Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2007 13:02:48 +1100
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: After Nick & Noah - chapter 8

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After Nick and Noah

Chapter 8


"Sabre! Good to see you again," Nick said enthusiastically as he opened
the door. "Come on in. I have the `boys' downstairs waiting for us.
You can change out of your street clothes in here," he added, showing
the other man into a small bedroom off the living room.

"Thanks, Trojan," replied his guest. "Nice place you've got here."

"Oh, thanks, but it's not mine," Nick answered. "This place belongs
to one of the boys ^Ö he goes by the name of `Eagar', for tonight
anyway. I think you'll like him; I know you'll enjoy him."

"I have to admit I was surprised when you showed up with your `Viking
boy' at the Tortura Club the other night," Sabre commented as he began
to strip off his jeans, revealing a hard, chiselled body draped in
shining black. Nick smiled with lusty anticipation as he watched the
show, while Sabre went on. "That first time we met ^Ö what is it, three
months ago now?^Å" Nick nodded. "I got the impression you two weren't
really into the Club's main attractions."

"We weren't," Nick confessed. "In fact, it was the first time we'd
been there. And we've only been back a few times since ^Ö one of those
times was last Tuesday when I spoke to you." The Master raised his eyes
at that, and Nick smiled openly as he explained. "I got the impression
that you weren't totally comfortable with it yourself, that first
night," he said.

Sabre chuckled. "You are perceptive, aren't you. It serves it's
purpose ^Ö lets me meet guys who want what I want to give them, if you
know what I mean. But I'm not into so completely anonymous sex. I'd be
quite happy to find one good slave to call my own. I figure the games are
fine, certainly fill in the time, but it would be nice to find someone
who was into the same game when you wanted to be, and ready to live in
the real world the rest of the time." He stood up, completing his
grooming, and turned to face Nick full on. "Do I look okay?"

Nick whistled. "You look fantastic, mate," he said.

"So, you said the other night that you wanted to arrange a little
`party' and that you thought I would enjoy it. Well, here I am.
Where's the party?" he chuckled; a lusty, sexy laugh which Nick joined.

"Follow me," Nick said. "There's an extremely well equipped dungeon
downstairs, with every toy you could possibly imagine, and two good
looking slaves just waiting to look after us."

"Just the four of us then?" asked Sabre casually.

"Uh huh," Nick confirmed. "But I'm sure you're gonna enjoy it, and
you might even find something you've been looking for," he said with a
twinkle in his eye, but refused to elaborate as he led the other Master
down into the basement of Joe's home.

As he entered the dungeon, Sabre whistled appreciatively. "Nice set up,
man!"

"It sure is," Nick agreed.

The floor was completely black, covered in leather, as was one wall. The
remaining three walls, and the ceiling, were mirrors. A sling hung in the
middle of the room, and a slave bench sat close by it. A St Andrew's
Cross was standing in a frame of steel which allowed the whole thing to
be rolled end over end. Chains swung loosely in the darkness, suspended
from the roof, and more were jumbled just below in a pile on the floor.
Half of the only non-mirror wall consisted of open shelves and pegs,
where an incredible selection of toys, whips and paddles, and hand and
ankle cuffs sat ready for use. The other half of that wall was taken up
by a massive wardrobe.

And standing in the middle of the room, eyes down and hands folded behind
their backs, were two hot, handsome slaves, waiting for orders. They both
wore tight black chaps, full harnesses across their upper bodies, and
leather hoods over their heads. One was encased in a fitted leather pouch
so that it looked as though his very genitals were made of leather; the
other wore a thong so snug that you could make out the ridge of his
cockhead outlined in black hide. And that cock was substantial, and
already semi-erect in anticipation.

"You've already met Viking," Nick said as he pointed to Noah, who
nodded quickly. "And this is `Eagar'."

"Sir," Joe snapped out. "Welcome, Sir, I hope we can please you,
Sir."

"Mmmm, I'm sure you can, boy. The name's Sabre. That or `Sir' or
`Master' will do nicely ^Ö when you're spoken to!"

"Yes, Sabre, Sir," both slaves answered quickly.

Sabre smiled appreciatively, and nodded at Nick. "Looks like they're
well trained, Trojan. I like that in a sub, as long as they have still
got some spirit!"

"Oh, I think you'll find there's plenty of that as well," Nick
answered with a grin, then lowered his voice to a commanding tone filled
with lusty menace. "Boy," he hissed at Noah, "get down here and show
Master Sabre some respect! Lick his fucking boots clean, now!"

Noah almost dived to the floor at Sabre's feet, his arse pointed
skywards as his tongue shot out, slurping at the leather footwear of the
tall man standing with his legs spread and arms folded, waiting. His
eager mouth paid full attention to them, cleaning and polishing the
Master's boots as his hands slowly worked their way up the powerful
poles of Sabre's legs, delighting in the feel of leather stretched taut
across muscle.

Sabre glanced down approvingly as the hide-clad slave lay almost prone
before him. His cock began to swell, nudging the envelope of black in
which it was cocooned forward and out as his appreciation grew. Being
worshipped like this was such a turn-on for him and he happily stood
above Trojan's boy and enjoyed the pleasure of his dominance. Noticing
the other slave standing yet, unmoving as he awaited orders, Sabre spoke
to him in a low voice.

"Eagar, don't just stand there," he said gruffly. "Get some lube and
one of those dildoes from that bench over there ^Å"

As Joe hurried to comply, finding a long but relatively thin black prong
and smearing it with the viscous liquid, Sabre raised a questioning
eyebrow at Nick, who stood away from them a metre or so. "You don't
mind?" he asked his colleague.

"Not at all," Nick replied conspiratorially. "When I want something
I'll let them know, so you keep them busy until then."

"Okay, now use that thing on Viking boy here," the other Master
directed a patiently waiting Joe. "Open his arse and pump it full of
that rubber cock."

"Yes, Sir," Eagar whispered as he knelt behind his fellow slave.

Noah was still bent down in front of Sabre, licking and spitting on his
boots, cleaning them carefully as he had been ordered. He had heard all
that was said, and raised his butt high, spreading his legs as far apart
as he could in anticipation of the dildo that was heading his way. Sabre
watched with interest as the other slave positioned himself behind
Viking, so that now he had two supplicants at his feet, one behind the
other. Joe applied yet more of the lube to the toy, covering it
generously before bringing the rounded knob to rest against Noah's
puckering hole. Slowly, gently, he began to prod at the entrance to the
other slave's body, thinking to give Viking a chance to adjust to the
fake prong.

"For fuck's sake," thundered a voice above and behind him. "Stop
farting around and shove that thing into his pussy hole!"

Joe looked around quickly at Nick, then back to his task even faster.
"Yes, Sir," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Master Trojan." With that, he
gripped the base of the long black toy and pushed the slippery shaft deep
and fast into Noah's bowel.

Noah grunted and let out a gasp as the full length of the rubber prong
forced its way into him.

"Don't stop your licking," came a stern warning from Sabre.

"Use that thing on him properly," hissed Nick at the same time to
Eagar. "Probe his guts, work his arse, boy. I want him to feel it in
there. I want him opened and used."

"Yes, Sir," whimpered Eagar.

"Yes, Sir", echoed Viking in a mumble between continued slurps at
Sabre's feet and lower legs.

Sabre really found this exciting now. The submissiveness of these two
men, their eagerness to please, was intoxicating. And the back up he was
getting from Trojan, the confirmation and support, somehow added to his
sense of power. It was as though having another Master along with him,
also ordering the slaves to please him, was proof that he controlled
these slaves, and that they were there for him to use and take pleasure
from as he saw fit. His prick was achingly hard, still confined in its
pouch of hide, and he could feel the slimy ooze of pre-cum enveloping his
manhood within its black nest. He looked up, into the other Master's
face, and found Trojan staring back at him with a look of absorbed lust.
The two grinned at each other in complicit pleasure.

