Date: Thu, 23 Sep 2004 11:23:36 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dark Stone - chapter 7

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Chapter 7

I had no idea whether the time that had passed since our interlude in the
dungeon room with the other members of the Circle was an hour, a day or a
week. I do know that Arcturis and I shared yet another amazing and erotic
coupling in which I played very much the slave boy role, licking his boots
and prostrating myself before him while he dominated my very being with his
body, towering over me before enveloping my frame in his arms and legs, and
spearing his long, rigid manhood into my bowel, filling me with pleasure and
with himself.

We had collapsed together, he still inside me, and rested until I felt the
strength return to my limbs, the exhaustion of our union gradually overcome.
With the most satisfying of slippery squelches, he withdrew from me, and
lifted me to him so that we stood face to face, and kissed deeply.

"It is time to form the Circle," he said softly. "Ursus must be examined,
and brought to account."

"But can't we just forget it, pretend nothing happened?" I agonised. "I
don't want to be the cause of any problems, I don't want to be the one who
breaks the Circle again."

"You are not the cause of the problem, my Australis," he answered kindly.
"Ursus has acted wrongly, and in doing so has betrayed not only you and I,
but himself and Unctius, and the whole Circle. His actions must be addressed
and righted, one way or another, or the Circle will lose its strength."

Slowly, reluctantly, I nodded my understanding and acceptance. What he said
made sense, although I dreaded having to re-live the experience in front of
the other members. I still felt like the new-comer, and as such was sure
they would lay the blame at my feet.

Arcturis' voice sounded in my mind now. 'Join with me, my slave,' came his
thoughts, 'Let us summon the brotherhood and the Lord Priapus Himself.'

At his command, I emptied my mind and surrendered to him, joining my body
and soul to his. My Master took control, and I felt the wordless message he
projected, a powerful need for the Circle to come together, to call upon the
One Master for his guidance and judgment. And just as wordlessly, an answer
came - the Circle would convene at once, and the Lord Priapus would hear its
call. Arcturis touched my shoulder, bringing me back to our physical
reality, and silently guided me from our private sanctuary into a long
corridor.

We walked together some distance, before he stopped at a tiny alcove, and
reached into the darkness, handing me a long, shining cloak. Made of the
softest black leather, it fell from my shoulders to the floor. An over-sized
hood was attached to the shoulders which, when pulled over my head, hung in
folds of darkness around my face to hide my features completely. As Arcturis
donned an identical robe, I recognised these as the garments worn by the
members of the Circle at the beginning of my initiation ritual. Completing
the memory of that night, I found myself handed a white candle, and noticed
that Arcturis now held a similar candle but of black wax, both of them
shaped into the likenesses of intricately detailed penises.

Moving again, Arcturis ushered me along the same corridor until we reached a
place where it split in two.

"Go into the left passage, my slave," he said softly. "Follow the other
slaves. Since we have called this meeting, you shall be the last to enter
the temple. Stand at the back, directly in front of the ceremonial stone,
and wait. I shall join you soon enough."

Doing as he said, I made my way into the room, and found most of the other
slaves already waiting. Within seconds another body entered, and there were
twelve of us. Immediately, the others began to chant softly, and I heard and
understood the words this time - a ritualised plea to the Lord Priapus to
honour us with His presence, and to bestow upon us His wisdom and His
guidance. I joined in the murmuring prayer, waiting as instructed until all
of the others had exited the room into a hallway at the opposite end from
where I had entered, then following them, carrying the lighted taper in my
hands, shuffling along in my full leather wear, encloaked by the long black
robe of hide.

As we entered the enormous, circular room, the slave immediately preceeding
me veered to his left and moved to stand alongside the others. I moved
right, and stepped slowly and nervously along to the vacant place awaiting
me at the point directly in front of the flat, dark stone that was the
centre of the room. When I reached my station, our chanting stopped for a
moment. I dared not look around, or even move, but strained my eyes as best
of could within the confines of the hood to see what was happening.

The chanting began again, but not from us. This time the Masters were
humming the strange words of praise and pleas to Lord Priapus. And as
before, they entered the chamber in a long line, moving alternately left or
right to stand behind their slaves. Arcturis was the last to enter, and he
came to stand behind me. I could not see him, but I felt his presence, and
his reassurance in my mind as I stood there with a sense of foreboding and
apprehension.

The Circle was complete - twenty-four robed and hooded figures in shimmering
polished leather stood in formation around the smooth dark stone. Twelve
masters holding their black candles, and twelve slaves, myself included,
before them. Silence descended again as we stood and waited. I did not know
what I was expecting, only that I was expecting something to happen. And it
did!

Slowly at first, then with increasing intensity, a glowing light appeared on
the central stone. Green in tinge, but a deep, dark bluish green it was, and
it did not come from the stone, but grew and twisted above it, gradually
forming into a shape. 'The giant penis' was my first thought, remembering my
joining ceremony, but not this time. This time the shape which formed was
that of a man, and what a man he was! Larger than life, standing almost 8
feet tall, his shoulders were impossibly wide, his arms muscled and
powerful. His torso narrowed to the tiniest 'V' shape which topped the
inverted 'V' of his widespread legs, veritable tree-trunks of rippling sinew
which met at his groin. And at his groin a penis - the longest, thickest
penis I had ever seen, fully erect and pointing directly upwards, straining
and throbbing with life, rampant and utterly masculine.

