Adventures of a London Call Boy by Ben Franckx

I realised that the voice was behind me. ‘You’ve taken a lot so far.’
    I pondered the implications of ‘so far’.
    â€˜I don’t want to ruin you the first time,’ she said, now from beneath me. I felt her hands on my cock, and suddenly, there was a condom on me. I strained to move downwards, but felt the pain as my balls were pulled back against their strap.
    â€˜Now, I want you to fuck me. As hard as you like,’ she said. I could only move so far down without splitting my reproductive organs in two, but somehow, I felt her rise to meet me. Her underwear was gone, although the long silk dress and her stockings appeared to be on still. I tried to thrust, but each push brought intense pain with the resistance against my testicles. She’d obviously been turned on by the act, as she moaned with pleasure with no more than half of me inside her. I tried to thrust, but could not, but she squirmed and arched beneath me, drawing me into her. Again, I pushed, and the pain grew. We were moving together, I with my limbs still stretched, she running her hands all over me, occasionally allowing her nipples to brush against me.
    Suddenly, I felt a release: she had unhooked the leash, or it had come unhooked, more likely, as she seemed surprised. My weight fell forward onto her, and my cock pushed deep inside her. I felt a rush that was almost the prelude to coming, but I lifted back my head and held on. I fucked hard, almost angrily, clearly to her taste. I could feel her rubbing her clit against me, savouring the sensation, and soon she was coming with noisy screams, many of which included strange abuse, swear words and desperate pleas for more, harder. Soon she was shaking beneath me, but I was not finished. I controlled myself and then doubled my efforts, rubbing hard against her while thrusting quickly and insistently deep inside her. She came again, biting hard into my neck.
    As she shook underneath me, something strange happened: I felt the bonds on my wrists come loose. I lost my balance and found myself half falling off her. Without coming, I pulled out of her and then, before she had quite realised what was happening, I spun her round beneath me. I pushed my knees between her legs and grasped her wrist with one hand, and pressed her down, from behind. With the other hand, I separated her lips and guided my cock into her.
    Once I was in, I held both her wrists firmly against the bed. My weight on her, I slid deeper inside. She gasped, part in pleasure, part in surprise, and did again as, having grasped both wrists with one hand, I slid a finger between her buttocks, and then further in. Then I released her hands, and with my free hand, I spanked her buttocks, gently at first, then harder. Soon, she came again, calling me a series of filthy names, her sex pulsating around me. I pushed my finger deeper inside her, and then with the harshest of spanks so far gave a final thrust and felt myself ejaculate, hard and for a long time, my balls rising against the clamp.
    Once I’d come, I pulled off the blindfold and managed to undo my wrists and balls. She was lying, face down, a catlike grin about her face. I loosened the ankle straps and found some clothes. There was a bathroom en suite, where I picked off the wax and examined myself for any obvious signs of injury. I’d got away more or less unscathed.
    Back out in the room, she was sitting back up, her hair wildly ruffled and her dress askew.
    â€˜Cesc, erm, I hope you don’t think …’
    I cut her off with a gesture.
    â€˜Same time next week?’ I said.
    A smirk crossed her face. She nodded. I took the money on the table and left.

Chapter Twenty-one
    I was sitting in a café in Primrose Hill with Celeste when she noticed the scars: a deep bite mark on my neck and a singe on my face where I suppose that some wax must have gone astray.
    â€˜Whatever have you been getting up to?’ she asked.
    â€˜I saw that