Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 19:51:34 +0930
From: Eddy Charlton <cdoukaus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Under Orders Part 4

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I really want to thank everyone (the numbers have been overwhelming) who has
posted a response...the feedback has all been very positive and has encouraged
me to continue relating my story.

I only set out initially to write of a single experience I had and I just
wanted, after all these years, to "get it off my chest". It's been good
therapy. There's probably only another episode after this one...that said
there are a good number of other "adventures" I can relate...let's see how
this one ends and then ask if you want to hear about some of the others.

Under Orders, Part 4

...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?...

For quite a while there was nothing else to be heard apart from the slurping
sound as Mark set about his task of getting Greg and I hard. I have to say
he went about his work with a passion and it wasn't long before he had both
of us moaning, whilst our cocks wagged erect, pre-cum dripping to mingle
with the sweat and saliva. Secured as we were, there was nothing we could do
about it and, as Mark's hands were still bound behind his back, he could
only rely on his mouth to achieve his aim.

As I got more and more aroused I could feel my sphincter muscle tighten
against the large rubber invader in my arse. When I moved, in response to
Mark's sucking, I must have pulled the other end of the dildo part way out
of Greg's hole. Because I felt him use his arse to try and pull it back! And
so it was, as Mark alternated between us, both Greg and I found ourselves
moving the double-ended dildo between us. In and out...in and out...We were
fucking one another without being able to do anything about it. If we paused
then the elastic connecting our cocks took over and made us pull closer,
driving the dildo back into us.

I didn't know whether SIR had planned it all this way, but when I stole a
glance of him just sitting there, a smile on his face, as he slowly rubbed
his own member through his leather pants, I think I got my answer.

Eventually Mark's part in the process became surplus to requirement, as Greg
and I were so aroused that we didn't need an external stimulus to make us
carry on fucking one another. It had almost become a game to see which of us
could pull the dildo furthest out before allowing the other, and the
elastic, to force it back into our asses.

SIR obviously realized this and took Mark by his leash and moved him to one
side where he had him kneel over another large dildo, "inviting" him to get
with the action and catch up with us two. In between Greg and I exchanging
lunges I watched as Mark furiously pumped his arse up and down, driving his
dildo deeper with each thrust. It became a race to see who would cum first.

It wasn't a long wait, as Greg began really pumping his hips against the
restraints before exploding over the pair of us. As he did I felt the cum
welling up in my own cock and my arse tightened as I shot my load. A shout
from my right told me Mark had done a good job of catching up as he sank
onto the floor.

The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of deep breathing as,
with heaving chests, each of us tried to regain our composure.

Striding swiftly to the side of the table, SIR appeared above us pumping his
own cock, which erupted spraying cum over Greg and I. Taking his hand he
smeared it over our faces, allowing us to eagerly taste his offering.
Scooping some up, he turned to Mark, still kneeling impaled on his dildo,
and did the same to him.

"Now you know what it means to serve me," he said, "but enough fun for one
night, I need you rested for what I have planned."

Released from our bonds he sent us away to shower and clean up. Once that
was complete we returned to the basement, falling to our knees before him.
SIR then produced three collars and leashes and led us, on all fours, to his
bedroom. There he tethered us to the base of his bed and with a "Make
yourselves comfortable, slaves!" He went to sleep. Exhausted as we were, we
cuddled together and quickly fell asleep ourselves.

The following morning (I think), for I had already lost track of time, he
woke us and led us back to the basement for "some morning exercise", SIR's
not ours!

With each of us secured by our wrists to posts in the basement, he began
with a light flogging. The sting of the lash across my ass soon focused my
mind on events to come.

One thing I had learned about SIR was that he wasn't a cruel master. Sure he
liked to give a bit of a beating, but only to remind you that he was in
charge. He certainly took great enjoyment out of admiring men with good
bodies and knowing they were under his control. His ability to devise
different and exciting scenes was amazing; you never knew what he might come
up with next. On the sex side he also wasn't demanding. Of course he had
fucked me and, I am sure that Mark had been there too; as yet Greg hadn't
had that pleasure. Occasionally he let you suck his cock but as I had
quickly realized, just like last night, he also enjoyed watching his
"charges" perform for him. It was always safe and controlled.

Now what was it he had planned?

We weren't to find out in a hurry. First we were set the task of cleaning up
the basement. Naked and collared as we were it had a certain feel about it.
There was no way that any of us could feel we were not SIR's slaves, to do
with as he commanded. Given our relative youth and strength, if we had
rebelled then, there would be nothing He could do about it. However each of
us obviously wanted to be there and be part of what was to come.

Once the cleaning was done, SIR produced an item for us to assemble. When we
finished there stood, in the middle of the room, a metal tripod with a large
bowl at its apex. I don't think any of us had overlooked what appeared to be
various attachment points around it and we could only imagine their use.

Next we were sent to the bathroom to shower and shave...completely! At least
he accepted that our heads were off-limits (just normal military short) but
everywhere else was to be devoid of hair!

We assembled back in the basement, each of us feeling more naked than when
we had arrived and also starting to experience the urges that only one thing
could satisfy. Not yet though!!

SIR went on to explain that whilst he didn't have a furnace and anvil he
hoped we would treat it as if he had. One day, he explained, it was his
desire to take us down that path. Anyway he set about removing the leather
collars and replacing them with metal ones. He then fastened metal cuffs at
our wrists and ankles, all held in place with nuts and bolts. This was new
ground for each of us and the feeling of total domination that arose from
our knowing we couldn't easily remove them was unbelievable. I think that
the raging hard-on, that each of us was showing, must have indicated how we
felt!

He then began attaching us, as we had guessed, to the tripod. Our arms and
legs were linked together and securely fixed to the legs of the contraption.
With our heads bent forward by the presence of the large bowl we became a
part of the whole structure. Stepping back and admiring his work, we
realized we had just become the "centrepiece" of the room.

"As you might have gathered I am having a party tonight and you three are
the star attractions", he said "but I still need to fine-tune it".

So saying he fixed on metal cock bands, to maintain the erections and nipple
clamps to give us something to think about. He then set about filling the
bowl with finger-food before, "Retiring to prepare myself".

Silence...

I don't think any of us knew what to say; each of us coming to terms with
our situation. Obviously he had guests. Who? What would they expect? What
might they be like? Were we expected to perform, or just be here as
ornaments?

Greg groaned as these thoughts clearly ran through his mind, but if the way
his cock was standing up was an indication, he clearly wasn't that worried!
>From my point of view this feeling of total bondage and the erotic situation
we were in, only made me want to go through with it...As if I had a choice
anyway!

A hurried exchange between the three of us determined that we were up for
what might lie ahead. We all, by that stage, trusted that SIR wouldn't allow
any real harm and the experience would be one of the most erotic we had had.
...to be continued