Date: Wed, 23 Aug 2006 15:57:09 +1030
From: Eddy Charlton <cdoukaus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Under Orders

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This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between males,
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Under Orders
By:  Steve


Most of my adult working life has been spent in the military, but it is only
recently since I've left, it has become possible to write of my experiences.

The unit was a pretty elite one, you had to be tough, fit, and determined to
belong and obviously the whole scene oozed testosterone, no room here for
weak, faggoty types. That at least would be the outsider's view. However, as
is often the case in a men-only society, the depth of bonding that stems
from a total trust and reliance on a mate, meant that there were a number of
us who needed a more intimate affinity. You still couldn't be open about it,
but gradually you learned to identify those who felt the same way.

I didn't start out feeling I was gay, in fact I'm still not sure (probably
more bi), but after an all-male high school and the usual teenage "crushes",
I couldn't say I was opposed to admiring other male bodies, nor imagining
what it would be like to have sex with some of them! Funnily enough my
initiation into bondage and it's awakening of a fiery lust within me, came
from a former girlfriend. Yet she moved on, and I was left wondering where I
was going to satisfy my desires. As so often happens the solution came about
by pure chance...

We had been away on a training course for some two months and had spent most
of the time out in the field, so when we got a few day's break before coming
home, everyone jumped at the chance of a visit to the local "bright lights".
This being one of Europe's more popular cities, the red light district was
high on the agenda.

After a few drinks and time spent admiring the "merchandise" in the windows,
most of the group bowled into one of the many live-sex shows. But I just
didn't feel like it and made my excuses, in reality I wanted to explore some
of the "more interesting" venues that I had spied, so when Greg said that he
would stay with me as well, I wasn't sure what to think.

Greg had only been with us for a few months and was some five years younger,
but what a body!! I had admired him almost from the moment he arrived, tall,
athletic and, as I had seen in the shower, equipped with one of the most
beautiful cocks I had ever seen. The problem was that he was so new, I
didn't have the slightest idea what his preferences were. Ah well, maybe it
was time to find out!

We wandered aimlessly for a while, had a couple more drinks and generally
chatted, while I looked for a chance to sound him out. Luckily this came
about in the next bar which had a quasi-leather theme to it. When Greg
returned from the toilet he had a strange look to him, and when I asked what
was up, he simply said that I wouldn't believe the pictures on the wall in
the bathroom. So, my curiosity aroused, we went to have a look. The place
was quite a work of art and on the walls were pictures of guys in various
bondage scenes. The whole scene was clearly turning him on, so I quickly
told of my previous experiences, omitting that it was in a hetero
relationship. His eyes lit up and he quickly told me that he had always
wanted to experiment with leather and bondage. Bingo!! Now my mind was
racing, how was I going to get my chance with this hot stud, so far from
home and my contacts?

A discreet cough from behind us solved my problem. He introduced himself as
Leo and explained that he couldn't help having overheard our conversation.
(We had been so engrossed that neither of us had heard him come in). Anyway,
here was my opportunity, as Leo was offering Greg a chance to visit his
home, if he really wanted to experiment with bondage.



All of a sudden Greg looked doubtful and I sensed the moment was passing;
quickly I reassured him that I would come with him. Leo agreed, saying that
I would most certainly be there. Strangely I missed the inference in Leo's
voice, probably because I was concentrating so much on getting to see a
leather-bound Greg.

As soon as we climbed into the back of Leo's van, his attitude changed, an
authority coming into his voice that was difficult to resist. Smiling at us,
he produced two sets of handcuffs and simply said, "Put them on". Again I
could see Greg was becoming doubtful, so I quickly snapped the cuffs onto my
wrists and tried to relax. Happily Greg followed my lead. Leo now busied
himself with attaching our manacled wrists to a ring set high in the van's
side panel, muttering a "wouldn't want you running away" as he did so. Any
thought about the haste with which I was heading into this situation, was
overcome by the throbbing cock in my pants, plus of course my current
obsession to see more of Greg like this.

Satisfied that we were secure, Leo quickly blindfolded Greg and then turned
to me; "it was your choice" he whispered and started massaging my now
obvious erection, through the front of my jeans. A firm twist on my balls
and my immediate groan told him all he needed to know. A blindfold then
covered my eyes and the journey started.

After about 30 minutes the van stopped and I sensed we had turned into a
building, probably a garage. Greg had been silent throughout this period,
although I had sensed him testing his bonds and had certainly felt his thigh
when he had moved to sit closer to me. Any further thoughts were interrupted
as the van doors were opened and I felt the chain unfastened and I was led
by the handcuffs through a door and into another room. Nothing was said as
my arms were again lifted, the cuffs secured to a point above me and some
sort of hessian sack was placed over my head. Muffled footsteps receded and
I was left alone. As the minutes passed I began to panic, where had Greg got
to? Wasn't Leo going to bring him in too? "Well," I thought, "you've only
got yourself to blame for this, haven't you?"