Nick held the other's look for some time, and then, knowing he was being
watched, allowed his eyes to travel down Sabre's body, until he focussed
on the straining protuberance at the man's groin. He feasted on the
sight of Sabre's swollen cock stretching the leather pouch, and his own
masculinity ached within its confines, leaking heavily of his juices. A
quick glance back to Sabre's face confirmed what Nick had hoped ^Ö the
other man knew what he was looking at, and enjoyed showing it off.

"I said work his hole!" Nick hissed at Eagar. "I want to see that
prong going in and out of him. Move it around, really explore that
arse," he ordered. From where he stood, Noah was still attending to
Sabre's feet, while his rear was pointed almost at Nick, with Eagar
shoving the dildo into his body, manipulating it from side to side,
revolving it within its wet, living scabbard. Seeing Noah's arse being
invaded by the toy, watching his man being fucked by the dildo, was
incredibly arousing. Nick slid his hand down and across his own cock,
massaging himself through his thong, squeezing his throbbing prick as he
watched his mate being ravaged.

Following Trojan's lead, Sabre uncrossed his arms, and let his left hand
fall to his own groin, cupping his heaving nuts and working them through
the leather. "That's enough for my boots," he spoke down to the slave
at his feet. "Work your way up my legs, boy. Slowly! Do a good job."

Noah nodded, and began to lift his head, savouring the feel of Sabre's
strong calves through the tight, gripping black of his chaps. His body
trembled with the assault on his rear from the toy wielded by Eagar, but
he refused to neglect his duties, and kissed his way around the Master's
lower legs.

Nick continued to watch the fantastic display, getting more and more
excited. Without a word, he stepped across to the shelf of toys and
grabbed a butt plug, somewhat thicker but not quite as long as the dildo
presently filling Noah's arse. Lubing it quickly, he bent down and
handed it to Eagar.

"Here, boy," he ordered. "Pull that thing out and replace it with
this."

The slave complied silently, slipping the dildo from Viking's body, and
quickly working the head of the plug into the recently vacated arse. With
a series of ever deepening pushes, he worked the new object through
Noah's sphincter, stretching his colleague until finally the thickest
part of the shaft popped through Viking's ring of muscle, and the toy
lodged itself within his body.

Nick had stood closely above him, watching carefully, and getting even
more excited as Noah was plugged by the other boy. "Good," he stated as
Noah's hole closed around the base of the plug. "Now, stand up and
straddle him."

Joe complied quickly with a hushed "Yes, Trojan, Sir."

"That's right, slave," Nick said firmly. "Spread those legs, one foot
either side of him ^Å now, give Master Sabre's bulging groin some lip
work!"

"Yes, Sir," Eagar responded quickly. He began to kneel, but Nick landed
a light but firm slap on his exposed butt cheek.

"No; bend from the waist, boy. I want that arse up here where I can use
it."

"Sorry, Sir," Joe whimpered, as he leaned forward, his face lowering to
the stretched hide barely constraining Sabre's cock. He looked in danger
of overbalancing until Nick grabbed his hips and held him in place, and
Sabre caught his head, holding the hood he wore in each hand and
directing the slave's open mouth toward his aching, rolling balls. As
Eagar began to lick at the leather sack containing those giant nuts,
Sabre looked at Nick and smiled.

"Fuck his pussy arse, Trojan," he said with a chuckle. "I'll keep his
mouth busy while you use his hole, man."

Nick grinned back at him. "I intend to, Sabre. But first it needs to be
prepared." With a lusty chuckle, the other Master nodded as Nick found a
new dildo, thicker than that used on Noah. Greasing it up, he held the
solid head against Eagar's entrance, twisting the thing around and
pressing in just a fraction, teasing the slave with this toy.

"You want this boy?" Nick demanded.

"Yes, Sir, please," Joe answered between slurps at Sabre's nuts.
"Fill my arse with it, Sir."

Nick laughed aloud, and held the black latex shaft firmly. Leaning
forward a little, he began to push. It wasn't too fast, but he didn't
ease off either. One long continual shove which saw the entire length of
the artificial cock buried deep in the slave's bowel. Eagar gasped, his
body clenching at the thing as he moaned with delight, before returning
to suckling at the leathered bulk of Sabre's manhood. Pleased with the
response, and excited by the sight, Nick held the thing in place for a
minute or so, and then began to rotate it within Eagar's gut, eliciting
more grunts and groans. He pulled the toy back, then pressed it in again,
riding it from side to side as he probed every corner of Eagar's rectum
with the solid latex prick.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Sabre declared. "Work that hole, Trojan. It makes him
work even harder on me when you work his arse."

Nick grinned again, grinding the length of the rubber around and into
Eagar's body, sliding it back a little and fucking the slave with the
toy yet again. As he did, Joe's mouth nibbled and chewed at the long,
black tube of leather which was Sabre's meat, and Noah's face made its
way further up the Master's thighs, until he was almost level with his
nuts.

With Joe above him, Noah twisted around so that he was now almost sitting
between Sabre's legs, his weight pushing the plug in his arse deeper
into himself. Leaning upward, his tongue found the Master's balls and he
licked at them while his fellow slave worked on the man's cock. Their
mouths were so close their chins connected from time to time.

Sabre felt the two of them attacking him, as he watched Trojan assault
the slave. The sensations were driving him to distraction, and his
genitals were aching with the confinement in the pouch. He reached down
and around the two black hooded heads at his groin, and unsnapped the cod
he wore. His cock shot up and out, spraying a line of pre-cum droplets
across the subs, and his balls fell heavily. At once, both were attacked
and devoured by the willing slaves, and a long sigh escaped his lips.

"Holy fuck, Trojan, these two are fucking good!"

"Maybe," Nick replied with feigned doubt. "Let's see just how good
this one can be." He landed a slap on Eagar's arse. "Fuck his face,
Sabre, while I fuck his arse. Then we'll find out whether he's any
good."

Sabre laughed with him, holding Joe's hooded head, and directing the
slave's mouth at his own rampant tool, now throbbing with anticipation.
As he did, Nick slopped a gob of lubricant over his own trembling
erection, and lined up his cockhead with the twitching arse before him.

Joe shook with desirous anticipation at the comments of the Masters. The
thought of being spit-roasted by them was incredibly exciting for him,
and his own cock dribbled pre-cum into the tailored leather wrapped
around it. His hands were on Sabre's firm and muscular cheeks, and he
could feel the slicked hardness of Trojan's cockhead nudging at his
sphincter. Knowing he was risking their disapproval, but desperate for
the double fucking, he suddenly pushed himself backwards onto the steel
hard pole of Master Trojan's huge cock, while simultaneously gripping
and pulling Master Sabre's body towards him so that the long, spit
soaked shaft roared deep into his throat.

"Sheee-it!" hissed Sabre.

"Fuck, yeah!" declared Trojan as the heated body of the slave swallowed
his manhood.

"You said they had some spirit, Trojan," Sabre muttered through gritted
teeth. "If that wasn't so fucking hot, I'd punish him for being so
impatient!"

Nick laughed. "Up to you, man," he said, "but my prick is loving what
his hot little arse is doing to it right now."