Suddenly I became aware that with the arrival of this apparition, my own
cock had sprung to full erection, and remained that way, so hard it ached.
The very air seemed filled with pure sexuality. Animal lust was surrounding
me, and my body responded with an unspoken need, a desperate craving for the
man who stood and surveyed us all, to take me and own me. I stared at him,
unable to divert my eyes, drinking in his beauty. At first I thought he was
dark of skin, an ebony sheen on his body, and then I saw that he was in fact
dressed in the tightest polished leather, from head to foot, every inch of
his magnificent body was enveloped in the glistening hide.

It appeared as though the leather had been sprayed onto him. There were no
creases, no joins anywhere in the material, and it clung to every curve and
bulge, every ridge and valley, so that he may as well have been naked, for
it hid nothing at all. Moulded somehow to his skin, even his cock and his
gigantic testicles were wrapped in the dark hide so closely that I could see
the veins in his dick, see the rolling motion of his nuts, beneath the slick
blackness. The only gaps in this leather suit were holes for his eyes and
his nipples, which were pierced and erect, and the swollen head of his
penis, red with blood, and sporting an enlarged version of the PA through
his glans that all of us wore. His features - mouth, nose, ears, were
invisible, like a blank space where his face should be. Around the root of
his cock, where it joined his body, a silver cockring was wrapped over the
leather he wore. And over the incredible, body hugging suit were boots,
chaps, a harness and hood, gauntlets and arm bands.

"The Circle of Priapus is formed!" boomed out a voice in my head. It rang
deep within my body, soundless to the physical world, undeniable and full of
power, regal and magnificent. The tone was deep and strong, utterly
masculine yet arousing and alluring all at once. Its owner stood on the slab
of rock, his arms crossed on his huge chest. Without any warning, he flung
his hands wide, and the cloaks we all wore were instantly ripped from us,
billowing into the shadows behind so that all twenty-four members of the
Circle stood in full view. I panicked as I realised my erection would be
revealed, until I saw that every other man in the room was just as hard. Two
dozen penises jutted up and out, pointing toward the figure at the centre of
the Circle, drawn to him, slivers of pre-cum glistening at their tips and
stringing slowly to the floor. I was so aroused I thought I would cum at any
second.

The candle in my hands sputtered out, as did all of the others, and suddenly
I was holding a warm, living penis, silken to the touch and throbbing with
life. I would have dropped it with surprise except that it wriggled of its
own accord and broke free of my grip anyway. Along with the other 23 candles
which had also become glowing phalluses, it hovered in the air just in front
of me, then slowly dropped to melt over my own cock, covering my genitals
with a warm moisture.

For the first time since we had entered the room, I sensed Arcturis' voice
In my head. 'It is for your own protection, my slave,' he said. 'Without the
protection now covering your manhood, you would soon begin a climax that
would continue for as long as you remained in the presence of the Lord
Priapus. Such an experience would certainly drain and exhaust you, and may
even prove harmful. This reduces the attraction to a level where you can
concentrate on the matters at hand.'

I doubted that, since even with the strangely alive coating now wrapped
around my cock and balls, I was still incredibly aroused, but I accepted my
master's advice, and nodded my agreement.

"I heed the call of my loyal men, Masters and slaves all. What is it you
seek of your Lord?" echoed Priapus' voice once again inside me.

"Master Priapus, the One Master, Lord of the Circle," came Arcturis' voice
now. "It is I who have summoned the Circle, it is I who seek your aid."

"To what purpose, Arcturis? The Circle is so newly re-formed with the
induction of your slave Australis. Has he proven untrue already?"

"To the contrary, My Lord. He is all I could ask and more." My heart swelled
as I heard Arcturis form the words. I felt a sudden and almost unbearably
wonderful approval directed at me from Priapus himself.

"Then why do you ask my counsel?" came the deep, beautiful sound again.

"Master, I have grave tidings. I regret most truly that I must accuse one of
my brethren of attempting to interfere with the bonding between Australis
and myself."

I could almost hear the shock which rippled through the gathered members,
slaves and Masters both. Suddenly I knew where Ursus and Unctius were -
three places to my left. From that direction I sensed panic and dread, as
well as ... what was that? Sorrow? Pleading?"

"Go on, Arcturis," commanded Priapus again, drawing my attention back to
him.

"My Lord, on behalf of my slave, I charge the Master Ursus with attempting
to usurp my place, with trying to take my slave for his own, not in physical
congress which would have been excusable, but by way of direct
communication."

"Indeed, this charge is serious. Arcturis, do you grant me access to your
slave's mind?"

Quickly, my Master's voice sounded in my head, and I knew somehow it was for
me alone now. "Australis, do not be afraid, open your mind to the Lord. He
shall return you to me when He has examined your thoughts."

"Okay," I answered mentally.

"I offer you my most precious possession, my slave Australis, Lord,"
Arcturis said, and I could sense it was with difficulty that he uttered the
words.

"He shall be treated gently, and returned unharmed," assured Priapus.
"Australis, give me your thoughts!"

