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Bondage 10: Daniel's Birthday

Morning

Daniel awoke to feel the first warm rays of the sun reaching through the angled studio windows high above. Instantly, he was aware of the still-slumbering form of his lover, Matt, beside him, and a moment later, he remembered the date - it was Saturday, his birthday.

The air in the big apartment was quiet, and dust motes lazily danced in the shafts of sunlight. A sheen of sweat had formed on Daniel's brow and the sheets were sticky with the spent ardor of the previous night's lovemaking, so Daniel gently pushed the soft cotton sheets away from his upper body. He saw that Matt, in his sleep, had already done so, for the sheets on Matt's side lay low about his hips. Daniel glanced at his friend's muscular back. Matt was highly tanned, and a narrow strip of untanned flesh was exposed just above where the sheets covered his buttocks and lower body.

Daniel sighed in contentment. He almost always awoke before Matt, and he would use the quiet moments to drowsily flush the remainder of dreams from his mind, set goals for the upcoming day, and reflect upon his generally pleasant life. He stretched, and at his left ankle he could feel the encircling warmth of a locked, leather-lined shackle. The shackle's short chain was fastened to the metal corner post of the scarred old bed, and it had been placed there by Daniel himself before he went to sleep.

Matt didn't approve of overnight bondage sessions and often refused to give in to Daniel's desires, but Daniel liked the warm, limiting feel of ropes and chains against his flesh. Matt had said nothing, the night before, as Daniel had attached the shackle, but still sweaty from their pairing, had watched with a purposefully neutral expression (which might have hidden secret amusement). As a prelude to love making, Matt was generally more excited by Daniel's body than by bondage, but he gamely obliged Daniel's desires most of the time, and sometimes even allowed himself to be tied up by Daniel. Matt didn't feel a need, a desire, a satisfaction in being bound, vulnerable, and exposed, not the way Daniel did.

Daniel thought about that. He knew that Matt felt as much love for him as he did for Matt. That love was deeply satisfying, within him and a part of him, love that he knew he could never abandon. Something like this, Daniel reflected, was what his parents must feel for each other.

He and Matt were so much alike, and so very much unalike. Physically, Matt was a body builder, with big striated abdominals and massive arms and legs. Daniel was whimpy compared to Matt, small and slender, with the lightweight, elongated build of an Olympic swimmer.

Matt was a year older than Daniel, and came from a working-class family. Matt's father was a diesel mechanic, and his mom had stayed home to raise kids. Daniel's father was a lawyer, and his mother sold real estate. (A million in sales last year. Daniel was proud of his mom.)

Student loans and a job at the health club kept Matt in school, but maintaining a B or better average kept the parental bucks flowing for Daniel. In fact, the need to make good grades was responsible for he and Matt having met. Daniel, finding himself floundering in an introductory calculus class, had been referred by a teacher's assistant to Matt as a tutor. At the time, both had been living in dorms on campus, but a relationship had soon developed between them, and after weeks of searching Daniel had found the rental room in the old, converted paint factory that they now shared.

Daniel smiled. He knew that two things about him confused his friend. One was that Daniel was bisexual. Although he dearly loved Matt, he also had a ongoing relationship with a young woman, the warm, dizzying, unquenchable Taylor from downstairs (who also, it turned out, was bisexual, and lived with her lover, Sarah. The second thing that confused Matt was the very fact that Daniel was such an ardent bondage enthusiast. He loved to be tied, chained, and shackled, and loved seeing other people being tied, chained, and shackled.

Even though Matt had come to accept these two characteristics of Daniel's, sometimes Matt questioned Daniel about how he had come to be that way. Daniel could only answer that he had always been like that. His first erections were from reading comic books, where, at least once per episode, the (often hunky) hero was bound and gagged and forced to kneel in front of the enemy's throne, or staked out (shirtless and) spread-eagled under the (descending) razor-sharp pendulum, or any of a dozen standard perils. Comic books were his earliest turn-on.

At the age of twelve, Daniel had persuaded an eleven-year old cousin named Joshua to hog-tie him in the back yard. While Daniel, barefoot and shirtless, squirmed in delight, his mother had glanced out of a kitchen window and then put a stop to the horse play, leaving a frustrated Daniel with dirt on his chest and marking the outline of an aching erection inside his jeans. Of course, he had no desire whatsoever to explain any part of this to his mom.

Because of this event, Daniel had become far more circumspect in his bondage play. Alone in his room and in the loft above the garage, he had practiced auto-bondage, binding himself with rope and a pair of handcuffs that he had secretly purchased at a pawn shop. He enjoyed fantasizing that he was helpless and vulnerable. In high school, he discovered that he was equally attracted to girls and boys, and determined that with a little planning and the right amount of luck, he could find himself in bed with either sex. Getting his choice of partner into the sack was one thing, though, but getting them to tie him up was another thing entirely.

Matt grunted and began to wake up. Daniel had watched the process hundreds of times and could almost have choreographed his partner's movements. First, Matt's arms moved. One arm pushed beneath the pillow and another came up to shield his face from the morning light. Then Matt burrowed his face into the pillow, as if seeking more darkness and more slumber. The quality of Matt's breathing changed, going from sleep to wakefulness. As Daniel grinned, Matt groaned again.

"Wha'zit?" Matt grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.

Daniel resisted the urge to laugh aloud. Instead he looked at the Mickey Mouse clock on the bed stand. "It's after nine," he said softly.

Matt gave out a longer groan. At this point, he would either go back to sleep or stretch a leg over the side of the bed, testing the still air for its lack of firmness, Daniel supposed. For a moment, nothing happened, and then Matt's right knee flexed. Casually, he slipped his leg over to the edge of the bed, with his foot dangling over the side. This movement made the covers slip further down, and Daniel had a view of Matt's ass. Just this view was enough to spark Daniel's imagination and get some attention from his cock. As if it had a mind of it's own, it plumped and began to slide up his right thigh.

In vain, of course. Matt wasn't into early morning lovemaking. He wasn't a morning person.

"Gotta pee," Matt said, which was an uncharacteristically clear communication for so early in the morning. He threw the covers the rest of the way back and found his feet on the wooden flooring. He yawned, and then looked at Daniel, who had the sheet gathered modestly about his waist. "Mornin'," he said, and yawned again.

Daniel grinned.

Matt looked blank and fuzzy for a long moment, and then said, "Oh," as realization descended. "It's your birthday."

Daniel nodded.

They had struck a deal. Daniel's birthday present, at Daniel's request, was to be twenty-four hours in bondage. It had started at midnight Friday, when the shackle first cinched around his ankle, and would end at midnight Saturday. By fastening the shackle himself, Daniel had kicked off the period, as well as having indicated that he was a willing participant.

Matt grinned too, although somewhat ruefully. It seemed that he had a slave for the day. Daniel would do anything he asked (ordered), but he had promised to ensure that Daniel would spend the entire time bound in some fashion.

"Well," said Matt, "I still gotta pee. Hang loose."

With that, he stood up and walked naked across the room. Daniel watched him go, watching the play of muscles on Matt's back, ass, and legs. Matt padded past the cabinet that held the key to the shackle at Daniel's ankle. The key would remain there until and if Matt decided to release him. Matt disappeared into the bathroom, and Daniel heard the rustle of Matt's piss against ceramic, and a moment later, the shower starting. For a second, he wondered if Matt remembered that he was chained to the bedpost. It was a well-developed part of their routine that they showered together in the large, industrial-style shower room each morning.

After a moment, a sleepy-eyed Matt reappeared, and he walked across the room to the closet where he and Daniel kept their collection of bondage toys. The closet's door obstructed Daniel's view, but he heard the jangle of chains being moved, the soft susurration of ropes sliding over cardboard boxes, and he grinned. Matt had not forgotten.

"One of these days," Matt said, "I'm gonna make you straighten all this junk out. Maybe get some hooks and stuff and hang it all neatly up." Matt stepped around the door, and Daniel could see that he carried a pair of handcuffs and a pair of brightly reflective ankle shackles. Stainless steel. The length of chain between the anklets was about eighteen inches, and Matt liked to refer to them as the "hobble chains".

"Then," said Matt, "it won't take so long to locate the proper

. . equipment." He elbowed the closet door closed and padded over to the bed. Daniel folded the bed sheets away from his lower body and looked up at his lover, his partner, his owner, his master. "Here," said Matt, handing Daniel the anklets, "put these on."

As Daniel obediently leaned forward, Matt admired the slender boy's form. After the metal anklets clicked into place, Matt ordered, "On your belly." Seconds later, he was attaching the silver cuffs to Daniel's wrists. With his left hand, Matt ran his index finger up the warm line between Daniel's ass cheeks, brushing lightly against Daniel's anus. When the bound boy squirmed, Matt smiled and said, "Hold that thought," and then he padded across the room to the cabinet and retrieved the key to the shackles. He realized that he would also need the key to the handcuffs, and he walked back to the closet. The keys were hanging on a hook, attached to a short chain like soldiers use for dog tags.

This was imminently practical, because one of the safest places to keep the keys of bondage devices is around the neck of the victim. In severe cases, a bit of surgical tape would serve to hold them down against the captive's chest, making escape impossible while still providing easy access to the releasing key.

Matt opened the small padlock on the leather restraint, leaving the key hanging in the lock. "Let's head for the showers," Matt told Daniel. Daniel turned over, and Matt assisted him to the edge of the bed by simply grabbing the length of chain between Daniel's ankles and dragging his legs sideways. He watched as Daniel's bound feet found the floor and the boy stood up. "C'mon," said Matt. With a hand at Daniel's left elbow, he guided the boy toward the restroom. Due to the length of the chain, Daniel was unable to make normal strides. It took almost a minute for them to cross the room.

Matt stopped in front of a stall. "You gotta?" he asked. Daniel nodded. "In you go," said Matt. Daniel stepped forward. His need was fairly urgent, but his cock was at half-mast. Hitting the oval target with his hands bound behind his back would be tricky. Tricky, yes, but not impossible. (Daniel had had practice). Matt walked away, leaving Daniel alone to his toiletry. Daniel looked at the commode, and then flexed his knees and gripped the bowl with the inside of his knees. He leaned forward until his forehead contacted the tiles, and then he willed himself to pee. A dribble came out. Feeling far more need, he employed a mental device inspired by the space shuttle program. "Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . three, two, one, blast-off!" he said softly, and was rewarded by a slight, then strengthening stream. (Sometimes, it seems, it takes a while for everything inside to get in proper alignment, or something.)