Sabre chuckled with delight. His balls were being swallowed and massaged
by Viking's talented lips while his pole was sunk in Eagar's gullet. He
could hardly be angry about the treatment these slaves were delivering.
Happily, he plunged himself in and out of the warm wet mouth, watching
with delight as his friend fucked the other end of this slave. The boy
rocked between them, pounded from both sides like a true pig on a spit.

Joe was in paradise. His throat opened as he resisted the urge to gag and
swallowed the scalding rod of Sabre's cock. His guts felt like they were
being ploughed and torn as Trojan thundered deep and hard into his body.
Every nerve raced with excitement at the incredible pleasure of servicing
two powerful, dominant leathermen at once, and he felt the growing
pressure of an imminent orgasm. He fought against it as best he could,
but his concentration was held elsewhere as he was fucked hard and deep
from both ends.

Fortunately for the slave, Nick was also sensing a rising urge, to which
he had no intention of surrendering just yet. He whipped his cock, slimy
and leaking, from Eagar's body, and pulled the boy away from Sabre's
groin.

"I think we've been neglecting this other one," he said by way of
explanation to his mate, nodding toward Noah who was still sucking and
licking at Sabre's testicles.

Sabre nodded, privately grateful. He too had been getting close, and was
glad of the respite. "You're right, Trojan," he said loudly. "We
can't have Viking here getting lazy. On your feet boy," he commanded.

Noah obeyed, standing before him, eyes down, although not completely. He
chanced the opportunity to drink in the sight of Sabre's muscular frame,
encased in leather, his shining, moist tool waving in the air as a bead
of pre-cum oozed from its head. How he wished that cock was inside him.
But he needn't have worried ^Ö the two Masters were certainly not about
to let him languish untouched or unused.

"Over here, boy," Sabre hissed at him.

"Yes, Sir," Noah gulped out quickly, his nerves suddenly racing with
excited anticipation.

As he moved forward, Sabre reached out and slapped his arse lightly,
grinning as he did, then swung the slave around and gripped his leather
clad balls in one hand. The Master squeezed firmly, making Viking gasp
with delight at the attention, before leading the sub to a slave bench by
one wall, immediately alongside the sling. The bench was similar in
appearance to a carpenter's saw-horse, but covered in padded black
leather, with wing-like attachments on all legs.

Sabre had the boy kneel on one of these wings, and lie face down along
the length of the bench. His arse was exposed, his legs open, and the
thong containing his genitals slightly below the level of the narrow
platform. Pulling Noah's wrists forward to the front legs of the bench,
Sabre quickly used a pair of handcuffs to shackle the sub in place before
strapping his knees as well. Satisfied with his work, he stood slightly
behind the slave, admiring the view of his white, rounded arse, and the
dark base of the butt plug still protruding from that winking hole.

Joe watched in fascinated arousal as his friend was manhandled across to
the bench and restrained along it. His cock pressed up and out within the
fitted leather he wore, so that it appeared as though his erection was
made of leather. Nick observed the boy and his reaction, grinning for a
moment, before laying a firm hand on Eagar's shoulder.

"You don't think this show is for your benefit, do you boy?" he said
menacingly.

"Oh, no, Sir," Joe answered. "I'm sorry, Master Trojan, I was just
watching and waiting ^Å"

"Well the waiting's over, and so is your rest," Nick chuckled evilly.
"Hoist that handsome little butt of yours into that sling!"

"Yes, Sir!" Eagar said quickly as he sat into the base of the leather
platform and leaned back to allow the sling to take his weight. As soon
as he eased himself back onto it, Nick grabbed his booted feet and lifted
them into the hanging stirrups, then stepped around to the side and used
another set of cuffs to fix his wrists to the rear supporting chains.

"I think I'm gonna enjoy playing with your arse, boy," Nick hissed.
Eagar simply nodded back at the powerful Master standing over him, and
between his spread and raised legs.

No more than a metre from the slave hanging on his sling, and the Master
preparing to use him, Sabre stood behind the second boy, his eyes darting
back and forth between Viking on the bench before him, and Eagar in the
sling beside him. His cock was leaking furiously now; having these two
horny subs at the complete whim of himself and Trojan was incredibly hot.
And on the other side of the bench was a shelf full of very interesting
toys, all within easy reach, which he found equally as exciting, and
which he wanted to use ^Ö each and every one ^Ö on this slave.

Gripping the base of the plug in Noah's arse, Sabre moved the thing from
side to side, rotating it as he did. The slave gasped.

"You like that, boy?"

"Oh, yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Let's see what else we have here for you, then," he muttered. A long,
tapered dildo was at his fingertips, and he quickly applied a little
lubricant to it, then held it in one hand while the other pulled at the
plug. With a plop, the first toy exited Viking's body, leaving the
slaves puckering hole clearly visible. With a toy in each hand, Sabre
could not resist the urge, and slammed his still slimy cock deep and fast
into the waiting hole.

"Fuck yeah, thank you, Sir," came the response. "Fuck me, Sir; fuck me
hard!"

"Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked, boy! When I'm ready," the Master
whispered. Pulling his hips back quickly, he withdrew from the fantastic
wet heat of the slave, and pushed the dildo into that body in place of
his cock. Discarding the plug, Sabre began to work the long black shaft
in and out, slowly pressing it into every corner of the slave's gut. He
moved the thing from side to side, up and down, probing the cavern of
Noah's body with the latex prong.

"Yes, Sir," Noah grunted. "Plug that arse, Sir. Work that cock up in
there, Sabre. Open me up, please Sir."

The stream of pleading obscenities turned Sabre on even more as he played
the slave's arse like a musical instrument, finding and using his
prostate, pulling the toy completely out before plunging it back in again
quickly. His entire frame trembled with pleasure as he used this slave
however he wished. After a good long riding with the dildo, the Master
whipped it out once more, and buried his own cock back into that
welcoming, compliant hole, revelling in the sensation of moist heat which
rode up and along his manpole as he sank deeper and deeper into Viking.

Still buried within the boy, Sabre found now a new item. Like a set of
balls, yet held together by a semi-rigid tube, this toy could be held at
the base, and bent if desired, or used like some kind of knobbed
night-stick. Pulling back until only the very tip of his cock remained
within the slave's sphincter, Sabre positioned the first of the rounded
balls at Viking's hole, and backed off at the same time as he pressed it
into the boy. Noah grunted, his arse muscles quickly closing around the
tube behind that first sphere. Sabre laughed, landing a smack on the firm
orb of the boy's cheek, and pushed the second ball into that hole.

Noah huffed this time as he felt the new penetration. His body tingled
and his backside clinched. He had seen the toy before it was introduced
to his body, knew what was coming, but the sensation was something else.
Suddenly being opened wide and then allowed to close around the shaft,
but not completely, and then having the whole process repeated while the
first ball was pushed even further inside him, was amazing. As Sabre
slapped him again, his skin tingled and his nerves raced with pleasure
when the third solid orb prised him open and slipped inside. It was like
a succession of butt plugs were being shoved into him, each one pushing
the last deeper into his gut. He ached with ecstatic delight.

While Sabre used Noah's body, first with the dildo and then the balls,
Nick was making good use of the other slave, standing as close as he was,
he could see everything that his fellow Master did to Viking, which only
increased his arousal even more. Once he had Eagar securely fastened to
the sling and open and vulnerable, he took a moment to feast on the sight
presented to him. The hot, handsome slave lay spread before him, straps
of black leather across his chest, his legs encased in the shimmering
dark hide of skin-tight chaps, his cock and balls swollen and black
within their leather envelope. Trojan loved the design of this `genital
pouch' ^Ö it was tailor made so that Eagar's balls slipped into a sack
of hide, and his cock filled a long tube of gleaming leather perfectly.
For all intents and purposes, the boy's very masculinity was made of
leather, and it looked so fucking hot!