I nodded dumbly, staring at the figure who dominated the chamber so
completely. I felt His presence within my mind, but this time I was not
afraid. I followed Him as He discovered and revived my memories, re-living
them with me, feeling what I felt as Ursus made his demands upon me. Soon,
it was finished. I felt both tired and relieved as I heard Him speak again.
"Australis, I return you to the care of Arcturis. I find your claims proven
and your thoughts true. Reclaim your place at the side of your Master, and
fear not."

And Arcturis was there again. "How are you, my Australis?" he asked with
concern.

"Okay, my Master," I responded, assuring him as best I could.

The Lord Priapus turned slowly from myself and Arcturis, swivelling all the
way around the Circle and continuing on again until he faced Ursus and
Unctius. Once again, his voice filled my senses.

"Ursus, what say you to the claims made this day?"

With words wrapped in fear and sorrow, Ursus' reply resonated through me,
through all of us. "I accept them as true and complete, My Lord. I can offer
no excuse for my actions, nor explanation but a moment of insanity. I ask
forgiveness of Arcturis, Australis, Unctius and all the Circle. I await my
punishment."

"Will you give me your thoughts?" asked Priapus in a stern tone.

"I will, my Lord."

For a long moment, Ursus and Priapus stood facing each other. I could swear
a line of glowing light joined them as the rest of the Circle waited, the
anticipation palpable, the hope and fear easily felt by all.

Finally, Priapus straightened again, while Ursus suddenly bowed forward,
still standing but unsteady and weak.

"Ursus," came the voice of Priapus once again, and although it was still
powerful and resonant, the tone was that of a guiding father instead of a
vengeful master. "I do not seek your consent, but I open to the Circle your
thoughts in this matter!"

With that, a projection of emotions and images came to my head. I sensed
that all of us saw the same thing - it was like being inside Ursus' own mind
and re-living the events from his point of view. I felt an intense,
overwhelming lust combined with a need to be part of something new,
something re-born. I saw myself, being fucked by Arcturis, as Ursus had seen
us, and more. I saw in myself the embodiment of completion, of renewal and I
felt a deep, powerful yearning to own that newness, to control and direct
it. I saw myself being drawn towards Ursus by a strength of will and desire,
then suddenly felt the rejection, and the agony of realisation that what was
happening was wrong. I felt Ursus' crushing sense of betrayal and sorrow,
and the panic that he would be cast out of the brotherhood, banished from
the Circle and denied the wonders of life with his slave and with the Lord
Priapus.

The images faded, and Priapus spoke again. "Ursus, you have betrayed your
own slave Unctius. You have assailed the bond which joins Arcturis and
Australis, and you have denied the vows you made to the Circle and to
myself. You have perpetrated a mighty wrong upon all here present!" He
stopped, and I felt a mellowing, a sense of sorrow and forgiveness. Once
again his voice filled my mind.

"I have examined your thoughts, and found that you acted badly, but that you
have repented. I know that, deep within, you are still devoted to your
slave, and eager to prove yourself worthy to remain a member of the Circle.
As your Lord and centre, I decree that you shall not be cast aside, but your
actions shall be carefully monitored, and any repetition of this madness
shall be punished with vehemence." He turned his attention from Ursus back
to myself and my Master.

"Arcturis and Australis, unto you has the greatest wrong been done. I call
upon you to name the punishment to be visited upon Ursus."

Arcturis reached forward, and placed his hand on my shoulder, squeezing
firmly. "It is Australis, my slave, to whom the crime was directed. To him
shall fall the burden of such decision."

I gasped a little, marshalling my thoughts. I recalled vividly the pain and
anguish of Ursus mind as he realised what he had done. I looked across to my
left, to where Ursus stood, his head still bowed, Unctius standing before
him, offering unspoken support and continuing devotion to his fallen and
disgraced Master. Summoning what courage I had, I projected my thoughts,
hearing my words echo in the minds of those around me.

"Master Ursus has already suffered immensely. His sorrow and his repentance
were obvious when the Lord Priapus opened his soul to all of us. I can offer
no punishment greater than that which he has already inflicted upon himself.
Any further sanctions would, as far as I can tell, punish not only Ursus,
but Unctius as well. And it seems to me that Unctius has also been hurt and
betrayed by his own Master. If any one here should decide Ursus' fate, I
believe Unctius is the one."

Arcturis' hand on my shoulder gripped again, and I felt an intense pride and
approval emanate from him, directed at me. It made me feel so much better.

"Australis, I commend your thoughts, and declare to the Circle that you may
be the newest member, but you exhibit a maturity and wisdom beyond measure.
Long may you enjoy your life with us here, and be held in the highest honour
by master and slave alike, as all shall know that your Lord Priapus himself
honours you." A glow enveloped me as he went on.

"Unctius, Australis has expressed my own thoughts. You have been denied the
loyalty and duty owed to you by your master. What say you to his deeds and
his future?"

Unctius hesitated, and began slowly to answer, nervous and uncertain. "I can
tell you, my Lord, and all of the Circle, only what is in my heart. My vows
of fealty and devotion to my Master Ursus remain locked in my soul. Master
Ursus has never acted toward me in any way other than that which I crave -
domination for my submission; command for my obedience; powerful lust for my
physical yearnings; and love for my love. I understand that my Master has
acted wrongly to Australis and Arcturis, to the Circle and to you, my Lord,
but if I have the decision, then I excuse him and I offer to him once again,
my devotion, my obedience and my love."