Secured as I was, with my senses effectively deadened, I lost track of time.
I had given up trying to figure a way out of my bonds and had decided I
would just have to wait and see what would happen next. Suddenly I felt
hands on my body and the sack and blindfold were removed and there, across
the room, which I could now see was some sort of large cellar, was a
remarkable sight.

Greg was spread-eagled, secured to a wooden cross by leather restraints at
his wrists, ankles, neck and waist. A ball-gag filled his mouth and the
leather straps of a harness criss-crossed his chest, with a further strap
leading down to the cock-ring encircling his swollen prick. I was stunned,
what a sight!

While I was soaking all this in, Leo suddenly appeared at my side. He had
changed and was now dressed from head to toe in black leather. His demeanour
now very much of the MASTER in charge. He unhooked me and released my hands.
"Strip!" was his simple command and I rushed to obey, quickly kneeling at
his feet, once I was naked. Re-applying the handcuffs, behind my back this
time, he placed a slave collar around my neck and by its leash led me across
the room. Once there, and kneeling at the feet of my friend, I realised that
I must have been "in the dark" for longer than I imagined. Greg's body was
newly shaven and I could see evidence on his buttocks of a recent beating.

I barely had time to take this all in before Leo was again talking, "You
love this don't you?" he said to me, "on your knees in front of another
helpless slave?" I nodded, dumbly, transfixed by Greg's stiff cock some 6
inches in front of my face. "Go on then. Suck it!" he commanded. Glancing up
at Greg's face I saw his eyes widen as I moved my mouth to encircle his
manhood.

I like to pride myself on being a good cocksucker, and it was fairly obvious
by his reactions that Greg thought so as well. I managed to get the full 8
inches into my throat and went to work moving my head rhythmically up and
down his shaft. Even through his gag, Greg's groans were audible and the
movement of his hips, despite the restraints, indicated he was getting close
to his peak.

Suddenly, viciously, Leo hauled on the leash and dragged me of the object of
my desire. Greg's now glistening cock was left wagging there. Swiftly I was
taken to a wooden table off to one side, my arms and legs were drawn widely
apart and I was securely fastened, on my back, to its surface. "Time to deal
with you" Leo said, and with this he produced soap and a razor.

I had shaved my body on previous occasions, but had never had it done to me
and certainly not in a scene like this. The feeling was intense as I felt,
rather than saw the lather applied followed by the smooth cut of the blade,
as Leo removed the hair from my torso, groin and backside. Once he was
complete, some time was spent with him massaging my cock back to life (it
had subsided somewhat whilst the razor was doing its work) and then securing
a leather cock and ball strap. When he was happy with the result, he moved
away and retrieved Greg from the cross.

With the minimum of fuss, he quickly had Greg secured on top of me in a 69
position. My heart quickened as Leo removed Greg's gag for, without any
encouragement, he immediately took me in his mouth! I was quick to
reciprocate and then Leo ensured that neither of us would have second
thoughts, as he fastened each of our collars to the other's cock strap. Now
that we were effectively, if unusually gagged, our newfound Master ordered
that we "Give him a good show, or else!"

Given my previous experience, I had a pretty good idea what "or else" might
mean, however Greg was a bit slower to catch on. It didn't take too many
strokes from the whip that Leo swung, for him to realise that he couldn't
just lie there, but actually had to perform. Soon we were going at it like
there was no tomorrow, as each of us concentrated on trying to produce the
best from the other.

Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer and, with no way of warning him,
shot my load into the back of Greg's throat. To his credit he swallowed it
all, and at the same time came strongly in my mouth. Now came another first,
as fastened as we were, our now softening cocks, still filled the others
mouth and continued to provide a gag. At this point Leo, who had been stood
to one side while we performed, came over to the table. He had removed his
outfit and held a tube of lubricant in his hand. Approaching out of Greg's
sight he climbed on the table and straddled Greg's arse and began lubing it
up. Greg immediately stiffened and began pulling at his bonds, but to no
avail. There was to be no escape for him, so I decided to try and help
soothe him and began again sucking gently on his cock. Despite his obvious
disquiet, it also became very clear that my ministrations were also having
effect. I felt his tool slowly stiffen and expand within its warm moist
prison.

From my position I had the best view as Leo slowly brought his cock head to
the opening in Greg's arse. With a slow but steady movement he entered him
and before long was into a methodical rhythm. The muffled moans of protest
quickly turned into groans of pleasure and I felt my own member being sucked
back to life, as the object in mine continued to grow.

Harder and harder Leo thrust, and it became clear that he was close to
orgasm. With a final thrust he shot his cum deep into Greg. Incredibly both
of us also came at the same moment and there was a wild moment of three
bodies locked together in the final throes of passion.

The remainder of the night was spent expanding Greg's knowledge, so it was a
couple of tired individuals who arrived back at camp the next morning.

As we walked in the gate, Greg turned and simply said, "Thanks mate"

"You just wait until we get home and you meet some of my contacts there!" I
retorted...but that's another story.

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