Nick left the boy hanging there in the thick air to investigate the shelf
of implements available to him. Finding what he hoped for, he returned to
Eagar and leaned over him, a long chain of silver in his hand. He let one
end drape across the slave's chest, and slowly drew the length of it
down and over his abdomen.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," came the enthusiastic reply. "That turns me on, Master
Trojan, Sir. Please put it on me, Sir."

Nick smiled as he stretched the chain to its full length. At either end
was a small clip, the teeth covered in vinyl. Carefully but determinedly,
Nick slid the opened mouth of each clip through the rings piercing
Eagar's nipples, and allowed the cushioned teeth to close over the erect
brown nubs.

Eagar gasped, and Nick looked up at him with concern. "You okay with
this, boy?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir!" the slave answered. "I need it, Sir. I love the feeling of
my tits being squeezed like this. Please don't stop, Trojan, please!!"

Nick nodded, and allowed the second clip to close. As he did, he looked
into the eyes of the sub, and saw nothing but lusty excitement and
desire. Testifying to the pleasure was the now rock hard length of
Eagar's penis, proudly pointing up from his groin. Satisfied, the Master
grinned.

Using one hand to pull at the chain attached to the boys nipples, Trojan
allowed his other hand to roam all over the trembling body, exploring the
slave's chest and abs, thighs, calves and groin. The Master squeezed the
heaving spheres of Eagar's nuts, and stroked the long tube of his
erection. His fingers probed into the open mouth and over the dark
leather hood encasing the slave's head. Nick was incredibly aroused by
this ability to simply explore another body without any resistance or
hesitation, and to know that it was exciting the prone man in front of
him so much.

Joe thought he was about to explode from an overload of sensation. His
nipples were burning but alive, tingling with pleasure so intense it
battered his brain. His cock throbbed and leaked, filling the leather
casing with his juice. His body was tense, his nerves alive and racing as
Master Trojan's fingers explored him. He shook with each touch, and
wanted more. He begged for the man using him to pull again at the chain
and stretch his nipples, the rush of pleasure at this total surrender to
another person indescribable. To have a Master play him like this, use
him without question, for utter pleasure, was a buzz no drug could ever
emulate. The only thing missing, the only thing preventing him from
feeling completely owned, completely dominated, was the fact that his
open arse was still empty.

In desperation, he called out, "Trojan, Sir; Fuck me, please. I need it,
Sir. I need my man-hole to be filled and fucked by your cock, Sir. Please
Sir, I'm begging you, use my arse, Master and fuck me!!"

Nick ached at the pleading, his cock swelling and his need urging him on.
He had wanted to fuck this boy for some time, but he also wanted to hear
him beg for it. That plea would not go unheard! Without warning, without
seeking permission, Master Trojan stepped into the space between Eagar's
legs, lined his massive weapon up with the soft pink target, and slammed
himself deep into the begging body. As a garbled cry of total pleasure
escaped the slave, Trojan pulled back a little, steadying himself, and
slammed in again. The entire length of his substantial masculinity was
driven hard into the welcoming gut, stabbing its way up and into Eagar's
innards. Nick plumbed the depths of the slave's body with his fleshy
sword, trembling at the feeling of hot wetness which vacuumed him in, and
resisted when he pulled himself away, then clenched again as he pounded
upwards once more.

For a period of time unmeasurable, Nick fucked the slave in the sling,
and Eagar swayed back and forth, impaled upon Master Trojan's cock, his
nipples pulled and stretched, his body tingling, his senses racing.
Trojan fucked the boy slowly, with long deep strokes, leaning over him
and playing with his body. He changed tempo and used his rod like a
pile-driver, crunching his hips into the slave's butt as he rutted
against him with power, gripping at the throbbing cock and grasping at
the sweating body as he explored Eagar's frame. And he altered his pace
again, arching backwards and letting the pendulum motion of the sling do
all of the work as the sub slid on and off his prong in time with the
rhythm of the leather platform upon which he lay.

And during the whole time that Nick fucked Joe, and Joe hissed and spat,
begging for more, Sabre was using dildoes and balls upon Noah's upturned
arse right alongside. Nick could easily glance across to watch as his
friend used his boy, and he could hear Sabre cursing at Viking, and
Viking answering with begs and pleas for more. The entire circumstances
were so erotic, so arousing, that more than once Nick had to slow himself
down, and concentrate on holding back his urge to surrender to climax.

He was approaching that point yet again when Sabre looked across at him
and nodded. "Fuck this boy of yours is hot, Trojan," he declared. Nick
nodded unspoken agreement. Sabre was using a kind of long stick which
consisted of a single narrow shaft interspersed with large balls,
pressing them into Noah one at a time, while he gripped a handle and
rotated the whole thing inside Viking's arse. It was amazing to watch
this thing going in and out of the slave's hole.

Suddenly, Sabre announced that he needed to plug Viking's hole with some
real flesh, and pulled the column of hard black spheres from Noah's butt
in rapid succession, the slave's hole popping open and closing quickly
with each one ^Ö 1, 2, Nick counted as seven balls plopped wetly from his
boy, and as soon as the last had been withdrawn, Sabre slammed his thick,
slimy cock into Viking. With a heaving sigh of pleasure, the Master
buried himself in Noah's body, trembling and gripping the sub's hips
with both hands as he quickly began a pounding tempo of thrust and parry
that ravaged Viking's anus anew.

"Man that looks hot," Nick whispered. Sabre looked at him and grinned.

"Then, here you take him," he said, stepping back, his slicked and
greasy tool jutting outwards, still wet from its attack upon Noah's
innards. "It's about time I had a chance to use the other one anyway."

With a shared chuckle, the two Masters swapped places, Trojan lining
himself up and plunging his sword deep into Viking, whilst Sabre stepped
into the void between Eagar's legs, gripped at the chains supporting the
swing, and pulled the prone slave back onto his rampant manhood with
force. A chorus of gasps and pleas for more filled the room as the slaves
begged to be used and the Masters took their pleasure from the two
submissives.

Nick was fucking Noah with long, powerful strokes, finding his rhythm and
enjoying the warm depths of Viking's gut. Lying beside him was the first
dildo Sabre had used, and he picked it up, wiping it quickly and greasing
it again. He began to alternate the fake schlong with his own flesh,
fucking Viking first with the toy, then pulling it out to slam his cock
in that opened hole. Sabre chuckled.

"That's good, Trojan," he said gruffly. "I like a lot of toy work ^Ö
good to see you enjoy it too."

Nick nodded, as the other Master left Eagar hanging for a moment and went
to the `toy shelf'. When he returned, Sabre was wielding a massive
rubber dong in his hand. He held it up in front of the slave and spoke in
a hushed whisper, almost respectful. "This is your room, isn't it,
Eagar?"

"Yes, Sir," Joe answered uncertainly.

"Then can I assume you can take this thing?" said the Master, holding
the gigantic dildo up for the slave to see.

Joe nodded again. "Uhh, ye.. yes, Sir, I can," he sputtered a little.
"But take it slowly, please Sabre. That's a big fucking cock for
anyone."

"Don't worry, boy," Sabre assured him. "I'll be careful. But if you
want it, I'd be honoured to use it on you."

Eagar brightened, his voice husky with anticipation now. "Oh yeah, use
it on me, Sir," he hissed. "Take it slow, but fuck me with it. At the
right pace, that's my favourite toy, Sabre!"

Sabre's face lit up, his speech low and muttering. "Fucking hell,
Eagar. I like and admire a slave who knows what he wants, and who can
tell his Master the way he likes it. You and me are really gonna enjoy
this!"

