Date: Mon, 15 Jul 2002 16:55:25 +1000
From: Iain Robertson <iainlthr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Work It Out Pt 4

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This is a gay adult story with the consequent language and images. If
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continue. If these are illegal in your area, then you have my sympathy, but
you proceed at your own risk.

This is a work of fiction, and as such the characters are not bound by the
usual dictates of modern society. Unsafe sexual practices can be undertaken
with impunity only in the world of fantasy. In reality, it is your
obligation and your right to play safely, sanely and healthily.

I hope you enjoy my work, and if you have any comments, or ideas that may
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Work It Out - Ultimately

	Iainlthr@hotmail.com


[Author's note: This chapter of `Work It Out' was specifically requested by
Rick, a muscle leatherman who is a fan of my writing. Rick came up with the
idea for the scene, and asked for a specific position that the guys get
into. If you prefer the idea of the four guys staying friends but not
getting back together in a group scene again, don't read this story.
Otherwise, enjoy!]



*****

More than six months had passed since the infamous night when Pete and Steve
had joined Mike and Neale in their dungeon room for a wild session of
masculine leather sex. After the incredible experience Steve and Pete had
moved in together and begun building their life as a couple. They had been
tested, waited and tested again, both proving negative to the HIV virus.
Pledging their love and their trust, they had revelled in the joy of pure,
lusty male sex without the need for annoying condoms. And they had used the
time well, investing effort and money in their favourite passion - their
leather wardrobe and their own special 'playroom'.

That 'playroom' was something else again. Steve's spare room had always been
equipped as a home gym, but after they had seen, and used, Mike and Neale's
room, they were determined to set up their own special space. They had
eagerly purchased a sling and suspended it with chains from the ceiling,
covering one entire wall with mirrors while they painted the other walls and
the ceiling matte black. The carpet had been replaced with heavy duty black
vinyl, and black shelving had been installed on one wall to hold the toys
they had added to their collection. The room doubled now as playroom and
gymnasium, and the workout bench doubled as exercise equipment and sex toy,
its leather covered bench often being put to good use by the horny men in
their lusty passion.

From their discussions and their experience with Mike and Neale, the two had
discovered that their mutual love of leather and the steamy man sex that
went with it, extended to a delight in the role playing of Master and slave.
Pete revelled in the sense of power and the incredible arousal it generated
when he used Steve as his sex slave, restraining wrists and ankles as he
used his boy for pleasure. Steve found the act of submitting to Pete's
control, and being used in this way, the most stimulating and erotic
experience he could imagine. Happily, the two men submerged themselves in
the fantasy world of dominance and submission they created in their special
room, and eagerly compared notes with their close friends, Mike and Neale,
who in many ways had introduced them to the wonderful world they now
explored.

     ******************

Mike and Neale had also cemented their devotion to each other, and retreated
into their private dungeon as often as they could to immerse themselves in
the powerful sensation of leather sex. The overwhelming excitement they
shared was heightened by the gleaming polished leather they wrapped
themselves in, and the complimentary shine of metal. Both had pierced their
nipples, and found it a real turn on when they were physically connected by
silver chains between their respective tits, or joining one to the other.

Neale's favourite position, one in which he ached with the delight of
passionate abandon, involved having a chain suspended from the rings through
his erect nipples, and a leather cord tied to that chain, the other end
fastened to the trailing end of a string of anal balls which Mike had
pressed into Neale's hungry arse. With his rectum filled by the black latex
covered spheres, Neale writhed in delight as Mike pulled at the chain
connecting those toys directly to his tits.

Mike was seriously aroused as he played with the connecting metal, and after
some experimentation, they had found that Mike could sink his massive cock
into Neale's arse, fucking his boy and plunging his meaty sword between the
rolling orbs as Neale gasped with delight at the pulling on his chest. The
very idea of being "inter-connected" with his lover and the various toys,
turned Mike on so much that they had begun adding more and more thin silver
chains and leather ties to their games. It had developed to the point where
often Mike and Neale would be physically connected on many levels. Thin
strands of silver would run from the piercings through Neale's chest to the
corresponding rings in Mike's nipples, while another would connect Neale's
left tit with his right. From that, a sturdier chain would run down his
body, joined to the anal balls, or connecting to a leather cockring around
Neale's shaft. As Mike thrust himself into Neale, fucking his lover hard and
powerfully, the various threads would pull tight between the men,
stimulating nerve endings and sending waves of intensely pleasurable
sensations through each of them.

As both Neale and Mike discovered that the combination of gleaming polished
leather and glistening silver metal against their sweating skin served to
arouse them more and more, they also came to realise that the piercings
through their nipples resulted in amazing and erotic stimulation. This
re-awakened another fantasy that had played through Neale's mind several
times, until he finally brought up the subject with Mike.

One night, after an incredible session in which Mike had pumped himself into
Neale's arse, already stuffed with latex spheres, and had watched
incredulous as Neale had shot load after load of sticky white cum onto his
belly with a long silver chain connected to a cockring around his shaft,
Neale had luxuriated against Mike's muscled chest.

"Mike, ..." he began, then hesitated.

"Yeah?"

"How would you feel if I were to get another piercing?"

Mike grinned widely, his fingers falling to trace the line of Neale's prick
through the supple gripping leather of the pouch he still wore, before
moving up to the silver rings in his tits. "Sounds hot, lover," he said
quietly, "but you only have two nipples, and they're both done."

"I wasn't thinking about my nipples," said Neale, his face turning up to
stare into Mike's deep blue eyes.

Mike's curiosity became aroused now. "Well then, where?"

"My cock!" Neale said softly but firmly. "I've been wondering about getting
a Prince Albert."

A cough of surprise came from his lover. "A Prince Albert? Fuck, Neale, do
you know how much that is going to hurt when you have it done?"

"Yeah, I have an idea, but then it will heal, and just think about what it
would be like having a chain connecting the ring in my cock to the rings in
my tits, or yours, or both!"

Mike dwelled on that for a moment, and smiled evilly. "Sounds unbelievably
hot," he enthused. "And I'm also wondering what it would be like to have you
fuck me with a PA. My guess is that it would be just indescribable."

Now it was Neale's turn to gape with surprise.

"What's that look for?" Mike asked. "You know I love it every now and then,
having you fuck me."

"Yeah, but I had no idea you'd be into being fucked with a PA."

"Well, I hadn't thought about it until right now, but I have to admit the
thought is seriously turning me on."

                     **********************

And so Neale underwent the procedure. It meant that they had to be extra
careful for quite a while as the piercing healed, Neale's cock being
immensely sensitive as his nerves became accustomed to the ring of surgical
steel which now disappeared into his piss slit, emerging from a hole just
below the head of his glans. It didn't stop them from indulging in the dark,
heated pleasures of leather in their dungeon, but it did curtail some of the
more raunchy of their experiments for a while. But Mike was turned on
immensely each time he looked at the glistening metal through Neale's prick,
and Neale found himself getting hard just looking at himself with the thick
metal ring piercing his genitals.

Finally, the healing process had run its course, and Neale felt confident
that the ring could be played with enthusiastically, without risk of damage
to him. The first time they did so, both of them knew that the decision by
Neale to have the PA inserted was the right one. With a chain connecting his
cock to his nipples, and another connecting to Mike's nipples, Neale ached
and throbbed with arousal as his Master fixed his wrists into cuffs and
leaned into the sling on which he lay, slamming his long cock into Neale's
welcoming arse. With the gleaming black straps of Mike's harness, and the
glossy leather of his own chaps gripping his legs and framing Mike, Neale
surrendered to total ecstasy as Mike fucked him in long slow powerful
strokes which pulled on the metal connections and sent ripples of pleasure
coursing through his body.

