Date: Mon, 28 May 2001 11:27:30 -0500
From: Hands_of_J@yahoo.com
Subject: Dog on the Loose 15

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Dog on the Loose 15 --


We parked, walked to the club, checked in at the door and paid the
cover. We were arriving about 45 minutes after they officially opened
the door, so there was already a reasonable crowd. Two tops were in full
leather, one slave was completely naked (not even hair), another wore
chaps, a cod piece, a leather vest, boots and had a gray bandanna
prominently displayed on his right side. Many others were dressed more
or less like we were. I introduced Mark to the men I knew by name and
his naturally outgoing nature carried him smoothly through the
introductions

I took him to my locker and we put our jackets and T-shirts in it. I
pulled my harness out of the toy bag and put it on, and we both put our
vests back on.  I looked at him a moment and thought he was over
dressed. "Leave you Levi's here, too, Boy."

"Yes, Sir." He didn't hesitate at all. After parading around at the
store during the afternoon I guess this didn't seem that threatening.
When he stood up from putting his boots back on, I checked him out and
concluded that the harness really detracted from the over all effect.

"I think that harness is a little too much, maybe. Do you want to take
it off?"

He contemplated for a moment then shook his head. "I think I'd like to
keep it on for a while, Sir.  I like the feel."

"OK.  You can take it off later if you want. The drinks are over here."
I led the way to the cooler. "Let's grab something and head down to the
dungeon." He got nervous again.  We got two bottles of water and went
down the stairs and walked into a large room that had at least two of
everything my home dungeon had. It also had jail cells, dog cages, a
rack, some suspension bars on pulley systems, a couple of horses similar
to the one Clay had, three slings, a dentist's chair, an examining table
and more. His eyes got a little wide, but he relaxed again -- this was
mostly familiar stuff.

So far guys were mostly milling around, checking out who was there, and
introducing themselves to new faces. Conversations down here were
quieter, but were as friendly as upstairs in the social area. I
introduced Mark to a few more men, then we drifted to one end to watch
the beginning of a flogging scene. The bottom had stripped and the top
was tying him tightly to a St. Andrew's cross. The bottom was a fellow
who had told me at an earlier party that he wanted me to give him a
"light" flogging.  By the time he'd had enough I was drenched in sweat.
I wondered what he'd told this top.

Then I spotted one of the out-of-town members I'd met only once.  I'd
watched him flog two different men and had decided I wanted him to top
me if we ever had the chance and I had told him so at the time. Ben was
about 5'10", with a mixed ancestry that gave him widely spaced brown
eyes, straight black hair, skin the color of tea, high cheek bones, and
white teeth that flashed when he smiled.  He initially gave me the
impression of being a little cocky, but after watching him at work I
decided it was well-justified confidence. I grabbed Mark by the hand and
led him toward Ben, "There's someone over here you should meet."

I introduced them and we exchanged a few pleasantries. Ben reached up
and played with Mark's chain and looked at me. "We got it this
afternoon. Like it?" I asked.

 "Looks great on you, Mark." He looked back at me. "Have anything
planned this evening?"

"Not yet," I told him. "We just got here and I don't think Mark even
knows all the possibilities yet.  You?"

He got the hint that I needed to talk to Mark. "I need to catch up with
some other buddies. See you around." He smiled at us, winked and walked
off.  We wandered and watched some other scenes starting. "Have you seen
anything in particular you want to try tonight, Boy?"

"Nothing specific. Just thinking about you tying me to any of these
things and ... well, having your way with me has me hard."

"I need to ask a question, Mark." He looked at me, concern showing in
his eyes. He wasn't sure why I'd shifted to `Mark.'

"Ben, the fellow we just met is a superb top.  I've watched him flog two
different men, and I decided I wanted him to do me the next time he was
in town.  Would you be willing to be moral support for me while he does
it? It doesn't have to happen tonight if it makes you uncomfortable."

He thought for a few moments. "Will that take all night?"

"God, no, I couldn't take that much!  Ben will want to play with other
guys, too.

"So you'll have time to do something to me, too?"

"Sure. One thing I've been fantasizing about is fucking you in one of
those slings."  He looked around the room and then at the sling.  I
think he was realizing there'd be an audience if we did that.

"I might be ready for that later."  A little silence. "What does `moral
support' entail?"

"As much as possible I'd want you there looking me in the eyes, keeping
me centered and grounded. He can get pretty intense."

"Boy would be very happy to do that, Sir."

"Thanks, Mark." We hugged. "Now, I'd better go get on Ben's dance card.
You can come along if you want, but we're not glued together, either."