With Nick watching beside him, fascinated by what was happening, even
though he continued to work the much smaller prong in and out of Noah's
willing body, Sabre slowly and deliberately greased the huge black shaft
with a silicone based lubricant, generously covering the entire thing.
More lube was applied to Eagar's twitching rectum, as the Master worked
the cream into his sphincter with several fingers and smoothed it all
around the boy's entrance.

The dildo itself was a work of art. An exact replica of a fully erect
penis, right down to the veins and ridges, complete with appropriately
large testicles and even indentations representing pubic hair. But its
proportions were far and away beyond any human prick any of the men had
seen. From base to tip the thing was easily 45 centimetres long. That 18
inch length began with a rounded mushroom cap cockhead, and slid back to
a thick shaft which tapered from just behind the glans as it widened in
girth toward the base. Just before it finished in rounded balls, the
shaft was at least eight centimetres in diameter. At almost three and a
quarter inches thick, it was really going to stretch Joe's hole.

"Okay, Eagar, are you ready for this?" Sabre asked.

"Oh, I'll need amyl," Joe whispered hurriedly.

"No problem," Sabre answered, loosening one of the wrist restraints
enough for the slave to be able to bring his hand to his nostrils, and
dropping the small brown bottle into Eagar's fingers.

Master Sabre took up his position and watched as the boy drew a couple of
long breaths from the small dark bottle. He waited a moment longer until
he saw the ripple of excitement flow through the slave's body, and knew
that the drug was having its effect. Holding the head of the dildo
against Eagar's sphincter, Sabre very slowly, very patiently, began to
move it. Rotating the tip against the boys skin, he pressed forwards just
a little, and then a little more, allowing the resisting muscle to open
against the pressure and accept this invasion. At first there was no
problem, but as that massive head prised the slave open further, Joe
began to breathe quickly, gasping as he struggled to relax himself.

"Okay, boy?" Sabre asked.

"Yes, Sir, I can take it, Sabre!"

Another toke on the amyl, and Joe settled again. "That's it, Sabre,"
he whispered. "Do it to me, Sir."

The slave lay back, allowing the sling to take his full weight. As the
rush of sensation from the amyl washed through him, he concentrated on
relaxing his body, pulling his knees back and opening his arse as far as
possible. Surrender ^Ö that was what he had to do. Surrender to the
invading giant, surrender to his base urges, surrender to the Master
standing over him. A long look of desire overwhelmed him. He was garbed
in tight leather, his legs wide. Between those legs stood a powerful man
who was taking control of him, his six-pack abs and chiselled chest
strafed by straps of black leather, his wide shoulders topped by a square
jaw, above which a gleaming black hood obscured the top of his head.

With a rush of emotion, Eagar finally gave up any control to Master
Sabre, and with a pop which he felt rather than heard, the solid head of
the huge dildo slipped through his sphincter. His straining muscle closed
tightly around the still wide girth as he grunted involuntarily.

"You alright, Eagar?" a voice floated from somewhere above him.

"Oh fuck, yes Sir!" he said breathlessly as the pain suddenly gave way
to an incredible sense of fulfilment and arousal. That gigantic cock was
inside him, and it felt fantastic!

He opened his eyes and looked up into Sabre's face. "Oh yeah," he
whispered. "That feels so good, Sir. Slide that massive cock into me,
Sabre. Make me take it all. Make me enjoy every fucking inch  - just fuck
me with it in long slow strokes, please Master!"

Sabre grinned again. "You're one hot little bitch, boy," he marvelled,
as he began to slowly push the long shaft into the pleading slave.

A chorus of gasps and groans escaped Joe's lips as he revelled in the
indescribably pleasure of that tree-trunk being driven into his gut. He
swore he could feel every ridge and vein on the fake cock, his arse being
stretched again, wider and wider as the thing entered him, his innards
shoved aside as his bowel was filled by the length of the rubber prong.
As it slid into him, slowly but irresistibly, it scraped across his
prostate, making him shiver with delight.

"Yes, Sir, keep going, Sabre," he begged. "That is so good, Master!"

His body tingled, his nerves racing as the toy kept on coming. It was so
long, so thick, that Eagar wondered if it would ever stop. Part of him
didn't want it to ^Ö this was so amazing that he wanted it to go on and
on forever. He marvelled at the absolute delight of giving complete
control to Sabre, and being rewarded with the incredible sensations as
the man eased that huge cock into his body, slowing from time to time to
withdraw it a little, and then pushing it back in again. The long slow
strokes, in then out, then deeper, were filling him with ecstasy as the
Master was filling him with that giant prong.

Noah had listened interestedly to the exchange between Sabre and Eagar.
Face down on the bench as he was, restrained at the wrists and knees, he
could not see what was happening, but the sound was enough. The grunting
and pleading, the wet sounds of the other slave's arse being opened,
were exciting him just as Master Trojan was filling his hole with cock
and dildo, working him into a state of arousal as his cock strained at
the pouch. He struggled at the chains binding his arms, but not in fear.
The sense of being totally bound, of being nothing but a toy to be used
by his man for pleasure, was amazing. He begged for more.

"Please, Trojan Sir," he muttered, "Fuck my arse. Use me, Sir!

Nick smiled in satisfaction. The pleas from his boy, the power he had
been granted, was so stimulating. He slapped Viking's arse with one hand
as he wielded the toy with the other, probing his slave's body. "Oh
yeah, I'm gonna fuck you long and hard, boy," he grunted.

Noah trembled with anticipation at the tone of Nick's voice. He knew and
loved that attitude. It meant his Master was about to deliver some
serious passionate humping. His nerves raced as Nick' s cock slammed
into him again, only to be withdrawn just as fast, and replaced with the
cool rubber of the dildo. Cock, then toy, then cock again pounded him.
His prostate was rubbed and massaged, his guts filled and his joy raised
with each penetration as he pushed back as best he could to take more and
more of the thumping insertions Trojan delivered.

Suddenly, Nick slowed. The constant barrage of alternating shafts
ploughing through his sphincter eased, and Noah groaned with the
disappointment of losing that fervour. He pleaded again.

"Please, Sir ^Å I need you inside me. I need to be used, Trojan. Don't
stop, Sir. Please don't stop."

Nick laughed allowed. "I'm not stopping, Viking. You aren't done with
yet!"

Once again, Noah felt the hot hard head of Nick's weapon at his
entrance. He opened himself and felt the thick mushroom cap breach his
defences again, then stop, the flange of Trojan's knob held just inside
the slave's ring of muscle. Then a new feeling ^Ö another rigid
protuberance begging entry beside the first. Noah ached with delight. He
felt the head of the dildo being introduced to his body alongside his
Master's slickened, heated prong.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he hissed. "Do it, Trojan. Get that prong into me
with your cock. Use my arse and double fuck me, now, please Sir."

There was no verbal response from Trojan, but Noah gasped with pleasure
as his pleas were answered. With an even, firm pressure, Nick pressed the
dildo into his boy's hole, prising it open even further to accommodate
both the toy and his own cock, and Noah grunted in delight.

There was a little pain with the stretching he felt, but that quickly
disappeared, aided by Nick leaning forward and holding a bottle of amyl
under his nose. Noah took a long deep breath and both men waited a few
seconds until the buzz filled Noah's body. With the familiar rush came
the relaxation of his muscles and the sense of incredible pleasure, and
Noah spoke again.

"Oh yeah, Trojan, that's it. Push it into me, sir. Fuck me with both
cocks, please."