After allowing his boy time to recover, Mike had then embarked on his own
special crusade concerning the Prince Albert. Lifting Neale from the sling,
Mike ordered his slave boy onto the mattress covered in leather. Making
Neale lie on his back, and restraining both wrists and ankles in such a way
that Neale was left spread-eagled and helpless, Mike had stood over him,
admiring the chiselled chest and sculpted abs bound in black hide, the
powerful muscular legs of his man enveloped in gleaming black leather chaps,
and the long hard pole of his boy's cock, bearing its crown of silver
proudly. Applying a liberal helping of lubricating gel to both Neale's prick
and his own hole, Mike had then slowly squatted over his slave, gradually
lowering himself onto the ringed tower of flesh. As he did so, he maintained
his domination, flicking at Neale's shuddering, heated body with a leathered
paddle.

As the cold metal of the piercing penetrated Mike's sphincter, he gasped and
tried to relax, forcing himself to accept the invader. He surprised himself
by the ease with which he was able to accommodate this foreign implement,
and then he moaned in ecstatic pleasure as the irregular shape slid across
his prostate and massaged his innards. The feeling of the metal within him
was something Mike had never imagined, and something which excited him
immensely, so much so that he quickly began to bounce up and down on Neale's
prone body, Mike using his own weight to shove that long prong deep inside
himself. Both men exploded in a shattering orgasm within minutes, overcome
by the sensational thrills the jewellery inserted through Neale's cock
afforded.

From then on, it was a relatively frequent part of their lovemaking that
Mike, still the undisputed Master of the pair, would order his willing slave
boy to fuck him hard with the ringed weapon he now sported.

                    *****************************

Steve had become almost exclusively 'bottom' in the relationship he and Pete
developed. He found that with each time Pete made love to him, he needed to
have even more and more of Pete within him. He ached for the slamming,
pounding sex that Pete lavished upon him. Pete, for his part, happily became
the total Master. Having Steve writhe beneath him, a toy in his hands, was a
trip he could never have imagined. What made it so wonderful was that there
was no force -- well, no real force - involved at all. Their games often
suggested orders and commands, but both knew damn well that Steve wanted and
needed Pete to 'force' him, to own and control him, even more than Pete
wanted to do so.

One particular scenario, which Pete had pretty well invented as his arousal
manifested itself with his domination over Steve, and which Steve had
enjoyed so much that afterwards they had re-played it many times now,
involved Steve being fucked by both Pete and a black rubber dildo
simultaneously.

                  ******************

The first time it had happened, Steve had been restrained in the sling, his
wrists secured in handcuffs which were attached to the supporting chains of
the leather platform. His booted feet were strung through the stirrups
hanging from the ceiling, forcing his legs up and spread, leaving his
twitching arsehole exposed and vulnerable. A harness of black hide encased
his torso, framing the taut musculature of his pumped and stretched gut, the
abdominals like a Michelangelo sculpture. His chiselled pecs were enclosed
in more black leather, the silver rings through his tits tiny pinpricks of
glinting light. Pete moved slowly into place between Steve's raised,
leathered legs, every movement by his slave boy accentuated within the
gleaming black cocoon of the skin tight chaps.

Pete had been plumbing his boy's body with a long black dildo. As he shoved
the toy in hard, then pulled it back again to thrust it within Steve, he had
moved the fake prick from side to side, making his slave moan with pleasure
as his bowel was reamed by the dark latex prod. Feeling the intimate binding
of the harness around his chest, and the gripping texture of the leather
chaps he wore, Pete had delighted in the dim, candle lit room. He was so
aroused, so horny as he played with his sex toy, teasing and slapping at the
leathered form of his fit and primed man. Finding the puckering target of
Steve's arse almost irresistible, Pete had begun a series of thrusts where
he would sink his long cock deep into Steve's bowel, then withdraw it
completely, replacing it with the thick black dildo, then reverse the
action. Steve was being alternately fucked by the toy wielded in Pete's
hand, and by Pete's hard throbbing pole, each being shoved into him from
nothing to fully impaled in a second, then removed to make way for the
other.

As Steve begged and hissed for more, waves of pleasure crashing through him,
Pete had tried to increase the speed with which he swapped between the toy
and his own prick, until it was almost a blur of movement at Steve's ravaged
arsehole. It was then, with Steve crying out that he wanted more, wanted
everything his Master could give, that Pete was inspired.

In a moment of heated desire, Pete pulled the dildo out again, and plunged
his cock into Steve's hole, then pulled back again until only the head of
his weapon was within his mate. With the dildo still in his hand, he nudged
the head of the toy against Steve's arse, feeling the solid rubber against
his sensitive glans. Pressing forward slowly, he forced Steve's sphincter
open further as Steve hissed and pushed back against him, until the toy slid
into the boy's body alongside his Master's prick. Slowly, Pete re-positioned
himself, sliding deeper into Steve's rectum, the black rubber prong riding
alongside his throbbing cock. Steve twisted in a combination of pain and
pleasure as he adjusted to the stretching of his muscles and gave in to the
delight of the assault. The pain quickly disappeared, replaced by an
intensely arousing feeling of being filled and fucked like never before, as
Pete buried both himself and the toy deep within his slave.

Allowing the boy a few minutes to accustom himself to the new, double
insertion, Pete remained still. He was so turned on by the sensation of
fucking Steve while the dildo also fucked into his body, that Pete had to
use all of his will power to hold back from wanting to ram into Steve and
shoot his load right then. As Steve relaxed and sighed with aroused desire,
clenching at the combined penetration, Pete began to move again, sliding in
and out, moving the toy at the same time. Soon his passion took over and
Pete was thrusting harder and deeper into Steve's welcoming chute, the
friction of the solid black rubber against his cock an added stimulation.
Steve hissed and groaned as the assault on his arse sent him into ecstasy.

As he neared the brink, Pete suddenly reversed the direction of the dildo.
Now, as he shoved his steel hard tool into Steve's body, he pulled back on
the toy so it slid in the opposite direction, rubbing hard against his meat
and causing a double sensation in Steve's arse. When Pete pulled back from
his boy, the fake prong was shoved into the squelching cavern. The fury and
the passion that this motion generated in both Pete and Steve was
incredible, and it was no more than a few minutes before Pete felt Steve's
ring grip him tight and Steve's body shook with spasms as globs of hot white
cum spurted from his cock and covered his stomach. The sight of his
ejaculation, together with the indescribable feeling of fucking Steve and
having the dildo fuck him as well, was too much. Pete suddenly lurched
forward, shoving himself and the toy deeper into Steve's body than ever.
Buried completely within the boy, Pete trembled, and exploded as a gusher of
manjuice poured from his nuts and filled Steve's arse, slopping around
inside him, and dribbling back between the solid rubber of the toy and
Pete's throbbing cock.

                      ************************************

The four men had remained close friends after their 'orgy' in Mike and
Neale's dungeon. They often got together for drinks and a meal, or to head
out to the bars for a mutual exhibition of themselves, delighting in the
whispered comments and open stares of other people in their favourite
drinking holes. And they discussed everything with each other. Whilst they
had kept their sex to coupling, they openly informed the other couple of
everything they tried; what they enjoyed, what they didn't; what worked,
what needed more experimentation.