Ursus had straightened as Unctius' words were uttered, and I could see a
pride and a love in his face as he regarded the form of his slave, standing
only a few feet in front of him. Priapus looked once again at the errant
Master.

"Ursus, I say to you that you are honoured and blessed with fortune this
day. Arcturis and Australis have accepted your sorrow. Unctius has renewed
his vows to you despite your treatment of him. And I see deep within you
hope and promise for the future. You shall bear no further sanction at this
time. I declare the Circle complete yet, and strong as always. But let this
be a lesson to all - this Circle is only as strong as its weakest link.
Together we may all prosper and continue, but divided we should fail and
yield. Take my pride and my honour with you all, especially Australis, for
he has this day earned himself a special place in my heart!"

With that, the towering form that was Priapus slowly dissolved into so many
atoms that glowed with an inner light briefly, then swirled around each
other and disappeared into the unseen darkness high above us. Suddenly, my
body was released, and the sheath covering my genitals removed. I felt
Arcturis' hand once more at my shoulder and I turned to him, elated yet
exhausted.

"You honour the Lord Priapus, and you honour me," he said with intensity.
"Come my slave, and let us rest before we rejoin the others at feasting."

Together we walked slowly but proudly from the chamber, many eyes following
us, as I melted against the touch of Arcturis' hand at my back, exhibiting
his ownership of me. I felt jubilation tinged with sadness for Unctius, and
hope that the Circle would continue unscathed.

****
Over the following weeks I immersed myself in the bliss of being with my
Master. The more I offered him of myself, the greater my pleasure. I found
myself eager to please him, and thrilled to play the willing slave to his
powerful and dominant mastery. The days raced by without measure and without
count as we grew into a true couple, joined in every way, body and soul,
heart and mind. Time meant nothing in this place, there seemed no way to
judge its passage, and no reason to. Life within these walls seemed to
consist of an endless cycle of pleasure - incredible sex interspersed with
bouts of eating and drinking, and punctuated by periods of rest and
recuperation which themselves were enjoyable to say the least. It was
hedonism at its best, and with Arcturis always by my side, I revelled in it.
True to his word, and in deference to my feelings, we did not join with any
others of the Circle for group sexual exploits, but I felt no yearning for
that kind of diversion. Arcturis was more than enough man to satisfy me, and
he did, constantly.

We were treated no less cordially by the others, mixing with them often for
food and wine. Ursus and Unctius were there of course, yet despite some
initial caution on my part, and perhaps a little restraint on his, they
seemed to have gotten over any difficulties, and I followed the lead of
Arcturis and the others, acting as though nothing had happened. In time, all
the suspicion was relegated to the past, and the Circle went on. If
anything, it seemed strengthened by the events of that day, and I found
myself often consulted on my views of the world outside. Priapus' comments
had cast me in a very favourable light amongst the brethren.

To my surprise, it was not the advances in technology, nor the gains in
medicine and science, which held the most fascination for these men, many of
whom had been here for centuries. Their greatest curiosity seemed to be
about the changing attitudes of the world outside in relation to
homosexuality. And my own education grew as I learned just how those same
general attitudes had varied through the millennia. Linguaris and Leviathis
were the original couple who had begun what was to become the Circle. They
came from Roman times, when men living and loving together, whilst not
actually approved of, was accepted and relatively open. The world of their
youth, so far removed from mine in time and development, was probably
closest to me in terms of understanding of gay men. Others had known worse
times - Democratis, who was the newest member of the Circle after myself,
had come from Victorian England, when homosexual men were ostracized and
hunted down by the authorities, to be imprisoned for as long as murderers;
and my own Master Arcturis had escaped the horrors of the Spanish
Inquisition when the merest suggestion of one man having feelings for
another could result in both of them being burned alive.

I had never been particularly political, but I tried my best to answer their
questions honestly. They found it amusing that at the beginning of the
twenty-first century we had a new meaning for the word 'gay', and truly
amazing that in many parts of the world gay men had found not only
acceptance but protection at law. I hurried to point out that there were
still many people who despised gays, who considered us perverted or evil,
but also assured them that in the more enlightened places, acceptance and
tolerance were growing. I recalled that in my own country, gay men had equal
legal status to heterosexual couples when it came to property rights and
death benefits, and that there were moves afoot to allow us to marry. This
caused more than a little excitement and incredulity amongst many of them,
although all expressed their pleasure at the changes taking place.

Of course, they were also interested in the way life outside had changed for
the rest of mankind as well, and marvelled at my description of travelling
by air, and at my attempted explanation of computers and the internet. Yet
for all their amazement and curiosity, I felt certain that they did not
appreciate just how small the world was becoming. Why should they? They were
happy as they had been for centuries, and there was no reason to change.

Arcturis smiled at me with pride whenever I became the centre of one of
these discussions, and I glowed at the satisfaction of having pleased him.
We were never separated, and that was the way I wanted things to be. He may
have been my 'Master', and I his slave, but I was so much in love with him,
and my love grew stronger every day, and I knew that he felt the same.