Noah was always amazed by the sensation this brought about. His hole felt
so stretched that logically it should split apart, yet the overwhelming
feeling coursing through his body was one of absolute pleasure. His arse
was opened incredibly wide, the two thick shafts vying with one another
for space within his body and filling him completely. Viking could feel
both cocks pushing deeper and deeper into him, opening him and filling
him, and his nerves jangled while his heart raced.

The cooler thickness of the dildo lay along the top of his Master's
scalding flesh, and Viking shuddered as the two rods invaded his gut. He
heard a muttered grunt as Nick bottomed out, the fake prong held in place
against Trojan's pubic mound, and Noah groaned as the doubled heads
pressed into the base of his stomach. He breathed slowly as his man
rested a moment while both enjoyed this penetration, then took another
draw at the proffered amyl. It was his indication of the thumping fuck
about to begin.

And begin it did. Noah clenched as he felt Trojan begin to withdraw a
little, and grunted as his Master slammed back in again. In, out, harder,
faster, deeper the twin pricks plumbed him. Because Nick was
concentrating on fucking him, Viking felt as though it was one huge cock
instead of two which ploughed his innards, but his groans and hisses were
testament to the enjoyment he took from this rollicking hump. Sometimes
his Master fucked hard and fast, leaning back and using him so that his
body shook from the assault. At other times, Trojan leaned over and into
him, driving both the cock and the dildo deep into his body. Noah enjoyed
this more ^Ö the feel of his man's leather strapped torso covering him,
of Nick's chest pressing into his back, while hot droplets of sweat fell
from his Master's face and seared his neck and shoulders.

When Nick reached right around him, still ploughing his cock and the
dildo into his body, enwrapping his torso in his arms, and found Noah's
nipples, pulling and pinching at them with his fingers, it was all Noah
could do to hold back from exploding.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Trojan, Sir," he called out. "Cover me, Sir. Fuck me
and own me, Master."

A loud cry of amazed delight disturbed the concentration of the two
hunched over the slave bench. Sabre had been working the over-sized prong
deeper and deeper into the sweating, pleading boy in the sling, pressing
the giant cock further and further into the boy with each cycle.

"Sh ^Å eeee ^Å it!" he proclaimed. "That is the whole thing, boy! I
can't believe you took it. Eagar, that fucking thing is stretching your
arse so wide I could drive a truck through it, and it looks
un-fucken-believable."

"Thank you, Sir," Joe gasped out in a half a whisper. He could barely
believe it himself. The massive rubber log was completely inside him, and
he felt so totally stuffed, so entirely filled, and yet so indescribably
aroused. His entire body was shaking, his nerves electric. Sweat rolled
from him, but he loved it.

Sabre found the sight of the massive cock lodged within Eagar's body
just so erotic. He held it in place and felt that his cock was ready to
explode, it was so hard. The sense of power he had at that moment was
intense, the pleasure he took from absolute control over the slave, and
from that control allowing him to fill the boy with such an incredible
chunk of phallus, was overwhelming.

Joe lay in the sling, suspended in pure pleasure. Encased in leather,
dominated by a strong, hunky man garbed in shining black, his guts filled
with the latex toy, he was approaching a zenith of sensations and
emotions far more quickly than expected. When Sabre, still holding the
base of the dildo in place, began to rotate the thing slowly within him,
the slave exploded in passionate release. Waves of bliss crashed through
him as he surrendered to the feelings. He tried to call out a warning,
but it was too late.

"Unnhhh ^Å. Oh fuuuuu^Å I'm cummmiiii^Å^Å" he yelled as his body went
into spasms, his arse clenching at the mighty cock dilating it, his prick
jerking and filling the leather pouch he wore with white hot jizz.

"Oh, fuck yeah, boy," Sabre declared, holding the toy in place as he
ran his hands over Eagar's shuddering frame. "Shoot that load, Eagar.
Fill that thong, boy," he encouraged, his own cock leaking copiously at
the sight of the slave being engulfed in ecstasy before him. To know that
he had done this to the sub was so arousing that the Master fought to
keep control of his own urge to climax.

The shouting and shaking alongside them was so exciting that Nick backed
out of Viking himself to avoid peaking. He held the dildo still inside
his boy, but gently moved it around allowing Noah to enjoy the reduced
but not completely empty feeling in his gut.

As Joe's gasps and groans decreased, and the spasming waves of pleasure
rocking his body diminished, Sabre carefully and slowly began to ease the
giant cock from his body. A still whimpering Eagar thanked him again and
again, between apologies for cumming so soon, and twitched from time to
time with the continuing pleasure of the massive prong riding his
arsehole as it exited him.

"Don't apologise, boy," Sabre said warmly. "That, and you, have to be
one of the hottest things I've ever done."

Finally the dildo was out, and Sabre stood back, his own frame a lather
of sweat. He looked to his colleague.

"I think we could use a break, Trojan. What do you say?"

"I think you're right," Nick agreed. "All of us!"

While Sabre lifted a limp, exhausted Eagar from the sling, Nick bent down
to undo the shackles binding his Viking, and the four of them settled on
a long bench against one wall. Joe began to recover from his orgasm, his
breathing settled and his limbs regained some strength.

"What do you say, Eagar?" Sabre asked with gentle concern. "Do you
want to call it a night? I wouldn't be surprised after that if you did,
and I'd understand."

Joe looked at the Master in surprise, then at his two friends. All seemed
happy to finish their play if he wished. He was amazed that they were so
considerate ^Ö his ex had never been like this. A feeling of incredible
joy, mixed with love for these men, even the Master he had just met,
flowed through him. And quickly behind it was a sense of lusty desire and
tingling anticipation for what might yet come.

"No, Sir," he stated firmly. "I want to keep going as long as you want
me to, Sabre. This is fantastic, and there's no need to stop." He
grinned evilly. "I'm sure with a little encouragement, that I can
`rise to the occasion' again tonight!"

The Master chuckled with delight and satisfaction. "Excellent, my boy!"

The four men remained where they were for another fifteen minutes, silent
but enjoying each other's company, an unspoken sense of lust and
anticipated pleasure hovering in the air around them. From time to time,
hands and fingers explored sheened skin and taut leather as they
appreciated each other and readied themselves for further play.

The touching and feeling began to escalate as animal need resurfaced in
the four men, and soon they were a rolling mass of intertwined bodies,
kissing and licking, biting and groping at each other. Noah found himself
on his knees in front of Sabre, swallowing the Master's thick cock as he
massaged its shaft with his tongue and fondled rolling nuts with one
hand. He barely paused in his concentration when he felt a hardness at
his rear, and knew that Master Trojan was entering him.

Aroused and delighted, the Viking relaxed his hole and increased his
attentions to Sabre as Trojan slammed into him. The two Masters knelt at
either end of this willing slave, looking at each other, and fucking him
hard. Sabre held his hooded face and plumbed his throat with flesh, while
Trojan gripped his narrow waist and stabbed a long thick sword of
masculinity deep into his gut. Eagar, observing the trio, felt his
erection returning. He was surprised and delighted to feel the added
sensation of his own still wet ejaculate coating his cock within the
leather pouch, acting as both a lubricant and a stimulant with every
movement he made.

As Trojan and Sabre suddenly stopped at a nod to each other and reversed
positions, Eagar took the chance to roll around and lie face up, his head
beneath Viking's pelvis. When the Master's resumed their fucking, this
time with Sabre pounding his masculinity hard and long into the slave's
belly, and Trojan spearing Viking's face with his manliness, Eagar
swallowed Noah's cock, sucking and gnawing at it fervently, his hands
groping and squeezing at the other slave's balls. For a long, heated
time, the four of them fucked and sucked, grinding and pounding at each
other and pushing each other closer and closer to their respective peaks.

