Message-ID: <212403Z20011995@anon.penet.fi> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories From: an168972@anon.penet.fi X-Anonymously-To: alt.sex.stories Organization: Anonymous contact service Reply-To: an168972@anon.penet.fi Date: Fri, 20 Jan 1995 21:16:17 UTC Subject: Story (m/m) Lines: 99 This story involves consensual sexual activity between adult males. If this doesn't interest you, move on. Except for the flickers from the candles placed high on the wall, the room was dark. Bathed in this surreal light, the men stared at us, stroking their hot fuck-shafts and emitting low grunting sounds. Arik and I were strung up together, both of us buck naked except for the leather bands tied around our biceps. We were tied at the wrists with the leather cord securely fastened to the overhead wooden beam. Our ankles were also strapped together with our legs splayed in a standing spread-eagle fashion. To make certain that we wouldn't separate an inch, our balls were firmly bound together by a smooth black strap that my Master had tied on to his harness before leaving for the Club. I could feel the soft blond hair of Arik's thighs brush against my own darker hair as we were exhibited for the other Masters and slaves. Our initial hard-ons had not subsided, and I could still feel our slick pre-fuck juices on our lower abs. My own hairy pecs constantly rubbed against Arik's smooth well-defined chest, keeping his cock constantly erect. Arik and I looked each other in the eye, filled with lust for what the night would further bring. "Let's see the two slaves put on a show!" cried one of the men. Swat! I felt my Master's belt hit my well-muscled ass. "Get to it, Pup, entertain us!" It was my Master's rich, baritone voice commanding up to perform. Unable to wrap our hands around each other, Arik and I could only kiss each other wildly. I was so hard that I was sure my prick was going to split out of its skin. I had wanted to make out with Arik since I saw him lifting in the gym the week earlier. Wearing only cotton shorts and sneaker he was the perfection of manhood. Now our rock-hard cocks rubbed their ooze against each other as we kissed and necked with natural enthusiasm for the crowd of men. We began to grind our groins against one another, bringing me to the brink of spewing. As Arik nibbled on my ear, a paddle hit Arik squarely on his ass. "Come on, Boy, I think you need some extra incentive to entertain my buddies." It was Arik's muscled owner speaking, a man in his late 30s with hugely defined pecs, traps, and lats. He approached the middle of the room where we were strung with his eight inch cock framed by his leather chaps. His thick, black mustache was curled up in a smile of delight. In his broad hands he carried a thick, veiny dildo. Arik and I had earlier greased each other's assholes before the group, so his Master wasted no time in sending it home. Standing behind Arik he wrapped a hand around us to clasp at the small of my back in order to steady us while he twisted the dildo up Arik's ass. We continued to kiss and suck each other's tongues while the dildo was worked in and out of his ass. My own moaning filled the sex-drenched air; I was delirious with lust. Arik's cock grew in size and an increased amount of pre-cum slimed out of the slit. Man it felt so fucking hot to have his hand holding us steady while he worked Arik's ass over with the dildo. The men cheered and gave their approval, even when his Master left us alone, our pricks burning with desire and the need to explode with gobs of cum. Arik rested his chiseled jaw on my wide shoulders, panting with excitement and sexual tension. He whispered, "Here he comes!" in my ear seconds before I felt my own Master standing at my backside. My Master is a big man -- he stands at 6'3" and weights 220 pounds of pure muscle from daily workouts at the gym. Tonight he wore his leather cap, a four-strap harness, and leather caps. It was his hard cock, wet with pre-cum, that I felt against my ass. "Hey men!" he cried out, "I think it's about time I fucked my Pup to test his endurance!" With that he circled his muscled arms around both of us. I felt the leather chaps brush against the back of my thighs as his nine inch tool rammed up inside of my guts. Since I was ordered not to utter a sound, I buried my tongue inside Arik's mouth as we continued to passionately kiss. His Master liked what he saw, and within seconds he was behind Arik fucking his tight bubble ass. I knew I couldn't hold out too much longer, even though I knew better than to cum without his permission. The feeling of my chest rubbing against Arik's pecs, our tied-up balls jerking each other's cock harder and harder, and my Master's hands fastened at my waist was all too much. Separating my mouth from Arik's lips I threw my head back onto my Master's shoulder. I screamed, moaning with abandon as my cock gushed forth its thick sticky load over Arik's prick and stomach. He too could no longer hold back, as his prick began coating my chest hairs with his own load. My own Master couldn't hold off either as my ass screwed down tightly onto his swollen fuckpole. Coating his hands with the fuck slime on my abs, he began pinching my nipples as he pumped the contents of his heavy balls up my ass. Arik's owner followed suit, biting his neck as he violently emptied his cream up Arik's fuck chute. I could hear the sounds of other slaves sucking their masters' cocks as the fury hit its peak. My Master massaged my asscheeks and whispered to me what a great fuck I was; I had made him proud! As he left to get a soda water before leaving, Arik and I were left in the center of the room again, kissing deeply with bliss and relief. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- To find out more about the anon service, send mail to help@anon.penet.fi. Due to the double-blind, any mail replies to this message will be anonymized, and an anonymous id will be allocated automatically. You have been warned. Please report any problems, inappropriate use etc. to admin@anon.penet.fi.