After a short eternity (it always seems to take forever when pissing past a partial hardon), Daniel had finished. He pressed the handle of the "Flush-o-matic" with his forehead, arched his back and stood up, and hobbled out of the stall to find Matt.

Matt was standing in front of one of the sinks, critically examining his face in the mirror. At the age of twenty-one, Matt was still finding an occasional zit, and it offended him immensely. Daniel came and stood behind him, silently.

"In there," said Matt, hooking a thumb in the direction of the showers. Obediently, Daniel headed for the shower room. Matt had started the two corner showers, and a rush of steam gushered upward from the cool tile floor. Daniel knew that Matt had chosen the two corner showers specifically, for an exposed pipe ran right between the two, and if Daniel stood on tiptoe, he could just clasp his hands around the pipe. They had employed the pipe before.

"Key" said Matt. He had padded into the shower behind Daniel. Daniel obediently lowered his head, making it easy for Matt to retrieve the chain and key. When he had the key, he placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder and turned the boy. A moment later, Matt had released one side of the cuffs. "Front, hands out," said Matt.

Daniel held his wrist in front and watched as Matt reattached the handcuffs. He could not help but look at Matt's body. The steam coming from the showers made the light reflect nicely on Matt's body, the sheen making the boy's pronounced musculature stand out. A younger Daniel had once dreamed of having a body like Matt's, but now, and it was ironical, he realized that if he did have a body builder's profile, maybe Matt wouldn't have been attracted to him. Even as Daniel felt the cool metal tighten at his wrists, he mentally shrugged. He'd rather be a ninety pound weakling with a muscular lover that loved his skinny body, than a Charles Atlas if it meant no handsome lover named Matt.

"Stand here a minute, while I rinse," said Matt, "and then you can wash me."

Daniel nodded, and watched as Matt stepped under the rushing waters. Matt raised each arm in turn, exposing his armpits to the stream, and then he turned and allowed the water to rush down his broad back. Daniel was becoming hard again. It was hard to resist the urge to take himself in hand. Then Matt stepped out of the dual streams and handed a bar of soap to Daniel. Holding the soap bar in both hands, Daniel began to soap his partner.

First, Matt's chest and stomach, lingering on the muscular boy's washboard abs. Then around the pubic hair on each side, Daniel's movements made somewhat clumsy by the handcuffs. Unable to separate his hands, he had to keep changing his stance to reach the areas of Matt's body that he desired.

Matt lifted an arm and rested his hand behind his head, indicating that Daniel should devote some attention to his underarm. With both hands clasping the slippery soap, Daniel worked over the armpit, teasing the curly hairs with his fingernails. After a short time, Matt turned and offered the other armpit. It became the target of Daniel's attention, until Matt lowered his arms and offered Daniel his broad back.

Quickly, Daniel soaped Matt's shoulders and back, and devoted his attention to Matt's ass. The tan line that he had admired earlier was readily apparent in the shower. Daniel wondered how scandalized Matt's mom and numerous siblings would be to see the abbreviated swim suit that had produced this tan line.

Where had that thought come from? Daniel wondered. He squatted on the tiles and moved his hands down the back of Matt's thighs, lingering in the area behind Matt's knees. He knew that this was a sensitive area for Matt, and Daniel touched it lightly, caressing the skin in small circles. After a few seconds, Matt moved his legs, indicating that that was enough, and Daniel continued down to Matt's ankles and heels.

Matt again turned, and Daniel started on Matt's feet, soaping each toe and rubbing the suds between each toe. Then he traveled upward, soaping ankles, shins, and knees. By this time, Matt had a partial erection. Daniel looked up at Matt's face and found the other boy watching. Matt's expression was neutral. Daniel wasn't sure how to read it. Tentatively, he began to soap up Matt's cock and balls, which moved beneath his hands. How far, he wondered, did Matt want him to go?

Matt solved Daniel's dilemma by stepping back, disengaging himself from Daniel's ministrations. "Let's get you wet, too," said Matt. He indicated the shower, and Daniel stepped forward under the combined force of the streams. The water was warm, but not unpleasantly so. He watched as Matt rinsed himself, and then raised his own arms and allowed his body to soak. He ducked his head under the stream and withdrew to see that Matt was watching him. Daniel's eyes traveled down to Matt's cock. It was unlimbered and plump, but not fully erect. It was unlikely that Matt was thinking of taking him in the shower, as sometimes happened. Daniel felt slight disappointment.

"Now you," said Matt. Daniel stepped away from the stream and, without being commanded, placed his hands atop his head. Matt smiled approval and began to soap up Daniel. He did so perfunctorily, lingering on no single spot, and was soon directing Daniel back into the shower's stream. Daniel rinsed himself thoroughly and then looked at Matt.

"That's as clean as we can get," said Matt. "Go drip off."

Daniel shuffled off to the corner of the shower room, and watched as Matt relaxed a moment longer under the combined force of the two showers. Then Matt stepped back and turned off the showers. As he padded toward the door, he picked up two turkish towels on a towel rack. The towels had been a Christmas gift from Daniel's mom.

"Hands against the wall," Matt said. When Daniel complied, Matt briskly rubbed Daniel's hair, back, and down to his shackled ankles. "Face front and hands on head," Matt ordered, and then he dried Daniel's front, from his face down to his toes. When he finished, he told Daniel to go make breakfast, and leisurely dried himself.

"Baywatch," said Matt, patting the sofa beside where he sat. After eating Daniel's sausage and grits, which Daniel served while bound and naked, Matt had changed into a pair of jeans and a muscle tee. On the television screen, shapely men and women in swim suits ran in slow motion on a beach. Matt moved the handcuffs so that Daniel's hands were again behind his back, and then made a spot under his arm for Daniel. The slender boy folded his legs underneath himself and slid into the cover of Matt's arm. Matt pulled him close, and with Daniel's head resting against his shoulder, the two watched the show for a time.

Matt pretended to be interested in the predictable plot for a while, then he revealed his real interest. With a delicate touch, he traced the line of Daniel's jaw and then he pressed his fingertips against Daniel's face. Daniel's face turned and his eyes found his master's, and then both boys were moving. Their lips met, and they kissed. Within seconds, Matt was filled with the taste of him, the slender captive at his side that existed for his pleasure. With a bit of pressure, Daniel's jaws opened, and Matt's tongue was exploring the smoothness of Daniel's teeth. Daniel's breath was warm and moist on his cheek. Matt felt his cock stirring in his jeans.

Soon, Matt had his hands on Daniel's shoulders, directing the slender boy to lay down on the old sofa. Daniel's hands were pressed down against the angle of the couch, and his body was stretched out, filling Matt's vision. Matt gave Daniel's lower lip a light nip, and then moved his attention to Daniel's nipples. He lightly touched each nipple with the tip of his tongue, and he moved his tongue in small circles that brought each nipple to attention. He could tell by the tension in Daniel's body that his teasing was having an effect. He could see Daniel's cock in the corner of his vision. A definite effect.

Matt moved down to Daniel's belly button. He knew from previous experience that Daniel's umbilicus was sensitive to his touch. He plunged the tip of his tongue into the narrow cavity, and felt the warm touch of Daniel's cock against his jaw. To this organ, too, he devoted some attention, but it was early in Daniel's birthday weekend, and he couldn't allow the boy to cum too soon or too often.

Matt satisfied himself by concentrating his touch at the juncture of flesh just beneath Daniel's glans. With a repetitive motion that would drive Daniel wild, but would not produce orgasm, he teased his captive. He continued until Daniel was shuddering and gasping, and then he stopped.

He moved down to Daniel's feet and ran his tongue along the boy's sensitive insoles. Daniel's head was raised, his eyes excited, watching Matt. Daniel's cock lay against his belly, throbbing in frustration, wavering with the slender boy's heartbeat.

Matt unbuttoned his jeans and shrugged out of them. His own thickly corded cock, released from confinement, was fully erect and thrust forward hungrily. With both hands, Matt pulled the tee shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor.

Daniel saw a drop of pre-cum glistening at the end of Matt's cock, and he felt a sudden, palpable hunger for that organ. Matt stroked his member lazily while Daniel watched, and then their eyes met. Daniel immediately began to struggle to turn over on the couch. Matt helped him turn, and then, with both hands, lifted the slender boy's hips. Daniel, sensing Matt's intention, scissored his legs upward toward his chest and pushed his knees apart, thrusting his ass upward.

Seconds later, Matt was straddling Daniel's bound ankles and letting a glistening drop fall from his cock to the warm area between Daniel's ass cheeks. In his urgency, that lubricant would suffice. With one hand steadying Daniel and with one hand on his own throbbing cock, he guided himself forward. His german helmet touched Daniel's asshole, paused for a moment, and then plunged inside.

The side of Daniel's face was pressed against the sofa, and he gasped when the larger boy penetrated him. Matt's large cock always seemed to fill him to the point of bursting. It took Daniel some seconds to accommodate Matt, and then he was searching for a matching rhythm.

Matt slowly slid forward his entire length into Daniel, until his groin bottomed against the other boy's ass. Then he started the first long, slow glide outward, stopping only when the lip of his german helmet contacted Daniel's sphincter. The second stroke was quicker, and slightly downward, to ensure that Daniel would derive some enjoyment from the pressure against his prostate. A third and fourth stroke, and Matt was establishing a rhythm.

Daniel responded, subconsciously matching his movements to that of his partner. When Matt came forward, Daniel rose to the meet him, and when Matt slid rearward, Daniel lowered himself. Daniel was a skilled lover, and he imagined that he could actually feel the distended veins on Matt's cock rippling past his anus.

Matt, by this time, was going on instinct. His thrusts quickening, his buttocks clinching with each stroke. Perspiration appeared on his brow, and his chest reddened with effort. Both of his hands were now on Daniel's ass, and he was unaware that Daniel was matching his movements. Matt's eyes were closed.

Daniel's own cock was stiffly erect, and pre-cum dripped from his piss slit to the sofa. He could feel Matt's balls slapping against his own each time the other boy thrust forward. Daniel's asshole began to tighten with each stroke, and his body shuddered with every impact.

A pressure was building in Matt's gut, and a tingling sensation was forming in his groin. With his eyes closed, he began to give voice to the sensations that were building within his body. The feeling became warmth, and the warmth became heat, and then his body was clinching convulsively. From deep within him came a wave of pure sensation, a jangling percussion that invaded his nervous pathways and left them aflame.

