Date: Fri, 27 Aug 2004 14:01:12 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dark Stone - chapter 6

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Chapter 6


Still attired in the comfortable black hide of our leather, Arcturis led me
along a short hallway and into a room I had not seen before. The walls were
high and of stone, decorated with carven images similar to those I had first
noticed in the smaller lounging area where my Master had offered me the
chance to join the Circle - depictions of men in leather, joined in
innumerable variations of sexual congress. Torches burned along the walls,
casting light upon the room in flickering waves of flame, yet the ceiling
was lost from view, high and dark somewhere above us. In the centre of the
room, a long wooden table, laden with platters of meat and bread, and with
silver decanters surrounded by ornate goblets, was attended to by benches
covered in black leather. And around the table, either seated on those
benches, or lounging on cushions strewn about the floor nearby, were other
members of the Circle.

Eight in all there were, in addition to Arcturis and myself, relaxing and
eating, each of them dressed in the same black leathers, identical at fist
glance apart from the differences between Masters and slaves. Even upon
fairly close inspection, all of the masters could barely be separated, and
the same for the slaves, each of them looked so much like the others, and
like myself, I realised with a start, and a flush of pride. And yet, somehow
I instinctively knew not only that they were different, but which slave
belonged with which Master, and even who they were!

I beheld the sight before me with curiosity and a sense of belonging, and
assumed that somehow the knowledge of each of them must be coming from
Arcturis. Before me were nine stunning men, including my own, garbed in
polished leather chaps and enwrapped in dark harnesses, their heads
enveloped in glistening black hoods and glimmering pinpricks of light
reflecting back from the silver rings adorning their nipples and their
cocks. In varying degrees of animation, and in differing states of
flaccidity, the others took little notice of our arrival. Only one of the
masters - Ursus, my mind told me - nodded in our direction.

"Welcome Arcturis, Australis! Come and partake of this table. The wine is
delicious," he smiled.

"Of course it is," Arcturis beamed, seating himself beside Ursus but leaning
backwards so that his back rested against the hardness of the table itself.
As he did, I found myself a cushion and settled at his feet, between his
wide spread legs, one arm resting along his thigh. He looked down at me
proprietarily, and I felt proud and happy.

"Thank you, Master Ursus," I added, earning another approving look from
Arcturis. Ursus' slave, Unctius, was seated on the bench behind his master,
picking at grapes and pieces of cheese, taking some for himself and
occasionally reaching around to feed the same to Ursus as well. He threw me
a friendly look, and turned his attention back to the table. As Arcturis
began a light-hearted chat with Ursus, he absently reached for a large
silver goblet, and filled it with red wine from a decanter by his elbow
before taking a long draught, and re-filling it without looking. He handed
the almost filled vessel to me and I sipped first, then swallowed a large
portion of the drink. It was the most delicious, smooth nectar I had ever
tasted, and I drained the cup before handing it gratefully back to my
Master. Leaning against Arcturis' strong legs, feeling his warmth against my
back and side, I looked around the room again, as he continued his
conversation, his arm resting on my shoulder, the occasional piece of food
held to my mouth by his long fingers.

I did not feel awkward, or self-conscious, here with these men. Despite my
garb, and my near nakedness, I sensed an incredible degree of belonging, of
being part of them, and I smiled. I ate, but less from hunger than an
appreciation of the delightful tastes of the food. And as my mouth
appreciated the table, my eyes appreciated those around it. Movement to my
right caught my attention, and I swivelled a little to see another slave
stretch his beautiful body languorously over the soft cushions on the floor,
until his face rested at the groin of his master. With a self satisfied
smirk, he slowly licked the length of his man's penis while one hand slid
tantalisingly slowly up the other's leg. And just as suddenly he lifted
himself away again, the smile still on his face as he crawled toward the
table to fetch them both glasses of wine.

My cock had grown at the sight, and remained semi hard as the lithe,
hairless body of the other slave moved nearer to me.

"Hello, Australis," he said warmly, "Welcome to the Circle!"

"Uh, thanks ... Deltaris," I replied as his name suddenly formed in my mind.
He stopped in his movement, then, almost directly before me, on hands and
knees, and I watched as his eyes travelled slowly up my body and back again,
to rest on my cock, which was already beginning to come to life once more.

"Nice!" he said with a grin, and I knew exactly what he meant. Almost
casually, he reached out with one hand and his finger made contact with my
nipple before sliding slowly across my abdomen, down over my pelvis and
along the length of my prick.

I gasped with surprise, and delight, and looked around nervously. But
although Arcturis and Ursus must have seen him, they made no comment or even
indicated that they were aware of him. Unctius, seated almost beside where
Deltaris knelt, looked over at us with an almost bored expression before
re-focussing on his master. Suddenly a loud cough and a grumbling voice rang
out, and I looked up to see Deltaris' master, Democratis, watching the two
of us.

I began to panic, expecting the worst, but instead Democratis laughed loudly
as he announced for all the room to hear: "Deltaris! I hope you have
Arcturis' permission to play with his slave already. I declare, boy, that
you are both insatiable and incorrigible. If Arcturis decides you should be
punished for your brazenness, I will not stand in his way."

My Master finally acknowledged us, looking first at Democratis, then down to
myself and Deltaris. But I felt a calm, easy sense of mirth in my mind, as
he projected his unconcern to me. "And how would you suggest I punish him?"
he asked aloud. "From what I recall, he enjoys most of the forms of abuse
that many consider punishment."

Democratis laughed back. "You are correct, Arcturis! The worst punishment I
can bring to mind would be to deny him the pleasures of congress! Yet I
could not do that, for I can but admire him his enthusiasm, and I confess to
great enjoyment in his submission and his eager body."

All of the others in the room chuckled at the comments, and only I seemed a
little apprehensive. Even Deltaris appeared unconcerned and I guessed that
this was merely a play between them, that no rules had been broken and no
sensitivities offended.

