[choc] [1996-02-22] Removing The Chocolate [Fm best]
Removing the Chocolate, by Rajah Dodger
<rdodger@hotmail.com>, Copyright (c) 1996. All rights reserved,
except that electronic not-for-profit reproduction rights only
are explicitly granted with the stipulation that this authorship
and permission note must remain attached.
Word Count: 947
For Mystrys.
[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/ 02-22-1996 Rajah Dodger (c) All Rights Reserved