Yet these same conversations about the world outside had started me
thinking. I had no regrets at my decision to accept the offer and to become
a member of the Circle, but I occasionally thought about the life I had left
behind. Despite the way my parents had treated and rejected me, I wondered
what had been their reaction when I disappeared, or if they even knew. I
tried to imagine what my life would have been like if I had never come to
this place, and from time to time I asked myself if I could have actually
made something of myself in the 'real' world, as I still considered it.

I certainly didn't dwell on the possibilities for too long. Arcturis kept my
attention very much focussed on other delights, other pleasures which I
would have, in that nearly forgotten past, considered kinky or perverted,
but now found so arousing and erotic. If I did take the time to reflect on
my changed opinions, I knew only wonder that the act of submitting so
completely, of surrendering myself entirely to another man, could bring such
intense emotions and incredible bliss. And Arcturis knew how I felt, and how
much I wanted him. His domination of me was a powerful aphrodisiac for both
of us, and I in turn knew just how amazingly excited and aroused my Master
became when he took possession of my entire being, and used me for our
mutual satisfaction and joy.

Not long after the trial of Ursus - at least I don't think it was long; time
has such little meaning within the Circle of Priapus - Arcturis and I found
ourselves in one of the numerous dungeons within the castle which was well
equipped with a variety of 'toys'. My body was still tingling, my pulse only
just slowing after a boisterous and sweaty fucking, and Arcturis' cock
remained hard and buried within my bowel as I lay back into the sling where
he had thrown me and ravaged me. As was now the norm, my own prick retained
its erection, throbbing and steely, as I smiled up at my man and weakly
clenched my gut around his sword. In answer, he leaned over and into me,
driving himself deeper into my body and pressing down onto me before
planting a lingering and suggestive kiss on my mouth.

I responded in kind, kissing him back and beginning to suck against his
probing tongue, when he suddenly pulled away from me, lifting his face and
looking into my eyes. I am sure the disappointment I felt was evident, and I
saw the hint of a smile on his lips. I lifted my head away from its resting
place on the floating platform of black leather, but he simply moved back
further, denying me the joinder of our mouths which I sought. His hands were
on my upper arms, his strength holding me down in the sling, and I could do
nothing more to attempt to renew our kiss. Resigning myself to the happy
alternative of feasting my eyes on his magnificent body, I lay back again,
relaxed and open to whatever he may choose to do with me.

"You truly enjoy the pleasure of surrendering to me, do you not, my
Australis?" he whispered.

"Oh yes," I answered contentedly. "I've discovered the ultimate bliss -
complete submission. I love it when you exert your domination, when you use
and control me!"

"The perhaps a little more control is called for..."

I looked at him with curiosity. There was no apprehension, no fear. I knew
that he would do nothing to harm me, and that whatever he had in mind could
only result in even greater stimulation.

A mischievous grin flitted across the lower, uncovered, half of his face,
and suddenly we were transporting ourselves. I was always amazed at how he,
or we, could do this, but I had long ceased to ask about it. He was still
inside me, both of us still fully erect, but instead of being in the sling I
found myself wrapped around him as he backed me up to a large cross near one
wall. This piece of 'equipment' was in the shape of an 'X', a little larger
than my body, and covered in dark hide, with straps near the extremities.
Arcturis slowly withdrew his penis from my body, and stood me up against the
cross, nudging my feet apart until they were aligned with the lower half of
the X. Where the crossed timbers joined they pressed against the small of my
back, but my arse was clear of any obstruction, open to the draught of air
circulating through the room. Kneeling in front of me, he buckled the straps
attached to the bottoms of the timber around my ankles, securing them firmly
so I could not move my feet, and my legs were held widely spread but not so
as to be too uncomfortable to bear.

Standing slowly then, Arcturis moved in close to press his body against my
own, and slid his hands from my torso up toward my shoulders, sending
shivers through me as he did. His fingers pushed my arms upwards and as he
continued to slide his hands along each arm, he lifted my arms and pushed
them back and against the upper arms of the cross against which I stood.
When he reached my wrists, he slowly pulled the wide leather bands fixed to
the X around each one in turn, fastening the restraints so that my arms were
held in place, up and out, pushing my chest and body forward and leaving me
unable to move.

I felt strange in this position. I struggled half-heartedly, knowing it was
pointless to attempt to move. I was defenceless and open, bared to him like
never before. I was a little uncomfortable, but not particularly so, and
despite my arms and legs being bound in place, I felt a growing excitement
and the beginnings of a new arousal. My cock responded, quickly lengthening
as Arcturis stood back to admire his handiwork. A tingling swept through my
nerves as I stood there, helpless and restrained, clad in chaps and harness
and hood, and staring at the ultimate masculinity of my Master, only a few
feet away, his booted feet spread wide, his legs shining and black inside
his chaps, his chest and abdomen enveloped in the studded harness and his
head hooded in gleaming leather. Silver flashes reflected at me from the
rings in his nipples and his cock, and that same cock grew quickly to its
full and beautiful extension, long and thick and hard as steel, pointing at
me and leaking a viscous drool of pre-cum.

"Arcturis," I hissed. "I'm yours! Do whatever you want with me, but do it
soon."

He calmly crossed his arms on his chest, and stared directly into my face.
"If you want me, you must ask," he said in a low voice filled with the
promise of power.

