not all treasure is silver and gold - chapter 8

Goosebumps broke out over my entire body as I started to shiver. All because of him. All because of what he was doing and how he was looking doing it.

Before me on the big, dark bed covered by silk black sheets and cushions, his pale body was spread out against the softness of the shiny fabric. Standing out so white against the darkness of the bed he was laying on.

Everything about him was enthralling, and the second I opened my eyes, I knew I was lost. I knew I was sucked in by his wicked beauty, and that fighting it was no use. For now anyway.

I knew I would never be the same again, as my eyes were no longer pure.

They were now bewitched by the dark magic that was him. He cursed my eyes, as I knew this image would never leave my mind. It was what I would see every time I closed my eyes.

Everything….everything about him…..

From his long, slender and elegant legs that were decorated by black heathen images inked on his smooth and snow white skin. Both of them slightly bent.

They were spread slightly as his feet were placed against the board at the foot of the bed for support, he was pushing back against the material so intensely, the wood made cracking noises like to was going to give way. Both his bare feet curled their toes in ecstasy. Those nails were also painted black.

My eyes slid over them, from his toes to his feet. From his ankles to his knees. From his knees to his thighs.

His stomach, also graced by dark ink was smooth and slightly toned, but still very soft looking. Moving constantly as the muscles underneath that flawless skin rippled uncontrollably from the pleasure he was obviously experiencing, as that moment a heated moan escaped him again.

His entire body was glistening in the candlelight, as he started to look more and more like a magical creature. The sweat forming on his body made little stars of light reflect and dance on his pure skin as his body writhed against the sheets lovingly.

His chest was heaving, being just as smooth as the rest of him, and I could clearly see both his small, flat and rosy nipples fully erected. He sometimes graced them with his arm as he reached down, causing him to gasp and close those green emerald eyes in pleasure.

I felt my chest starting to heave just as intensely as his was, as my blood rushed with adrenaline from the unwanted excitement, and made my heart beat faster and faster.

His head was thrown back against the pillow from the sate of bliss he was in, exposing his long, slender neck and the muscles that moved underneath the skin as he whimpered and arched his back lifting his body slightly off the mattress and showing off the thinness of his small waist.

And his face. Leaving out the parts of his body I hadn’t dared to look at yet, that was the most beautiful thing of all. The most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

His curls were damp with sweat and his hair was draped gracefully around his head on the silk pillow. His eyelids fluttered like the wings of a butterfly and his heavy, dark lashes stroked his cheeks gently. Sometimes he closed them completely to show off his dark eyeliner, or clenched them shut as he gave in to the sensation rushing through his delicate body. Sometimes opening them to stare into nothing with a lustful, absent gaze in the spring green sparkles that were his eyes.

The heat in the room and the sweat forming on his rippling body was starting to get to his snow white skin. His cheeks had began to flush slightly pink and made him look like an innocent, blushing virgin.

His actions however, showed me he was not at all what he looked like.

And his lips. They were shining and moist as his pink, soft looking tongue traced them every so often. Looking as red as ripe fruit, he parted them slightly so another moan could escape from him. They were full from having his pearly white teeth bruising them when the feeling became to much for him and he had to bite into them, looking like he was holding back a scream.

His lips were the most perfect of all.

That was before I couldn’t resist looking at what he was doing to himself to make him so ecstatic. I was in need to see what was making him feel so heavenly. I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at his sinful actions.

Without my permission, my eyes just wandered to where he was touching himself. To the place that unmarried men were not supposed to touch or look.

The sight of his sharp, beautiful, pale hips made me want to cry from the stir my erection made, growing more painful with every inch of skin my eyes took in of his perfect body. They lifted slightly off the bed every now and than, before he placed his behind back against the silk. His behind, which view was taken from me as he laid on his back.

And between his legs, standing proud and big from his magical body, was his erection.

**

I couldn’t help but gasp loudly as I now understood for the first time in my life what arousal truly did to a man’s body.

He was so big. Even though I understood he had grown larger now he was aroused, I knew he was still larger than I would ever be. Probably than most men would ever be.

He was moist, the head glistening pink in the light. There was already some sort of fluid coming out of the tip as he held himself firmly with one strong hand and pumped up and down.

Slowly, but hard, I could tell, as he rubbed the moisture into the head with his thumb, playing with it lightly with his fingers as he moved up and down slowly. It was something my eyes refused to take themselves off as he stroked himself and threw his head back again to whimper.

"Aaah, ohhhh godddd."