"I think I'll wander around and watch some of these guys, then."

I had last seen Ben heading up the stairs, so that's where I went. He
was talking to one of the members I knew well. I walked over and joined
them and the three of us chatted briefly, then Ben looked at me, "Ready
for a good flogging?"

"Yeah, I talked to Mark, and he's OK with it. I want him there as moral
support for me."

"I can work with that." Ben grinned. "How about in 20 minutes or so?"

"Great, I'll see you downstairs." I grabbed another bottle of water and
went back down to the dungeon.  I liked the smoke free atmosphere there,
and I came to these parties to be near the action, whether I was in it
or not.  Mark spotted me pretty quickly and winked at me from across the
room, but didn't budge He was watching someone get mummified in plastic
wrap. The guy was blindfolded, his cock and balls had been left out, and
he was already hard. I could imagine a number of things they might do to
that exposed cock.

An electrical scene was getting set up close to me, and the flogging
across the room had started.  Two guys under one of the pulley systems
were getting ready to do a total suspension scene of some sort, and in
the corner I saw a fellow who liked to do "medical" scenes.  It would be
a good night at the clubhouse.

I slowly worked my way to Mark's side and put my arm around him. He
leaned into me and grinned. "This is great!"

"Glad you're having fun, Boy."  We watched as the guys worked on the
mummy's cock, getting him close to cumming then not touching him at all
until he cooled down, then starting over.  After several cycles the
fellow was getting pretty frustrated.  "If they ever let him cum he'll
shoot clear across the room." I murmured to Mark.

"I'm getting frustrated just watching." he observed.  At that point Ben
came up behind us and put his arms around our shoulders. He'd lost some
clothes someplace. He was wearing Levi's, boots and a black leather vest
that showed off his abdominals nicely.

"Hey, Mark, let's take your Old Man over to that cross, strip him and
tie him up so we can have some fun."  Mark looked at me with a slightly
quizzical expression. I rolled my eyes but nodded, so they both grabbed
an arm and led me to the unused St. Andrew's cross.  This one had a
horizontal bar as well as the X. Mark helped me strip then put my boots
back on while Ben got out his ropes, floggers and some paddles and put
them on a nearby bench.  He also took off his vest, revealing a great
chest.

"OK, Buddy, assume the position!" Ben said in his deepest voice.

"Yes, Sir."  I stepped up to the cross, spread my legs so they
paralleled the bottom parts of the X, slipped my toes into the little
arches provided, and spread my arms along the horizontal bars.  Ben used
two ropes to tie my feet tightly in position.  Then he put leather
restraints on my wrists and used ropes to pull my arms out toward the
ends of the bar. I certainly wasn't going far.

He stepped behind the cross and looked me in the eyes while he reached
under the crossing bars and discovered that my cock and balls were easy
to get to. "You sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good.  Mark, come over here."  Mark came and stood beside Ben. "Feel
these." Ben guided Mark's hand to my genitals and encouraged him to
stroke me a few times. I looked Mark in the eyes and grinned my
appreciation.  "Now, I'm going to work from the other side. I want you
to keep Bill grounded if you can, encourage him to breath if he needs
it, and let me know if he wants to tell me something."

"Yes, Sir."  Ben moved behind me and started stroking my back, from my
shoulders to the bottom of my butt using his finger tips, finger nails,
the flat of his hand and even tongue. Mark took up his position in front
of me and looked me in the eyes. "I love you, Sir." he said quietly.

"Thank you, Boy. I love you, too."  We looked into each other's eyes and
Mark synchronized his breathing with mine. Ben picked up one of his
floggers and started going over my back lightly, then my butt, then my
back again while Mark and I continued our own communication. Ben worked
my butt a little with one of his paddles, then started a new sequence
with a heavier flogger.  I was so lost in Mark's eyes and in our
breathing together I was oblivious to any discomfort Ben's efforts were
causing. Then Ben upped the intensity again, and my attention started
moving back and forth between the sting of the flogger tails and the
pool of comfort Mark's eyes provided.

Ben stopped and stepped up to my back and leaned his body against mine.
I was startled by how sensitive my skin was now. "You doing OK, Buddy?"
he asked.

"Yes, Sir. I'm doing great, Sir."

"Gooood." There was delight and maybe a little menace in that one word.
He knew what was coming. "Let's move to the next level. This is going to
work him a little harder, Mark." He selected a new flogger and drug it
across my shoulders. It felt hard and heavy.  The first blow was not a
hard one, but I knew the intensity was building.