"I could not justify any punishment," Arcturis said now. "Deltaris has
simply shown that he possesses excellent taste - my Australis would easily
be the most desirable man in the room, so I can only sympathise with your
slave for wanting him, Democratis." I beamed with pride at the words, and
felt another flicker of excitement in my groin. They were openly discussing
the desirability of sex, and I could not but feel some arousal at the words.

"Truly, Arcturis?" came another voice from the end of the table. I glanced
over, and knew in my mind that the master who spoke was Orientalis. "And how
can you claim such without comparison?"

"You forget that I have shared all of your slaves," Arcturis said as he
grinned mischievously.

"Ah, but we have not had the favour returned," said Orientalis. "My
Occidentalis is, to my mind, the most energetic and pleasing partner a man
could ever know."

I looked to his slave, to see Occidentalis slide his arms around his
master's waist and smile with light hearted satisfaction.

"I have no fear of comparisons," Arcturis declared. "And should Australis
wish to share himself, then those with whom he couples should be grateful
and honoured," he said as he looked directly at me and winked.

The room quietened again as the others grinned and returned to their
feasting. Deltaris collected drinks for himself and his master and backed
away as if nothing had happened. I looked up to Arcturis, still a little
confused, and he leaned down to me, whispering so that only I could hear.

"Do not be concerned, my Australis. I told you that joining with others was
not only permitted but encouraged. And all here know that you are still new.
They seek only to lessen any uneasiness you may feel, and to make light of
the possible couplings later. You need only to understand and accept that
whatever you wish to do is acceptable, as long as your emotional tie is to
me, and mine to you. You should not feel guilt at the physical attraction to
others, nor jealousy should I make physical contact with others. Remember
that for eternity, you are mine and I am yours."

I nodded as he spoke, and relaxed slowly. The smiles around the room were
friendly rather than lustful, and I saw the truth in his words. This life as
part of the Circle could prove interesting indeed!

Without my realising it, time passed quickly. I felt fully recovered from
our earlier exploits, but was happy to sit here at Arcturis' feet. I joined
in the conversation easily enough and found that the others were genuinely
interested in news of the outside world. Two others - Leviathis and
Linguaris, my brain registered - joined us while we spoke, and the food and
wine flowed freely. At one point I looked around to see Democratis and
Deltaris locked in an embrace, Deltaris' hands caressing his master's
growing tumescence. Fascinated, I stared at them, my own cock lengthening as
they stood and Democratis all but carried his slave from the table towards a
doorway off at one end of the room.

Arcturis' hand on my head, squeezing gently against the black leather of my
hood, made me jump and brought my attention back to him. "Are you curious,
my boy, or simply interested?" he asked softly.

"Uh, I don't know," I stammered. "A little of both, I guess. And maybe just
a little horny as well," I blushed as I nodded to my own groin. He chuckled
at that, sliding his arms around my chest, letting his fingers pinch
tantalisingly at the circles of silver through my nipples.

"That isn't helping, Arcturis!" I said, trying to sound more annoyed and
less pleased than I felt.

"Yes it is!" he replied, making a point of looking long and hard at my cock.
"Perhaps we too should partake of the wonders of that room."

I simply smiled as I rubbed my body slowly against his legs. Without further
comment, he lifted me to my feet, and I grimaced uncomfortably as my
extended penis came into full view. But Arcturis placed his hand on my butt,
squeezing my cheek firmly before leading me away from the table. His own
cock was filling out as he did, yet the others seemed to take no notice of
our departure. With growing anticipation, I followed my man through the exit
where Democratis and Deltaris had gone earlier, wondering what would be
revealed.

The room itself was dark, lit only faintly by candles around the walls. In
fact, it was black, and as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that it
was furnished in leather. Several slings floated in the air, black and
silver. Nearby, a number of benches were covered in dark hide, and the floor
all around was springy and black. Along the walls I could see various
equipment, including large leather covered crosses, giant X's fitted out
with wrist and ankle straps. And shelves filled with 'toys' - dildoes, butt
plugs, nipple clamps, handcuffs and more. My heart beat faster as I surveyed
the room, and began to notice its other occupants.

Democratis and Deltaris were there, now locked in a lusting embrace as they
ground against each other's bodies. And a little away from the door,
Orientalis stood against the prone form of Occidentalis, laying back in one
of the slings, their motions clearly signalling that they were fucking, and
fucking hard. I had not even realised that they had left the table. Once
more I felt Arcturis by my side, and melted against him.

"Remember, Australis," he said gently. "The sole purpose of this place is
physical pleasure. You need feel no guilt and no concern. Neither are you
required to accept any order or request that you do not wish from anyone but
me. Above all, enjoy!"

I acknowledged his advice with a nod of my head as I looked around the room
with a combination of nervousness, marvel and growing excitement. I could
not help but stare at the vision of Occidentalis, supine in his floating
leather cocoon, the dark hide around his body contrasting with the gleaming
silver of his adornments, his ankles in stirrups and his legs high and back,
while Orientalis leaned into him, hands on his slave's chest while his long
cock plunged in and out of Occidentalis' accepting cavern. The two of them
gasped in shortened breaths in time with the clinking chains of the sling
supports, and the swaying of the leather platform in the air.

I was so absorbed that I jumped a little with surprise when I felt Arcturis'
fingers on my chest, flicking at the silver circles through my nubs. The
distraction was both welcome and arousing, and I leaned back into him,
happily finding the rising firmness of his erection already pressing into my
spine.

His hands travelled across my abdomen, and his arms encircled me as his
prong nudged its way between my arse cheeks. His legs spread and he pulled
me into him, wrapping my body with his own, possessing me. I melted against
him and sighed with pleasure as my cock sprang to rigid attention and my
body tingled with anticipation. His mouth was at my head, his tongue
massaging my ear through the leather of the hood I wore. I could feel the
strength of his long legs pressing against my thighs as we sandwiched the
textured hide of our chaps between us. I slid my arms back until I could
feel the edges of his chaps and the warm silken heat of his flesh, cupping
his butt in my hands, and pulling him against me. My cock now jutted out and
up, pointing toward the pair in the sling and advertising to the rest of the
room that I was aroused beyond measure.

