This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/846172 on 2020-01-24.
Finn accepts the changes the ring has made, and learns more about the ring and about Mr Pollex and Navi. The third and final part of Finn’s story (for now, at least).
When I woke the next day, I was lying on my back on Navi’s bed. It was already late morning, judging by the light. My arms and legs ached. My hole felt empty. I sat up, wiped my eyes.
“Ah, Finn, I see you are awake.”
I froze. Mr Pollex was sitting in a chair in the corner, watching me. He had unbuttoned his checked shirt, revealing a chest with a decent covering of grey hair. Navi, fully nude, was kneeling between his legs, his head buried in Mr Pollex’s crotch. Navi’s arms were tied behind his back with the rope from last night. From the way he was bobbing up and down, he was obviously giving Mr Pollex a blowjob. More black rope ran around his chest and arms, forming a tight harness. His ankles were crossed and tied off with rope as well. Mr Pollex must really like his rope bondage. Or maybe it’s Navi that likes it?
Continue reading “The Purity Ring, part 3”
This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/843315 on 2020-01-22.
Mr Pollex’s assistant Navi gets Finn into even more trouble as the ring opens Finn’s mind to new possibilities.
I slept fitfully. Tied to the bed in Mr Pollex’s shop, my hands cuffed together, my arms secured tightly in a leather armbinder, I barely managed any sleep. Unable to lie flat on my back, I had to constantly roll from side to side to relieve the pressure on my shoulders. Through it all, that damned ring kept me so hard, I felt as if the slightest movement of air over my dick would make me shoot my load.
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This story was originally posted at https://www.gayspiralstories.com/newStory/show/834794 on 2020-01-16.
Finn buys a cursed purity ring from Christian bookshop owner Mr Pollex. It proves to be more than he can handle.
“You have the most beautiful hands.”
I snatched my hand away, a little roughly. Mr Pollex seemed hurt by this, but he quickly regained his composure. “When you’re my age, you learn to enjoy the great pleasure of admiring the easy graces of youth,” he said. “I’m so very sorry if I… weirded you out there. May I help you find anything else?”
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