Then he came.

He came in sparklers, in fireworks, in dazzling pyrotechnics that split the sky and caused it to resound with thunder. He came in waves of sensation that moved and shuddered and came again and again. He voiced his ecstasy in a hoarse cry, and then he came again.

Daniel's knees moved inward, trapping Matt's knees between them, as if he could trap the larger boy in that moment, that position. His belly rippled with each thrust he received. Subconsciously, Daniel tightened his asshole, and milked Matt's cock.

And when it happened for a fifth and final time, Matt stood on his knees, wavering as the echoes of the event parsed his nerves and left him shudderingly, vaguely wanting more. He kept his eyes closed with his member still inside his partner until the memory of the pyrotechnics became dim and he was left with a soft, pleasant glow that appealed to the lazy part of him.

He opened his eyes and looked at his partner. Daniel's hungry ass was still upright, and Matt's hardness was still impaled in that warm flesh. Gently, he pulled himself out, and then he lowered his head, so that his forehead was resting against the cushion of Daniel's upturned palms.

For a short time, he rested, until his breathing steadied, and eventually his captive squirmed. Then he was pulling his bound partner upward, and Daniel fell back against Matt, grateful to be able to share his warmth and the comfort of his arms.

Afternoon

Daniel, nude and handcuffed, sat in the center of the bed and watched as Matt placed next to him two short chains, two leather ankle restraints, a studded slave collar, and a length of cotton rope. Daniel had expected one or more episodes of severe bondage before the day was over, and it now looked as if Matt were ready to oblige him.

Matt had slipped back into his faded jeans, but had not replaced the tee shirt. His movements were efficient and businesslike as he climbed up onto the bed. "Hands," he said. Within a minute, he had the handcuffs off and had expertly tied Daniel's crossed wrists. Next Matt placed the collar around Daniel's neck. He located the latch at the back, so that the largest ring was at the center of the boy's throat. Then the ankle restraints were applied.

Matt stopped and looked at his captive's face. Daniel's eyes were excited, but the boy seemed eager to continue. Matt mentally shrugged, and then he attached the ends of the chains to the ankle restraints. He lifted Daniel's ankles and placed them heel to heel in front of the bound boy, about two feet from Daniel's balls. Daniel's knees were widely separated.

Again, Matt looked at Daniel. "The keyword is 'Stop'," Matt said.

Daniel nodded, indicating that he knew that his master would release him if he said the word stop. In his heart, he would have preferred to be gagged, but Matt had strong feelings about either partner always being able to stop a session of severe bondage. Daniel knew that this was a sensible arrangement.

Then Daniel leaned forward, bending his head down toward his feet.

Matt pulled upward on Daniel's ankles and attached the two short chains to the slave collar. The catches clinked into place.

Daniel's toes were inches from his mouth. He tried to relax against the restraints, but the two chains remained taut. It was an uncomfortable position.

Matt gave his captive an encouraging pat, climbed off the bed, and padded toward the kitchen.

As Matt's footsteps receded, Daniel squirmed. He tried the ropes at his wrists. They were tight, but not so tight as cut off his circulation. He tried to rotate his wrists. Unable to. Matt had clearly tied him well. Daniel squirmed again. Already, he could feel a line of sweat forming between his arms, hands, and back.

He could feel his own warm breath against his feet. He tried to utterly relax, but the short chains fought against the natural tendency of his back to straighten. He forced himself to take deep breaths.

Matt returned a few minutes later. He placed a kitchen timer on the bed stand, which was behind and to the right of Daniel's position. The timer was ticking loudly. Matt looked at his captive. Sandy blond hair hanging low, almost touching the ankle shackles. Slender hips and vee-shaped torso. Ass cheeks spread wide. The smooth outline of ribs moving underneath the skin when he breathed. Knobby protrusions of spinal bones.

Matt nodded to himself, and then glanced at the clock. It would sound a chime in sixty minutes. Matt gave his captive another glance, and then, without saying a word, he walked away again.

Daniel could hear the sound of the kitchen timer behind him, but he was unable to move his head far enough to see it. He had not yet begun to ache, but he knew that stage would be coming, well before the clock went off.

Matt had moved to the opposite end of the large room and turned on the stereo. The music was low. Eagles. Desperado. Daniel knew that Matt was probably sinking into the large, faded Lazy Boy that they had picked up at a yard sale. Maybe he would reach for a copy of Field and Stream, or Off Road and Four Wheel Drive.

Daniel listened to the kitchen timer and concentrated on his breathing.

After a while, the phone rang. Daniel heard the squeak of the old recliner.

"Oh, hi!" he heard Matt say. "Nothing much, just kinda taking it easy."

"Probably go to a bar tonight."

"Yeah, one a THEM kinda bars." Matt laughed.

"He's right here, but he's kinda tied up at the moment."

"Un-huh."

"Okay. See ya."

The CD player changed. Foreigner. Double Vision. Daniel listened to the kitchen timer. His back had begun to ache.

Matt zipped down the antenna of the portable phone and looked at his captive. Daniel didn't seem to be in any distress. Matt walked back to the recliner, thinking about where they should go. The Raptor? Maybe knock back a few brewskies and show off his captive? Daniel could wear the new leather vest and chaps he had gotten from the leather shop. They could go into the Raptor's back room, where shirts were optional. Other "tops" could ogle and admire his captive. Look, that is, but don't touch.

Matt sank down into the recliner. He picked up the magazine that he had been reading and unfolded it in his lap. It was an issue of Popular Mechanics.

Daniel felt a drop of sweat roll down his back and lodge between his spread ass cheeks. He was thinking of nothing but his bondage. His world had narrowed. It consisted of his space on the bed, the ticking of the kitchen timer, the distant music, and his rhythmic breathing. His contorted position and the pull of the ankle chains stretching his spine had taken him through discomfort to pain to numbness.

Again the CD changed. Lover Boy. Steal the thunder. Daniel was hardly aware of it.

Matt looked at the clock. Almost an hour. He looked across at Daniel, wondering what the boy was feeling.

Daniel's cock was pressed up against his belly. He had found that if he rocked just a little he could make the tip of his cock rub against his stomach. Each movement caused the chains to pull painfully against his collar, but he did it anyway. His legs had become numb, and his body was covered in sweat. His bound hands were useless behind his back. He sat quietly and rocked, lost in a silent reverie.

Matt quietly padded up to the bed. He saw the small movements that his captive was making. He watched the bound boy rhythmically moving. He felt his cock stirring within his jeans.

Daniel gave no indication that he had noticed Matt's approach.

The timer went off with a ping.

Daniel raised his head in confusion. Could it really have been an hour? He became aware that his friend was standing at the bedside.

"That's it, boyo," said Matt. He moved forward, ignoring the swelling within his jeans. He unsnapped the chains at Daniel's throat. Immediately the bound boy sat up a few inches.

Daniel felt the strength returning to his body. At first, it came on a wave of new pain that left him breathless, but soon it moderated into a thousand stinging needles of restored circulation.

Matt turned Daniel over onto his stomach. The slender boy's legs stretched out on the sheets. Matt noticed how sweaty the boy and the sheets were. He critically inspected the ropes binding Daniel's wrists, giving the meaty part of Daniel's hands each a squeeze. As soon as he released his grip the white fingerprints dissapeared, indicating that the circulation in Daniel's hands was adequate.

Adequate, yes. But the boy had spent an hour in tight bondage. Now he should walk it off. "C'mon," said Matt. "On your feet."

Daniel turned his head and looked at his partner. The blood flow was just now returning to his legs, and he felt like he should rest a few minutes more. He started to complain, but Matt's expression brooked no exceptions. Groaning, Daniel began to squirm toward the side of the bed. Matt bodily gave him an assist, and soon Daniel was standing beside the bed. The short chains dangled from the ankle restraints.

Matt eyed the throbbing erection that Daniel had. A droplet of pre-cum glistened in the tip. He imagined the taste of that drop against his tongue.

Daniel observed his partner, and he almost smiled. Matt had that hungry look that he knew so well.

Matt took Daniel's elbow and led him toward the couch. On the way, he unbuttoned and clumsily shrugged out of his jeans. Matt's own cock was erect and nodding with his heartbeat. "Here," said Matt, and he clumsily turned Daniel and pushed him down onto the edge of the couch. A moment later, Matt was kneeling at the foot of the couch.

Daniel leaned against the sofa back. The muscular boy was between his legs, reaching for Daniel's erect member. Daniel watched as Matt took the length of his cock in hand. With the tip of his tongue, Matt began to trace delicate circles on the head.

Matt's touch was almost electric. Daniel shivered at the first contact. Matt toyed with Daniel's cock a little longer, torturing the glistening tip and the sensitive underside with his tongue, and then he made a bed with his tongue and drew in the throbbing shaft. Without pressing his lips against the shaft, he moved his head in a small circular motion, first clockwise and then clockwise. The sensitive head of Daniel's penis, in effect, explored the interior of Matt's mouth. Matt continued this motion for a few minutes, until the taste within his mouth told him that the boy was ready.

Daniel planted his feet firmly on the floor and pushed his hips outward, offering more of himself.

Matt pulled back, catching Daniel's member in his hand. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, encasing it. Then, with his lips slightly open, he again made a bed with his tongue and drew the boy in until he felt the cock brushing the inside of his cheeks. Daniel's cock was a perfect fit for Matt's mouth, and he took Daniel's entirety. After a few slow fore and aft movements, he had the strokes down, and began to work magic.

At the top of each stroke, he turned his head slightly to the side, putting a slight tension right where it would have maximum effect. And to this, he added a suction that helped to draw Daniel's cock in. At the bottom of the stroke, he began to slowly exhale, so that his exhalation cooled Daniel's tender cock flesh.

Daniel tilted his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes. Daniel had risen to tiptoe on the edge of the couch, thrusting his hips upward and outward.

At the beginning of the next stroke, Matt tightly closed his lip and expanded his lungs, creating a vacuum that sucked his face down the shaft. At the base of the stroke, he quickly inhaled and repeated the slow exhalation. He continued this sequence.

Daniel eyes were tightly closed. His breathing changed to match the speed with which Matt sucked his cock. The sensation at the beginning and end of each stroke was incredible. There was a warm, soft bolt of pleasure forming within his groin. With each stroke, the sensation and the pleasure grew.