Arcturis' hands now began to fondle my nuts, playing with the scrotum and
massaging my eggs gently, one hand occasionally straying to slide up the
length of my prick and back again. His long, twitching weapon trailed a
river of pre-cum as it slid up and down my crack, poking from between my
legs then retreating to the heated valley of my butt, now coated with the
natural lubricant of his emission. My hole ached to be filled, my body alive
with the expectations of being drilled by him yet again. And the sight when
I opened my eyes - Orientalis ploughing himself into Occidentalis at the
sling to my right, Democratis and Deltaris a blur of arms and legs, fingers
and tongues as they explored and inflamed each other just before me. I was
both voyeur and participant, and I found it erotic in the extreme.

Although my attention was diverted from what Arcturis was doing, I was not
wholly unaware of the delightful sensations of his prick riding along my
valley, or of the bliss of his fingers on my testicles. Keeping my eyes on
the other two couples, I leaned my head back into his and trembled at the
feeling of his mouth on my ear, gnawing at me through the heavy leather of
my hood, his body enveloping my own as we stood there watching the show
presented to us. My master nudged my legs apart and bent me at the knee by
pushing his own knees into the backs of mine, then lowered himself even more
to position his throbbing, rock hard cockhead with it's chrome adornment at
my anus. With the slightest of upward pressure he began to enter me, and I
happily relaxed to accept him. The cool metal of his piercing followed by
the heated solidity of his knob prised apart my sphincter and slid unopposed
into my rectum, the long strength of his manhood filling me as his PA
scraped at my prostate and shot waves of ecstasy into my body.

Arcturis continued his penetration with a slow, steady drive into me, and my
cock hardened to steel, a filament of glistening pre-cum stringing down from
the cool circle of metal through my glans all the way to the floor. I sighed
with pleasure as my man's weapon occupied the emptiness of my body and
completed me. As Arcturis' cock finished its inward motion, and his heavy
nuts pressed against my arse cheeks, I squeezed my anus around his mighty
log and he stilled, until the two of us were joined, steady and watching the
frenzied fucking of our companions on the sling. His fingers still caressed
my eggs, then one hand pulled at the steel around my pole, while the other
tugged out at the ring through my cockhead, making me moan with arousal. He
began a slow motion humping then, sliding out of me a little before
re-inserting himself into my bowel, while his hands travelled upward and he
played a tantalising and erotic game of pinching on my tits, the hard metal
exciting my nubs into miniature erections of heated skin.

I closed my eyes and let my body concentrate on the joys being pounded into
me as I surrendered myself to Arcturis and hungrily swallowed his
masculinity with my anus. He fucked at me unhurriedly, enjoying the long
slow strokes with which he rode my arse and possessed my innards. I swore I
could feel every ridge of his prong, every vein in his meat as the wet
squelching sound of his fuck mingled with the groans from my throat, and the
slapping of skin against skin and gasping breaths of Democratis fucking
Deltaris no more than a metre or two from us.

Without breaking his rhythm, Arcturis whispered to me, "Open your eyes!"

I did as ordered, and found myself staring at Deltaris, directly in front of
me, on his hands and knees, his arse pointed upward and his head pulled back
by Democratis' hand gripping his hood. Behind and above him, his master was
in a semi-crouching position, boots flat on the floor and knees bent as his
long, glistening cock pounded in and out of Deltaris' hole. Democratis was
fucking his slave with heated ferocity, plunging himself down and into
Deltaris before lifting up to thunder against him once more. As they fucked,
both master and slave looked directly at me and Arcturis, a glint of lust in
their faces as they watched me bounce up and down on my master's incredible
tool.

"Let me ... suck your ... cock now!" Deltaris grunted between Democratis'
thundering shoves into his body.

"Yes, Australis," his master hissed, "Come and shove that cock of yours into
this slave's throat."

My heart rate jumped at the thought of being fucked by Arcturis and sucked
by Deltaris simultaneously. Adrenaline pumped through me, and I heard
Arcturis' voice in my head.

"Do you want it, my little slave? Do you wish to share yourself?"

"Uh huh," I whispered at him nervously, excited but uncertain.

"Then we shall!"

With that, he half carried, half walked me forward, pumping himself in and
out of my body all the way, until we stood directly before the doubled over
Deltaris and his crouching master.

"Go on," Arcturis urged me silently, "Say it!"

My inhibitions retreated, and I looked at Deltaris and Democratis with
renewed interest and arousal. Staring directly into the other slave's eyes,
I spoke in a commanding tone.

"Suck this cock, boy!" I ordered. "Take it all, and swallow it deep!"

"Yes, Sir!" Deltaris responded, and my prick shuddered with erotic
anticipation. Just the words were enough to send shivers through me, and
when he complied, enveloping my manhood in wet, suctioning heat, I moaned
involuntarily, every nerve in my body alive and singing. My insides were
alive, rubbed and filled by Arcturis' giant tool, my cock engulfed in
blistering heated pleasure. So close I could touch him, Democratis huffed
and gasped as he plunged himself harder and deeper into his boy, and all
about me the aroma of musky sweat and raw male sex filled the air. The
squeal of leather against leather and the sight of the black hide and silver
pinpricks of metal inflamed my senses, and I responded by fucking my cock
into Deltaris' throat in time with the ramming motion of Arcturis into my
own body.