I was so hypnotized by the scene I didn’t even notice him suddenly looking at me. And so when words suddenly broke through the atmosphere of pants and grunts coming from both of us, I almost lost my balance and fell, both the chair and me, to the floor. Luckily I managed to keep myself up.

"You like what you see Bammie. I can tell."

He whispered to me in one breath, and I could feel my heart beating faster. His low voice thick with pleasure and his lustful eyes boring into me as he made love to himself with his hand.

Usually I would not call something this unholy such a beautiful thing but I couldn’t help it. He was making it so beautiful and tender, but still so very wrong. As he caressed himself, I couldn’t deny he was truly worshipping his own body. It was love.

I could only stare back at him as I released my bottom lip from between my teeth as I felt my bruised lips parting to release my ragging breathing. He wasn’t stopping his movement while his eyes never let mine go, waiting for an answer as he never stopped the pleasuring movements on his naked body right in front of me.

"Admit it Bammie, you enjoy this. You enjoy it more than I do. Oohh fucking hell." He cursed as he spoke to me with a moaning voice. He almost seemed too high on the feeling to actually understand what he was saying. I knew I wasn’t able to answer him as none of my bodily functions seemed to work properly anymore. Except for the erection that was now throbbing against the fabric of my breeches and making my hips wriggle against the ropes tied around me.

I wondered, had I not been tied up, would I have reached down to maybe take some of the unbearable aching from my groin. Would I have committed such a horrible sin that he was seducing me to commit.

But my body was begging for it, screaming for it as I could feel all my lower muscles contracting in need. I had never felt such an intense feeling inside of me, and it was completely messing with my mind. It was making me feel impure, and disgusting.

And so extremely aroused. So extremely heated. So extremely….horny.

**

It made my stomach clench and my eyes flutter. It made my tongue dart out to wet my parted lips and it made my breath ragged from the desire. It made me a different person.

My mind screamed this was wrong, that I needed to close my eyes, that I needed to be repulsed by this and pray to the lord for strength. But that voice was getting smaller and smaller as I drowned so deeply in him and his eyes, his body, his noise…..his smell that filled the room. The sinful smell of…..of sex.

"Yeahhhhh. You love this, you naughty boy. You wish it was you I was doing this to."

I wish he would stop talking. I wish he would just stop. I wish he didn't show me what he was now showing me as he spoke. Because it stirred something so deep inside of me I was ready to fall over the edge. I was ready to completely let go and fall into nothing. To loose myself and everything I stood for.

He lifted his round little hips off the bed with both his strong, slim legs to show me what his second hand had been doing to himself all this time.

To show me he was now using his fingers to wander below his erection, and between his cheeks to reach the tight little hole in between.

Oh god, his hands. I, myself had once felt that jolt of pleasure running trough my core when I had been bathing myself and accidentally brushed my fingers against that small opening in my body. I had always avoided doing it afterwards since it had felt so pleasurable. I had even confessed it to the priest who forbid me to ever explore that sensation.

But he, he wasn’t just touching himself. He wasn’t just exploring the sensation. He was entering himself.

Two of his long, elegant fingers were buried inside his tight little opening as his body twisted and writhed against his hand. Pushing himself further down onto it as his feet pushed back and forth against the board of the bed. Sinking in deeper and deeper with every stroke as he ripped his eyes away from me to throw his head back in pleasure.

"Hnnnnnnnnnn, Right there……"

He moved up and down on himself, exploring himself with his fingers in his entrance. Looking so hot and tight around his fingers that it looked almost painful. But the moans rising from deep inside him told me it wasn’t painful as it was satisfying. Not to mention making me moan just as hard as he was as I unconsciously started to rub my tied up thighs together.

As he moved his long fingers inside of him, his other hand was still pumping his dripping erection, looking so desperate for more attention and ready to spill as he seemed to touch it just right to make his entire smooth, white body shiver and the muscles move right underneath the skin.

"Look at me Bammie, and tell me this is not what you want. Tell me you don’t want me to do this to you." His voice made me tremble as silent tears streamed down my face in frustration and arousal.

My body wanted to me touch myself. To let him touch me. My body wanted release of this blissful torment.

My mind wanted to kill him for this. For making me commit a sin by just making me think about this. Making me watch this. Something so wrong. For keeping me here against my will.

For beating me. For scolding me.

For making me feel confused of who I was and what I wanted. For being so awfully irresistible.

"Tell me you don’t want me to make you feel this good. To make you scream my name when you come."