Daniel began to voice his pleasure. Matt's hands went to Daniel's hips. He tried to hold onto the boy there, but soon gave up and simply grasped Daniel's thighs. Without breaking rhythm, he lifted Daniel's thighs up to shoulder level. Then, with his own eyes tightly closed, he accelerated the up and down motion.

Daniel's toes clinched. The pleasurable sensation had built and now he felt a white hot tension that threatened to take him over. Still the rhythmic motions continued, but Daniel's thoughts were far away. An ancient, wild part of his mind had taken him. He was operating on pure instinct. The sensations crested, and he could take it no longer. His legs rocketed convulsively against his partner's shoulders, a pulse formed in his belly, his hips shot upward, and he came, thrusting a jet of hot jism into Matt's mouth.

Matt rode the thrust like a cowboy on a bronco. Still, he wouldn't let go. He locked himself to the slender boy. When the first wave passed, he quickly repositioned himself, worked at the head of Daniel's cock, readying himself for the next wave. Immediately, it came.

Daniel later could not have described all this, for he when he was within the throes of it. With each explosion, electricity crackled along his nervous pathways, and he was entirely given to animalistic pleasure.

Several times he came, and then his reservior was empty. His body clutched at one crinkly dry come, and then he fell back, exhausted and depleted. With his eyes still closed, he fell inward on himself, savoring the last residual impulses as they faded from his system.

When he opened his eyes, his muscular partner was grinning at him. A toothy grin. Daniel grinned, too, and then Matt reached up and pulled Daniel close. When Daniel's tongue entered Matt's mouth, Daniel tasted the salty tang of his own cum.

Evening

An afternoon rain had lifted and mixed the oil residue on the street, and the highways shone wetly, making the headlight beams of the Camaro flash iridescence. At the wheel of the red sports coupe, Matt scanned up and down the street as he slowly cruised past the front of the Raptor. There had been no homophobe/gay-hater/redneck trouble in more than a year, but it didn't hurt to be careful.

Daniel sat on the passenger side of the Camaro. He too was looking for trouble, and like Matt, hoping that they wouldn't find it. Unlike Matt, he was in no condition to defend himself, what with the way he was handcuffed, and the way he was dressed.

A homophobe/gay-hater/redneck just wouldn't understand.

Daniel was wearing soft brown chaps, a red bandana, and a black leather bikini. That's all. His feet were bare, and his hands were cuffed behind his back.

Matt was wearing cowboy boots, jeans, a western shirt, and a cowboy hat. Far from looking ridiculous, his attire accentuated his physique, in a masculine way.

Two men were loitering and laughing near a parked car. Their manner of dress indicated that maybe they were taking a breather from the club. Anyway, the way was clear. Matt pulled into a parking spot that was right beside a handicapped spot. He turned to Daniel. "Ready?"

"Yes, sir," said Daniel.

A moment later, Matt was opening Daniel's door. The slender, bound boy emerged, looking around uncomfortably. Matt took his elbow and let him to the corner entrance of the club. Pressing through the door, they found the bouncer, who took six dollars from Matt and ushered them through without more than a glance at Daniel.

The sound level hit them like a change in air pressure. It was a wordless, rhythmically thumping kind of pornographic melody, heard only in gay bars and totally meaningless in the real world. The dance floor was covered by whirling, gyrating bodies. Matt scanned the room, but saw only a few casual acquaintances. With his hand still on Daniel's elbow, he led them to the back room.

A hunky-looking bodybuilder stood at the entrance to the large room. He glanced at Daniel's bandana and outfit and nodded. When Matt removed his western shirt and gave it to the man, the man nodded them through, and he and Matt exchanged appreciative glances. Matt was allowed to keep his Stetson. The shirt went on a hook beside the room guard.

Inside, the music was not quite as oppressive. Leather-clad men in pairs and singles were sitting at chairs and tables around the room. An ell-shaped bar took up the far corner. Matt directed his captive to a table.

A moment later, a waiter appeared. He was dressed in a thong bikini and a severely ripped tee shirt. His hair was blonde and he had a narrow face. Definitely cute, (he looked a poster boy for the Seattle sound), and he seemed friendly. "Hey, dudes," he said, "what'll ya have?"

"St. Pauli Girl," said Matt, " and a Sprite with a straw for my friend."

The waiter looked at Daniel. The slender boy was sitting on the edge of his chair, with his hands hidden behind his back. The waiter winked at Daniel, and then said to Matt, "Be just a shake."

Daniel looked around the room. There were a dozen or more men wearing vests, and perhaps twice as many were bare-chested. Several men were wearing leather caps. At the next table, two men were talking. Over the loud music, Daniel couldn't hear what they were discussing, but one man was gesticulating in broad sweeps. They seemed to be arguing in a quiet, but subdued fashion. At the bar, a chubby young man was brooding over his drink. In the far corner, a tall, slender young man was standing, nursing a beer. He was wearing sandals and a leather bikini not very different from Daniel's. Daniel glanced past the boy, and then his gaze returned. The boy was attractive. Daniel stared at him for several seconds.

The waiter returned with their drinks, and Matt gave him a ten. After a few minutes, in which Matt drank his beer and Daniel sipped his cold drink, a man approached the table.

He was older than both Matt and Daniel, perhaps in his upper forties, and he had a buzz haircut and wore tight leather pants. As he came near, he appreciatively and obviously eyed Daniel and Matt . The man had the rippled stomach, prominently-divided pectorals, and sinewy neck musculature of the serious bodybuilder. His chest was shaven hairless, but his tan was deep and immaculate.

"Hiya," the man said. His teeth were perfectly aligned, white.

Matt looked up at the man. "Hey," said Matt, in a noncommittal, disinterested way.

"Welcome to the Raptor," said the man, "do you come here often?"

"Often enough," said Matt. He took a sip of his beer.

Daniel looked down at the table during the entire exchange. When two masters were talking, a slave spoke only when spoken to. Daniel had confidence in his friend, lover, and master, and that was sufficient for him. The older guy was attractive enough, but Daniel, of course, would follow Matt's lead.

"This your boy, this quiet piece here?" asked the man.

Quiet piece? thought Daniel.

"Un-huh," said Matt. He took another sip of his beer.

"Fine-looking lad," said the man, and then, sensing the larger boy's lack of interest, he said, "Y'all take care, now." He walked away.

"You, too," Matt said to his disappearing back.

A while later, without being asked, the cute waiter refreshed their drinks. Matt produced another ten spot, which the waiter acknowledged with a quick grin.

Daniel surreptitiously eyed the boy at the bar. The boy was now sitting at the bar, with one sandaled foot on the foot rail, and one long leg neatly folded up beneath his ass. He was obviously scanning the crowd. Daniel watched the boy until the boy's gaze found him. They held eye contact for several seconds and then the boy nodded slightly.

The boy was behind Matt, so Daniel caught his master's eye and nodded in the boy's direction. Matt turned and looked at the boy.

The boy was slender and tall. Taller than Daniel. Although slender, his chest and belly were well-defined. Matt ran his eyes over the boy, from his close-cropped hair down to his sandaled feet. Flat tummy, long legs, blue eyes. Then Matt looked back at Daniel.

"We could talk to him," Matt said. They had never picked up anyone else at a bar, so it was a possibility, not an order. The ball was in the birthday boy's court.

Daniel looked again at the boy, and then he nodded. He stood up from the chair, carefully threading his cuffed wrists over the back of the chair. Then he padded over to the tall boy.

"Hello," he said. The boy was wearing lemon aftershave. He smelled nice. He had a diamond earring. He had a dimple in his chin. His eyes were blue. He was gorgeous.

"Hi," said the boy.

"My master," Daniel indicated Matt with a nod of his head, "wonders if you might join us."

The tall boy looked at Daniel, noting his smooth, slender build, the leather chaps, the black leather bikini, and the bare feet. Then he looked at Matt. Matt had the Stetson pushed to the back of his head, so the brim wouldn't interfere with his drinking. Daniel watched the boy watching Matt. What did the other boy see? Handsome, muscular, powerful?

"Sure," said the tall boy. He unlimbered himself and stood up. He was, Daniel saw, as tall as Matt. The two then walked to Matt's table, with Daniel following.

"Hello, sir," said the boy. "May I join you?"

"Sure, have a seat," said Matt. "I'm Matt, and this 'quiet piece' here is Daniel."

Daniel had to suppress a grin.

"I'm Steve," said the boy

"What are ya drinkin'?" asked Matt.

Almost an hour later, they were sitting in the Camaro.

"You know, then, what me and Daniel expect from you," said Matt. They had discussed the possibilities over a beer, and agreed on limits, expectations, safety practices, and abort phrases. The boy seemed to be a little more in verbal humiliation and physical abuse than Matt thought he cared for, but he would work within his own framework.

"Yes, sir, I do," said Steve. "I'm willingly turning myself over to your care and direction for as long as you'll have me, and I promise to be obedient and serve you as desire." He said it clearly and distinctly, as if reciting the provision of a contract, which in a way it was.

"Fine," said Matt. "Climb in there with Daniel in the back, and, uh, not too much hanky-panky before we get home, huh?" Matt grinned.

"Yes, sir," said Steve.

Matt pulled the car around in a circle, illuminating all of the underground parking lot before stopping the car. The spot he found was some fifty feet or more from the elevator.

"We're here," said Matt. He slipped out of the car and went to open the passenger side. Steve climbed out and looked around with interest.

"What is this place?" he asked.

"Used to be a paint factory," Matt answered. He held the door until Daniel climbed out.

"Cool," said Steve.

"Okay, guys," said Matt. "Steve, here's you another chance to back out. I won't treat you any different from Dan tonight, but you say the word, and I'll take you right home now."

Steve shook his head. "I'm in. Sir."

"All right," said Matt. He closed the door of the Camaro, took Daniel's elbow, and led the two to the elevator. "As soon as we get there, " Matt said, "I'll expect the clothes off and the ropes on."

"Yes, sir," said Steve. He looked at Daniel and grinned. He was beginning to get a hardon just from the anticipation.

The three were quiet on the way up, but Matt was thinking. This adventure with the slender, tall, blue-eyed boy was a little out on a limb for him. He didn't really think of himself as a BD/SM master, but played the role because it turned Daniel on. But was he? Or, was he becoming one? He didn't mind exposing Daniel to a level of discomfort that sometimes might be considered mildly painful. Oh, they had played with nipple clamps and clothes pins, and some really sexy spanking, but no real kind of sadistic stuff, right? He'd never slapped Daniel around, or dripped hot wax on his cock, or stuck a lit candle up his asshole. And he wasn't much into verbally abusing his charge.