Nick eased back a little for a moment, conscious of his rising
excitement. As his prick slid from Viking's mouth, the slave hissed up
at him.

"Oh fuck, Sir, thank you. It's so good having both of you use me like
this, Master. I love having two cocks in me at once!"

Nick chuckled, and was suddenly inspired. "I know you do, Viking. And I
think we can do better than one at each end ^Å" He looked across the
slave's back to his colleague. "Sabre, sorry to disturb you, mate, but
how about pulling that meat of yours out of the boy ^Ö just for a little
while?"

The other Master appeared confused, but nodded agreement. "Okay,
Trojan," he said. "You got something in mind?"

"Oh, yeah!" Nick grinned evilly. "Viking, follow me," he ordered as
he stood up and moved toward one wall. He quickly dragged a wide flat
foot-stool over to next to the bench on the wall, and lay across it so
that his buttocks and pelvis were supported by the stool, his upper body
on the bench.

"Okay, boy, straddle me," he ordered. "Lower that sweet hot arse of
yours onto my cock."

Noah complied, his legs on either side of the stool, his body facing Nick
as he sat himself down on his man, using his own weight to drive Nick's
cock deep inside himself.

"Lean forward, boy," Trojan said firmly. As he did so, exposing his
arse, already pierced by the Master's prick, to view by Sabre, Nick
spoke again.

"Now, Sabre, see anything you like?" he laughed.

The other smirked along with him. "Oh, yeah! A hot hungry hole filled
with cock. Looks good!"

"Maybe ^Å" Trojan sounded uncertain. "But I don't think it's filled
quite enough," he said. "I reckon you should move in here and fill it
as well!"

"Oh yeah," Sabre murmured lustily. He quickly stood behind the impaled
sub, his own legs spread wide so that Trojan's feet were between them,
and lowered himself until his cock lined up with the plugged hole of the
boy sitting on Trojan's lap.

Pushing Noah forward with one hand, Sabre sidled into place, his
slickened prong nudging against Nick's shaft and pressing at the muscle
of Viking's sphincter. Noah held a bottle of amyl to his nose and
breathed deeply. "Do it, Sir," he urged. "Join Master Trojan inside
me. I can take it, can take both of you, Sir."

Sabre pressed again, using a little more force, as he felt the sub relax
to his invasion. Irresistibly, his flaring glans pried open the soft
tissue of Viking's entrance, and his cockhead eased into the gripping
ring.

"Oh fuck," he declared as his head disappeared.

"Oh, yeah," Trojan echoed as he felt the hardness of the other man's
cock slide alongside his own in that tight wet space.

"Uunnhhhh, that's good!" hissed Viking as the new rod entered him,
competing with the thickness already there.

Slowly, Sabre leaned forward, the shaft of his penis sliding in and in,
the friction of it's contact with Trojan's meat, and the resistance
from the sub's anus, combining to excite him so much. When he finally
bottomed out, his cock fully buried, his nuts heaving and crushed against
his fellow Master's rolling balls, he let out a long held breath.

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Oh shit, Sirs," Viking gasped. "This is so fucking unbelievable!
Trojan, Sabre, fuck me please, Masters. Both of you fuck my arse together
please, Sirs.

He didn't need to ask. Both men were so aroused by being in the same
slave at once, that they soon began to thrust and jab at the soft but
tight gut. Each could feel the heated wetness of Viking's belly gripping
and enveloping their manhood, while both marvelled at the sensational
friction of the other's heated pole riding against his own.

They started slowly, but soon their speed increased as they fucked at
this enthusiastic, compliant body which accommodated them both. Sometimes
in unison they slammed inward and pulled back. Sometimes they diverged,
Sabre pounding himself in while Trojan withdrew, then passed each other
in the opposite direction. They fucked the boy hard. Hard and fast. Hard
and deep. And trembled with passion as he begged for more.

Sabre looked sideways, and saw an obedient Eagar, standing and watching.
From the upward and oversized tilt of his pouch, it was obvious the boy
had recovered completely from his earlier climax.

"Eagar?" Sabre thundered. "What are you just standing there for,
boy?"

"Uh, sorry Sir," the startled slave mumbled quickly.

"Get that cock of yours out of that leather thong. It must be damn
sticky and uncomfortable in there by now."

"Yes, Sir," Joe responded, unsnapping his pouch and letting his penis
swing free. Immediately, the residue of his ejaculation began to dribble
to the floor.

Sabre caught Trojan's eye, the two of them staring at each other in
lusty excitement as they jointly fucked Viking. "If this slave of yours
likes two cocks at once, "Sabre mused, "I wonder how he'd go with
three?"

Nick grinned. "Eagar, get up here and shove your prick in Viking's
mouth!" he said by way of answer.

Joe jumped to comply, stepping up so that his legs were astride Nick's
head. Noah twitched inside at the extra arousal, and looked up at the
other slave, opening his mouth wide.

"Come on, Eagar," he said. "Fuck my face. These two powerful Master's
are filling my arse, and I need you to fill my throat at the same time,
man."

Immediately, Viking's throat closed around Eagar's throbbing, rock hard
cock. Now filled more completely than he thought possible, Noah was
ecstatic. As his arse was assaulted and ploughed by the double fucking
from Sabre and Trojan, his gullet was slammed full of the sticky
cum-soaked shaft of Eagar's cock. He licked and tongued at the new
phallus, savouring the taste of the other slave's essence as he
swallowed that meaty rod, his hooded head held in place and fucked hard
by the sub standing over them.

Nick could barely conceal his delight. Directly above him, Eagar's nuts
swung back and forward as he slid his slimy prick into Viking's face.
Over his boy's shoulder, he could see the total lust written across
Sabre's face as they fucked together, and above all else was that
incredible sensation of Sabre's cock against his own, both of them
thundering into Viking's hot, tight hole.

Sabre too, was lost in base animal instinct, rutting away at the body in
front of him, amazed at the feelings coursing through him as he shared
this boy in the fullest sense of the word. His cock, trapped in that body
alongside Trojan's, swelled and ached with the pleasure he experienced.
His nerves raced as his body tingled and he struggled to hold onto
control, his urges driving him to a peak of masculine ecstasy. The
harnessed sub into which he drove his hungry pole bounced back and forth
with the combined assaults from two cocks in his rear and the driving
prick being shoved into his face by Eagar. Now that was one hell of a
sub! He thought to himself as he admired the muscular body of the boy
fucking Viking's face.

Standing at the peak of this pyramid of animal lust, Joe stared down at
the bodies below him in amazement and bliss. Viking's throat engulfed
his sticky prick, sucking him clean and suctioning at him. The leather
blackness covering the other slave's hood was like a glorious hole of
pleasure which held and pulled at his manhood. Beneath his feet, a
powerful, hairy Master humped up and into his fellow sub, huffing and
sweating with the exertion. And in front of him, another Master, the
tall, strong Sabre, joined Trojan in filling Viking's body with himself.
Piercing eyes stared out of the slits in his shining black hood and
roamed over Eagar's body, making him feel so wanted, so good. Sabre's
upper body, criss-crossed in leather, heaved as he drove his long cock
into Viking, and Eagar stared in wonder at the length of that weapon as
it exited the other slave before being shoved back in again.

In a position of total subservience, fucked by two cocks in his arse and
a third in is face, Noah was fighting hard not to explode. The fighting,
jousting penises in his rear were shooting pleasure into every part of
his body. The slick, throbbing meat being arched into his face tasted so
good, and injected even more bliss as he felt he had absolutely no choice
in how he was treated ^Ö these three men between them completely owned
and controlled him at that moment, and he could not imagine anything more
erotic.