"Let's have some fun," Arcturis declared. He slid his inflamed erection from
me, leaving me empty for the moment, but held me in place so that Deltaris'
mouth did not leave my cock. I couldn't see what my master was doing, but
suddenly he was beneath me, lying on his back, and sliding up between my
widespread legs. He came to a stop with Deltaris' knees on either side of
his head, and reached for my legs, gripping at my chaps and pulling at me
until I understood what he wanted. I bent my knees and lowered myself to
him, careful not to let my rampant prick slip from the other slave's lips.
As Deltaris continued to suck at me, I squatted over my Master and dropped,
impaling myself on his upturned spike, and driving that huge spear of flesh
and metal into my gut. I began to bounce around on Arcturis with abandon,
the pleasure incredible, as Deltaris somehow swallowed my rod even deeper
into his gullet. Arcturis lifted his head and took the slave's dripping
prong into his own mouth, sucking it in and slurping at the meaty pole.
Democratis' cock ploughed into his slave's rear continuously, his balls
slapping against the other's rounded cheeks and flicking across my own
master's forehead as Arcturis' face came up to meet his fellow master's
plunging groin with each thundering shove.

Suddenly, Democratis reefed his sword from his slave's body and stood
upright, crowing above the mass of intertwined bodies beneath him. Stepping
forward to straddle both his own slave and my Master, he waved the
glistening pillar of his manliness centimetres from my face. I could see the
wetness of his cock, still covered with Deltaris' juices, sparkling,
twitching and unbelievably desirable and inviting, right before me.

"You want some of this, slave?" he hissed in a barely audible voice. Almost
as if by way of encouragement, Arcturis speared himself up and into me with
a ferocious intensity, nudging me forward and even closer to the waiting log
of flesh.

"Yes, Sir," I gasped, opening my mouth wide.

Democratis did not wait for a second invitation. Instantly, he lunged
forward, driving his thick cock into my throat, shoving himself deep into my
gullet as I fought the urge to gag and swallowed him completely. His heavy,
rounded nuts crashed against my chin, and I tasted the slimy remnants of his
slave on him. At the same time, Arcturis lunged inwards again while drawing
Deltaris' prick deep into his own throat, and the other slave renewed his
attack on my cock with increased vigour. Together, the four of us now humped
and sucked at each other, a fevered collection of bodies filling each other
and driving the group upwards and on into passionate frenzy.

I don't know how long we stayed like that, but it felt like hours and at the
same time only seconds. The pleasure was indescribable, the arousal intense
and the erotic stimulation almost too much as I felt myself heading for a
peak. Then almost as suddenly as he had started, Democratis stopped,
wrenching himself from my mouth, and laughing throatily.

"I think my slave need his arse filled again," he said with a malevolent
chuckle. "Deltaris, turn around, boy!"

The other slave obeyed his master's command, relinquishing his hold on my
cock and sitting back, grinning widely as he looked once more into my face.
While Arcturis continued his relentless pounding into me, Deltaris quickly
stood and spun around, kneeling again over my Master, but this time with his
twitching hole aimed toward me.

"Do you want it, Australis?" I heard him ask. "It's yours for the taking!"

"Yeah, boy," his Master confirmed. "Plough that fuck-hole with your cock.
Enjoy the delights my slave has to offer."

"Go on, Australis," Arcturis joined the chorus of urging. "Show him what an
amazing phallus you have, make him beg for more!"

Wordlessly, shaking with anticipation, I placed my hands on the smooth
darkness of Deltaris' chaps, gripping his hips and drawing him to me.
Arcturis slowed a little, and with my sphincter clenching tightly around my
man's glorious spear, I pressed the rock hard head of my cock against the
inviting pinkness of the other slave. For a second we stilled, and I could
sense that he was willing himself to relax, and then Arcturis pumped himself
into me again, forcing my body forward and driving my ringed penis into
Deltaris' waiting chute. As the muscles of his sphincter opened to take me,
I felt the squelching wet heat of his cavern vacuum my manhood inside. The
chrome circle embedded in my prick dragged to one side, pulling against me
and sending new waves of undiscovered sensation through my body. I drove
myself deeper into that warm softness, feeling the knot of nerves that was
Deltaris' prostate as my crowned weapon rode over it, then plunging further
into the welcoming body, until my pelvis crunched to a grinding stop against
his butt.

Arcturis resumed his humping of me now, grinning up into my face as I stared
down at him over Deltaris' shoulder. Unknown heights of pleasure assailed my
senses as I fucked and was fucked both at once. My arse was filled and
pounded with my Master's cock, while my own cock probed the depths of the
other slave, driving deeper and harder into him with each cycle. I fell into
a steady rhythm of unbridled and lusty joy, ramming myself into Deltaris
just as Arcturis pulled himself out of me, then wrenching my body backward
and withdrawing my cock until only the tip, and the edges of my PA, remained
in Deltaris, while simultaneously Arcturis thundered his pile driver of meat
into my hungry body.

Democratis stood over the three of us for some time, a towering figure of
black leather and shining silver, stroking his own cock with one hand while
pinching at his tits with the other, his legs spread wide and the smile on
the lower part of his face below the edge of his hood growing ever greater.
Once more I became engrossed in sensational bliss, my cock and my arse each
relaying untold messages of pleasure to my brain. My hands slid forward and
gripped at the straps of Deltaris' harness as I fucked him hard,
occasionally pinching at his nipples while my cock lost itself in his gut,
and my Master filled my innards with his spearing pole of maleness.

I sensed that Democratis was no longer above us, but took little heed, so
lost in the joy of this double pleasure as I was, until I felt his hands on
my back. His fingers tracing the lines of my harness until they found the
edge of my chaps, then his hands cupping my butt before caressing my leather
clad thighs. In a haze of erotic arousal, I realised he was pressing against
me now, his cockhead slippery and hot against the flesh of my cheeks as he
crouched over the place where my Master rammed his cock into my body. With
the unrelenting and blissful friction of Arcturis' prong riding in and out
of my arse still driving me on, I felt Democratis lower himself until his
own cockhead was riding against Arcturis' shaft, hard against the upper rim
of my anus.

"How would you like to double the pleasure, Australis?" Democratis whispered
loud enough for all of us to hear. "You want to know the feeling of two
cocks at once, you hungry little slave?"