What, though, might this boy expect?

Then Matt thought, Hell, what did it really matter? After all, he was the boss! And if two lovely boys wanted him to tie them up and one wanted him to abuse him, well, then he'd do what he could to make them happy, observing his own sense of what was safe and decent, of course. And he could certainly expect to get off once or twice that night.

After all, it's just a game. Right?

The elevator creaked to a stop. "Third floor," Matt said, "toys and games." They walked over to the apartment door, with Matt listening to the squeak of Steve's sandals and the padding of Daniel's feet on the linoleum. He unlocked two deadbolts, and then they were inside.

Steve stood and looked around the large room. He was surprised that it was mostly one large room. Matt found a chair and sat down to remove the cowboy boots and western shirt. "I think you can give Daniel a hand getting those chaps and stuff off," said Matt. "Leave the bandana, though. It might come in handy later."

"Yes, sir," said Steve. He grinned at Daniel.

Daniel presented his posterior portions to Steve, and the tall boy stooped and began to untie the leather thongs that fastened the garment at Daniel's ankles and upper thighs. His hands lingered on the upper straps, admiring the smooth, almost hairless feel of Daniel's skin under his fingertips. After a minute, he released the waist strap and the garment fell free.

Steve almost wanted to whistle. Daniel was slender, but perfectly shaped. No part of him was out of proportion. And with his perfectly smooth skin, he looked no more than fourteen or fifteen.

The chaps fell to the floor in front of Daniel. He turned back around so that he was facing Steve. Steve looked at Daniel's face and then his eyes traveled down Daniel's body to his crotch. There was no doubt that it was getting tight in there. (His, too!) The black leather bikini had a drawstring, and Steve took his time undoing it. He kneeled before Daniel, and started pulling the garment down. He inched it downward, until the boy's cock slowly broke free of its restraints and unfurled lazily upward. Daniel's cock, Steve saw, was as well-proportioned as his body. The organ nodded in front of his face. A part of him wanted to immediately take that cock into his hands, into his mouth, to feel it within him, but it was far too early. Besides, he didn't want to displease his new master.

He looked up at Daniel's face. The slender boy smiled, as if reading Steve's mind.

"I expect to see some flesh from you, too," Matt called over.

"Yes, sir," said Steve. He stood up, and his hands went to the waistline of his own leather bikini.

"Let me," Daniel said. He assumed the kneeling position that Steve had just abandoned and leaned close. Gently he took the raised hem of the garment between his teeth. He tugged it down about an inch, and then moved around the boy's body to catch another point.

Steve thought it a pretty neat sensation, feeling Daniel's warm breath around his waist while he slowly became naked.

Matt, from ten feet away, also thought it looked pretty cool. He looked over and saw Daniel kneeling on the floor, with his hands still handcuffed behind his back, nibbling at the edge of Steve's bikini. Daniel, he saw, had a substantial erection.

And a few seconds later, Matt saw that Steve did, too. He found himself staring at Steve's cock. It was long, perhaps as long as eight inches, and had a pronounced upward curve. From the base it curved upward almost to the height of the boy's belly button. So instantly that it surprised him, Matt began to think about binding that member. What, he wondered, would it feel like to have that curved cock in both of his hands and to slowly, slowly straighten it? What level of discomfort might that cause the boy? Or to bind it to something straight and tie it with several straps? And, certainly, he wondered, how the pair of slender, beautiful boys might look with their proud, erect cocks tied tightly together.

The image practically enchanted him. He had to keep himself from grinning.

"Okay, guys," he called over, "move to the center of the room and kneel facing each other. Steve, hands on your head."

"Yes, sir," said Steve. He and Daniel padded over to the center of the room and kneeled facing each other on the only rug in the room. Matt went over to the closet and withdrew two slave collars, a length of rope, a short length of chain with fasteners on both ends, and several short leather straps with buckles.

Walking back over to the two captives, he said, "First, I wanna find out how obedient you are. I'm gonna tie you two to each other and you're gonna kneel there 'til I say else." He stood in front of them. Matt and Steve looked up his face. "Take these collars," he told Steve, "and put 'em on. Both of ya."

Steve took the proffered neck wear, and he looked at the other items that Matt had in his hands. It looked like the evening was getting off to a good start, he thought. Then he smiled at Daniel.

Daniel smiled back, and then he raised his chin to allow Steve to put the collar on him. Steve stayed in his kneeling position, but leaned forward to place the collar.

"Now yourself," said Matt, and Steve complied.

"And now let's have those hands." Steve held his hands behind his back, and Matt quickly and expertly tied them together, side by side. He drew the last bit of rope between the wrists a few times before making it secure. While doing so, his eyes traveled down a few inches and he admired the curvature of Steve's ass. Doubtless, he thought, that there was a warm, tight receptacle concealed therein.

As his hands were secured, Steve looked at the boy that kneeled before him. He looked at Daniel's tits, the boy's small, erect, pink nipples. Just over Daniel's belly button was a scattering of a scant few body hairs. The bush beneath, however, was pure, curly blonde.

"Move a little closer," said Matt, guiding Steve's elbow. Then, "Little more, little more, there!" He had stopped Steve just when Steve's cock bumped against Daniel's belly. "That's fine," said Matt. He took the short chain and fastened it to the loops in the slave collars. The chain was no longer than eight or ten inches.

Daniel had gasped when he felt Steve's cock press against his belly. He looked down, at the great curved cock and he imagined that he could feel heat being radiated by it. Daniel was still looking downward when Matt took both boys' cocks in his hands and began to bind them together with the short leather straps. As he tightened the straps, he could feel the pulse pounding in each rigid organ. He reaffirmed his guess that the tall boy's cock measured eight inches, for it was plainly a couple of inches more than Daniel's six.

Since Steve was taller, Matt bound Daniel's cock to the underside of Steve's. He placed a tight strap just behind each boy's german helmet, and another between the two. Then he applied a really tight strap at the base of each member. Immediately, he saw the veins of each organ becoming distended as the last set of straps trapped blood in the erect members.

Then he glanced at the faces of his two captives. If either of the boys was in pain, it didn't show in their expressions. In fact, they looked as if perhaps they were a little too comfortable with themselves. Steve even looked a little smug, Matt thought.

Matt stood up and dusted off his hands. Well, the boy had said he wanted tight bondage, so Matt would give it to him! Matt looked around the room, searching for inspiration. His eyes fell upon his weight bench. An idea formed. Matt moved.

Two minutes later, he was back. Several lengths of rope and Matt's barbell set were sitting on the floor behind Steve ankles. The essence of Matt's plan was simple. He intended to tie the taller boy's ankles to the crossbar, and spread his knees so widely that he would be eye to eye at Daniel's level.

Lifting Steve's ankles one at a time and pushing the barbells beneath them was not difficult, nor was it hard to tie the boy's ankles near the weights on each side. When Matt finished, Steve's toes were an inch or more above the rug. Matt leaned back, admiring his handiwork, and then decided that he could improve the efficiency of the tall boy's bondage. He tied another rope around the boy's wrists and tied it to the center of the barbells. He tautened the rope until the boy began to lean rearward, and then he secured it.

Now when he looked at the pair, their bondage was no longer symmetrical. This would not do. (Matt, even if a reluctant bondage master in the beginning, had developed a keen appreciation of the symmetry of bondage).

To correct the problem, he roped Daniel's ankles together and tied the rope tautly to the chain between Daniel's handcuffs. This pulling motion lifted Daniel onto his toes. Now when Matt stepped back and looked at the pair, he was satisfied.

"Now, you two just stay there a while, and contemplate on what you've gotten yourself into," Matt said. "No talking. I'll be back when I want you." So saying, he left the bound boys and padded away.

Daniel and Steve looked at each other. There was little else they could do. The restraints around their erect members were a tight reminder of their station. Daniel found himself memorizing the lines of Steve's face. The tip of Steve's tongue darted out and moistened his lips. It was a small, sexy thing to do. Steve's eyes reflected amusement. Daniel suppressed a smile.

Matt, across the room, had shrugged out of his jeans and briefs, and slipped into a comfortable pair of cutoffs. He was in the process of deciding that he would play off the two captives against one another, granting and denying pleasure until the boy's were begging to come. In the process, he would also virtuously deny himself some pleasure, until he himself would be aching to explode. Oh, yes.

But not quite yet. First, let 'em stew some.

Matt found a seat in the scarred old Lazy Boy, and propped his feet up. His dick was sticking out of the bottom of the cutoffs. Idly, he teased the head of his member with his fingertips. His eyes were on his captives.

Daniel had quickly slipped into a trancelike meditative state. His immediate world had contracted, and taken on a new reality that had the exact dimensions of the ropes and chains, and his small patch of rug. A part of his tiny reality was a tall blue-eyed boy just inches away, but he could not touch the boy, or even talk to him. His actions or inaction could not modify his surroundings. His attitudes, his desires, his very will was unimportant. He was truly helpless, even if voluntarily so, and he gave himself fully to that feeling of helplessness. And in an odd way, in doing so he freed himself.

Freed himself because he, Daniel, was not responsible for the world outside his small reality. His responsibilities were few, and basic. His only responsibilities were to continue breathing, to be silent, and to endure, as his master had commanded.

Steve looked at it quite differently. He had willingly allowed himself to become the captive and slave of a strong man. He knew that he served at his master's pleasure. He could anticipate rigorous bondage and abuse, because he was a slave. But a slave could also expect some of the pleasures in life. He could endure bondage and abuse, in the expectation of great pleasure. And if the tight ropes and pain were, in their own way, pleasurable, well, then he was obviously better suited than some to be a slave.

Matt was thinking. Steve, in the Raptor, had said that he liked to be spanked and whipped. Matt had asked him if he was often whipped in response to disobedience. Oh, no, Steve had said, he often wanted to be whipped to ensure his obedience. This was a new thing to Matt. It was outside of his and Daniel's normal range of play. Sure, he had tanned Dan's ass more than a few times, but always with his bare hand, and always as a prelude to some wildly satisfying bout of lovemaking.

But to deliberately whip someone, and to make it hurt. That was something else entirely.

Then again, it was a relatively benign way to inflict pain. If done rationally, the effects would not be long-lasting. And if Steve heated up the way Daniel did . . .