Both couples had conceded that whilst they had enjoyed their group session,
they felt happier and more comfortable being with their respective partners.
They had left the topic of another combined evening in limbo, not ruling it
out completely, but acknowledging that it was not something they wanted to
repeat too soon. That didn't stop them joking around about it, smiling as
they reminisced on that fantastic night, getting themselves horny and
aroused as they re-lived the experience.

When Pete told Mike and Steve about the double fucking that he and Steve had
found incredibly enjoyable, both had raised their eyebrows (and had to
adjust their hard-ons). Mike thought the idea exciting, thrilling, although
he wondered whether it could compare to fucking Neale's arse when it was
filled with anal balls and they were connected by chains and leather between
nipples, cock and anus. Neale found the thought somehow erotic, but was
unsure if he would enjoy it. He took far more pleasure from being connected
to Mike, being stabbed by his lover's thick fleshy dagger while he drank in
the vision of Mike swathed in black leather and glistening silver.

And so they found themselves, one night at the bar, standing around in a
favourite pose. Mike and Neale were dressed almost identically in caps and
harnesses, vests and armbands, their skin tight black chaps falling to
polished leather boots, their groins wrapped in supple leather pouches which
in truth hid nothing at all. As the two 'Masters' chatted easily, relating
their most recent exploits to each other, Neale and Steve stood obediently
by the side of their respective 'owners'. Neale was bare-headed, a wide dog
collar around his neck and a harness wrapping his torso, a silver chain
slung between his nipples. His chaps framed the triangle of leather encasing
his genitals, drawing attention to it rather than concealing anything. Mike
and Neale had chosen this particular posing thong because it was made of the
shiniest, tightest leather they could find, and as it gripped Neale's cock
like shrink-wrap, it also highlighted the shape of the PA through his
cockhead. Steve, for his part, was even more in the role of a slave. His
head was covered by a full face mask, with only slits for his mouth and
eyes. The harness he wore was an elaborate web of leather straps,
interspersed with two large metal rings that sat over and highlighted his
nipples, where each of the rings had tiny weights suspended from them. His
chaps were so tight they looked like a second skin, and every movement he
made caused the rippling, well defined muscles of his body to reflect in
shimmering waves through the black leather.

As usual, they attracted more than their share of stares from other patrons.
Comments and suggestions were made to them which they happily listened to,
but turned down the inevitable offers of sex from similarly clad leather
men. One particularly persistent guy, who had already proposed a group scene
three or four times in the past, came up to them again.

"Hey guys," he said, addressing Mike and Pete. "What about you two drag your
slaves back to my place, and we all get down to some serious play?"

Mike smiled at him. "Thanks for the offer, mate, but we're not interested,
okay?"

The intruder had obviously had a drink or two too many. "Well, fucking hell!
What's your problem anyway? Can't you work out which one belongs to who?
Seems to me you might as well just stay at home and all fuck each other
stupid. I don't know why you bother coming in here at all."

With that he turned and tried to walk away, stumbling as he did. All four of
the friends smiled their irritation at him and ignored him, but his comments
again raised the topic of orgies, and more specifically, their one night so
many months before.

Steve was the first to comment after he had gone. "Maybe he's right," he
said simply, with a grin on his face.

"What?" said Pete quickly, "Surely you don't want to stop coming for a drink
because of that fool?"

"No, no, you misunderstand." Steve said hurriedly. "I meant that maybe he's
right about us staying at home one night and 'fucking each other stupid'."

Mike chuckled at that, and Pete and Neale both grinned. Mike added, "You
mean, we stay at home and fuck YOU stupid! I'm sure you'd LOVE that!"

"Well, ..." Steve smirked with an evil look on his face.

"Too late," Pete chimed in. "I've already fucked him stupid."

"Then maybe I need to be fucked back into sense," Steve rejoined quickly.

"What makes you think YOU'LL get all the fucking?" Neale whined. "I figure
I'm entitled to a bit of that action as well!" They all laughed loudly at
that, as Neale slid his hand over Mike's groin and squeezed his man's
hardening cock through the leather pouch he wore.

                    ***********

Later that night, as they relaxed after yet another humping, pounding
session with Steve spread-eagled over the leather covered weight bench while
Pete sank his pile driving cock deep into his boy's gut, Steve ran his
fingers slowly across Pete's chiselled abs and along the slowly softening
tube of flesh that had so recently thrust into him.

"You know, Pete, I was only half joking tonight."

"About what?" Pete asked, caught unawares by the comment.

"About the four of us getting together again. I know we decided after last
time that we wanted to concentrate on just us, but its been six months, and
we tell them everything, and vice versa. I wouldn't be surprised if Mike and
Neale might be interested in a return bout. After all, they've seen our
'playroom', but they haven't had a chance to actually use it."

"Mmmm," Pete mused, letting his mind digest the possibilities. "It could be
fun I suppose. And since we all know that we are all safe, we could probably
do away with condoms all round. Do you want to ask them?" Suddenly Pete had
become enthusiastic about the opportunity.

"Yep!" Steve replied happily, nestling back into Pete's chest, the leather
and sweat comforting to him in the arms of the man he loved, and loved to
serve.

            ***************

A few days later, the four of them were together again. They had agreed to
meet at Steve and Pete's place for a pizza and beer after their workouts,
and spend the Friday night relaxing after the week. The usual banter went on
between them as they chatted happily amongst themselves, Pete sitting on the
sofa with Steve cuddling up against him, Mike on an armchair with his legs
spread and Neale sitting between them, leaning back against his man.

Without any preliminary discussion, Pete said simply "So, guys, how would
you feel about another group session?"

Steve's eyes lit up as he watched Mike and Neale, both of whom grinned and
began to joke about it. But Pete cut them off.

"No, seriously," he said, his voice becoming quieter. "We've been talking
about it," with that he reached for and held Steve's hand, "and we would
like to get into a 'return match' if you like. Ask you guys to come and use
our 'playroom' since we've all used yours. Of course, it goes without saying
that if you don't want to, we won't, and we won't have any hard feelings or
anything else."

Mike and Neale looked at each other with questioning eyes as Pete spoke.

Steve took the chance to join in. "We don't want you to think we're pushing
you into something you don't want guys. But think about it. We tell each
other everything, and I mean everything, when it comes to sex. At least the
physical side. Feelings, emotions are a different thing, and should be
private. But we all enjoy fucking hot leather sex, and we tell each other
about it. Shit, we've told you more about what we do than we could ever even
think about sharing with anyone else but ourselves, and the same applies for
you two I'm sure. The four of us have a really special relationship, and it
would be logical for us to get together again. Maybe this will be the last
time ever, maybe it won't." With that he seemed to run out of steam.

Pete had been studying Mike and Neale's faces as Steve spoke, and he knew
them well enough to know they were thinking seriously about agreeing. He
decided that it was time to lay down the rest of the proposal. "What we were
thinking is that we all know we're 'safe' - we've all been tested and
discussed it at length. If we do this, we'd make it a full-on,
no-holds-barred time. Make it the hottest we can imagine, really steamy.
It's up to you."