Despite his best efforts, Noah's nerves were fraying, his body nearing
the point of no return. When Sabre and Trojan both gave an especially
hard, deep shove into him, driving each of their cocks up into his gut at
once as they held him hard, he lost it. Unable to speak because of the
prong filling his throat, the Viking boy grunted a strangled cry of
abandon, shuddered in ultimate pleasure, and exploded, his cock spraying
a thick load of cum into his leather jock, and out over the top of that
pouch as his prick head poked above the waistband. Again and again he
shot, creamy goo filling the space between himself and Trojan, and
drenching the Master's chest as it did.


As he came, Noah shuddered, involuntarily clenching his arse tightly
around the two cocks filling it. With his explosion in full swing, his
body bounced against the two men fucking him. The added tightness of the
hole he was fucking, combined with the heaving of the slave, proved too
much for Sabre. Fighting it vainly, he threw his head back and roared as
his orgasm struck. Matching the tremors in Viking, he spasmed forward,
his prick engorged, and spewed his essence deep into the cavity it
filled. A river of seed flowed from him, drowning his co-fucker's meat
and flooding the already crowded innards of Viking. Swearing and cursing
with ecstatic passion, he emptied himself into the slave.

Sabre's sudden outpouring swept over Nick's cock, making the tight hot
hole he was fucking even tighter and hotter. The feeling of another
man's jizz slicking his own cock and filling that hole sent him into
orbit. Gasping and heaving, his cock became rigid for a moment and then
torrential flows of ejaculate leapt from him, keeping time with the
spasms of Sabre's prick, and pumping Noah full of white hot cream. As
his orgasm reached a crescendo, Nick looked up to see Eagar's rolling
nuts, pumping cock, and winking anus directly above him. Without
thinking, even as he drove himself even deeper into Viking, he reached
and grabbed the other slave's balls with one hand, squeezing hard, while
he drove three fingers bunched together deep and fast into the pink
target of Eagar's butt.

The unexpected pleasurable pain of his nuts being gripped by Master
Trojan, and the penetration of the man's fingers deep into his arse,
made Eagar cry out in delight. The three men below him were already lost
in the throes of orgasm, and when Trojan's fingers hit his prostate, Joe
happily joined them, pumping litres of his juice into Noah's gullet. He
shook and swayed, never letting go of the leather hood into which he
poured his masculinity, gasping as he climaxed for the second time that
night and emptied himself of his very essence.

As his peak passed, Joe remembered to release Noah's head. A gasping
face looked up at him.

"Sorry about that, Viking," he whispered.

Noah grinned. "No need at all. It was fantastic!"

"Fuck me!" resounded from behind them as Sabre withdrew himself from
Viking with a slurping, wet slosh, and rolled to one side, sitting on the
floor with his back against the wall and breathing fast. Joe stepped over
Nick and Noah, and went to move down from his perch, almost falling.
Sabre caught him as he did, and lowered the slave alongside himself,
settling Eagar's head into his lap.

Gingerly, Noah lifted himself away from Nick. "Thank you, Sir!" he said
softly to his lover, leaning forward to kiss him deeply before collapsing
on the cushioned flooring. Nick smiled back.

"Thank you!" he said with feeling. "All of you!", and joined Noah,
leaning against the bench, and pulling his man in between his legs while
he recovered from the amazing peak they had shared.


"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," Joe said when he recovered enough to realise
where he was, lifting his head quickly.

"What are you sorry for, Eagar?" Sabre asked gently. "You did very
well. In fact, you were fucking brilliant."

"For lying on you without permission, Sir," Joe said humbly, his face
down.

Sabre laughed. "That's okay, my boy," he said. "I think we could all
do with some relaxation after that. And I like it, having you rest on me.
Come back and put your head down here," he grinned, patting his chest.
As Joe complied, the Master looked down at him with a smile, laying his
hand softly on Joe's hooded brow, and caressing it. Joe smiled back in
thanks.

Nick sat nearby, leaning against one wall, with Noah lying stretched out
between his legs, Noah's back resting against Nick's stomach, and
Nick's arms around Noah's chest.

"You said this place isn't yours, Trojan?" Sabre asked.

"That's right," Nick answered. "Belongs to `Eagar' here. It's his
house, and his dungeon."

"I'm impressed," the Master stated, lowering an arm across Joe's body
possessively.

"Thank you, Sir," Joe replied warmly.

Nick hugged Noah just a little more firmly, and an approving nod came
back from his lover. "Do you have a boy of your own, Sabre?" Nick
asked.

"No," responded the other wistfully. "Never been lucky enough to find
the right man. I want someone who knows when to play and when to face
reality. Someone I can love ^Ö when we're together, just the two of us;
someone who understands the difference when we play with friends like
yourself and your Viking Boy here."

"Eagar used to have a Master, Sir, although maybe not so
understanding," Noah said casually.

"That so, boy?" Sabre said as he looked down and along the body
reclining against his own, admiring it. "What happened?"

"It's a long story, Sir," Joe answered softly. "And Ni ^Å er, Trojan
and Viking, have heard it all before."

Sabre seemed somehow to pull Joe even closer into him. He looked up at
the other two, letting out  a long, low sigh. "Eagar, Trojan, Viking ^Ö
guys, I will completely understand if you tell me to forget what I'm
about to ask, but ^Å"

Nick looked across at him, curious now. "Go ahead and ask, Sabre ^Ö if
we don't like it, we'll tell you."

The Master looked at each of his companions in turn. "It's obvious that
you guys know each other as friends, outside of this room, away from the
role playing we've just done."

Nick and Noah nodded. Joe whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"I've really enjoyed myself tonight. And especially this ^Å" he waved
an arm around at the four of them relaxing on the floor together. "This
being able to sit and talk afterwards. I'd like the opportunity to get
to know you as well. Not as slaves and Masters ^Ö as men."

"I kinda figured you might," Nick grinned.

Sabre straightened just a little, not enough to displace Joe's head, but
sufficient that he could look each of them in the eye. He slowly reached
up and removed his hood. "My name is David," he said seriously.

A slight flurry of movement followed, as each of the others also bared
their faces completely. Noah spoke first. "I'm Noah," he grinned.

"Nick!" Nick followed. "Pleased to meet you, David."

Joe twisted around and kneeled up so that his face was level with
David's. "And my friends call me `Joe'," he said. "I'd like you to
call me `Joe', Sir."

"Thanks, Joe," David answered softly. "I'd like that ^Ö a lot!"

Noah shifted then as well. He turned about to look at Nick, giving him a
surreptitious wink. "I think it's time we headed home, Sir," he said,
emphasising the `Sir'."

"Oh, of course," David said suddenly, beginning to get up.

"I'll come and see you out," Joe added as he too began to stand.

"No, no," Nick said, indicating for them to relax again. "We can find
our own way upstairs. You two relax."

Noah smiled. "Are you in any hurry to go, David?" he asked.

"Umm, not really," came the hesitant reply. "But I don't want to
overstay my welcome ^Å"

Joe clicked to what Nick and Noah were doing, and he chuckled softly.
"Perhaps you'd like to hear my story, David?" he said quietly.

David's smile covered his face instantly. "I'd like that very much!"
he said.

As Nick and Noah pulled the dungeon door closed behind them, Noah leaned
across and kissed his man tenderly. "I love you," he said softly.

Nick kissed him back. "I love you, too. Especially when you come up with
brilliant ideas like this," he laughed.



The End



This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my
imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from
having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that
condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't
matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether
you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!