does not allow adult material, DO NOT READ THIS. Post freely, archive and critique as you will so long as the work is not altered in any way, you do not gain a profit from my work, and all due credit is given to the author: me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chains By: H.D. Meister (dez187lm@hotmail.com) I am much stronger now than I was that day I first saw you. Back then I was starving for someone to hold at night. I longed for a soul to share the morning sun with. I was foolish to see those possibilities within your eyes. Now... all that binds us are the chains of what was. I remember the first night I spent with you in my arms. I felt complete for the first time in my life. I wanted nothing more than to exist in that one moment until Time had ceased to exist. And when I saw your head turn towards mine I lost my soul in your deep blue eyes. Not that I cared; I had what I needed and wanted. Or so I thought; now I know better. It was glorious. I lost my virginity to you that night. I lost my innocence. And it is because of that second loss that I still have the power to forgive you. When we slept together... No. We fucked. There was no emotion behind our actions other than Lust. All I wanted was to please you. All you craved was something inside your cunt. Or asshole or mouth. All you wanted was a replacement for the toy you'd grown bored with. I was that new toy. And you said you loved me. How many times have your lips been touched by those words? Did you say them to the toy before me when you were on your knees? Did you mutter them while his dick was ramming its way across your vocal chords? I know you said them before you filled your mouth with my dick. I can still remember every harmonic of your lustful voice that night. I had thought that I was the luckiest man living. I was wrong on both accounts: I was not lucky and I was not a man. No man would blindly follow anyone without knowing at least a hint of motivations. Love. You don't know what that word means. All you know is sex. Cunt. Asshole. Lips. Dick. Balls. That's the full extent of your knowledge. You spent thousands at college for THAT?!?! Who is the bigger fool. I don't even think you felt my dick inside your well worn cunt. I was nothing more than a simple expansion to fit a idle pastime. You didn't care about me. You didn't even care about yourself. If I hadn't been trained to use a condom you would have fucked me. Your own body would have rotted away from whatever named and unnamed disease I may have held. All that mattered was that your cunt was filled by someone else. Love. Lazy is more like it. When you told me what to do and how to touch you, I accepted blindly. You were teacher and I was faithful student. I know better; I was nothing more than a blank slate. You crafted me as you saw fit. You would have made me into another of the mindless fuck machines clanking their way across the bars and dance clubs. It pained you to have to expend even that little bit of energy. Yes... now that I am stronger I look back and see it all so clearly. You laid there, content to feel your cunt moisten as I plowed between your thighs with the strength of a student determined to earn his teacher's respect. You didn't care; all that mattered was that you were getting fucked. I never once considered how well or how poorly you sucked my dick. That you had chosen me was more than enough reward then. You didn't even recognize the pleasure you were giving me; it was just another job. Something you had to expend energy to do. And I was no better. Feeling the silky touch of your hand against my balls was pure bliss. When I was about to shoot off in your mouth, I tried to warn you. And when you hummed, I took that as acceptance of my actions. I was PROUD!! You had chosen to swallow my seed. I felt HONORED!! What a fool I was then. But now I am stronger. And I fucked you with the strength of Love. I tried to please you. In and out and in and out I went, wanting to see the pleasure twist your face. I wanted to know that I had done this thing. And you treated me like a child. Your face twisted, but only when you thought it was appropriate. Even when I felt fear as One of my fingers slid into your asshole, you reacted out of that same coldness. You soothed me with soft words and stroked my back softly. But you didn't care. That night I did things I had only heard about. I filled your asshole with cock again and again and listened to your moans, always believing you enjoyed what I was doing. Fool. You didn't care; all that mattered was that you were getting fucked. I could have been a dildo... so long as I was wielded by another. You could care less. I stroked your breasts thinking I was doing right. I kissed the nape of your neck. I smelled toy hair. I lost myself. But I have found more than you ever knew existed. In the chain that binds us, I now know every link. I can see every link as clearly as a cloudless Summer morning. I know what you are. Even though I don't know what I am, I know what I am NOT. I am not a plaything. I am not scum. I am not a swinging dick looking for its next piece of ass. I am MAN. it took the loss of innocence and countless hours figuring out where I went wrong to figure out this much. But I did. And I look back upon than chain. And I study the master link. For I did not love you. You did not love me. And when the time comes for me to forge more links in the chain of Life, I will have the knowledge of what I am not. Can you say the same? Do you even have it within you to acknowledge the fact that you have to ask this question. One day that chain will choke the life from your lungs. It will not be attached to whatever toy you have plugged into your asshole. It will not be the one your "master" pulls. You will die as you have lived: in blissful ignorance of what you could have been. Love could have caressed you with human hands. Your cunt would know the pleasure it was meant to know. Maybe someone would have kissed those lips tenderly and given you pleasure beyond reason. But that time will never be. Your chain is cast, and Death is its only use. As for me... I am stronger. I know this... for I pity you and the loss. (dez187lm@hotmail.com) -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>