Mike and Neale looked at their friends again, then back to each other. Both
of them were already aroused by the thought of another 'orgy', but they
hadn't given it serious thought before now. Mike's eyes searched Neale's
face, and Neale knew his lover was ready to say 'yes' as long as Neale was
comfortable with it. He nodded at Mike and smiled at him. Mike smiled back.

"Okay, guys, you're on!" Mike said. They all broke into huge grins. It was
as if some tension had been released, and suddenly they were back to casual
chatter, except that now the subject was sex, unbridled and lustful,
animalistic masculine leather sex.

It was quickly settled that they would get together at Pete and Steve's
place the following night, and plan on making it a marathon session. As they
headed home, Mike said to Neale, "Are you really sure about this?"

Neale wrapped his arms around his lover. "Sure, my man. It's like last time
- I love YOU, and I'm never letting go, this is purely sexual, hot and
raunchy, but no emotional commitment, no mind games. Just hot, hot fucking.
We share it with Steve and Pete already, in words. Why not share it with
them in action from time to time? I'm not talking every week, but if the
four of us get together once or twice a year, what can it hurt?"

"I love you!" Mike declared.

"I love you too, stud," Neale said seriously, then smiled yet again at his
man, their arms entwined.

             ****************

Mike and Neale arrived at Steve and Pete's home at the arranged time the
following evening, anticipation keeping them both aroused and trembling.
Steve opened the door to them, his head enveloped in a black leather slave
hood, his eyes down. He addressed Mike only, already into his role as slave.

"Welcome, Sir, please come in." He did not speak to Neale. Mike stepped
inside with Neale following closely behind.

As the door was closed and locked, Mike looked around the dimly lit flat.
"Give us a moment to get ready, boy. Where's your Master?"

Steve did not reply, as Pete stepped into view. "Get into the playroom and
wait for us, slave!" Pete said to Steve, who immediately turned and did as
he was told. As he walked away, Mike noticed the base of a black butt plug
between Steve's cheeks. So Pete had been preparing his slave already! Mike
noted with approval. Pete then spoke to Mike.

"Good to see you again, my friend. You need to make some preparations?"

Mike nodded. "A few things we couldn't do until we got here -- have to make
allowances for riding over, and take some care," he explained. Pete smiled
in understanding.

"Come on into the playroom if you like, and finish up in there."

Mike and Neale quickly shucked off the jackets they wore and Mike grabbed a
small parcel of leather and chain, walking with Pete into the dungeon that
awaited their pleasure, leading a still silent Neale behind him, a metal
lead attached to a collar around Neale's neck.

In the room set aside for their pleasure, they found Steve waiting patiently
as ordered, standing in a corner, facing toward the door. He was garbed in a
harness of black leather bands which were connected to a collar around his
neck, the same collar buckled over the base of the full hood he wore. The
harness circled his pumped chest, pushing up below his pecs, then
surrounding his chest and waist. His legs were encased in the tightest
shining black chaps over polished boots, and his cock and balls outlined
within a soft thong of dark glistening hide. Pete stepped over to him and
placed a pair of manacles over his wrists, leading him to the leather
covered weight bench and making him lie face down on the narrow table.
Steve's ankles were then restrained with leather cuffs to the legs of the
bench so that he was prone along it, his groin and arse hanging off the
back, his knees pushed forward so that his butt was exposed and vulnerable.

Mike and Neale had looked around the room approvingly as they entered. It
was dark, the black painted walls and ceiling absorbing the little light
which came from candles set around the walls, and reflected back from the
mirrors on two of those walls. In the dimly illuminated room, the flickering
candle glow was punctuated with wisps of smoke, giving the whole place an
ethereal quality which was a perfect setting for the building excitement
amongst the four men. Mike watched as Pete cuffed and restrained his boy,
admiring his friend's chiselled bod, encased in gleaming black leather. Pete
wore a police style Master's cap and mirrored sunglasses, a simple harness
of four bands, two over his shoulders and two around his chest, which framed
his sculpted pectorals beautifully. His chaps positively bulged, the pumped
and worked muscles of his powerful legs rippling inside their leather
sheaths. Pete's lower arms were encased in long black leather gauntlets,
studded with small silver spikes, his biceps flexing against rings of black
leather buckled around his upper arms. At his groin, the tiniest piece of
supple leather held his large nuts, but his long cut meat dangled freely
between his legs, already semi hard as he busied himself with his slave.

Finding himself getting aroused by the sight of the other couple, Mike
turned his attention to himself and his own boy. Neale stood patiently
behind him, the lead from Neale's neck draped loosely over Mike's arm. Mike
stood in front of his slave, taking some of the items he had brought with
him in hand. Neale already wore an elaborate harness of wide leather straps
over his shoulders and around his chest, ribs and stomach, interconnected
with steel rings. The black leather sat easily upon Neale's six-pack abs and
ample chest, a single band of hide falling from his navel and disappearing
below the waistband of his chaps, to connect to a steel cockring circling
the base of his shaft and pushing his balls forward. Wrapped around Neale's
nuts was a leather sack, drawn tight and tied off at the top, encasing his
testicles in black hide such that from a quick glance he looked as though he
had black leather orbs where his genitals should be. His cock stood
partially hard, already leaking the first drops of pre-cum, the silver of
his Prince Albert glinting with reflected candle light.

Mike reached to his lover and quickly attached a thin metal chain to each of
the rings through Neale's nipples, connecting them. Then he snapped another
ring of metal over this chain. It attached to a length of silver which
dangled straight down until Mike caught it up and fixed the free end to the
surgical steel ring through Neale's cockhead. Neale was now wearing a `T'
shaped combination of silver chain that connected each of his tits to his
prick. His powerful, cyclist's legs were spread slightly, covered in
gleaming black leather, and Mike stood back and once again feasted his eyes
on the man he proudly called his lover and his slave-boy.

Satisfied with Neale's appearance, Mike then completed his own garb. He
already wore skin-tight black chaps and square toed, high sided boots
adorned with leather straps and silver rings. His ample manhood was
restrained inside a leather pouch, his testicles enveloped in supple hide
and his thick cock extending through a gap in the leather, but as yet hidden
behind a snap on cod-piece. Hidden may not have been the best description,
since the outline of his masculinity was clearly visible, an inviting tube
of gleaming leather at his groin. He wore short wrist bands on each arm, and
a harness of chains and leather connectors wrapped around his substantial
torso, glistening as it moved across the defined muscles. Matching his boy,
he fixed a silver chain between the rings in his tits, letting it hang a
little and swing as he moved. Finally, over his head he pulled and adjusted
a Master's hood -- a smooth supple leather cap which covered the top half of
his face and came down to the back of his neck. His nose and mouth were
free, his eyes highlighted by the rounded holes cut in the leather, and his
ears hidden beneath the hood.

As he finished his preparations, Mike glanced around the room. It was the
epitome of leather, and leathered sex. He felt his arousal increase as he
surveyed the place, and smiled to himself with anticipation as Pete finished
settling Steve into position and walked toward him, a smile on his face as
well.

"So, Mike, what are we going to do with these slave boys?" Pete said, an
evil tone in his voice.

Mike returned the look evenly. "I think they both need a bit of `warming
up', don't you? I know that one over there," he indicated Neale, standing in
the corner with metal threads dangling from his nipples and his cock, "will
get all hot and bothered pretty quick, if you tug on his chains."