The menace and the hope he held out to me excited me even more. "Please,
Arcturis, I need you. I want you to use me, to play with me. Please!"

"Beg me, slave," he commanded. "Let me here the desperation in your voice!"

I was now so aroused I had to stifle a groan in my throat as I spoke again.
"Master Arcturis, please? I need you so badly. I beg you to use me, to take
me. Please, Sir, use your slave for your pleasure."

"I think you need something else," he said almost as an aside. "Let's see
what I can find ..." With that, he stepped to one side. To my left and out my
line of sight, were some shelves bearing a variety of toys and sex aids. I
heard him picking at something before he moved back to where I could clearly
see him again.

With a leery grin full of lust, he came close to me, holding something in
his hands. I looked down to see him fixing a small hook through the ring in
my left nipple. He let it go and I found that the hook was attached to a
weight which swung down, pulling my nub with it. It wasn't heavy enough to
be painful, but it certainly sent shivers through me, filling me with
excited arousal as it pulled against the dark fleshy erection on my chest.
He did the same with my right side, and suddenly both of my nipples were
being pulled and dragged, the slightest movement of my body emphasising the
swinging weight and shooting spears of pleasurable sensation into my chest.

"Oh yes, Sir," I uttered between gasps. "Use me, please Master!"

"Better!" Arcturis replied. "But I am not finished with you yet."

He then knelt in front of me again, and I felt him grip my scrotum, pulling
my testicles away from my body. A snap sounded out, and I felt the pressure
of a ball parachute - a cone of black leather - fit into place around the
skin where my sack was attached to the base of my cock. As Arcturis lowered
his hand away, the weights fastened to the leather parachute dangled down
and pulled at my nuts, exerting a constant pressure which was both slightly
uncomfortable and very exciting. Again, with the slightest of movement the
weights would swing around and drag at my man-eggs, sending messages of
pleasure and erotic ache into my groin.

Without waiting for me to respond again, Arcturis found yet another
plaything on the hidden shelves, and quickly brought it to my attention.
This time, a length of silver chain was in his hands, each end of the chain
finished with a metal clip. My Master slipped one end easily through the 'D'
ring in the collar around my neck, and let it fall for a moment so that the
cool metal rubbed across my chest as it swayed from side to side. Then he
caught the other end with one hand, grabbing my prick with the other.
Carefully and intentionally, he clipped the free end of the chain onto the
ring piercing my cockhead. It was a tight fit, the metal lead only just long
enough to reach from my neck to my dick, and if I threw my head back, the
steel pulled hard at my penis, drawing it straight up and against the skin
of my lower abdomen. Once more, I became aware of an incredible array of new
sensations filling my very manhood with every movement.

By this point my entire body was trembling with excitement, and the
trembling did nothing but increase the arousal I felt. The eroticism of my
situation, bound to the giant X, weights fixed to my balls and tits, a steel
lead connecting my cock to my neck, was almost too much to bear. "Please,
Master Arcturis, I'm begging you," I called out in a hoarse plea. "Use me
now, take me now, Sir!"

He laughed a deep, guttural chuckle, as he stood back to torment me even
further. Yet the rampant erection dribbling clear fluid at his groin
evidenced just how much he too was excited by this. Another shuffling and
another toy appeared. A string of black, rubber coated balls, each one about
5 centimetres in diameter, was held up to my face. There were six spheres,
each connected to the other by string of some kind, the whole thing encased
in dark latex. Without a word, Arcturis simply held them up to my face, and
slowly caressed them with his hand. As he did a coating of viscous liquid
appeared on them, a gelatinous lubricant which made them glisten in the dim
lighting, slippery and swinging from his hands.

I knew what they were, and I knew what he intended to do with them, and that
knowledge caused even more excitement to course through me. My Master moved
behind me, into the narrow space between the cross and the wall, and despite
my expecting it, I jumped when I felt his fingers on the rounded cheeks of
my arse. Arcturis carefully but firmly pulled my melons apart, and slid the
cool, slimy balls along the crack of my bum, until I felt the first rounded
hardness against my puckering hole. As I relaxed myself, he pressed the
solid black ball against my entrance, wriggling it gently until my body
opened and accepted it before closing quickly around the connecting string.
My man allowed me a short time to become accustomed to the intrusion, before
the second dark sphere was also pushed into me. The others followed in
steady succession as I felt my bowel fill, until all six were inside me,
only the trailing end of the latex covered twine dangling from my ring. Yet
another weight appeared, and Arcturis attached it to the end of the rope
hanging from my body, both preventing the whole apparatus from disappearing
into me, and pulling the balls down inside my gut. More waves of sensation
swept over me, while he slowly massaged my belly so that the balls inside me
jiggled around, occasionally rubbing against my prostate, and working their
way into my bowel.

A wordless exclamation of satisfied fulfillment escaped me, as my Master
returned to stand where he could examine me from the front once more. I was
bound and tied, weighted and stuffed, and still I wanted more!

"Please Sir!" I hissed, nothing but a whisper now coming from me. "Use me!
Own me! Take me, Master Arcturis!"

"Do you want to surrender to me completely? Relinquish all control to me?"
he asked, his voice low, and full of lust.