An icicle of doubt shot through my brain, and I slowed my pounding of
Deltaris' body. The thought of being fucked by both Arcturis and Democratis
at the same time, both cocks stretching my hole, was both unnerving and yet
exhilarating, arousing me even as I considered it.

"Come on, slaveboy," Democratis urged again, rubbing his steel hard prick
against my skin as Arcturis continued to slide his weapon into me. My heart
raced, and my cock grew even harder with excitement, as I drove it still
deeper into Deltaris.

A voice in my head - Arcturis - asked gently: 'Do you want to do this, my
little one? You are under no obligation.'

I answered in kind, forming the thoughts in my addled brain. 'I think so, my
Master. It's exciting me incredibly just thinking about it. But I'm not sure
if I can do it.'

'You can if you wish. Just relax your body completely, surrender everything
as you have done before. I will ease you through, and remember: one of the
organs filling you shall be mine.'

'Okay, I will do it!' I answered Arcturis in my mind. At the same time I
hissed aloud, "Yes, Sir, do it! Join my master and fuck me with both of your
cocks!"

With my confirmation, Arcturis slowed his pace, and I also ceased my
pounding. Deltaris had heard, and knew what was happening, and he pressed
backwards against me and stopped, waiting for the rest of us, allowing me to
concentrate on what was happening. My cock remained lodged in his arse, but
I felt almost detached from it as I sensed what was unfolding at my own
rear.

With Arcturis inside me yet but now stilled, Democratis returned to his semi
crouch, his knees bent by my sides. For a fleeting second I marvelled at the
control of his leg muscles to be able to stay in such a position for so
long, and then I felt his cockhead again, sliding along the crack of my
arse. I took a deep breath, and tried as best I could to relax my sphincter
muscle. Both of the men, my own Master Arcturis, and Democratis, were so
big. Arcturis already stretched my hole incredibly, and once again I began
to doubt that I could take both he and Democratis at once.

'Relax and surrender,' came Arcturis' voice in my mind. 'Give yourself over
entirely to me, relinquish all control, all power to your Master, and
enjoy!'

I nodded vaguely, emptying my mind of conscious thought, and trying to relax
myself completely. It wasn't easy with Deltaris clenching his arse around my
cock every now and then to remind me that I was still lodged deep within his
gut, but I let my feelings go and gave myself over to Arcturis and
Democratis, granting them total domination of me.

With Arcturis' reassuring voice inside my head, I felt Democratis' hand on
my back, pushing me forward. His voice came to my ears. "Relax, slave boy,
open yourself and let the pleasure fill you!" Bending to his physical urging
as I surrendered my emotional misgivings to Arcturis, I leaned forward,
effectively squeezing Deltaris between myself and Arcturis. He in turn
gripped even harder at me, refusing to let my still throbbing manhood escape
his ring.

Democratis again crouched over me, his cockhead sliding lower within the
valley between my arse cheeks. His left hand was planted firmly on my hip,
his right index finger trailing his meaty head across my butt. I sensed his
prick withdraw from my flesh, but his digit continued its trail until it met
up with Arcturis' pulsating shaft, spearing my sphincter. In my mind, I saw
Democratis trace the underside of my master's cock, following the line of
his tube until it disappeared into my body, and then I felt the slow but
firm invasion of his finger, sliding carefully into me, prising open my hole
to gain entry. I felt stretched, but not as badly as I had feared, while
Democratis inserted his finger into me, up to the knuckle, and began to worm
it around inside me, preparing me for what was to come.

Turning his palm upwards, I felt the other Master hook at my muscle and
begin to open me more, and then his rounded, solid knob was against my skin,
begging entrance to me. His finger remained in place as he began slowly to
exert more pressure with his weight, urging himself against my resisting
anus. Arcturis spoke to me again, his voice inside of me. 'Relax, surrender,
enjoy' said his thoughts. I did as he told me, emptying my mind and pushing
back with my gut at the same time. With a stronger but still easy push,
Democratis overcame my defences, his finger slipping out of me as his
mushroom cap broke through, popping inside my ravaged arse and becoming
still.

Pain there was, but neither as intense nor as lasting as I had feared. It
seemed almost to have been deadened, anaesthetised by something more, some
deep and over-riding power filling me. I resisted the urge to clench my
buttocks, and as the pain retreated at speed, I suddenly realised that
Democratis was inside me, with Arcturis. I had two cocks in my arse at once,
and amazingly I was neither torn nor injured! In fact, although I felt
stretched incredibly, I also found it unbelievably erotic. I let out a long
sigh of combined pleasure and relief.

Sensing my relaxation and acceptance, Democratis slowly began to press
again, sliding the full length of his impressive tool into my body, running
it along the shaft of Arcturis' cock as he did, and filling me even further.
Once his head had entered me there was no further stretching of my arse, but
now my gut was filling as it had never been filled before. A moan escaped
me, confessing to all that I found this double insertion quite enjoyable
after all. Steadily and slowly, Democratis continued inwards, while Arcturis
waited unmoving and patient, until the entire length of the other's tool was
now inside me. I swore I could feel the hardness of the metal ring in
Democratis' cock as it massaged my canal, and slid into position alongside
Arcturis. Finally, he stopped, pressed as far into me as he could go.
Arcturis and Democratis both stilled, their penises aligned and pressed
together, metal against metal, shaft against shaft, held tightly in place by
my rectum, their large and rolling testicles caressing each other as they
hung outside my body.

Arcturis projected into my mind thoughts of incredible pleasure, and intense
arousal, and I knew that it was not just me. I shared the wondrous feeling
of passionate eroticism that my Master knew with his prick clenched hard
against the matching length of Democratis inside me, the clinking of their
respective piercings against each other, both buried in the wet heat of my
innards. For a long moment I remained as I was, experiencing the intensity
of a thousand sensations as my body was filled by both men at once, and my
cock enveloped by the moist warmth of Deltaris' body. Almost involuntarily,
I ground myself forward, driving my prick deeper into the other slave.