Pete nodded. "Gladly," he said. "And if you're inclined to direct your
attention to the moaning heap on the bench, you'll find that despite his
protests, he loves having his arse worked." Mike looked to Steve as Pete
spoke, seeing again the base of the butt plug still lodged between his buns.
As Mike had suggested, Pete stepped up to Neale, running his eyes over the
handsome man and catching the swinging metal chain in his fingers.
Tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence, Pete jiggled and
pulled at the chain, amazed at the yearning, shaking look of pleasure which
spread over Neale's face. As Pete pulled at the metal, Neale's tits
stretched out from his chest and he moaned with delight. When the silver was
lifted upward, drawing against the ring through Neale's cock, he became
instantly rock hard. Pete too, was solid and throbbing, his prick standing
to attention, long strands of pre-cum dangling from him to the floor as one
hand manipulated the chains connecting Neale's chest and groin while the
other ran over the slave's body, fingering his nipples, squeezing his balls,
exploring the spot where the shining metal ring sank beneath his cockhead.

Mike had taken up a position behind the prone and restrained Steve, and
began by grabbing and rotating the butt plug within the boy's arse. As he
moved it from side to side, Steve moaned with delight, and Mike tugged at
the toy, pulling it back and stretching Steve's sphincter as he did. Shoving
the plug back in again, Mike quickly reached for several other items from
the shelves on the nearest wall, and turned his attention back to Steve's
exposed arse. He pulled the plug again, waving it around as he removed it,
then replaced it with a long black dildo, taking his time to plunge the
artificial cock in and out of the gasping slave. He wielded the toy like a
sword, shoving it in and out, or sliding it from side to side, rotating it
and bending it through the ravaged hole so that every part of Steve's rectum
was probed by the rubber dong. Mike then withdrew and discarded that toy,
replacing it with a dildo that had an inflatable head, and a pump pack. He
inserted the new toy into Steve's arse, then squeezed the pump which caused
a latex bulb at the head of the dildo to inflate. Soon, Steve's cavern was
filled to capacity by the growing ball of rubber and Mike pushed and pulled
at the shaft of the toy, causing the ball within Steve to move around and
massage his innards. Steve groaned and hissed with the aroused excitement as
his arse was worked over.

Pete watched Mike work on his boy as he yanked and tugged at Neale's body.
With a growing need, he pulled at Neale again, dragging him by the lead
around his neck to the sling. Pushing Neale back into the leather platform,
Pete lifted the boy's legs into the stirrups, and retrieved a set of anal
balls from the nearby counter. Handing Neale a bottle of amyl, Pete quickly
lubed the balls, and inserted them one by one into Neale's waiting hole.
Neale's body swallowed the latex covered spheres quickly, and he moaned
softly at the delight of them filling his cavity. Remembering that being
connected turned Neale on, Pete tied a length of leather cord to the
trailing end of the string on which the balls were placed, and attached the
other end to the chain between the boy's tits and his cock. Now, with a
single tugging motion, Pete could put exquisitely pleasurable pressure on
Neale's nipples, cock and arse, and tug at the balls buried within his body
all at once. Neale gasped with the sensational feeling each time Pete
dragged against the connecting chains.

Mike had kept up his assault on Steve's arse with every toy he could lay his
hands on, but as his own need grew, he had released Steve's restraints and
rolled him over so he lay on his back on the leathered bench. Mike then
found a length of leather cord which he tied through the collar around
Steve's neck. He took the other end, pulled it up and through the chain
connecting Mike's nipples, and wrapped it tightly around the boy's nuts,
tying the rolling testicles into a solid ball of flesh. This meant that
Steve was forced to keep his knees up or he would stretch the leather tie
between his neck and his balls, and Mike was connected to Steve so that each
movement by Mike sent pulling, tightening spasms of pleasurable pain into
Steve's groin. Mike could not see the slave's face, his head completely
engulfed in the leather hood, but he smirked at the look of the leathered
body bound up as it was. Steve looked up to see the leather half-face mask
on Mike, and thrilled again to the erotic sight he presented. With Steve's
arse open and exposed as it was, Mike pressed forward, unsnapped his
codpiece and sank his throbbing weapon deep into Steve's body, hard and
fast. As he hit bottom, buried to the root, his head went back and he looked
across to see Pete shoving his long steel hard rod into Neale's hole,
pushing between the balls still lodged in Neale's arse. Mike fucked hard and
fast into Steve, taking the boy for his own and using him well.

Neale gasped as Pete's tool filled him. With his gut still containing the
anal balls, he felt Pete's cock push them around inside him. With each
thrust and shove by Pete, the spheres of black latex in Neale's rectum
pulled again at the attached chain, sending electric tingles into his
throbbing cock as the PA pulled with the cord, and stretching his tits again
and again. The most sensitive parts of his body were interconnected into one
thrilling erogenous zone.

By some silent but understood signal, Mike and Pete disconnected themselves
from their fucking, and swapped places. Pete hunched over Steve's shaking
form, leaving the binding cord in place, and humped his long prod into the
gaping hole vacated by Mike. Mike in turn pounded his thick meat into
Neale's twitching arse, feeling the balls within his slave roll around and
massage his cock as he fucked. He tugged again at the chain on Neale's gut,
pulling at the Prince Albert just as he knew would drive Neale wild, and
grinned as the gasps from his lover became louder and more pronounced. Mike
and Pete shoved themselves into their boys, humping and pounding at Neale
and Steve harder, faster, spurred on by watching each other and encouraged
by the symphony of gasping breath, squelching wet holes, and rubbing
protesting leather. They matched each other's rhythms, ploughing into their
slaves in a rough, all powerful fucking.

Pete sensed that he was near the point of no return, and with a reluctant
hiss, withdrew completely, and stood up, feasting his eyes on the writhing
leather covered body below him. Mike watched as his friend pulled out, and
knew he too did not want to hit his peak yet. Removing his throbbing manhood
from the slave beneath him, he stood back to catch his breath, keeping Neale
on the edge by continuing to tug at the chains connecting the boy's arse,
cock and chest. Taking a particularly large butt plug, Pete nodded silently
to Steve, who drew a deep snort of amyl, and as the effects wracked Steve's
body Pete shoved the toy into him, forcing the bulb through Steve's
resisting sphincter and watching satisfied as his partner's hole closed
tightly around the core.

Pete approached Mike and Neale at the sling, the sight of his friends
extremely arousing as Mike stood there, his large cock throbbing while he
tugged at the chains attached to Neale's body. Reaching between them, Pete
placed one hand on Mike's arse, giving him a firm grope, and took the end of
the anal balls in the other, and pulled. With the pressure, the black
spheres popped from Neale's body one after the other, the sight of them
exiting the slave turning both Mike and Pete on again. Pete lifted the
balls, still attached to the rest of Neale, and deposited them on his
stomach. Standing beside Mike, with one arm around his fellow Master's
waist, Pete lunged forward and buried his long cut prick into Neale in a
single thrust. He began fucking the boy with measured strokes, one hand
playing over Neale's body, the other rubbing and groping across Mike's arse
and back. Mike for his part, watched fascinated as Neale's hole was pierced
by Pete. He thrilled to the touch of Pete's hand on him, and returned the
favour, one hand running up and down Pete's torso, pinching at his friend's
nipples and tracing the lines of his harness. Mike's other hand strayed to
Pete's groin, and soon Mike's fingers were around the pistoning shaft of
Pete's cock, sandwiched between Pete's abdomen and Neale's anus.

