Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 08:17:12 +0930
From: Eddy Charlton <cdoukaus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Under Orders Part 3

All the usual disclaimers apply. Thanks for all the positive feedback...it
really helps. In answer to one query...all this pretty much happened about 25
years ago...it is based on fact; although I've allowed for a little artistic
licence and equally the names are changed to protect the innocent...or should
that be the guilty?

...SIR then withdrew to the corner of the room and sat down to admire his
charges, the sound of classical music filled the air, the effect was quite
surreal and erotic at the same time. As the sound of Vivaldi wafted over me,
lying naked and tethered to the table, the sweat of the last session cooling
on my skin, I drifted into a dream-like state. Looking across at Greg and
taking in his body tied to the post like a sculpture, I could feel the lust
rising in me and my cock responded slowly lengthening until it stood fully
erect and oozing pre-cum. I groaned behind my gag and flexed my arse against
the intruding presence of the plug.

"Quiet! I will be with you soon enough, slave!"

Now I had something else to think about. What would be my punishment for
disturbing SIR's thoughts?

Time passed a sense of expectation in the air..."Well, SIR can do what he
likes, he normally does anyway" I thought. I decided to take my mind off
what might happen and concentrate on drinking in the sight of Greg. It was
quite a picture, he and I were of similar build and physique, in fact if it
wasn't for his blond hair to my brown we could be brothers. Mind you
although our cocks were both only of average length his was one of the
thickest I had seen. I started to imagine what it might feel like to have it
rammed up my ass; he hadn't done that ...yet! Then again I wouldn't mind
getting the chance to fuck him, either... Suddenly the music stopped, SIR was
on his feet and leaving the room. What now?

After some time SIR returned, now dressed in casual street-clothes and
announced "We're going out for a while".

Typical, not a flogging or such-like as punishment but instead playing with
my mind. He knew I hated being out in public. I was always apprehensive that
someone might recognize me and, given my job, that could lead to difficulty.
He read my thoughts and smiled, "I thought you might like that? But let's
prepare you both first".

Unstrapped from the table, hood, gag and plug removed he set about forcing
my cock and balls through the hole in a chastity jock. Once that was done he
began massaging my cock back to full erection before cruelly fastening it in
place with the straps provided. Next came the under-crotch strap with its
attached butt-plug, which he cinched firmly in place. "Just taking care of
what belongs to me" he said," and now something to remind you in case you
forget!"

This was new.

He set about fastening thin leather straps around my ankles; just below my
knees; wrists; biceps; waist; chest and finally my neck. Then he took what
appeared to be thin cord and started interconnecting all the straps, passing
it through small D-rings, at each tether point. Once he had finished the
loose ends were then attached to a ball-stretcher. As soon as this was fixed
in place, the whole effect became swiftly apparent. It wasn't cord, but
rather thin elastic and any movement of my body was transmitted to my balls!
Small tit-clamps were put in place, for good measure. Now my whole body was
receiving stimulation, just through normal movement!! With clothes on all
that could be seen at the open neck of my shirt was the thin leather collar.
SIR stood back and admired his handiwork and smiled, rightly so, I had never
felt so many sensations at once.

Turning to Greg, "you're next" he announced. As soon as his gag was removed
Greg started to protest, but a swift punch to his gut put paid to that!
Still lashed to the post he was in no position to argue anyway. Tears welled
in his eyes and I could sense his pain and fears. Managing to catch his
attention I silently implored him to go along with it. Thankfully he did,
and I could only imagine the turmoil in his mind as he felt himself
submitting deeper and deeper.

Once he was similarly prepared though, I could see he was experiencing a
similar reaction to me...in this novel form of bondage.

We duly went out, with every movement sending pulses of pain/pleasure
through our bodies.

I knew that SIR rarely went to overtly gay haunts, for which I was grateful.
Nonetheless I felt sure that he was well-known in some of the places we
visited. I could sense the looks of approval, envy, and desire from other
"clients". Here was SIR, an older man, accompanied by two young "brothers",
who seemed pre-occupied with their posture!!

It was with some relief, several hours later that SIR announced we were
going "home" to, "take up where we left off!"

We trudged silently down the street, each of us lost in our own thoughts.

About an hour ago, whilst SIR had gone for a piss, Greg and I had managed a
hurried, whispered exchange. He had expressed the same concerns as me about
being seen in public like this and at the same time, despite our size and
strength, being "turned-on" at allowing ourselves to be dominated in such a
fashion. I had added, glibly "the sex isn't bad either?" He had smiled at me
and agreed adding, "You want me to fuck you, don't you?" Of course I did and
had gone on to say he could also expect the same in return. Despite our
discomfort we had both laughed and decided that even if SIR didn't allow
this, we would find the time at a later date!

