Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2006 19:10:21 +0100
From: Lionel <lionel (at) gaylook.com>
Subject: Inspired Spectator

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The following story is based on a real life experience. Although it isn't
mentioned explicitly, we used condoms and encourage you to do the same.

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The bar had a large playroom which was situated downstairs and many men
were cruising there that night. A tall guy immediately attracted my
attention, not only because of his looks, but also because of some bondage
equipment that he was carrying at his belt. It turned out, however, that I
wasn't the victim of his choice. After a while he had captured another guy
and led him cuffed and collared to the only corner where there was some
light. Perhaps, he wanted to put his victim on display, but the main reason
was that he needed some light to apply his bondage gear properly. His
victim was rather young and good looking, and a born bottom. He surrendered
more than willingly.  Before he was attached to a hook on the wall, he took
of his t-shirt and his lean, but well defined body attracted some
attention.  His master blindfolded him and began to play with his nipples
which made the younger guy gasp...

Some bystanders had gathered around in order to watch the scene. Most of
them, including myself, were leaning against a neighboring wall in the
darker part of the room. Since it was very dark there, I couldn't see who
was standing next to me, but I had a good view on what was going on in the
corner.  By now, the master had taken out the younger guys stiff prick and
balls and put a leather thong around them.

At that moment the man next to me touched my arm with his. The skin contact
felt just a little too intentional than a chance encounter. I shifted a bit
into my neighbor's direction and there he touched my arm again. We stayed
in contact for a while, watching the master applying tit clamps on his
victim.  After a couple of minutes, my neighbor started rubbing his arm
along mine and touch my hand. I smiled into his direction and since my eyes
had got used to the darkness I could see the outline of a rather handsome
guy, not very tall but slightly taller than myself. In his t-shirt he had a
very defined body which I longed to touch already, but a whimpering sound
from the now naked guy with the tit clamps distracted me from my neighbor
who drew nearer.  He began to touch and feel my body and I started to do
the same with him.  After another minute or so, he found my right nipple
and started to play with it through the fabric of my t-shirt. I really
started to enjoy the scene. Both his hands were on my body now and he made
me move in front of him. His way of handling me didn't leave a doubt that
he was in charge. We were both looking at the bondage scene in front of us
with me leaning in the strong arms of the man behind me. He touched me
everywhere, and when he brushed along my crotch he could feel my still
covered hard-on, as I felt his at my back.

"Gimme your shirt, boy!", he whispered into my ear and I complied
immediately just to show him my obedience. He took his off too and me in
his arms again.  The skin-to-skin contact was fantastic and the touch of
his hands added to my arousal.

The scene in front of us continued: The bondage master had connected his
victim's nipples to the leather thong with a small chain, so that the
younger guy had to bow slightly forward in order to avoid too much tension
between his nipples and his cock. When his master slapped him on the ass,
he involuntarily moved, which visibly caused him some pain, probably not
even much, but it looked painful enough.

"My boy seems to like what he sees!" was the reaction of the man behind me
while his hand rested on the front of my jeans.

"Yes sir!", was my immediate reply. It was clear by now that I wanted to
submit to my own new-found Master. In order to bring my message home, I
added: "And the boy likes what he feels, sir!"

"That's a good boy!"

Although the crowd was watching the scene in the corner, I felt a bit
uneasy when my Master began to fumble with the fly of my jeans. The place
had become crowded and I had the impression that somebody was crouching at
my feet. My jeans was open now and my Master's hand inside. He played with
my cock for a while, pressing his crotch against my ass.

The other master turned his attention to his boy's nipples again. He took
off one clamp after the other and was rubbing both nipples and nibbling at
them.  His boy was whimpering. At the same time my Master pinched my
nipples, thus making me feel how the other bottom may have felt, perhaps
only less intensely. He then put both hands back in my jeans, one in front,
freeing my cock from under its cover, and one in the back. Fortunately, I
didn't wear underwear so that my body was very accessible in my jeans.

"Spread your legs and open for your Master, boy!"

He found my ass crack with his finger and began to explore it, while the
other master started inserting a dildo into his slave's hole. Fortunately,
my hole was only attacked by my Master's finger, but the feeling was
tremendous... I began to purr like a cat which made my Master chuckle and
attracted some attention by the people around us. After a while my Master
withdrew his finger from my hole and held it in front of my mouth. I opened
my mouth reluctantly, because I shuddered at the idea of licking a finger
that had just been up my ass, but of course I had to show my commitment to
my new Master and my eagerness to serve him.

By now, I was sure that there was somebody crouching in front of us, as a
hand coming from below tried to reach for my cock. I could avoid it and was
quite happy that my Master didn't want to share me either. He pushed me
away from the crowd which meant that we couldn't watch very well what
happened at the other side of the room, but of course, I had no say in
that...

When we had reached the far corner of the room, I had to loose my jeans
which my Master pushed to my ankles. As it becomes a slave, I was naked
before my Master; and just like the slave on the other side of the room, I
spread my legs in order to give my Master full access to the more private
parts of my body. He touched and manhandled me, in order to examine his
loot.

By now it was rather difficult for me to watch the scene at the other side
of the room, since I had to concentrate on serving my Master. The last
thing I saw was that the other slave started to give his master a blow job.
At the same time my Master made me kneel before him, opened the fly of his
jeans and I knew that I had to follow my slave-brother's example: I kissed
the tip of my Master's prick and started to lick it. After a while my
Master shoved his meat into my mouth and began to fuck it.

Even if I couldn't watch what the bondage master did to his slave, I was
quite sure what was going on over there when my Master withdrew from my
mouth and turned his attention to my other fuck hole. He fucked me with two
and then three fingers, withdrew them and replaced them with his cock. His
forceful penetration made me moan, echoing the groans from the other side
of the room.  My groans attracted some attention, because I realized some
people moving towards us. Again a hand reached for my prick and this time I
couldn't escape.  More hands began to touch my helpless body while the
moaning and groaning from the other side of the room got loader. My Master
increased his pace and I felt his dick growing inside me. At the same time,
somebody began to give me a blow job. Soon my Master would unload his semen
and so would I.

I heard more groaning from the other side of the room. It seemed that the
whole room was on the fringe of orgasm. Then it happened: With a deep
thrust my Master shoved his dick into me and as I felt his dick unload, I
shot my own load spurt after spurt, rhythmed by the orgasmic moans from the
other side. My Master kept me impaled on his dick for another couple of
minutes, then he pulled me towards him and kissed me. While he held me in
his arms, we watched the other master freeing his slave from his
bondage. He slapped his slave on his naked ass and left.

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This is the whole story as far as the non-fiction part is concerned.
Thanks for reading! If you send me some interesting suggestions, I will try
and write a fictional sequel. Please, write to lionel AT gaylook.com. You
can also contact me on gayromeo.com under the nick: lionel-bln.