Matt pushed out of the chair and walked over to the captives. The head of Steve's cock, pressed against Daniel's pubic hair, had become purpled. The cock straps had been on long enough. He quickly removed them. Daniel's cock drooped, but kept its erection. Steve's member noticeably lost some of its curvature.

Next, Matt removed the ropes at Steve's ankles and the one from the barbells to the boy's wrists. Then he rolled the barbells away. Steve looked over his shoulder at Matt, but remained silent. Matt examined the rope marks around Steve's ankles and grunted in satisfaction. The boy's wrists, Matt left tied.

A minute later, he'd had removed Daniel's ankle restraints and ordered the two boys to stand. It took some jockeying, but the pair were soon on their feet. The chain between the collars forced them to stand close to each other.

Matt picked up the ropes and sent the boys to stand beside the bed. Again, they were clumsy due to the collar chain. When they got there, Matt removed the short chain and untied Steve's hands. He ordered the boy onto the bed.

Daniel, still cuffed, stood and watched as Matt secured Steve's wrists to the two brass posts at the foot of the bed. He slipped a pillow between the boy's head and the bed post frame, and then tied the boy's ankles together. Steve's cock curvature had reappeared, and his cock rested on his belly just above his belly button, rhythmically thumping with his heartbeat.

Matt then looked at Daniel. The boy had been handcuffed for several hours now, and it was time to change his restraints. "Go get the hobble chain," Matt ordered.

"Yes, sir," said Daniel, and went to do as bid.

Matt stood beside the bed and placed his right hand on Steve's neck. With his thumb and forefinger, he felt for and located the boy's carotid pulse. Steve's eye widened in concern, but he looked at Matt and said nothing.

Standing there, with his fingertips feeling the pulsating flow of blood to this young man's brain, Matt had a very serious thought. Nothing more symbolized the degree of trust that his captives displayed in him than the fact that they willingly allowed him to hold their very lives in his hands. It was a sobering and disturbing thought.

Daniel returned with the ankle restraints held behind his back. He had also removed the key to the handcuffs from its peg on the closet door, and the chain was clinched between his teeth. Matt almost grinned. It was a not too subtle hint.

He removed the handcuffs, installed the anklets, and positioned Daniel at the center of the foot of the bed. Then he padded away. From a chest he removed a broad leather belt, and then he returned.

"I want you," Matt told Daniel, "to hold his feet. If he struggles, don't let go. Got that?"

"Yes, sir," said Daniel.

Steve eyed the belt as Matt walked around the bed. His cock twitched and his breathing quickened.

"This is for you," Matt said, wondering if the tall boy expected verbal humiliation to accompany the spanking. No, he decided, that was not his way, even it was Steve's. He reached out and bodily lifted Steve's bound ankles. In a huge arc, he folded Steve's legs up and over, so that the boy body was jackknifed and his ankles were in front of Daniel. Daniel dutifully wrapped his hands around the boy's ankles and pushed down, so that Steve's shins rested on the upper cross member of the bed post.

Matt critically inspected his objective. Slender as the tall boy was to begin with, the globes of Steve's asscheeks practically disappeared when his legs were pulled against his chest. Climbing onto the bed, Matt braced himself one on knee and threw his other leg over Steve's. Then, taking his time, he folded the leather belt in half. Like a golfer, he make a few practice swings, getting his trajectories right. "Ready?" he asked Daniel.

Daniel nodded. He tightened his grip.

"This is gonna hurt you much more than it hurts me," Matt said to the bound boy. Then he lifted his arm and brought the belt down in a whistling arc. It struck the boy's buttocks diagonally and make a sharp, slapping sound. Matt looked at the bound boy. At feeling the bite of the leather, Steve's body rocked reflexively, causing Daniel to brace himself and hang on.

Before the first angry red stripe had arisen on the smooth, pale flesh, Matt, even as he wondered why he was doing this, was administering the second. And a third. As each stinging impact unerringly found its target, the bound boy cried out. Matt was soon sweating, but he continued until he felt that he had covered the tall boy's ass completely with the stinging blows. In all, he had delivered twenty-five strokes or more.

When he stopped, he could see the tracks of the belt. A network of angry red lines crisscrossed the smooth flesh. It surprised him that he had performed the act, and he was surprised that he had done so with such ferocity. Numbly, Matt let the belt slip from his fingers. His face felt hot. "That's enough," he said to Daniel.

"Yes, sir," said Daniel. He released his grip on Steve's bound feet, and Steve immediately straightened. Daniel's eyes traveled down Steve's chest to his smooth belly. There the boy's massive curved cock sat pulsating with his heartbeat, with its head resting in a pool of cum. Steve had come while being spanked.

Matt was untying Steve's ankles, but he, too, noticed the slick pool of cum. Steve looked down at himself. He had a sheepish expression.

The beating had made an impression on Daniel. Before he thought much about it, he found himself picking up the belt and holding it out to Matt. "Sir?" asked Daniel.

Matt looked at the slender boy with surprise. Surely Daniel had observed how nearly out of control he had become while whipping Steve. But, no. Daniel's jutting member was stiff with excitement, shiny with precum. His face was filled with eagerness, his breathing quick. Matt was too confused right then to sort out his own feelings. "You, too?" Matt asked, without much conviction.

"Please, sir," said Daniel.

Matt frowned for a moment, and then he mentally shrugged. He took the proffered belt. "Across the bed," he told the boy.

Immediately, Daniel folded his slender body over the side of the bed. His legs were at an angle, and his feet were separated the length of the ankle chain.

Matt picked up the rope that had secured Steve's ankles and quickly bound Daniel's hands together behind his back. Then, despite his reservations and without further ado, he lifted the belt, bent his back, and tattooed Daniel's butt with the leather belt, until both asscheeks were red and hot. The slender boy took his punishment passively, no more than whimpering and shuddering with each impact. Then Matt gruffly told Daniel to stay on the bed, and he walked quickly away.

Daniel could feel a palpable heat rising from the flesh of his ass. It seemed to keep time with his pulse. He lay on his stomach for a moment, breathing deeply. Dimly, he heard Matt saying something, but he did not respond. Instead, he closed his eyes and rode through the waves of receding pain, all the while vaguely wondering why pain sometimes felt so much like pleasure.

After a while, Daniel became aware that the tall boy was looking at him. Steve's arms were still bound to the bed posts, but he looked down over his chest to where the slender boy lay. He smiled.

Daniel smiled in return. They were comrades. Slowly, he drew himself fully up onto the bed. Then he wriggled over to the other boy. Steve moved his legs to the side, welcoming the slender boy. Daniel moved so that his face was close to the other boy's belly, and then he slowly began to lick away the remnants of slick cum. Steve groaned appreciatively, and his now quiescent cock twitched and began to plump.

Daniel allowed his attention to travel up to the tall boy's tits. He nibbled on each nipple, and teased them with small, circular movements of his tongue. He glanced up at Steve's face. The boy's face was raised, his blue eyes twinkling, inviting.

A moment later, their lips were pressed together, and Steve tasted the salty tang of his own cum.

Matt, his thoughts in a turmoil, had retreated to the bathroom. As soon as he walked through the door, he shrugged out of his cutoffs and let them fall to the floor. It felt good to release his burgeoning member from the tight constraint of the soft denim, but he hardly noticed. He was too troubled to take himself in hand and find relief.

Instead, he walked over to the row of fixtures and stood resting his hands on a ceramic sink, while looking at himself in the mirror. Something had just changed in his relationship with Daniel, he knew it, and it bothered him.

Always before, they had enjoyed an easy, friendly kind of relationship, filled with equal respect for each other and equal attention to each other's sexual needs. In the last year, he had explored every inch of the slender boy's body, and knew it perhaps as well as he knew his own. And Daniel's moods, with those too was well-versed.

But now it was all changing. And he could remember how the change had started. It started with Daniel's cute suggestion that Matt tie him up and make love to him. Matt had done so, and Daniel had become so excited. It was sexy thing to see, Daniel straining at the ropes, his body arching in waves of pleasure when Matt sucked him off or rammed his hard member deep in the boy's gut. Daniel's excitement was a wonder to behold. A wonder.

And it had been just fun and games. After a while, though, it became a game they played more often, and then it became almost the only way they made love.

It was more than the bondage, too. He had slowly become aware of a secret part of Daniel's mind, a part quite different from the boy's normally exuberant outward personality. There was a frighteningly needy part to the boy. Daniel, he found, needed to be owned, to be dominated.

And without thinking, so it seemed, Matt had allowed himself to assume that role in their relationship.

And now what had they done? Brought home a handsome, tall, blue-eyed boy with needs of his own. Needs that apparently involved enslavement and punishment. Physical punishment.

Matt considered himself pretty liberal, and if the tall boy got off on having his ass whipped, that was cool. For him. But for Daniel?

Matt had been shocked when Daniel handed him the belt and said, "Please, sir," with such an entreatingly eager expression.

What could he do? He had hardly ever refused the boy before. If, after having just witnessed Steve's whipping, Daniel wanted some of it for himself, who was Matt to say no?

So he had administered the beating. Had taken the belt and whipped the ass of the boy he loved until that ass was hotly red and raising red whelps.

And the nubby part of it all, ah, the nubby part, was that he, Matt, had enjoyed it.

Actually enjoyed it.

Enjoyed taking that leather strap in his hand, stretching his back muscles and biceps, and applying a series of stinging, punishing blows to a naked, exposed, helpless victim. Enjoyed whipping Daniel as much, or more, as he had enjoyed whipping the tall boy.

Was he learning something he hadn't known about his own personality? he wondered. Was there some part of him that instinctively responded to Daniel's needs, and had he just seen that part of him displayed?

So what had he done? Dropped the belt as if it stung him, and walked away silently, now to be standing here naked in a drafty bathroom in front of a porcelain sink with his dick drooping and the small, faint beginnings of a headache.

The thought caused him to smile ruefully. Dealing with Daniel often gave him a headache.

But, after all, he loved Daniel, and would never actually cause him lasting harm, would he? Would he?

