Date: Wed, 30 Aug 2006 17:28:14 +0930
From: Eddy Charlton <cdoukaus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Under orders Part 5

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This is the final episode...it's been an experience and, given the responses,
has probably encouraged me to write about other "adventures". These will be
like this one, based on fact, with a smattering of artistic licence.

To answer some queries; no I don't write with anatomical detail; nor do I
inset all the "oohs and aaahs" etc; I work on the basis that we have all
been there and can use our own imagination/experience to fill in the
blanks...I hope you all agree?

Let me know if you want to hear more beyond this.

For Ben...many thanks I'll be in touch!!

Under Orders, Part 5

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.

Presently SIR returned and busied himself with the final preparations.

Secured as we were, it was difficult to imagine a more erotic sight. Our
necks were securely collared to the main bowl and our heads bent forward by
it's presence. Our waists were bound to the central pillar of the
contraption. As for our hands each, left and right, was attached to our
neighbour's and now, SIR placed a smaller bowl in each pair, with
instructions not to spill the contents. With our ankles collectively secured
and our legs spread wide and attached to the neighbour we presented quite a
sight.

Satisfied that his preparations were complete, SIR sat down to await his
guests, and we could contemplate what was to come!

Fortunately it wasn't too long. The guests arrived pretty much together, a
whole mixture of Masters, some of whom Greg and I recognised from previous
occasions. A number of these Masters brought their own boys and again there
was a mixture, some dressed merely to their owner's taste but others like
us, naked and suitably collared and restrained. There was even a Mistress
and her own female slave, but the disdain that both of them had for us only
served to remind us of our place in the greater scheme of things.

The party was going well, with the masters happily enjoying their food,
drink and conversation. Naturally enough, we mere slaves were treated purely
as the ornament that SIR had intended. Oh sure, we were "handled" as they
selected the next tit-bit, but to all intents and purposes we were ignored.

It was an unusual feeling for once, not to be the centre of attention; in
fact the effect was to allow me to reflect on what had occurred in the
previous two days. Now at least I knew where Greg stood with his new-found
experiences and we had both discovered Mark and his hidden background. As I
was daydreaming I became more conscious of the warmth emanating from my
fellow slaves either side of me. Bound, as we were, the touch and warmth of
the neighbouring thighs, asses, and shoulders was like a drug. Unable to
raise my head, or look around, one could only sense Greg or Mark's
reactions. The warmth; a slight tremor of the muscles; an intake of breath
(as a master in search of food gave a tit-clamp chain a tug or twist of the
exposed cock and balls) it all served to make a solid bond between the three
of us.

Surely it couldn't last?

I shouldn't have bothered even thinking that thought.

By now a couple of hours had passed and SIR and his guests had eaten their
fill, even some of the visiting "boys" had been fed, and it was time for
entertaining, didn't take much imagination to guess who that would be!!

First we were removed from the pedestal and lined up with our wrists secured
to a beam above us and our ankles secured to ringbolts in the floor. Two of
the visitors' boys were also added to this line-up, both of them looking a
little nervous at this dubious honour. Next, a Master I knew as Lee sent his
latest boy over to make sure we were paying attention. A handsome
blond-haired individual he took it in turn to kneel before us and slowly
suck the flagging cocks back to life. He had an amazing technique and, with
his hands firmly secured behind his back, he could only use his mouth to
perform his task. As he eventually knelt before me and took me in his lips I
looked down and I met his clear blue eyes. He stared longingly up at me and
I could feel my cock harden even before he started! I dared a glance over at
Master Lee and saw him smile knowingly, he knew what I liked and in an
instant I recalled some of my previous experiences with him....before he had
handed me on to SIR. As he said, at the time, I needed to become better
disciplined if I was to progress and SIR had certainly achieved that.

Anyway back to reality, "blond-boy" had now moved onto Greg who was softly
groaning and moving his body spasmodically as his cock was sucked back to
full erection. And so it went on for quite a period, the boy on his knees
like one of those jugglers trying to keep all the plates spinning at the
same time. Encouraged by the assembled masters he shuffled backwards and
forwards applying his skills to any cock that started to flag.

At last a halt was called and Dieter (I had learnt the blond boy's name as
he was cheered on by the onlookers) sat back on his haunches, his face
covered in saliva and precum, panting slightly from his efforts but
undoubtedly quite pleased with himself. His own cock, which was at least 9
inches long stuck straight out from his body, pretty good going as, with his
hands cuffed behind his back, he hadn't been able to touch himself. Whilst
in front of him, five more erect members covered in his saliva wagged
painfully waiting to be released. Looking at Dieter I just knew I wanted to
feel that cock of his inside me and also to get a chance to fuck his blond
ass.

Was I in luck or what?

