Into the Cube

Stepping up to the door it was flat dark. Not an ounce of light was getting in or out. Running my hand up to it I applied just a bit of pressure and it seemed to move just like fabric. Bending around my finger’s pressure I added the rest of my hand. Pushing harder I felt more resistance. Until my hand dived in, and was encased in the material. I couldn’t pull it out either. There was a compression around it, I couldn’t wiggle my fingers at all either. Looking over at Lily she simply nodded at me.

Pushing forward I **** the rest of my arm into the black. My other arm grew to accompany it. I felt Lily’s hands on my waist. “Ready?” was all she asked. Nodding in response she lifted my waist up and away from the door frame. Lifting my legs they slipped into the darkness like my arms. After my forearms and calves were in her hands moved to my back. Forcing me deeper. All I could do was stare in as I was encased. “Hold your breath” She said just before my mouth made contact. I took a deep breath. And was able to exhale. I wasn’t where I thought I was.

I couldn’t see, But I could tell that I was no longer upright. I was horizontal, I was in the position that I was in when I went through the door. And I still couldn’t move, well mostly. I could move my head around but that was about it. I felt, connected? The black mass that I could only assume was still surrounding me. If the mass was touched, I would feel it, even if it weren’t directly on me. I could hear, even though it was slightly muffled. But that was all I had. A small step around me was all I could hear. A finger ran along my back, then up? The “webbing”

I felt like a cube shape. I squirmed a little bit and heard a snicker.

“No no no, good little boys don’t try and move when in the cube. No, good little boys acknowledge their position. That they are nothing, the cube brings them, to nothing. They are just holes for others to play and use as they see fit. And I, want to use yours.”

Moving my mouth was a mistake. Opening it Felt like cracking an overpressured container. A flood of air went in. But this was thicker than that. It was wet. Coating every crevice of my mouth it was instant. But then nothing changed. I could feel everything like normal. Instantly. My tongue could move all around.

A sting. Sharp and painful. Instantly another. Back and forth. Cheek to cheek I had to bear her slaps. Sharp stinging pain went from my ass cheek straight through my torso. Then came the clawing. A sharp nail, running down my thigh. Followed by another, running up my other thigh. They started and ended just above the inside of the knee cap and below the ass cheek. One was in a straight line. Another in a curve running side to side with the nail. A pause, still heavy air. Silence. Instantly a series of spanks, dozens across my ass, side to side, top to bottom. All over beaten. If skin were exposed it would be pink by now.

“Mmmm, I love beating your ass.” A slight shift in the black. Her finger was running along the side. She was crossing to the front of the cube. Swiftly a hand gripped my jaw, squeezing it with nails sharply pressing against my skin. What was odd was, my flesh seemed to compress with the **** of her grip. My lips were **** out and open. They felt far more sensitive, a finger was running around them. It was spreading something wet. Some of it seeped into my mouth. Sweetness, strawberry. I began to reach forward, more. It was water in a desert. Her finger pushed past my lips; I lost control of my tongue, Indulgence was all I could feel. The smooth liquid coated my senses in my head. It was bliss. Anything to stimulate me at that point would have sent me into a stupor.

Fitting then that just as quickly as I had lost myself the finger was removed. I groaned in frustration, need consumed me just as quickly as my bliss. “Aww, is someone hungry? Something wants to feel. Something wants to be acknowledged. Is that right?” All I could do to respond was grunt and groan louder and louder. Nodding my head as fervently as possible. Even my ass was shaking and thrusting with want. “Hmm well I suppose. If it’s being this needy. But I have an itch to scratch when this is over.”

A flurry of slaps crossed my ass. I had to guess it was a flogger, sharp stings went back and forth across me. Arching my rear with each strike it was getting to be my new resting point. It only just occurred to me at this point that I was getting hard. There was a breath of silence, and then air. I finally felt something that wasn’t the black, open cool air flew up and down my crack. Quickly a cold wetness covered my skin, pressure followed onward. It was familiar now, our last encounter. When she pinned me, I relaxed in both familiarity and relaxation. Brilliant overwhelming pleasure radiated from my ass. Slowly she pushed in, and it didn’t take long for her to reach my button. I lulled out my tongue and groaned deeply to the stimulation. She pressed on until I felt the weight of her against my hips. She had pierced deep within me and our energies were that of nothingness and everything. But with this act, she had given me purpose in this moment. The warmth and power she poured into me with her thrusts were consistent. I felt, purposeful, that there was a reason for; Me.

I spent, years, feeling every movement she poured into me. Every one an expression of love and care. I was trapped, in a sedentary cube of black latex. And had no form that was defining. Sure you could tell I had a dick, you could maybe infer that I was male because of my shoulders, or short hair (no hair in this case). But if I were at a proper party, it couldn’t be deciphered any details of who I was. I was just a tool, for use. But with her, she showed me that I had purpose. That even when I wasn’t myself, I or really anyone who was in my place, had purpose. That anyone could contribute to others. There was so much emotion. So much power, the bliss of it all overwhelmed me. I was in heaven from the feeling but my mind had dropped off all together. It was nothing in that moment, but everything. She didn’t let me go from this moment. And Lily knew what I could take.

Pressing on she was relentless against me. Constant hammering and smooth pressure. I clung to her with every fiber I could. It was a relentless onslaught of pleasure. I couldn't tell at the time but I had been leaking pre-cum all the time. She was rolling over my prostate like a saw. Back and forth. Constant contact with differing levels of **** based on what part of her was nearing it. I couldn't stop her. I didn't want to. Every part of me wanted this. I began to tremble and shake. I felt a wave building across me. My feet began to shake heavily and I lost feeling in my calves and feet. It was building up more and more. She pushed one final time and began to unload in me. She had throbbed into be and I began to orgasm. The waves and of pleasure unloaded through me. No sounds could be understood from what I was making. It was melting. I had passed out at this point. And I was in pure ecstasy.