Matt turned on the cold water and dipped his face into his cupped hands. As he did so, an image came floating up to him from his subconsciousness. It was a fond memory of one of the first times he and Daniel had made love. It was back in the dorm room, before they had found the converted loft. It was a nice memory, all soft and warm and fuzzy. He and Daniel had just finished making sweaty afternoon love, and he, Matt, depleted, was on his back with his legs sprawled and his hands above his head. Daniel, froglike, was sprawled atop him, with his arms and legs flung outward. Daniel's face rested on Matt's chest and the boy's breath tickled his chest hairs. Matt lazily watched as the boy was lifted and lowered by the movement of Matt's own muscular chest. They stayed that way for a long time. It was peaceful time, even a righteous time. If there was an outside world, it was far away, and Matt wasn't thinking about it. He was only thinking of the slender boy with the swimmer's body and no talent for mathematics that had just serviced him so well. It was then, Matt reflected, that he decided that Daniel would be his forever. He would do anything, anything to preserve his rights to that slender boy's body and mind.

Anything.

Even this.

Matt looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.

Hell, yes, even this, and most likely anything else Daniel wanted.

Matt dried his hands and looked around for his abandoned cutoffs. Enough time mooning around in the john. He had better go see what the kids were up to.

Daniel was asleep with his face resting on Steve's shoulder, was what Matt saw as he approached. But as he came closer, he saw Daniel open his eyes. He looked very comfortable there, and it caused Matt to feel a momentary resentment against the tall, blue-eyed boy. Then Matt put the feeling down as unworthy. After all, he had caused them both to be there, and, in fact, he had hoped to watch them explore each other's bodies before the evening was over.

"Break time," Matt announced. It meant that they would pause while the captives attended to any personal needs they might have.

Daniel sat upright, but Steve looked confused. He was unfamiliar with the boys' customs. Matt released Steve's wrists and cuffed them in front. Steve sat up on the edge of the bed. Matt untied Daniel's wrists and left the ankle chains in place. "Show him," Matt told Daniel.

"Yes, sir," said Daniel. He took hold of the chain between Steve's wrists and tugged gently. After glancing at Matt, Steve allowed himself to be pulled along. Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and watch them go. They were two gorgeous boys.

Daniel led Steve across the room to the rest room. When they were inside, Steve looked in wonder at the row of stalls and sinks. The two closest stalls had their plumbing removed, and he saw a washer and dryer where the commodes would have been.

"This is your chance to use the john, if you want," said Daniel. "And the water fountain's just around the corner."

" 'Kay," said Steve. He headed for a urinal while Daniel went to the nearest stall.

While the boys were doing this, Matt was outside arranging the bondage toys. He had decided to bind the boys for another hour or so, then he would take them and hang them up in the shower and tease them some. And after that . . . well, he had an idea that he thought might be fun.

When Daniel and Steve returned, they saw that Matt had uncurled an exercise mat and placed it on the floor in front of the Lazy Boy. Beside the mat were several short lengths of rope. Matt pointed at the mat and told Steve to lay on his belly. To Daniel, he said simply, "Hog-tie him."

While Matt released the handcuffs, Daniel crossed Steve's ankles and tied them together in a x-shape. This would prevent the boy from being able to turn over easily. Then he tightly roped Steve's crossed wrists, and drew the boys ankles up til they were touching his hands. After checking the security of the ropes, and that they were not so tight as to impede circulation, Daniel left him in this position, tightly hog-tied.

"Now you," said Matt. He crossed Daniel's wrists high between his shoulder blades and secured them there. For good measure, he wrapped several coils of rope around the boy's upper chest, more for appearance than function. Then he had the boy kneel and removed the ankle restraints. These he replaced with rope, tightly tying Daniel's ankles together side by side. Next, he had tied a rope around Daniel's waist and pushed the boy into a sitting position. He secured the rope around Daniel's waist to the rope around his ankles.

Matt briefly admired his handiwork, and rechecked each rope. Then he leaned Daniel over so that he reclined on his side on the exercise mat. Matt pulled Daniel's legs into position and rolled the boy over onto his stomach. Daniel, although his wrists were crossed up high behind his back, was hog-tied as stringently as Steve.

The boys were again inches apart, and again unable to touch each other. Daniel could see Steve's face, but his view of Steve's lower body was obscured by his own shoulder.

Matt padded over to the side of the room and retrieved a small step stool. This he placed just off the exercise mat, in front of the boys. Both boys watched as he slowly removed his cutoffs. His cock, they saw, was fully erect. It jutted upward, nodding against his belly.

Daniel was well familiar with the large organ, but it was Steve's first acquaintance with it. It was larger in diameter and longer than any cock that Steve had encountered.

A network of veins supported the huge erection, and Steve could see the organ moving with Matt's pulse.

Matt lowered himself onto the stool, so that his legs were behind the stool. He wrapped a hand around his cock and pushed the loose skin outward, until it formed an artificial foreskin that compressed his german helmet and squeezed out a drop of precum. Matt glanced at the boys. Their eyes were on his cock and his hand.

Next he held his member up and stroked delicately along the vertical line that led to the nerve junction at the base of his helmet. Then he gave his member a couple of complete strokes, deliberately pointing his movements outwards, toward his captives.

Steve was confused. Was his new master going to just jerk off in front of them? Masturbate himself when there were two willing mouths and two willing assholes, eager to assist? Maybe the muscular boy was sending them some kind of message, but what kind of message was it? Disdain?

Matt would have been surprised if he knew the tall boy's thoughts. Matt knew exactly what he was doing. He was being a unconscionably blatant cock tease.

This went on for some time, with Matt bringing himself almost to the point of ejaculation and then stopping. Each time, his body responded to the building tension, and then ached when relief was denied.

And he could tell that his tease was working. Steve, in order to get a better view, had practically rolled himself into a cee-shape. It was time to move on, Matt thought.

"Okay, boys," he said. "That's enough of tonight's show." He stood up, letting his erection nod out before him, and went and untied the ankles of his two captives. He discovered that Steve had been laying on a substantial erection of his own. Matt grabbed the extra coils of rope and said, "You two follow me."

Daniel and Steve, by first sitting, and then kneeling, and then stepping up, climbed to their feet. They followed Matt as he led them into the rest room and on to the showers.

When they arrived in the shower room, Matt threw a length of rope over one of the exposed pipes near the ceiling. He beckoned Daniel over. With Steve watching, Matt knotted a rope around each of Daniel's upper thighs. Next, he untied Daniel's hands and retied them side by side in front of the boy. One end of the rope over the pipe was tied to Daniel's crossed wrists.

Matt then ran the other end of the rope through each of the loops around Daniel's thighs. Next, he pulled down on the rope so that Daniel's arms were raised above his head. Then he pulled the rope upward, tightening the loops against Daniel's groin. He used his muscles and continued to pull until Daniel's hands were high above his head and the boy had risen to tiptoe. Finally, Matt made the rope secure.

Matt nodded his approval. The top rope ensured that Daniel would keep his hands up, while the lower rope kept the boy honest.

Matt looked at Steve. Steve looked at Daniel's slender body, hanging like so much meat before him. "You next," said Matt.

"Yes, sir," said Steve.

Within a few minutes, Steve was similarly bound, once again no more that a few inches away from Daniel. "Hang tight," Matt said, and then he padded out of the shower.

Steve looked down at his feet. Only his toes were touching the tile floor. If he were to lift his toes so much as an inch, he would be completely suspended by the ropes. At that, he didn't think that more that a small portion of his weight was being supported by his feet.

Daniel had spent time in this particular position before, and knew that it was a position that was good for hours of bondage. He also knew that seeing his body stretched and elongated was often too much for Matt. Matt would tease him a little, and then he'd get so horny that he'd soon be cutting Daniel down. It had happened many times before.

Matt returned with a roll of surgical tape, and Daniel was surprised when he found both his mouth and his eyes covered with pieces of tape. Then he could hear tape being ripped, so he surmised that Steve was getting the same treatment.

Seconds later, he heard the sound of a shower being started. It didn't sound like one of the closer ones, though. After a few seconds, he heard another shower. And then another, and another.

Then he felt the steamy warmth of the showers surround his body. Clever Matt! He was turning on only the hot water, in effect turning the shower into a giant steam room.

Then for several minutes, Daniel heard nothing other than the sounds of the running water. The heat enveloped and caressed him. He felt himself beginning to perspire.

And the moisture-slicked tiles beneath his toes were becoming slippery.

He couldn't say how long he had hung there in the sticky, embryonic warmth, but eventually he sensed another presence before him. Then he felt something touch the bottom of his scrotum.

And he screamed, or would have screamed if his mouth weren't taped.

That bastard!

Matt had an ice cube and was rubbing it against his balls!

Daniel danced around, trying to get away from the questing ice cube, but his toes could find no purchase on the slick tiles. Then he felt a hand close around his cock, and he tensed. The attack, when it came, came not at the tip of his cock where he expected it, but at his left nipple! Again he squirmed. Then his right nipple, behind his left knee, on his left earlobe, just above his belly button, just below his right armpit, between his asscheeks. Matt and the damn ice cube was everywhere!

Daniel squirmed half in irritation, half in delight as his unseen tormenter continued to torture him with the ice cube. Finally, it stopped. Daniel thought that maybe the ice cube had melted, but then he heard a muffled exclamation of surprise. The ice cube torturer had moved to his other victim! More muffled sounds. Daniel wanted to laugh so badly that it hurt. Instead he hung on the ropes, making sounds through his nose, with his body silently convulsing in merriment.

Matt stood grinning, watching Daniel. The room had filled with steam, and the tall blue-eyed boy was beginning to redden. Matt picked another ice cube and touched it to the soft, sensitive skin behind the tall boy's knee. Steve jerked against the ropes and swayed freely for several seconds before his toes found the floor. Steve, like Daniel was reacting more as if he were being tickled than tortured. Matt touched the ice cube to Steve's right nipple, and held it there for several seconds against the boy's protests. Then he leaned over and gave the opposite nipple a lick. Steve jerked from the pleasant contact just as he would have from the ice cube.

Matt grinned, and then he slipped the ice cube between Steve's asscheeks. He held it there with one hand as he kneeled and wrapped his lips around the head of Steve's cock. Slowly, he began to fellate the organ.

Steve could hardly believe the juxtaposition of sensations. Then Matt began to administer directly to the head of Steve's cock, and Steve was almost beside himself. Matt played with the underside of Steve's cock head, playing with it with his tongue. His exhalations warmed the sensitive shaft as he began the rhythmic movements that would bring the boy to orgasm.

He inhaled, using the vacuum to mold his cheeks against the shaft, and then he exhaled while lapping his tongue against the underside of the organ. Steve was thrusting forward against the ropes, trying to give more of himself to Matt. It made if difficult for Matt to maintain concentration. Finally, he lifted Steve's right leg and placed it over his shoulder.