This had the amazing effect of causing the doubled cocks of Arcturis and
Democratis to slide backwards from my arse. Almost at once I hunched back
again, drawing my own weapon from it's living scabbard a little. I gasped
with the pleasure of fucking and being fucked simultaneously, and quickly
began a rhythm of lurching, forward and back, ploughing myself into Deltaris
before impaling my ravaged arse upon the two giant cocks inside me, and
repeating the motion over and over. Moaning loudly and grunting with
delight, I allowed my Master and his partnered Democratis to take control,
surrendering to them as they plunged in and out of me as one, driving me
forward and into the other slave, faster and harder with each thundering
jab.

My senses went into overdrive as the indescribable thickness of the doubled
cocks in my arse rammed at me like a pile driver, while the vacuum
suctioning of Deltaris beneath me gripped and squelched around my own cock.
The scent of leather, rich and strong, filled the air, combining with the
musky sweat of rutting males to complement the vision of leather clad
bodies, entwined and shuddering, which filled my mind. In my ears, muffled
only slightly by the soft hide of my hood, was the sound of gasping hisses
and the squeal of leather against leather, and I felt my entire body tingle
and twitch with unbridled erotic pleasure as I quickly approached an
all-consuming climax.

Every nerve in my body screamed aloud the electric passion of arousal. Every
part of me thrilled to the grinding, racing tremble of the four bodies
joined as one, in which I was the sandwiched and inflamed centre. I doubted
I could forego the explosion building in my groin for much longer, when
suddenly the bliss was exploding into new heights. Democratis and Arcturis
had until now fucked me as one, their long, thick weapons locked together.
But just as I thought this could get no better, Democratis reversed
direction, so that as he pushed into me, Arcturis was withdrawing. Their
thrusts now counterbalanced each other, the friction of the two phalluses
holding open my body sending torrential floodwaters of pleasure into me.

Deltaris flexed yet again, and his glorious cavern gripped at my rod,
milking me with ferocity as I desperately sought to hold onto consciousness,
the elevated arousal filling me, almost too much to bear. Suddenly, in my
mind, I felt Arcturis' pleasure also. My Master projected to me his own
sensations as his giant prong slammed in and out of me, massaged and scraped
by the massive cock of Democratis as it shared my tunnel and travelled in
the opposite direction. The grinding of one against the other, the rough
hardness of their piercings stimulating each, filled my brain and I hissed
with uncontrollable delight.

Without warning, I exploded. A thousand colours kaleidoscoped within my head
as my body went into spasms. Fucked and fucking, I lost all sense of time or
place and surrendered to nothing but pure physical release as my balls
emptied themselves and my cock spewed a river of manjuice into the greedy
chute of the slave whose leathered frame shook beneath me. I was only
vaguely aware of the doubled, simultaneous eruption of the two cocks within
me as both Arcturis and Democratis gave up their precious essence, pumping
it into the crowded cavity that was my innards. So much rich and powerful
ejaculation did they share that I could not contain it all, and a creamy
flow cascaded from me, around their still pistoning appendages and down my
inner thighs.

Deltaris too was twitching and hissing beneath me. I felt his sphincter
clench and grip at my manhood again and again, and knew that he too was
shooting his seed, rivers of ejaculate streaming out over Arcturis' chest
and upper body. For hours, at least that was how it felt, I continued to
cum, as did my companions. The usually brief intensity of climax seemed to
go on forever, and I felt as if I had left my body. I could still feel the
glorious gripping heat of Deltaris' arse around my cock, could still sense
the stretched ravages of my hole, and the incredible filling of both
Arcturis and Democratis inside of me at once, but as on another plane of
consciousness, I looked down upon the scene, myself in the middle of it all,
and found it more erotic than ever.

Slowly, gasping for breath, I felt my orgasm subside; felt the pounding of
my two fuckers quieten and still; felt the quaking trembles of the man in
whom I was buried ease and fall into exhausted completion. My heart was
still pounding, my blood still racing, as Democratis carefully extracted
himself from me with a wet and sloppy gush. He moved around and lifted his
slave into his arms, as my cock slid noisily from its receptacle, trails of
ejaculate dripping to my Master's abdomen. As Democratis pulled his slave
into his arms, he and Deltaris collapsed together on the floor alongside us.
Arcturis remained lodged within me, but he somehow sat up and took me in his
arms, supporting me as his prick lurched a little and probed my ravaged
innards once more.

Despite our just completed explosion, I was still excited, still hard and
aroused. Amazingly, I thought I could hear the sounds of our fucking still
in my head, but I saw Arcturis and the other couple look to my left. I
turned my head to follow their gaze and discovered that Ursus and his slave
Unctius had joined us in the room. They stood no more than a metre from us,
Ursus fucking at his slave's arse with a powerful ferocity; Unctius bent
forward, gasping and hissing as he flailed at his own prick, both of them
staring intently at the four of us on the floor. I felt myself tingling yet
again, and sensed Arcturis began to thrust upward into me still. Suddenly,
Ursus whipped his massive prong from within Unctius' body, and fisted the
long thick meat with one hand, as the other grabbed at his slave's body.
Unctius straightened, and continued to jerk at his cock, until almost as one
they both reached a peak, and a shower of creamy ejaculate shot from each,
long ropes of their essence snaking out from them and down onto the four of
us. I was feeling so turned on, and Arcturis was once more jabbing his
beautiful dagger deep into me. Incredulous and ecstatic, I felt another
orgasm racing to crescendo within my body. In a matter of minutes I was
shaking once more as my master filled me with yet more of his essence.

I heard, rather than saw, Democratis and Deltaris locked in the throes of
passionate coupling as my man and I exploded into climax again. They were
mimicking us as best I could tell, Democratis lying on his back while
Deltaris sat astride his Master and fucked himself down onto Democratis'
rigid pole. I raced Arcturis through the zenith of our delights,
simultaneously shooting and gasping with him, and began yet again to descend
from the high peaks of ecstasy.