"Stay with me, Boy. I'm going to need you soon."  Mark looked a little
worried, but his gaze never wavered.  Ben's rhythm changed.  He started
doing four light blows on alternate sides of my back and then a heavy
one, four and one, four and one, and the heavy ones were bouncing me
against the cross.

I started to let my eyes drift closed, but Mark grabbed me by the hair
and said, "Stay here, Sir." With an effort I focused on him and
synchronized my breathing with his again.  When the blows ended I took a
deep breath and relaxed slightly. I smiled at Mark, and then yelled as
Ben pulled his fingernails down my very sensitive skin.

"Need a drink, Buddy?"  I nodded.  Ben handed Mark a sports water bottle
so he could squirt some water in my mouth.  I needed that. Some missed
and ran down my front, and that was good, too.  "Play with him a little
while I get a drink." Ben suggested.

Mark reached under the cross and started playing with my balls and
stroking my cock.  "I see what you mean about `intense,' Sir." he kissed
me. I was high on endorphins but Mark was keeping me from floating away
completely.  In the interlude I noticed my awareness was growing. I was
more aware of Mark's body odors, and the odors and sounds in the room.
Ben was expanding what Clay had inadvertently started.

Ben came back.  "OK, Buddy, one more round?"  I nodded.  Mark backed up
a little and we again gazed into each other's eyes.  What I didn't see
was that Ben picked up the horsetail flogger.  On the first stroke it
felt like I was hit with a hundred lines of fire. I'm sure I yelled, and
at the same time I snapped into ... what would you call it? ... endorphin
space?. I was still there looking into Mark's eyes, but I was detached
and watching from some place else, too.  Ben soon switched back to two
leather floggers, swinging one in each hand crossing my back and butt in
a succession of quick blows. Each one seemed to send me floating
higher.  Mark was looking worried, telling me to stay with him, but I
think he knew I was only there in body.

Then it stopped.  Ben stepped up behind me and leaned on me again. I
barely noticed. "You did good, Buddy." and kissed my ear.  I was barely
there, mostly floating.  "Better give him another drink, Mark."  I
opened my mouth and Mark squirted cool water in.  That brought me back a
little.  "Hold him to the cross while I untie him."  Mark moved behind
me and pressed against me while Ben took the restraints off my wrists
and untied my feet.  "Let's take him over there."  They backed me up,
looped my arms around their shoulders and walked me to a padded bench
nearby and sat me down.  I knew what was going on, but I was still
floating in my own special place.

Mark turned my head to face him. "Are you OK, Bill?"  He looked really
worried. I smiled and nodded; I still couldn't say anything.  I closed
my eyes and leaned my head on his shoulder.  To his credit he just held
me and didn't ask anything more.  I finally took a deep breath and
opened my eyes and looked at him.  Tears were running down his cheeks.

"That was fantastic. Thank you, Mark, for doing that for me. I couldn't
have gone nearly that far without you."

He shook his head in amazement. "I was worried about you, Bill, Sir. I
had no idea you'd ... go away like that."

"I didn't know I'd go that far."  I smiled.  "How about some more
water?"  He handed me the bottle and I downed the rest of it.  I was
starting to center again.  "I need to pee. Want to help me?"  We stood,
I looped my arm over his shoulder and we walked to the restroom.  I
leaned against the wall with both arms and he aimed my cock for me while
I took a good long piss.  There was so much I was surprised I hadn't
totally lost it and pissed on the floor.

By the time I was finished I was feeling pretty grounded again, but
still leaned against Mark a little as we walked back to where my clothes
were.  "I think I'll just put my jock on for now."  I told him.  He got
it from the pile and helped me into it.

"I need to sit a bit longer," I told him, "another bottle of water would
be great."   He looked me in the eyes again.

"You look pretty focused again." He grinned. "You're sure you're OK?"

"I'm fine, Mark."  Ben came over and sat down beside me.

"I've never seen anyone do it that way before. You and Mark had a great
connection!"

"I don't think I could have taken that last round without him."  Mark
smiled at knowing he'd been that important.

"If you'll stay here a few moments, I'll get him some more water." Mark
told Ben.

"Sure.  I'll make sure he doesn't get in any trouble." Mark grinned and
headed upstairs. While he was gone Ben and I mostly just sat there. It
was still too good to spoil with trivial conversation, and Ben
understood that.

Soon Mark was back with the water. "Thanks, Boy. I'm going to sit here a
few minutes longer. Why don't you go watch some scenes? You might see
something you want to try."  He looked around.

"Yeah, I might."

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