Steve was feeling the elemental wind blowing through his guts. A delicious, wild tension had taken root in his belly, and was growing. Blinded, gagged, bound, and mute, he gave himself to the waves of sensation that threatened to overcome him. And then, without warning, the pressure crested. A surge formed somewhere inside of his lower body, and it caused his entire body to clutch convulsively.

And then he was exploding.

When it happened, Matt was ready. He simply held on and rode with it. He tasted the sharp tang of Steve's cum. Again the boy clinched, and his cum spurted. A third and fourth time, and then he was done. The forces that had been controlling his body had expended themselves. There was a crest in the pleasure curve, and then it grew jagged, and then he was going down. Even as the last sensations jangled through his body, he fell earthward.

And found a handsome, muscular man removing his blinders. The tape on Steve's mouth remained, but he watched as Matt returned to Daniel and repeated the performance.

And when Daniel had seen the mountains, Matt removed the tape from Daniel's eyes. Then he untied the lower ropes from each boy and allowed them to stand in the steam with their bound hands in front of them. Matt turned off the extra showers and adjusted one to a warm temperature. Then he returned to the boys and, pulling on the ropes that circled their wrists, led them to the stream of warm water.

Matt walked around his captives, admiring their bound form. Steve was on the bottom, on his hands and knees, handcuffed and with his ankles attached to a spreader bar. His ball sack dangled, and his marvelously curved cock seemed to disappear underneath his belly. Above him, laying on Steve's back, was Daniel, with his hands cuffed his to his slave collar, and his crossed ankles in the air. Daniel was also hard, but his cock had become tangled in the ropes that bound his ankles.

Matt had fastened the boys to each other with several loops of rope around their hips, midsections, and shoulders. Now he leisurely inspected them both,

Steve had a fine line of chesnut-colored pubic hairs forming a vee-shape below his scrotum, tapering down to his asshole. Daniel's asshole was a smooth and hairless as a newborn's. The tracks of the belt were still visible against his pale flesh.

Matt kneeled between the knees of Steve and held his cock in his hand. A large drop of precum glistened at the slit. He guided himself forward until his dick was just touching Steve's puckered anus, and he lubricated it with the slick fluid.

Just above, Matt could see Daniel's asshole quivering in anticipation, but Daniel's always eager asshole would have to wait.

Steve stiffened as Matt inserted his middle finger into Steve's asshole. Matt used his finger to investigate the interior of Steve's rectum. Somewhere inside and below, Matt knew that he would press the thin wall of the rectum against the boy's prostrate gland, so he explored.

And was rewarded when Steve's cock twitched and the boy gasped. Matt smiled. He had located the boy's hot spot. He left his finger inside, gently massaging.

With his other hand he reached forward and grasped the head of Steve's cock. It was slick with precum. He caught it in his cupped fingers and used the meaty part of his thumb to stroke the nexus of nerve endings at the divided underlip. Steve moaned in pleasure.

Then Matt leaned over to lick the base of Daniel's balls. He drew one cool testicle into his mouth and closed his lips about it. He sucked noisily.

By this time, Matt's cock was fairly trembling with excitement. A line of clear fluid dripped from it to the floor between his knees. What had been a dull ache in Matt's ball had become a series of needful pangs.

Matt treated Daniel's asshole to a teasing with the tip of his tongue, and then the urgency overcame him. He gave Daniel's anus a quick probe with the tip of his tongue and then he straightened.

Matt released Steve's cock and removed his finger from Steve's asshole. Then, with his right hand guiding his throbbing member, he pushed his german helmet against its target. Exercising great restraint, he slowly, slowly applied a gentle pressure, until Steve's puckered sphincter partially relaxed and accepted the tip, then the head, then the shaft of Matt's enormous erection.

Matt stopped then, with the head of his cock just inside the boy. A full seven inches, the length of the exposed portion of Matt's shaft, separated him and his target. Matt let himself be still for a few seconds, giving Steve's asshole a chance to learn to accommodate Matt's size. After taking several deep breaths, Matt then moved his shaft in another inch.

And paused. Not yet ready to begin delivering deep thrusts, Matt teased himself with several short strokes that moved him forward no more than an inch, and outward until the lower lip of his german helmet pressed against the enharboring ring of muscle.

Then Matt slid his cock in fully. Steve moaned as he took the full length of Matt's shaft. It seemed to Steve that his very guts were swelling within him. The moment seemed to go on and on. Steve imagined that the big cock would soon be bumping his spine.

Matt did several slow strokes, from full extension to ball-bumping closeness. His hands went to the sides of Steve's ass, and Matt pulled his knees closer in, so that he was more straight, and the shaft entered at a lower angle.

Now, each stroke pressured Steve's sweet spot, and the boy responded with a hiccoughy gasp, and a quick inbreath. Subconsciously, Steve pressed his shoulders upward, in an attempt to get more sensation.

Matt, feeling sure that his bound partner was being satisfied, began fucking the boy in earnest. After a minute of this intense action, he was on autopilot, with his eyes closed and his mouth open, face upward. His fingers tightened on Steve's flesh, and the pressure made little white pockets at each fingertip.

The rhythmic movements were a product of his legs, back, and strong arms. He continued to drive each stroke home, with concentrated effort and ever-increasing speed. A minute later, a hot nucleus of animal sensation was forming in his belly, and his strokes became savage in their intensity. He could not have known it, but his head was thrown back, and he was giving throat to the sensations.

The sensations continued, and spread out in his belly like a white-hot heat that seemed to displace his internal organs, driving all other sensation away. It jangled outward along his skin like a nervous energy. And it created startlingly real pleasure at the point of contact.

And when it broke, it freed a blinding spasm that crumbled Matt's substantial musculature and made the boy scream. It clinched his ass and drove him forward. It clutched his belly and his groin and drove a mass of hot cum from the buried head of his cock deep into the gut of the tall boy.

Steve felt the warm, moist heat spreading within him, and he gritted his teeth and tightened his asshole, milking the strong boy's cum.

Again, it came, and Matt cried and humped forward.

And again. And again. Until one thrust stung Matt with a stuttering dry cum, and then the need to savagely thrust forward was no more, and Matt lowered his head and panted. His forehead was pressed up against Daniel's bound ankles, and his hot breath assailed Daniel's sensitive asshole.

"Ohhh," Steve said, with a shuddering exhalation. His head, too, was hanging.

Daniel had gotten quite a ride on Steve's back, but he felt that he had been left out. Now, with the fuck concluded, he looked down at his ankles, where Matt's dark hair outlined his head. Matt was moaning softly. Steve under him was panting, and the tall boy's back was no longer a stable platform. In fact, a layer of sweat had formed between them, and Daniel was sliding around on Steve's back to the extent of the ropes.

Matt moaned again, and suddenly, perversely Daniel found it very funny. Before he had given it any thought, the amusement rose within him and he broke out laughing. Matt raised his head and looked at Daniel. Daniel caught the look and laughed even harder. Then Steve began to chuckle.

Matt pulled himself free and rocked back on his heels. Daniel was fairly effused in amusement. Steve was chuckling and wagging his head. Matt felt a silly grin forming on his face, and then he, too, began to chuckle.

And a minute later, when Daniel had laughed himself sore, the laughter tapered off.

"What, Dan," asked Matt, still back on his haunches, "do you think's so funny?"

Daniel raised his head and looked at Matt, and a thought circled upward in his mind and caught him. Acting on a caprice, Daniel grinned at Matt and clearly enunciated, "Matt, kiss my ass."

Matt's eyebrows shot upward. He frowned, but then, a few seconds later, he said, "Okay."

And then he removed the ropes attaching the two boys and the ropes around Daniel's ankles. Next he pulled Daniel up into a sitting position. "Hang one," said Matt.

With Daniel watching, Matt walked over to the bureau and retrieved the handcuff keys. Returning, he removed Steve's cuffs.

Daniel watched expectantly as Matt returned to his side. He was wondering what had possessed him.

"Stand up," said Matt.

Daniel stood. Matt took his shoulders and turned him away from Steve. Daniel heard the catches on the handcuffs being ratcheted, and he wondered what Matt was up to.

"Bend it over," Matt ordered.

Daniel bent over and felt a hand on his ass. "Now," he heard Matt say, "you'll get what you need."

"Huh?" Daniel thought, and then he felt one of the wristlets being closed around his cock and balls. Before he could jerk away, Matt had racheted the cuff tight. Daniel tried to straighten, and Matt pushed him back down. "Not yet," said Matt, "you wanted me to kiss your ass, didn't you?"

He let the other end of the cuff hang between Daniel's thighs, and then he kneeled behind Daniel and planted a noisy, wet one on Daniel's right buttock. Strangely, Matt thought, he felt himself becoming hard again.

"Good enough?" he asked Daniel. "Huh?"

Daniel straightened and said, "Fine."

"Un-huh," said Matt, "I'm glad you approve."

Then he reached down and grabbed the hanging handcuff. He pulled it back between Daniel's asscheeks so that it lifted Daniel onto tiptoe.

"Uh-oh," said Daniel, as Matt forced him to walk backwards away from the exercise mat. Steve had rolled over onto his butt and was removing his ankle restraints. He grinned at Daniel.

Matt backed Daniel across the room. "Hey, Steve," Matt called. "Come and watch!"

"Yes, sir," said Steve. He stood up and followed the odd pair. Slender Daniel looked cute with his hands cuffed to his collar and his dick dipping between his legs.

"Uh-oh," Daniel repeated. There were nearing the door of their apartment.

Just as Daniel feared, Matt pulled Daniel over to the door and snapped the free cuff around the door knob. It was several inches lower than Daniel's waist, and the boy was forced to brace his feet outward and lean far forward.

Steve arrived.

Naturally, he was hard.

"Hey," Matt said.

"Yes, sir?"

"I think he wants to kiss your dick."

"Yes, sir, I'd like that."

"Careful, though. He bites."

"Yes, sir."

Matt laughed and walked away.

What a cunt!

Well, Daniel could spend the night on the floor in a sleeping bag.

With his ankle chained to . . . the bed post?

And Steve.

Matt wondered what it would feel like to be filled with that great curved cock.

Matt headed for the rest room, but before he entered he looked back at the two by the door.

He grinned.

It wasn't so bad.

Not bad at all.

Daniel's birthday.

Thanks for reading, and always remember, when dealing with your lover, to execercise the proper restraint.