Pete again felt himself building toward climax, and again he held back,
pulling himself from Neale's body. Now Mike stepped in again, and Mike and
Pete reversed places, Mike fucking hard at Neale while Pete played with
Mike's chest and circled his invading prong with his fingers. For quite a
long time, the two Masters alternated in their fucking of the gasping,
writhing Neale, who held on with all his strength, desperately fighting
against the waves of pleasure crashing through his body. Sensing that Neale
could not resist much longer, Mike moved back from him, and drew Pete away
as well.

Leaving Neale to recover, Mike moved to the bench again where Steve had been
lying and watching the treatment of his fellow slave. Mike leaned over
Steve's body, ran his hands over the boy's chiselled abs and pinched the
firm tits, then grabbed hold of the butt plug. Steve quickly toked on the
bottle of amyl, and relaxed, as Mike eased the huge toy from his arse. But
he didn't leave Steve empty for long, shoving his thick cock into the void
left by the plug. As he fucked at Pete's slave, Mike looked at Pete and
pointed to the head of the bench. "Fuck his face, man! Shove yourself into
his throat, now."

Pete quickly moved to follow Mike's suggestion, and as Mike's thick rod
rammed in and out of Steve's arse, Pete's long pole was swallowed by Steve,
sliding down his throat, as Pete fucked his boy's face. Steve was aching
with excited arousal as he serviced the two men at once, and Pete and Mike
were pushing themselves into a state of passionate abandon as they watched
each other, both outfitted in fantastic black leather, their fit and pumped
bodies humping into the leather wrapped muscular frame of Steve, sandwiched
between them. At a hissed command from Pete, Mike pulled himself from
Steve's body, and the two dominant men changed positions. Now Pete thrust
himself into Steve, pounding at the compliant body, while Mike buried his
mighty tool into the slave's gullet. They took turns fucking Steve's arse
and face for what seemed hours. Mike especially loved the view of his own
cock pressing through the hole in the black leather mask to find the hot
wetness of Steve's mouth, and the suckling vacuum of the boy's throat around
his meat.

Steve was writhing, shuddering as the waves of pleasure rolled over him, his
excitement building and his body tingling. He knew he could not hold back
much longer with the double joy of having his face and his butt penetrated
by the two hot muscled leathermen. Pete saw the signs too, and signalled
Mike to ease off for a few minutes, to cool the scene. When they did
eventually cum, it was going to be a sea of ejaculate, he thought.

Pete sat his boy up on the bench, and swung him around. Running his hands
possessively over the pumped body, he had Steve lie face down sideways
across the bench now, so it supported only his stomach. Mike saw what he
did, and went to the now rested Neale, helping him from the sling, and
leading him to the bench, where he had Neale lie alongside Steve's panting
form. Now both slaves were next to each other, face down, their arses
exposed. Mike looked excitedly at the inviting view of Neale's twitching
anus, the pink rosebud set between the firm white hemispheres of his buns,
and framed by the gleaming black leather of his chaps.

Mike felt his urges propel him, and Neale's hole was quickly filled by his
thick meat, as again he humped roughly, needingly at his boy. Pete, inspired
by the sight, followed his friend, and soon the two masters were fucking
their boys in powerful strokes, so close they were rubbing against each
other. After a while, Pete pulled himself from Steve's arse and swung around
to fuck his face instead. With both of the slaves' faces close together,
Pete then began to alternate, shoving his long weapon into first Steve's
throat, then withdrawing to assault Neale's mouth and lips, before swapping
back again. As he did so, Mike found the thought of fucking the two at the
same time so exciting that he copied Pete's movements, thrusting his pole
into Neale, then dragging himself out to shove himself hard into Steve's
waiting arse, pounding at him for a few strokes before returning to Neale
again. For a considerable time, Pete and Mike continued this marathon,
changing places from time to time, so that they kept up a barrage of
penetration, each of them quickly forcing their very masculinity into each
of the boys' mouths and arses.

Eventually, Mike called a rest. All four of them had come close to the edge
several times over. His entire body was tingling, alive, and he revelled in
the feelings, but wanted it to last even longer yet. Directing Steve and
Neale to lie on the leather covered mattress, Mike and Pete sat by their
partners, breathing hard and allowing their overheated libidos to subside,
but just a little. Pete ran his hands over Steve's sweaty body, enjoying the
slipperiness of his boy's skin within his leather bindings. He retrieved the
butt plug that had been discarded by Mike some hours earlier, and giving
Steve a slap on the rump, began to ease the toy back into the slave's hole,
pressing forward insistently until Steve's sphincter closed around it yet
again. As Mike sat and watched, Pete then pushed Neale's legs up and back.
The string of anal balls was still attached to the chains connecting Neale's
nipples and cock, and Pete ran his fingers along Neale's shaft, playing with
the piercing and becoming aroused all over again by the sight of the silver
steel through the slave's cockhead. Applying a little more lube, he slowly
fed the balls back into Neale's hole, watching intently as one by one they
were swallowed up and drawn into the boy's rectum.

With both of the submissive men plugged and filled again, Pete turned and
smiled at his fellow Master. Mike grinned happily, content to let Pete take
whatever idea he had to the next stage. Pete stood upright on the mattress,
his arms crossed and his legs spread, his long cock slimy from the constant
insertion into both slaves, throbbing and hardening again.

"You two!" he commanded. Steve and Neale were instantly alert, ready to
obey. "I think my prick needs a wash. Get over here, on your knees, and lick
it!"

Neale and Steve complied quickly, kneeling together, face to face. They both
leaned into Pete's groin, and their tongues fought with each other for space
along his shaft and over the leather cushion holding his nuts. The two
licked and sucked as they could, coating Pete's prong in saliva and cleaning
him up. Their mouths collided from time to time and they licked at not only
Pete, but at each other as they sandwiched his masculinity between them.

Mike found the sight so horny that he lifted himself to his feet, and came
to stand facing Pete, taking up the same stance, legs spread and arms
crossed. The subs needed no direction to include Mike's thick cock in the
target of their mouths, and soon Mike and Pete were only inches apart,
groins pushed forward and cocks rubbing together as Neale and Steve tried to
lick and suck at both of them at once. Almost involuntarily, Mike's arms
uncrossed, and his hands began to wander, first of all to hold Neale's hair
and to rub the leather hood on Steve's head, then up, to trace the lines of
Pete's harness and run his fingers over the sculpted chest of his friend.
Pete moaned with delight at the combined licking and the touch of Mike's
fingers. His eyes drank in the sight of his hot leathered friend, and his
hands reached for Mike's shoulders, running down the powerful arms and back
across Mike's six-pack abdomen. Soon the two men were groping and feeling at
each other while their boys slavered and suckled at their pricks, and at
each other.

The double attention from Steve and Neale caused such an arousal in Pete
that he ached with desire. For some reason, into his mind came the picture
of Steve's arse being fucked by both his cock and the dildo at the same
time. His cock jerked suddenly at the mental image, and a thought came to
him. He grinned to himself, and looked at the other three men. Neale and
Steve continued to service both himself and Mike, and Mike stood there,
looking so incredibly hot and masculine.

Backing away from the knot of bodies, Pete pushed Neale and Steve away from
himself and Mike. He whispered his plans to Mike, whose own cock jumped to
instant full erection. Mike's face beamed, and another idea came to him, but
he said nothing yet to Pete or to the others.