Suddenly, unbidden, came a voice in my head - but it was not Arcturis.

'Wonderful, glorious! Come to me now, slave, and share with me your
delights! Let me take you to unexplored abuses, for I am the dominance and
absolute power you need to rule you!'

"No!" I screamed aloud, looking about in terror. This voice was full of
menace and mastery, there was no tenderness, no love in it at all.

'Yes!' it commanded. 'You are nothing but a slave. You will do as ordered.
Come to me!' I looked around wildly, and Ursus was there staring at me
intently, his eyes aflame with lust. I felt a strange pulling motion, sensed
that I was being physically taken from my Arcturis, my Master.

In near total panic, I blanked out all thought from my mind but the desire
to get away, to be safe in Arcturis' arms. With every ounce of strength I
had left, I willed myself and my Master to be free of the danger, to be
alone together. A roaring crash ripped through my head and blackness
cascaded over me as I flung my arms around Arcturis and lost consciousness.

	*******

I opened my eyes cautiously, and not without some effort. The final
thundering urge that had crashed through my mind and carried myself and
Arcturis away from the room had drained me completely. All about me was
darkness, but a soft, welcoming darkness. I moved, just a little, and felt a
body beneath my own, warm and strong. I needed no confirmation that it was
my man, but Arcturis ran his hand slowly down my chest, his lips against the
leather of my hood, whispering into my ear.

"Are you alright now, my Australis?"

"Uh huh," I nodded, lying back against him and relaxing, feeling his chaps
against my waist, warming to the familiarity of his now flaccid manhood
nestled against my back. I absently allowed my hands to wander along his
thighs, caressing the hide encased muscles as I did. "Where are we?"

"In our private sanctuary within the Keep. Here, we have complete control,
no other can enter this room but you and I. It is protected by our union and
by the power of the Lord Priapus himself." He leaned forward a little,
holding me in a hug, and I accepted the embrace before swivelling around to
face him. "That was quite extraordinary!" he said softly.

"Sorry ...?"

Arcturis quieted for a moment, removing the hood from my head. I felt bare
without it. He reached up and lifted his own hood away, allowing me to gaze
on his beautiful features once more. With a look of uncertainty he spoke
again.

"Australis, you moved us both from the room we shared with the others by
your thoughts."

"But we can do that - you explained to me before about it. When we
transported ourselves to each other ...?"

"Yes," he said slowly. "But that was your surrendering to me, and accepting
whatever I ordered, so that our combined thoughts moved us. This was
different. This time, your thoughts overpowered mine - your desperate plea
for safety so strong that I opened my own mind to you, and it was you who
brought us here."

"How could I have done that?" I asked, perplexed. "I didn't even know we had
a private sanctuary, let alone where it is."

He looked hard at me. "I can only assume that with the power of our minds
joined, your desire for safety merged with my knowledge to bring us here.
But still it is most unusual. I have never known of a slave taking control
like that, and so soon after your commencement in the Circle!"

His eyes bored into mine, and I swore I could sense his thoughts in my head
again, but when he spoke it was in the usual way. "So what happened? What
caused such intense need to flee that place? There should have been no
concern for any of us within the Keep, surrounded by the other members of
the Circle."

I shuddered as I recalled the final moments of our orgy. With trepidation, I
looked at him carefully before putting my thoughts into words.

"It was Ursus," I began. His brows raised in question, but he let me
continue. "At the very moment when we were finishing. I was in paradise,
when suddenly he wanted me for himself."

"But I told you, my slave boy, that you have the right to refuse any offer
from another Master. Besides, I did not hear him call you."

"No, it was not spoken. His voice was in my head, his thoughts inside me the
way that we are able to do. And I felt my body being pulled from you,
towards him. I did not realise others can communicate with us the same way,
and the thought of being taken from you scared me so much. I panicked ...
please don't be upset with me!"

Arcturis looked at me in amazement. Again I felt his mind inside my own,
probing my emotions. "You speak the truth!" he declared at last, and the
look of surprise on his face was slowly replaced with anger. "This is
wrong!" he hissed. "Ursus had no right to do this. You are right to be
concerned - the ability to join minds only exists because of our union with
each other. I do not know how Ursus managed it, but he has violated one of
the most sacred of our codes!"

Now I became scared. "Have I caused problems within the Circle?" I asked.
"Have I broken some rule?"

"No, my Australis, it is not you who is at fault." Arcturis' tone mellowed a
little, from anger to sadness. "Ursus is in the wrong. The only explanation
for his actions is that you are 'new blood' for the Circle, and that he came
to us from the world when slaves were truly nothing more than chattels, when
his homeland on the northern of the American continents was infamous for the
way one race enslaved another."

"But what happens now? Does this mean that I - and he - have broken the
power of the circle?" I trembled at the thought that I may have destroyed
this brotherhood already.

"No, my boy. The Circle goes on." Arcturis took my face in his hands and
smiled at me, reassuring me. "This will have to brought to the attention of
the Circle, and the Lord Priapus will be consulted. If Ursus is found to
have made a temporary but reparable error, then he shall be warned and the
mistake corrected."

"And if it can't be?"

My Master sighed, long and sad. "It has happened only once since I joined
the Circle, although I understand that there are earlier incidents as well.
The Lord Priapus shall examine the mind of Ursus carefully, and use all of
his powers to help him. But sometimes a mind is corrupted beyond measure and
beyond redemption. Then the Lord shall act to expel Ursus from the
brotherhood, and the search shall commence for one who shall replace him.
The Circle shall once again be broken, and in need of rebuilding."

I shivered involuntarily. "All because I have joined it," I said, more to
myself than anything.

"No, do not think that way!" Arcturis hurried to assure me. "The breaking,
and renewal, of the Circle is a major event for us. You were fated to become
one of us, drawn here by the Lord Priapus himself. That your arrival and
acceptance should cause further turmoil is not of your doing, but part of
the upheaval we have known of late."