His voice was shivering with intensity as he moaned uncontrollably. His body was pushing back harder and harder against his movements as sweat was now covering his pale snow skin with the dancing sparkles.

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t breath. I couldn’t stop shaking and I couldn’t stop crying. I couldn’t even stop my legs from rubbing against each other to ease the burning pleasure that my rock hard erection was spreading through my lower belly.

"You can’t. Because you want it."

He could tell the effect he had on me as an evil grin broke through on his face as his ecstatic eyes grabbed hold of mine again, as they looked right through my soul to see into my head. To read my every feeling and thought.

He knew, that I wouldn’t be able to resist him. And he smiled.

"Admit it Bam. I want to hear you say it."

He wouldn’t let this go. He would never let this go. He knew I was about to collapse and give in. About to give in to this feeling of standing on this cliff, ready to fall down without being able to stop it.

I opened my mouth to speak. My bottom lip quivering, to resist. But nothing came.

"You want it Bam. Say it. Tell me the truth." He begged me, as if it was the key to his release. He begged me while his whole body seemed to climb higher and higher on pleasure as the movement of his hand seemed to increase.

He stroked his erection harder and faster as his fingers plunged into him deeper and harder to find that obvious sweet spot inside the tight heat.

He seemed so lost in himself, but still his attention was focused on me as he panted beautifully through his moist lips and looked at me through those heavy dark eyelids. His moans turned into whimpering as he seemed to become more and more desperate. For his release or for me to speak. I didn't know.

But I couldn’t fight it any longer. I was getting so weak. That deep, brutal feeling was sucking all the energy out of me as tears were wetting the collar of my shirt. My body simply couldn’t stand this torment any longer.

I wanted it. He was right. I did want it. And I knew I couldn’t lie to him.

"TELL ME!"

And his aggressive, heated shout made me gasp and bring out the truth. It had been bubbling underneath the surface. I could no longer deny him what he wanted, or it would be the death of me. Having to watch him and making me feel this unbearable sensation.

"I do."

**

It was only a whisper. But he screamed when I said it. Throwing his head back as he finally came with extreme intensity.

His entire body tensed as he spurted his release all over his own heaving chest and stomach. He seemed to be leaving this world for a moment. Lost in pure pleasure as he instantly pulled up both his legs closer to his chest.

Making me watch him with an open mouth and a soaked forehead as he came so beautifully in front of me. Shivering and gasping as if he was dying from the intense pleasure rushing through him. His eyes filled with nothing but pure bliss.

I had never seen a man climaxing in my life. Not even myself. Honestly, I had never even climaxed while conscious.

I had no idea it would be like this. That it was this….beautiful. This intense.

He seemed to be coming down from his high as his muscles seemed to visibly relax in front of me. His breathing was slowing and his body stretching like a big cat.

He purred and rolled himself over slowly to rub his stained belly against the sheets contently. Opening his eyes to look at me again.

Showing me his buttocks as they were now up in the air, and making me realize it was not just the breeches that made them look so good. His behind was as beautifully shaped as it had seemed to be. So in balance with the rest of his body in every way.

He was panting happily and looking so at peace as he gazed at me with those big contented green orbs.

He was through. He was released.

I was not.

And the way he was looking at me…..

As if he knew that when he had come, it had almost set me off just as hard, had I not fought to stay away from such sin. Fight to not give him the satisfaction.

But it was a mistake. He knew I was in this state. And he knew, deep down, I wanted him to do it. I wanted him to release me from this horrible prison that was the unbearable feeling of unsatisfied lust. A feeling that was driving me completely mad.

After all I had seen. I wanted to know what it was like.

That feeling would be gone in the morning. That feeling would be gone the moment I would be released. That feeling would only leave horrible regret and eventually hell.

And still, it was all I could think about this moment.

I wanted him to come up to me, walking like the big jungle cat he was, and untie me.

To make it all stop. To take me to that world.

I closed my eyes for a moment. Getting ready for him to come over and do it.

The way he was looking at me, I knew he was going to.

Or so I thought he would.

"Mmmmmm, Ohhh god that was incredible. Thank you Bammie….. Goodnight."

It was all he purred with a sleepy smile before he rubbed his hands satisfied over his naked body and opening his sheets, slipping underneath before curling up and blowing out the candle on the nightstand.

Leaving me sitting in the dark. Stunned. Without being able to move. With a throbbing erection rubbing against my inner thigh, an open, panting mouth, burning eyes and drenched cheeks.

Watching his beautiful, sleeping form.

Leaving me sitting like that until the next morning.

Damn him to hell.

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