I thought I'd share some of my fiery fantasy stories with you. Many of my stories involve women, and since this is a mostly gay forum I won't post those. Here is the first, an actual "Recurring Dream" that often wakes me up with a raging hard-on that needs to be relieved. Here it goes:
A Recurring Dream
It's a hot summer night and I'm sleeping restlessly in an upstairs bedroom. My door opens and a man in a black robe beckons me to rise up and go out the door. I climb out bed naked and walk to the door. The man in the robes directs me down the stairs and out to the backyard. I hear a murmuring crowd that goes silent as I turn the corner. I look up and see the stake. Instantly on seeing the stake I get aroused, I turn to the man in the robes and ask: "Is that for me?"
The man nods and directs me to the stake. The crowd parts to clear a pathway. I see piles of carefully split wood on the sides of the stake and a glowing brassier with some unlit torches beside it. There is a man standing beside the brassier dressed only in a black hood, blacksmith's gloves and black boots. I walk to the stake and wrap my arms around it. I reach up and feel the manacles. I clamp my own wrists into the manacles and hug the stake. The man who was standing beside the brassier has now come beside me, he touches my legs and I wrap them around the smooth stake pressing my swollen member against it. With expert hands the man wraps a length of chain around my legs. The man looks back at the man in the robes who nods, then the man in leather carefully starts to pile wood behind me. The wood is already prepared in bundles so the executioner builds the pyre quickly. The tension in my cock and balls is getting extreme, I push hard against the stake. Finally a low chant starts to rise from the crowd. "Burn, Burn, Burn." the executioner looks back at the robed man and once again he nods. The executioner lights a torch on the brassier and walks to me. I am squirming with anticipation as he circles me with the torch. I look down as he touches the torch to the pyre. I can feel the heat rise, I start to pump the stake harder. Within seconds the first flames start to lick at my waiting butt cheeks, the pain is growing but so is the stimulation, I start to scream as the flames caress my ass, driving my swollen cock against the stake. The executioner is a pro, he only adds enough wood to keep the flames licking my butt. Within a few minutes the pain is immense but the sexual stimulus is higher. I am now bucking hard against the stake, tossing my head back and forth and screaming. Finally after what seems like forever I reach a shattering climax, my swollen balls release their load against the stake, my body finally collapses against the stake, still held up by the manacles on my wrists and the chain around my legs. I am still conscious but beyond pain. One last time I see the man in the black robe nod, and I can feel the weight of fresh wood getting piled against my roasted body. I am gone.
Fireboots
A Recurring Dream
It's a hot summer night and I'm sleeping restlessly in an upstairs bedroom. My door opens and a man in a black robe beckons me to rise up and go out the door. I climb out bed naked and walk to the door. The man in the robes directs me down the stairs and out to the backyard. I hear a murmuring crowd that goes silent as I turn the corner. I look up and see the stake. Instantly on seeing the stake I get aroused, I turn to the man in the robes and ask: "Is that for me?"
The man nods and directs me to the stake. The crowd parts to clear a pathway. I see piles of carefully split wood on the sides of the stake and a glowing brassier with some unlit torches beside it. There is a man standing beside the brassier dressed only in a black hood, blacksmith's gloves and black boots. I walk to the stake and wrap my arms around it. I reach up and feel the manacles. I clamp my own wrists into the manacles and hug the stake. The man who was standing beside the brassier has now come beside me, he touches my legs and I wrap them around the smooth stake pressing my swollen member against it. With expert hands the man wraps a length of chain around my legs. The man looks back at the man in the robes who nods, then the man in leather carefully starts to pile wood behind me. The wood is already prepared in bundles so the executioner builds the pyre quickly. The tension in my cock and balls is getting extreme, I push hard against the stake. Finally a low chant starts to rise from the crowd. "Burn, Burn, Burn." the executioner looks back at the robed man and once again he nods. The executioner lights a torch on the brassier and walks to me. I am squirming with anticipation as he circles me with the torch. I look down as he touches the torch to the pyre. I can feel the heat rise, I start to pump the stake harder. Within seconds the first flames start to lick at my waiting butt cheeks, the pain is growing but so is the stimulation, I start to scream as the flames caress my ass, driving my swollen cock against the stake. The executioner is a pro, he only adds enough wood to keep the flames licking my butt. Within a few minutes the pain is immense but the sexual stimulus is higher. I am now bucking hard against the stake, tossing my head back and forth and screaming. Finally after what seems like forever I reach a shattering climax, my swollen balls release their load against the stake, my body finally collapses against the stake, still held up by the manacles on my wrists and the chain around my legs. I am still conscious but beyond pain. One last time I see the man in the black robe nod, and I can feel the weight of fresh wood getting piled against my roasted body. I am gone.
Fireboots