"Yes, Sir! I already have Sir," I pleaded.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely certain, Master. With every fibre of my being, Sir!"

At that he nodded approvingly, and from behind his back produced what
appeared to be a strip of leather, polished on one side, smooth but dull and
textured on the other. He advanced on me and held the thing up for my
inspection, until I recognised it for what it was - a blindfold. Placing it
so that the cushioned side was against my skin, with the polished front
facing outward, he tied it firmly and carefully behind my head, covering the
eyeholes in my hood so that I was completely blinded.

With my sight blocked, my other senses came alive. I could hear him moving
around before me, the crunch of his boots on the floor, the squeak of
leather against leather on both our bodies. I could feel the padding of the
cross and the bindings around my legs and arms. The aroma of pure, sweaty
masculine lust assailed my nostrils as his musky frame hovered near me, and
on my tongue was the taste of anticipation and need.

"Now what do you say, slave?" he asked, his mouth so close to my ear that I
jumped with surprise.

"Please, Sir," I whispered. "I beg you to own me!"

More movement, as I heard him back away and then approach again. I felt so
exposed, so vulnerable, and at the same time so aroused. Suddenly, something
cool and solid brushed my chest, jabbing at the weight suspended from my
right nipple. A sigh escaped me, and then the thing was dragged slowly,
tantalisingly across my stomach before being raised to my jaw. I
instinctively stuck my tongue out, and Arcturis slid the item past it. It
was long, about 30 centimetres, and shaped like a tube, like a ... cock! A
dildo, I realised.

"Yes please, Sir," I exclaimed, "Use that on me. Shove that fake cock into
me, Master, please."

He was so close to me now I could feel the heated air of his breathing
against my face. He held the artificial prong against my skin and moved it
about, and I could feel the slipperiness of its coating of lube. Slowly,
teasingly, he lowered it across my abdomen, drawing it along the length of
my engorged penis then over my aching balls, pulled down as they were by the
leather parachute and weights strung from them. His hands were on my butt,
his fingers gripping at me and pulling my arse wide, and then the head of
the toy was against me, nudging at the string hanging from my hole and still
attached to the balls which filled my cavity.

Slowly but irresistibly, Arcturis pressed the solid, unyielding dildo into
me. It broke through my sphincter with an almost audible 'pop', before
sliding up into my gut and snaking its way between the jiggling spheres of
rubber which hampered its progress. As the balls made way, massaging my
innards, my Master continued to press the length of the dildo into me,
further and higher, slowly but continually, until the full length of the
thing was lodged in my body, held in place by the mass of the balls, the
combination of them sending my nerves racing as my body was filled. I shook,
and with each tremble the weights on my nipples and testicles swayed, adding
to the overload of sensations, while my cock was pulled and stimulated by
the motion of my head dragging at the connecting chain.

"Now THAT!" said Arcturis' voice, inside my head this time, "Is what a slave
should truly look like!"

I could sense the intensity of his approval, and his arousal within my mind
as he shared his emotions with me. The overwhelming power of him, and the
strength of his feelings for me, combined with the lust he and I generated,
was almost too much. I felt an orgasm approaching at speed, and tried to
empty my thoughts, to stave off the inevitable. Arcturis also sensed it, and
for a few moments he projected a calmness, a relaxation into me, until my
body could ease back from the brink, to allow us to continue our erotic
game.

The sound of shuffling as his boots padded against the floor and his
leathers squealed in reply, and I felt him now behind me. He gripped the
dildo with one hand, twisting it inside me and pulling a little before
shoving it back up again. His other hand reached through the side of the X
and began to play with my body, flicking at my aching nipples, teasing my
balls or tracing slowly along my cock. I was in agonising ecstasy, thrills
pulsing through me like electric current, as he played with me mercilessly,
and I stood there defenceless but aroused beyond measure. Now he pumped the
long tube of the dildo in and out of my arse, the toy riding through my hole
and jabbing at the balls filling me so completely. My entire body, inside
and out, was alive and my senses screamed with passionate arousal as I
shuddered, unable to register all of the sensations assaulting my body at
once.

Just when I thought I could take no more, could imagine no greater
stimulation, Arcturis wrenched the long tube of rubber from me, and replaced
it with his own cock, slamming his thick pole into me like a searing, steel
hard rod of iron, pounding himself up and into my arse and forcing the anal
balls around within my ravaged chute. There was no gentleness, no tender
joining. We were both far too aroused for anything but ruthless, thundering
fucking as he speared himself into me over and over again. My balls ached,
my nipples felt like they were being torn from my chest. My cock screamed in
sensory overload as my Master humped at my body with abandon. Nothing but
ultimate, animalistic masculinity filled the room as he joined with me,
driving his throbbing rod into me with all his strength, fucking me with
forceful strokes which quickly led both of us to a point of no return.

As I crashed over the edge, my body wracked with spasms of release, I felt
my man exploding inside of me, flooding my already crowded body with his
essence and lunging upwards to drive himself even further into me. A
fountain of cum erupted from my cock, spraying out into the unseen dimness
in front of me as Arcturis filled me with his seed, and a thousand
explosions went off inside my head. I lost connection with my body, my mind
soaring into space, and my Master was there with me, lost in absolute
ecstasy as we joined completely, body and mind, our physical selves unable
to contain the totality of our experience.