Preoccupied as I was with this, I didn't sense the approach of someone from
behind until a hand touched my shoulder. "Hi, Steve! What you doing?"

Oh shit! It was Mark, I knew him; but since he had left the unit six months
ago had heard no more of him. I didn't even realize he had moved to the
city. Mark had a reputation, always bragging of his sexual conquests or
showing off his well-endowed physique. Worst of all he was the biggest
homophobe I had ever met!!

As these thoughts raced through my mind I managed to stammer out a "Oh hi!
We've just been out with my...ehm...Uncle" Turning to my "uncle" I made the
introductions, which thankfully SIR went along with. Some idle chatter
ensued but I was increasingly conscious that, at this close range despite
the shirts, Mark couldn't help but notice the thin collars around Greg's and
my necks. Moreover our continually shifting stances as we tried to ease the
pressure on our now painful balls and tits must have looked strange. Anyway
SIR announced we had to be on our way. Then he dropped the bombshell, would
Mark like to come with us? My heart sank as he gladly agreed. Now what?

By the time we reached SIR's home, we had heard all about Mark's new job in
the city and how he had been so busy that his social life was non-existent,
so it would make a change to catch up with an old friend. I caught the look
in Greg's eye, how are we going to get out of this?

Once inside SIR asked if Greg and I would go downstairs and finish off the
job we were doing earlier, while he showed Mark around.

In the basement we rapidly stripped, while discussing what we could do. Did
we run? Could we bluff it out? Abruptly the door opened and SIR came in,
alone.

"So, you thought you would disobey me", he said, "If you leave now I will
never have you back. Also I will make sure my friends know. What's it to
be?"

Turmoil, everything destroyed by one chance encounter.

"I'll take your silence as meaning you wish to stay"

"Where's Mark?" I blurted out.

Indulging me, he replied, "Its okay he had to use the bathroom. Now are you
staying or not?"

Greg and I exchanged looks and he shrugged his shoulders and said, "What
else can we do? I don't want this...this...experience to end...at least not
yet...And I don't think you do either?"

Despite a few doubts...the old "dick took charge" and I agreed with Greg.

"Good...now get on your backs facing one another...on the table"

We complied.

SIR then began removing the elastic cord from the straps, much to our mutual
relief. However he left the straps around our limbs and set about attaching
us firmly to the tabletop. With our knees bent and the soles of our feet
touching he secured our legs together. A far stronger length of elastic was
then stretched between straps he had now attached to the base of our cocks.
The effect was to pull our asses closer together; against the bonds securing
us to the table. Before this could happen though, he produced a long,
double-ended dildo, which he deftly placed in position against our exposed
holes. The pressure against the sphincter was immediate and, like Greg, I
set about trying to accommodate this large intruder.

"Right let's see how you get on with that until I return. It had better be
good!" With that he left the room.

With all thoughts of Mark gone from our minds, Greg and I set about coaxing
one another as the dildo slowly inched its way inside our asses. If we
stopped, the pull of the elastic on our cocks quickly reminded us that we
had more to go. Eventually I could feel Greg's ass-cheeks against mine, our
legs were fully bent and the pressure between our cocks was now tolerable.
The overriding feeling though was of this large rubber cock filling my ass.
No matter which way I twisted it was still there and any movement only
served to try and drive it deeper.

After about an hour, the door opened and SIR reappeared, dressed again his
leathers and at his side was...Mark!

...But here was a naked Mark, collared and leashed with his hands secured
behind his back, his large cock standing out from his body. I looked at the
collar it had a metal insert and engraved on it was the name "Mark".

Sir looked at me and said, "...What? You didn't think you were the only one,
did you?"
Mark just smiled at us both. All that bragging and anti-gay comments, it had
all been a sham.

"This" said SIR "is my number one boy and you two have a lot to learn yet.
Now we're all together the fun can begin. Get them hard!" he ordered Mark.

Climbing onto the table and straddling my face, Mark began alternately
sucking on both Greg's and my cocks. At the same time the tip of his was
brushing against my lips and I tentatively used my tongue to lick at the
pre-cum dripping from it and was rewarded with a shudder going through
Mark's body.

SIR resumed his seat and watched the action before him.

Incredibly only some ten hours had passed since Greg and I arrived, and we
had the whole long weekend yet! What else was in store for us?

To be continued...