Toy Box: Rings
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With a gentleness I hadn't experienced before, Lan urged me onto my back, lifting my legs, sliding me fully onto the bed. I was trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down my cheeks, hands twisting the red silk in tight fists as I struggled to continue to obey him.
Lan kissed my lips tenderly. A quick lift and twist that I barely felt in my misery removed the tooth of the dragon ring from my urethra. “You have done well, nán-hái. I am proud of you. You have earned your reward. Come for me."
Those last three words were all that my tortured body needed to hear. I came instantly, crying out Lan's name, hips pumping into the air. On and on it went, until I thought the intensity of my orgasm might actually kill me. I saw stars, the edges of my vision graying, my ears filled with the sound of my pounding heart.
Although I was still floating on a cloud of euphoria, I was aware of Lan removing the jade dragon cock ring from my softened penis. I felt its absence sharply, as if I'd lost a part of my body rather than a stone adornment.
"Please, Lan ... Master ... put it back on. I'll be good. I'll behave. I'll never question you again, I swear it,” I begged, looking with longing at the brilliant jade dragon.
Lan smiled. “I am tempted to keep you,” he said, gently brushing his knuckles across my cheek. “You learn quickly and well. But alas, your time here is short. I must return you now, or never again."
"I'll stay, then!"
He laughed. “No, I think not. Perhaps someday I will return to you. Perhaps not, but in either case, use what I have taught you well. Remember how it felt to submit when next you seek to master another. Remember how painful it feels to be set aside, when you wish with all your heart and soul to remain."
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Oh, man. What a fucking dream!
My face was wet, as if I'd cried in my sleep. Sitting up, I rubbed a hand over my face, trying to get my bearings. I was sitting on the wide, cold steps in front of the Museum.
Damn it! What had happened? Had I been mugged? I felt my head for lumps. It didn't appear that I'd been hit on the head. How could I have fallen asleep? Where was Lan?
I realized that I was holding something. Slowly opening my fist, I found Lan's beautiful gold and jade ring sitting on my palm. Everything came rushing back—meeting Lan, the Museum tour, the jade dragon cock ring, my submission to him.
"Remember how painful it feels to be set aside, when you wish with all your heart and soul to remain."
Did it actually happen? Had I been drugged and taken somewhere by Lan, or had I actually been magically transported to ancient China? I wanted to believe that it had all been a dream, but my body told me otherwise. I could still feel the ghost of Lan's cock fucking me, and the spirit of the dragon cock ring gripping my erection.
As I closed my fingers over the ring, I realized that it really didn't matter where it had happened, only that it had. My heart clenched painfully with memories. I desperately wanted to go back to Lan, but had no idea how or where to find him.
It was a lesson I would never forget. I knew in that moment that my days of the Triple F were gone forever. I'd never use someone and callously toss him aside again.
And the next time I sought to Master someone, to bend someone to my will, I would remember what it felt like to be the one doing the bending. I would temper my dominance with compassion, just as Lan had with me.
I said a quick, quiet prayer that one day he might return for his ring.
As I put Lan's ring in my pocket, I headed home, feeling more exhausted than I could ever remember being. My feet dragged, even though my spirit was light. I felt that when I reached home, I'd be able to sleep for a week.
And I knew, too, that when I dreamed, it would be of Lan. And I would be wearing a jade dragon cock ring.
Contributors’ Bios
Mychael Black
Mychael has been writing gay erotica for several years. When not writing, Mychael can usually be found researching or brainstorming. Mychael's favorite subjects of research are: Medieval history, Welsh history, Welsh culture, Welsh language, Swords, Castles, Archaeology, Celtic history, Celtic mythology, Vampires and vampire mythologies, Magick, Christian mysteries, Angels, and other such topics. Mychael welcomes feedback and will gladly answer all messages.
Mychael's Website: www.mychaelblack.com
Kiernan Kelly
Kiernan Kelly lives in the wilds of the alligator-infested U.S. Southeast, slathered in SPF 45, drinking colorful tropical, hi-octane concoctions served by thong-clad cabana boys.
All right, the truth is that she spends her time locked in the dark recesses of her office, writing gay erotica while chained to a temperamental Macintosh, drinking coffee, and dreaming of thong-clad cabana boys.
Sigh.
Kiernan's webpage is: www.kiernan-kelly.com/
Syd McGinley
Syd McGinley is an ex-pat Brit living in Ohio.
Syd also has a Sip available, Pet Sitting, and an Arcana story, Until the End of Time: The Chariot. Syd's writing can be found in several Torquere anthologies such as Torqued Tales, Eternal Darkness, Men in Uniform, and Play Ball, as well as a single author Taste Test, Put Some English on It.
Visit www.sydmcginley.com for more queer erotica.
M. Rode
M. Rode loves winter, being a canuck and watching boys of all sorts rub together. M. has edited various anthologies for Torquere Press and is currently the editor of the Taste Test and Toy Box lines.
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