Some indeterminate time later, I found myself slowly coming around again.
The weights were gone from my chest and nuts, the balls lying innocently
beside us. The cross against which I had been restrained towered above me as
a reminder of what had happened, but I was sitting contentedly in Arcturis'
lap, his proud and mighty masculinity still buried in my bowel, my prick
dribbling the last of my juices, still hard and throbbing, but sated.

"Holy fuck! Thank you!" I said to my man, leaning into him and kissing him.

"It is I who must offer thanks to you, my wonderful Australis," he said,
marvel in his voice. "You are an inspiration and a joy. I could never have
asked for the totality of your submission in such a way as you have freely
offered. I am bound to you forever, my slave."

I grinned stupidly at him, wrapping my arms around him and feeling so
incredibly fulfilled. Slowly, he withdrew his might prick from me, and we
lay alongside each other, face to face. He trailed a finger lazily over my
body, and I absently thought of just how much I had changed, just how
differently I felt about the submission of myself to a dominant man, the
epitome of perfection.

Arcturis must have read my thoughts, and I heard his voice, distant and
soft, interrupting my musings.

"Are you not convinced now that I was correct, when I told you that you were
fated to serve me, to submit to my domination for our mutual joy?" he asked.

"Yes ..." I answered slowly. "I guess I just wonder sometimes, about what my
life would have been like if I had never found you."

"But you would always have found me," he said, surprised. "It was decreed by
the Lord Priapus that we should be as one. He led you to me. You had no
choice - it was the purpose of your being."

"Mmm, maybe," I answered, still unconvinced. "But what about the world I
left behind? I just wonder what is happening back home. Sometimes I feel as
though I have left the real world behind, and that this is all just a
dream."

"And what is wrong with leaving behind such a place?" he asked. "Would you
wish to stay in a life where you are an outcast, denied the right to enjoy
true pleasure?"

"It's not as bad as that nowadays," I responded. "And I'm not saying I don't
want to be here. Being with you is the most wonderful, incredible thing,
something I would never want to give up. But occasionally I feel a need to
find out what has happened, what my life might have been like if I had not
come to you. I'm sorry, Arcturis, I don't mean to sound disloyal, or
ungrateful, but I can't help these feelings when they come to me."

He reached for me, taking my chin in his hand. "I understand my little one,"
he said soothingly. "Perhaps the world has changed so much that complete
isolation from it for such as us is no longer as desirable as it once was. I
will not lie to you that I am unconcerned that you should have such
feelings, but I can only hope that my love for you will help overcome them,
that you would wish to stay with me."

"Of course I do, my Master," I hurried to assure him. "It is only when I
reflect on how wonderful I feel to be your slave, to be totally dominated by
you, that I wonder what I would have been like if I had not accepted your
offer, if I had continued to try to live without the realisation of my
deepest yearnings and wants."

He looked at me carefully, his eyes boring into my soul. "You know that what
I told you long ago holds true," he said reluctantly. "You are free to leave
at anytime should you so desire."

My hesitation in replying must have shaken him, for he held me tightly as I
thought on what he had said. When he spoke again, it was with an uncertainty
and almost a fear that I had never known in him before.

"Australis, I am worried about your peace of mind with this issue. May I
join my mind with yours now, to explore your feelings?"

"Of course you can, you are my Master," I said quickly.

"Yes, but this is not about sex, this is about your memories and your
connection to the outside world. Are you sure?"

"Yes, Arcturis, my love, I am sure!"

Emptying my thoughts of all but the memories and emotions of my past, as he
instructed me to do, I closed me eyes and waited. I could sense him, not
just physically beside me, but his mind in mine, his thoughts alongside my
own. A short time later, he pulled me to himself, wrapping his arms around
me tightly and hugging me.

"My darling Australis," he said in an agonised whisper. "I had no idea you
still felt so connected to the outside." There were tears in his eyes, and a
sad, aching ring to his voice. "I fear that the only way to resolve this is
for you to travel from this place, to return to your homeland, and to see
for yourself that it is not for you any longer."

"But I can't!" I exploded. "I can't leave here, I don't want to leave you! I
love you, I belong to you!"

"Yes," he answered softly. "But there is a deep uncertainty in your mind
which must be extinguished or you will eventually become restless and
resentful. The only way for you to be totally at peace with me, is to
journey back and convince yourself that your doubts are unfounded."

"Then you must come with me," I exclaimed. "I cannot go without you, I
cannot imagine being separated from you."

"I could not, my little slave. We have the Circle to think of. It will be
difficult enough if one of us leaves - like a weakened link in the ring. But
for both of us as a dedicated and united couple to depart for so long and at
such a distance would be like an entire link being removed from the chain."
Arcturis stopped, looking at me thoughtfully, his concentration intense.
"No, my slave boy, my darling Australis, you must go alone, at least in
body. But I shall be with you at all times. We are joined in mind and
thought, and I shall always be a part of you, as you shall be of me. I shall
know your joys and your fears, and I shall wait patiently and expectantly
for your return to myself and the Circle."

I looked hard at him, stricken of mind, but knew in my heart he was right.
Yet how could I ever get by without him, my Master Arcturis, by my side?


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!