Forcing Steve to bend forward on his knees, Pete reached down and with a
firm grip pulled the butt plug from Steve's body, his boy gasping with a
mixture of pleasure and disappointment as the toy exited him. "Don't worry,
boy, you're in for a hell of a lot more than that yet!" Pete hissed at him.
Moving to the sling, Pete had Steve stand to one side, and Mike lifted Neale
to his feet, tugging yet again at the chain which hung from the balls still
buried in Neale's arse and joined to his tits and his Prince Albert.

Pete climbed onto the sling himself as Neale and Steve watched in surprise.
He lay back on the suspended leather platform and lifted his boots into the
stirrups, sensuously playing with himself, stroking his long cock as he did.

While Pete adjusted his position to get comfortable, Mike unsnapped the
metal chain where it connected to Neale's PA, and attached it instead to the
chain which ran between Mike's own nipples. Now he and his boy were
connected yet again, and any movement by Mike dragged against Neale's
sensitive tits, and the balls lodged inside his body. Mike moved closer to
the sling where Pete was lying and Steve standing, watching curiously. Neale
was forced to follow, unable to separate from his Master by more than a
couple of feet.

Pete ordered Steve. "Get up here, boy!" he said. "Climb onto me and sit on
my cock, facing away from me."

Steve grinned with delight and hurried to obey, as Mike helped him to get up
and straddle Pete, both of them swinging in the sling. With assistance from
both Mike and Pete, Steve lowered his ravaged sphincter over Pete's long
upright prick easily enough, sitting on his Master. Then Pete pulled him
back, and Mike grabbed his legs, so that Steve lay back, his body lengthwise
on top of Pete, his legs spread and raised, his feet pressing against Pete's
boots. Mike grabbed another dildo, long and black, and a vacuum pump sleeve,
laying both toys on Steve's stomach as he assisted the slave to get into
position. Steve delighted in the sensation as Pete's cock lodged within his
guts from behind, and wondered at what the two dominant men had planned.

Once Pete and Steve were locked together and steadied in the swaying
platform, Mike moved forward behind them. The chain from his nipples ran up
and over his shoulder to Neale's body, pulling Neale hard into Mike's back
and forcing him to follow his master into the space between Pete and Steve's
raised, leather clad legs. Smearing lube on his thick cock, Mike passed a
bottle of amyl to Steve. He drew a deep breath. As the slave's arse twitched
again, Mike pushed forward, nudging himself at the point where Pete's dong
joined with Steve's body. Pete held still, and Steve pushed back against
him, willing himself to relax and to open, and as he did, Mike pressed on
and in, the head of his prick forcing Steve apart as it rubbed against
Pete's shaft and pierced the slave's ring of muscle. With a gasp from the
boy and a grunt from Mike, the thick head of Mike's cock entered Steve's
body and the slave's sphincter closed around it, clenching hard at the two
shafts now locked together within him.

Mike stopped, allowing Steve to adjust to the double penetration, and giving
him time to draw another breath from the bottle of amyl. Mike marvelled at
the incredibly tight squeezing sensation around his cock, and the strange
feeling of having himself pressed hard against Pete's dong as the two
Masters fought for the limited space within Steve's body. The very sight of
his cock mashed against that of Pete, Steve's arse clamped around both, was
unbelievably arousing, and Mike ached with desire and need as he allowed
Steve to accustom himself to them. The slave boy twitched and pushed, and
Pete's hands came up to play across Steve's chest, pulling at his nipples
and tugging at the straps of his harness. As he let out  a long deep moan,
Mike took his opportunity, and heaved himself forward, sinking the full
length of his long thick cock into the tight and gripping hole of Steve's
arse. With a cry of surprise which quickly changed to groaning excitement,
Steve accepted the new invasion, swallowed Mike inside him. Mike's shaft
drove into the wet cavern, rubbing along the length of Pete's throbbing
weapon as he did, until his cockhead pressed into Steve's guts, and his
balls mashed against Pete's nuts, the bases of both their pricks holding the
boy's arse wide open. Again Mike came to  a stop, this time for his own
benefit as he waited for the incredible sensations washing over him to
subside a little.

His thoughts turned to his own slave, still chained to Mike, Neale's
ball-filled arse and nipples connected to Mike's own chest by the silver
metal. With each movement he made, Mike dragged Neale's muscular body hard
against his own back, and forward toward the prone body of Steve as the two
Masters fucked the slave in the sling together.

"Neale," hissed Mike to the man behind him. "Fuck my arse, boy! Shove that
ringed, pierced cock of yours into me, now!"

Pete and Steve heard the command Mike issued, and each of them tingled with
excitement. The thought of Mike being fucked himself as he joined with Pete
in fucking Steve sent a buzz of erotic thrills through the pair in the
sling. Mike held his position, his thick meat throbbing and hard as a rock
with Steve's arse clenched around it and Pete's cock rubbing against it. He
felt Neale's PA nudge against his arse, felt the cool metal against his
tender skin and trembled with anticipation. As the pressure at his rear
increased, he pushed back, willing himself to relax while Steve's sphincter
continued to grip at his own prick.

Neale shuddered as he moved forward, pointing his metal tipped meat at his
Master's hole. The chain running from Mike's nipples was still attached to
his chest, and then dropped down to pull against the balls lodged within his
arse, and every movement by Mike was reflected in waves of tingling pleasure
through Neale's torso and rectum. Upon Mike's order to fuck his man, Neale's
cock had jumped and swelled with anticipation, and he slowly pushed his
throbbing, rock hard pole with its steel ring into the puckering target of
Mike's arse. He felt the initial resistance give way, felt the warm wetness
envelope his cockhead as he inched forward. Mike's body opened to accept his
invading spear, his Master surrendered to the slave cock that violated the
pumped and masculine body on command, and Neale ached with aroused pleasure
as he penetrated his lover.

Mike felt the ringed weapon of his slave penetrate his arse, delighted as
the steel and flesh rubbed against his prostate and sank deep within him. As
Neale's prong filled his rectum, he clamped his muscles around the hot
poker, welcoming it within himself. When Neale reached his full length,
buried himself completely within Mike's arse, Mike sighed with the
sensations of ecstasy that overtook his body. His hole was plugged by
Neale's sword, his thick throbbing weapon plunged into Steve's body, Pete's
cock twitching and burning hard against his own. Then Pete started to move,
thrusting up and into Steve's arse, and carrying Mike along with him. That
resulted in Neale's cock sliding back then pressing forward again as Mike
thrust into Steve and Neale pressed into Mike. The combination was almost
enough to send Mike over the edge, but he hung on, willing himself to relax
as his three companions began to move, finding a rhythm of thrusts and
withdrawals as they acted as one in lusty sexual delight.