Another thought occurred to me as I reasoned my way through the events of
the evening. "Arcturis, what happened to your previous slave? If I have
re-completed the Circle, then how was it broken?"

The sadness returned to his eyes for a fleeting second. "I wondered when you
would ask of this," he said calmly. "He whom you replaced; Athacaris was his
name; was killed. The time between his passing and your arrival was
difficult for us, for me particularly, although it passed quickly within
these walls. In the outside world, almost two and a half decades rolled by."

"But I thought you said we couldn't be killed!" I asked incredulously.

"No, my slave, I said we cannot die by natural means. Disease holds no
dominion over us. But weapons can pierce our bodies and destroy us just as
effectively as they can any mortal man."

"So why don't you all just stay inside the castle, then? Avoid the outside
world, and the possibility of harm?"

"Unfortunately, we must have need of contact with the outside world from
time to time. The feast you enjoyed at the table does not materialise from
nothing, and neither do our candles, or other staples. And above this is the
necessity to be appraised of movements in the world of mortals. This Keep,
this castle, is safe enough in times of peace, but it has been attacked in
the past and may be again. We need to be aware of possible danger and to
prepare for it. Yet even so, we venture forth as seldom as possible, and it
is left to those members who prefer to see what the world is doing, to make
the journey. Many of us avoid outside forays wherever possible." He paused
then, thinking again, a wistful look in his eyes. "Athacaris was one who did
not leave the Keep at all. He and I preferred to stay within the walls. It
was by chance that word came of a barrel of wine awaiting collection in the
village when those would usually go, Volaris and Vianticus, were away
elsewhere.

"We reasoned that it was a simple enough exercise, and with the enthusiasm
born of ignorance, he and I set out to collect the wine. It had been many
years since we had ventured outside. Athacaris  and myself had not left this
place in more than a century! When we strolled into the township things were
quiet enough, but we were unprepared for the modern inventions - one of
these mechanical carriages ..."

"Cars," I interrupted him.

"... yes, one of these 'cars', attacked him; rolled directly over him,
crushing his life away. I could do nothing to save him, nothing to revive
him." Tears were forming in his eyes.

"Arcturis, I'm so sorry," I said with meaning. But he brightened quickly.

"Yet here you are. The Circle is complete again, and I have found in you the
love and honour of the most worthy of slaves," he finished with a benevolent
smile.

"You waited so long for me? What did you say - two decades?" I marvelled at
his patience.

"Twenty-three cycles of the seasons," he said firmly. "But that time passed
much more quickly here, for myself and the Circle, than it did in the
outside world."

I digested that information, and then it occurred to me - "Twenty-three
years? That's how old I am!"

"Indeed, my little slave. Do you not see that the Lord Priapus sees to all
our needs? It was not coincidence which led you to us. I believe firmly that
Athacaris' spirit fled from his ruined body to you, newly born. Your entire
life outside was a journey, bringing you to us, to re-take your place in the
Circle."

Scepticism was my first reaction, but I said nothing. After all I had seen,
and heard, and experienced, in the last days and weeks, it was quite
possible that he was right. Who was I to argue?

Silence descended upon us again, alone together in our sanctuary. I lay on
my belly, between my Master's widespread legs, looking up at him in
satisfied happiness. The straps of his harness criss-crossed his chest above
me and the glimmer of his piercings flickered in my eyes, almost at level
with his long but somnolent cock. On an impulse I leaned forward and suckled
his flaccidity into my mouth, tasting him and rolling his softened tube
around my tongue. I looked up again at him and he smiled as I surrendered my
prize.

"We should convene the Circle," he said seriously. "Ursus needs to be
brought to account for what he has done."

I grinned back at my man. "Of course," I said. "But do we have to do it
right now? I feel very much recovered after our rest and our talk." As I
spoke, I dragged a fingernail along the shaft of his penis, stopping when I
reached his PA, and pulling gently at the ring of silver through his
cockhead. He made no reply, but the quickly lengthening meat between his
legs told me all I wanted to hear.

"You know, Arcturis," I hissed, checking to see that he was paying attention
since his mouth seemed to be otherwise engaged on my nipples. "Apart from
being upset by Ursus, the rest of our 'session' with the others was really
exciting ..."

"But ?" he said softly, sensing my hesitation.

"But ..." I went on, " ... I much prefer it when it is just the two of us."

"Did you feel uncomfortable, then; sharing in physical pleasure with the
others?' he asked, now concerned.

"No, not really. It was hot, and I wouldn't mind repeating it, but it didn't
have the same intensity, the same sense of love and belonging, that I feel
when I am sharing with you only. With the others involved in was incredibly
arousing, but it was just a jumble of cocks and arses, bodies on bodies.
With you and I alone, there is so much more, a deepness, a real joining of
body and mind, which makes it so much better."

He smiled at me. "Of course it is! We are meant to be as one. If you wish to
forego the sharing with others, then we shall do so. I would be most
honoured and satisfied to enjoy only you, and not to have others involved,
if you so wish."

I thought for a moment. "Arcturis, I am not saying that I would never want
to have physical sex with the other members of the Circle. But I would like
it to be the exception rather than the rule. Maybe it's part of my social
conditioning - these days being gay is becoming more acceptable, but with
that acceptance comes a responsibility, and a freedom. The responsibility
and freedom combined of being able to commit to one other person, and to
stay faithful to that one man."

Now it was his turn for thought. "I see that the outside world has changed
much in recent years," he said softly. "We should talk more about this with
the others. It gladdens me to know that such acceptance, and such fidelity
between lovers is becoming widespread."

I think he would have gone on, but I silenced him once more with a kiss on
his lips before sliding myself backwards, keeping my eyes locked on his,
until my face was at his feet. I slowly licked my own lips, and then began
to run my tongue over his boots. His eyes sparkled and his cock sprang to
attention as I felt the familiar, welcome tingling in my body and tasted the
hide of his chaps.


... to be continued ...


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!