Quickly SIR and the others decided it would be a pity to waste, what were by
now, some pretty HOT slaves. However, whilst SIR and Master Lee were both in
favour of some group action the other two masters requested that they take
their own boys somewhere more private for what they had in mind, this of
course was granted. So Greg, Mark, Dieter and I were left for SIR and Master
Lee's pleasure.

It didn't take long. Quickly I was unchained and just as quickly re-secured
in a sling, and then Dieter was placed at my ass and Mark at my head. The
instructions were clear and simple, start making use of me. With a smile on
his face Dieter began entering me with his huge cock, my ass felt as though
it was splitting, and then after a brief moment of pain he was inside me,
filling me completely. Such a wonderful feeling and I went wild trying to
make the most of it!! Meantime Mark's not ungenerous member was filling my
mouth as he began fucking my face. Just as quickly Greg, was placed to one
side of the sling his hands secured behind his back, as were the others, and
he was instructed to suck my cock while at the same time use whatever means
he wanted to relieve his own aching member.

As this fuckfest action hotted up, SIR and Master Lee joined the action.
Dieter was entered from behind by SIR while Master Lee took full advantage
of Mark's exposed asshole.

Greg was going crazy, not just in sucking my cock, but wildly rubbing his
stiff member against my side trying to bring himself to orgasm. At the same
time Dieter and Mark's actions were sending waves of pleasure through me as
they also fought to satisfy their own needs. This in turn was amplified by
the two Masters as they satisfied themselves with their respective slave's
asses. The pace increased to its inevitable conclusion as in quick
succession people started cumming. I felt Dieter's hot cum shoot into my
ass, just as SIR pulled out his ass and shot his seed all over Dieter's
back, as he did so Mark slipped out of my mouth and his cum sprayed all over
my face and chest. Master Lee then grabbed Mark and forced him to the floor
and with a few final strokes shot into Mark as he lay there, on the floor.
Poor Greg, you could see the anguish in his eyes, was still desperately
sucking on me and trying to rub himself off against my side. Then SIR
reached around, his hand encircled Greg's cock and with a few swift strokes
brought the relief that Greg so desperately needed a long stream of his cum
covering my belly. Finally I was able to let go and Greg took it all,
swallowing like mad to ensure no drops were spilt. For the next few minutes
there was silence as each of us tried to recover, before SIR grabbed each of
the other three slaves and led them to the "table" (me) and ordered "Clean
it up!". Then, leaving the guys to tongue-wash my body clean he and Master
Lee left the room.

When they returned some time later there were four smiling and contented
slaves waiting for them. We had agreed, whilst they were away that it had
been a mind-blowing experience that we all couldn't wait to repeat at some
time in the future. Once I was released from the sling and my hands cuffed,
like the others, our "named" collars were secured in place, (Dieter even got
his own from Master Lee), leashes were attached and we were led away to the
main bedroom to be chained to the bottom of the bed and get some sleep. As
we huddled together, I reflected on my actions that had brought Greg and I
to this state. Looking at Greg, he smiled back and I could read in his face
that I had done the right thing. Not only had I been reunited with Mark and
learnt his secret, but we all had a new friend in Dieter, someone with whom
I already felt a special affinity and couldn't wait to get to know better!!

The following morning we were led to the basement and SIR and Master Lee
administered a light flogging, "just to remind you who and where you are",
before the collars and restraints were removed. They then tied a simple
leather thong with a metal disc (like a dog tag) around each of our necks.
On the front was a simple "S" while on the back our four names appeared
along with the date. SIR said it was done to give us a daily reminder of
what we had been through and the "S" for slave, to ensure we knew what we
meant to Master Lee and himself. Saying that we would be summoned again in
the not too distant future, they left us to shower and dress and depart back
to the world outside this dungeon!

Once we had left the house, we headed into the city and finding a bar sat
and had a long conversation about how we felt on being "owned slaves".

It was Greg, fingering his "dog tag" as he spoke, who summed it up best,
"When Steve and I had our little "adventure" overseas, a few months ago (see
Under Orders part 1) I was amazed at what happened, even a bit shocked with
myself, I wasn't sure if the feelings I had then would last, or even if they
were quite right. Then when he came to me and suggested this weekend I just
knew I had to find out. Sure there were a couple of occasions it seemed a
bit bizarre, painful...yes, but also stimulating. I mean it's not just the
sex...which let's face it is pretty wild...but also this feeling of...of...being
owned? Like day to day we get to do what we want and not many would want to
argue with us...eh? But there, with SIR, he's in charge, he makes the rules
and it's almost like, a relief to just give yourself over mentally and
physically...like totally to someone else...to use as they want."

We agreed he had said what we all felt and with that we split up and left,
vowing to return as soon as we were summoned. Let's hope it won't be too
long.