The four friends were now joined as one being, humping slowly in time with
each other, thrills of ecstatic pleasure racing through each of them. Mike
moaned with delight at the sensations rolling through him, but he wasn't
quite done just yet. Reaching for the vacuum pump tube on Steve's gut, he
slid it under the waistband of the pouch encasing the slave boy's cock, and
with his other hand guided Steve's prick into the lubed cylinder. Quickly
squeezing the control bulb, Mike sucked the air from the tube and Steve's
meat began to stretch and lengthen inside the transparent sleeve, as the
slave gasped with joy at the feelings enveloping his prong. Mike left the
toy in place, not fully pumped but enough to keep Steve moaning, and picked
up the long black dildo. Using his fingers to explore, Mike found the
puckering muscles of Pete's arsehole, also exposed as he lay in the sling
with Steve on top of him and Mike pressing against him as they both
penetrated the slave. Quickly, Mike pressed the artificial dong into Pete,
eliciting a groaned `uunnnhhhhh" from his friend as the toy slid deep into
his gut, probing his rectum and nudging against the wall of his bowel. As
the dildo sank into Pete's body, Mike held it in place with one hand, and
re-started the thrusting motions of his penetration of Steve's arse, and the
simultaneous backing onto and away from Neale's ringed cock lodged in his
anus.

A symphony of masculine sex filled the room as all four men bucked and
trembled, rocking against each other in erotic motion. Gasps, groans and
grunted obscenities escaped each mouth as they cursed and hissed at each
other. Wet squelching sounds accompanied the heavy breathing and mixed with
the squeal of rubbing leather. An aromatic mix of candle grease, leather,
amyl and manly sweat pervaded the dungeon and inflamed their desire as each
of them effectively fucked and was fucked at the same time.

Neale felt his entire body was alive. As his Master hunched forward and
back, every motion tugged at the chain from Mike's nipples. It pulled at
Neale's tits and dragged at the string of balls filling his rectum, making
them move and jiggle within his depths. At the same time, his long prick,
throbbing and hard as steel, was gripped and held within his Master's body,
the hot wet cavern of Mike's arse squeezing and massaging him as his pierced
cock thrust in and out of Mike's chute.

Even as Neale shook with desire, Pete's nerves screamed with the combination
of sensations racing through him. Lying back into the sling, Steve's weight
rested on him, pressing down against him, while his arse throbbed with the
constant assault from the dildo Mike was wielding. The long tube of black
rubber plumbed him and filled him, and he groaned with each inward jab. But
even more intense was the pleasure focussed on his cock. His long rod was
buried deep inside Steve, and hard against his throbbing flesh was Mike's
cock, the two held together by his slave's sphincter as he and Mike acted as
one in fucking Steve, their poles pressed tightly together and joining in
thrusts and jabs into the hissing gasping boy lying on top of him.

Mike humped into Steve in unison with Pete, their joined pricks like a
single, gigantic phallus pounding the stretched and clenching hole of
Steve's arse. The boy's hot moist rectum slurped and moved around his
masculinity as Mike trembled with barely controlled passion as he and Pete
double fucked the slave between them, ploughing themselves deep into his
arse. And with each thrust forward and pull back, Mike had the incredible
joy of his prostate massaged and rubbed by the rough solidity of Neale's
ringed weapon fucking into him and filling his body with flesh and steel.

Lying back onto Pete, and swaying in the sling, Steve twitched with electric
shocks of pleasure as his body bore the indescribable pleasure of not one
but two huge meaty cocks penetrating his inner being. With his Master, Pete,
below him, and Mike standing behind him, Steve gasped with each inward
thrust as both Mike and Pete sank their prongs into his stretched hole. It
was as if he were being fucked by a huge log of manflesh, bigger than
anything imaginable, as both cocks filled his gut and ravaged his anus. And
if that were not enough, his cock throbbed and ached with the suctioning of
the vacuum tube surrounding it, pulled and enlarged by the pressure of the
toy and ready to explode.

Locked together in a frenzy of masculine lust, the four men sweated and
hissed, pounded and humped at each other and took their own poundings at the
hands, and cocks, of their partners. They formed a roiling, hunching mass of
man flesh and black leather as they heaved and groaned, gasped and fucked in
unison, a single, pulsing, all consuming, passionate beast. Each of them
individually trembled with exhilaration as his arse was filled and his
rectum assaulted, and all of them ached with building passion as their cocks
relayed the erotic pleasure of the suctioning grip around their respective
pricks as they thrust and jabbed, fucked and pumped at each other. Their
hands explored, feeling the delightful texture of leather and the slippery
moisture of sweaty skin. The sling swayed and groaned under the weight and
the demands made upon it and the men in and around it surrendered themselves
to complete ecstasy as they fucked their way to a crescendo, nerves tingling
and bodies shuddering with indescribable pleasure.

It was when Pete and Mike stopped fucking into Steve as one, and reversed
their humping so that as Pete's cock thudded into Steve, Mike was pulling
back from the boy's arse, that they knew the point of no return was close.
With the two pricks assaulting him and at the same time rubbing against each
other, Steve writhed in ecstasy. His sphincter was being pushed against and
pulled back all at once. Pete shuddered as his tool slid back from his boy's
arse while Mike's thick cock pushed in the opposite direction, the friction
against his sensitive flesh unbelievable. The double fucking that Pete and
Mike delivered to the twitching body sandwiched between them ravaged Steve's
hole and stimulated the two Masters as their dicks ground against each
other, held in place by the grip of the slave's arse. Neale pounded into
Mike as they did, every shake and hump by his Master relayed into his tits
and his arse by the connecting metal chain.

Mike was the first to hit his peak. The combination of Neale's pierced and
throbbing rod in his arse with the gripping muscles of Steve's sphincter
wrapped around his cock as it pounded in and out, in constant contact with
Pete's long hot weapon, was too much to resist. He tried to hold on, but his
nerves raced and his body surrendered. With a stifled hiss, he thrust deeply
into Steve once more, and his cock exploded in a fountain of white cream as
he shot his load far inside the slave. At the same time, his arse clamped
tightly around Neale's prick, gripping it like a vice as he shoved himself
hard into Steve. Neale cried out with joy as his cock was milked and clamped
by Mike's rear, and his balls contracted, his shaft pumping a geyser of
ejaculate deep into his Master. As Mike's cock spewed its load into Steve,
the searing hot cum flooded the boy's innards and drowned Pete's humping
rod. Pete responded with a bellow of delight, screaming out his release of
passionate need as he too shot torrents of jism into Steve's arse and along
Mike's throbbing shaft. As the two men filled him with cum, Steve ached and
trembled, desperate for satisfaction. His arse clenched at the double
invasion of the two cocks, and his hands fell to his groin, where he found
the vacuum pump bulb. He released the pressure on his stretched prick, and
as if he had flicked a switch, his nuts poured their heavy load of manjuice
into the freed shaft as he flooded his abdomen and his leather pouch with
the fruit of his loins.

The four men gasped and shook as they pounded their way through the massive
simultaneous climax, four orgasms becoming one as they heaved and came, a
flood of male essence enveloping them. Locked together as they were, the
crescendo of their sex peaked and held, each inspired and aroused by the
combination of the group, the ultimate in masculine lust personified in the
leathered, perspiring mass of intertwined bodies.

Finally, the waves of passion rolled over them and the tide of arousal
receded. Slowly, cautiously, they extricated themselves from each other,
exhausted and sated. As one, the four collapsed in a heap of arms, legs and
leathered bodies onto the leather covered mattress on the floor of the room,
gasping for breath and smiling the grins of total bliss.

In a low voice, Steve gasped between breaths, "Hey guys, let's NOT wait six
months before we do this again, okay?" His comment was greeted with a chorus
of laughs and shaking heads as the four friends rolled around, a shining
black leather mass of intertwined limbs and muscled bodies. They all knew at
that moment that what they had was far far more than just a friendship. The
four had become one, and would stay that way.

The End

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