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The Story of O - Retold
WARNING: The following story is intended for entertainment of mature adults 21 years of older. The characters and story-line are fictional. While the characters may not practice safe sex - YOU SHOULD! The story contains descriptions of sexual activity between consenting adult males. If you are offended by sexual activity in general, sex between males, bondage and discipline, go no further! It is your choice from this point on.
We seemed to hit it off from the start: both of us were in our mid-thirties, single, successful banking junior execs on the rise, each in the international banking division of large conglomerate banks and caught up in the urban craziness of working out to keep our bodies toned, jumping from bed to bed, aware of AIDS , being fairly cautious, or at least usually having "safe sex", but generally making enough money to have the "finer things in life" at our disposal. I was based in New York and Rene was in Paris. That, however, didn't prove a problem to our friendship in that I traveled to our Paris branch every other week, flying over on the company account, aboard the Concord, and working Fridays and Mondays - of course, the weekends were mine and all playtime.
At first, Rene and I played the straight card - each bedding Parisian woman. Oftentimes, it was a four-some, switching females as the night went on, or double-teaming one of them.
That's how it started. I had picked up Alyssa on a Friday night - she was one of those women who just exuded sex from every pore in her body - nothing was taboo to her, and everything seemed like a new experience. Rene hadn't found anyone to his liking, and it appeared that he and I were going to share this beautiful woman's cunt, ass and mouth that evening. That was OK with Rene and me, it actually turned me on, watching him have sex. I had played on the "other team" occasionally, taking young, male studs to bed - and considered myself a healthy bi-sexual male in the prime of his life.
The big question was, where was Rene's head in terms of having sex with another guy? Rather than risk our friendship by bringing the subject up, Allyssa did it for us. Both Rene and I had already fucked Allyssa once that night after returning to my hotel room, so I didn't give it a second thought when Rene went to make himself a drink, and Allyssa and I slipped into a tight 69; my mouth on her cunt and those amazing French lips sliding up and down on my cock.
I'm 6 1/2 inches, cut, but a very wide 8 inches in circumference: Rene, on the other hand, is 9 1/2 long, uncut, but an "average " 5 inches round.
Rene had come back to the bedroom with his drink and was sitting in the chair next to the bed just watching Allyssa and I go at it. Suddenly, Allyssa pulled her head off my cock, turned to Rene, and said, in that Parisian accent, "Come here, lover, and we'll form a daisy chain." Without missing a beat, I found myself still buried in Allyssa's cunt, while she deep throated Rene, and he swallowed my "johnson" to the hilt. After her third climax, it seemed perfectly normal for her to slide off the bed, while Rene continued to ease me right to the edge, and then bring me back a little to stave off a climax. As she moved off the bed, it also seemed perfectly OK for me to swing around, and pull Rene's cock to my lips.
I don't know how long we continued, because as each of us sucked the other cock deep down our throats we seemed to loose all time. Allyssa had positioned herself next to the two of us, when I felt a well-lubbed finger slide into my asshole. Little did I know that she had done the same to Rene. It must have been our natural competitive spirit, because he and I continued this battle to bring the other to a climax first. As we did, I felt a second finger slide into my asshole and begin to massage my prostate. I was beginning to lose control, feeling my cum churn in my balls. Not wanting to lose out to this Frenchman, and not knowing if Allyssa had two fingers up his ass, I figured I would add one of my fingers to hers. As I did, she pulled her finger out. Hearing Rene's groan of disappointment, I quickly replaced her finger with two more of mine. His breathing immediately quickened, and I could tell he was fast approaching the point of no return. At the same moment, however, I felt a third and then a fourth finger slide up my asshole, and almost beat a drumbeat on my prostate. I don't know why, but the pressure on my sphincter muscle seemed to decrease for a moment, but then increased again. Little matter, however, 'cause between the finger-fucking my asshole was getting, the massage of my prostate and the great head Rene was giving; I was loosing all control. Gripping each other's head and forcing each other's lips down to those pubic hairs, we each rammed our cocks down those willing throats and dumped a bucket load of cum deep down each other's throat. Rene knew the game as well as I did: with each blast to jism, I would rub his prostate, and he would rub mine, causing another load to pump through our cocks.
I don't know who finished first, both of us collapsed onto our backs, letting our cocks slide out of each other's mouth at the same time. As we relished the afterglow, we slowly slide our hands out of each other's assholes. Exhausted from one of the most powerful climaxes either of us could remember in recent times, we just laid there, eyes closed, desperately trying to get air into our lungs. As I slowly opened my eyes, looking past that beautiful cock which only moments before had filled my mouth, I saw Rene's face, as we both broke into wide grins. All he could say, and it was my exact thought, was "Wow!" As we gained our senses, we realized that Allyssa was no longer in the room. I got off the bed, and saw the note by the door, "Enjoy, lovers."
Rather than talk, I went to the wet bar and fixed myself a drink, asking if Rene wanted a refill. He said yes, while he got up and went to the john to take a piss. I watched him moved across the room, 6 feet, 3 inches tall, washboard abs, a V-shaped chest that ended in a 28 inch waist. His cock, now limp, swung against his legs as he crossed the room. And his ass, one of those bubble-butts, that just begged to be fucked. Just watching him, started to get me hard again. Not only was he a gorgeous specimen of maleness; he was almost a mirror image of myself. Same height; same weight; he with brown hair and brown eyes, I had brown hair and blue eyes; his cock longer than mine, but mine fatter than his; both with amazingly fuckable butts - we could have been brothers!
And that was the problem. We not only had almost identical physiques, but identical sexual desires. We both were TOPS, and while the evening continued with giving and getting great head two more times that night; each of us struggled to fuck the other.
Maybe it was our competitive spirit, but neither gave in to the other's need to fuck. And so, as the sun came over the Paris skyline, all we could do was look at each other, and laugh. "Daniel, my friend," Rene said, "we are not meant to be lovers, but just friends." "We both need to bury these love tools in a warm ass, and you are not going to let me into your's, nor I, you into mine." As I chuckled, and agreed with him, I said, "But at least you have seen that I prefer that it be a man's ass." "Ah, Daniel, I too prefer men, but only played the straight game to be near your naked body." We looked at each other, laughed out loud at our foolishness, and toasted the morning and our new relationship with the watered-down drinks I had made hours before.
"Daniel, I'm going to go to my apartment, call the office, and take the morning off to sleep. Remember, we both have a 3:00 meeting which we can't miss," Rene said as he began to dress. As he came out of the bathroom, he noticed a book in my luggage. Picking it up, he read the title aloud, The Story of O. "What is this?"
"It is a book about a French lover, O, who willingly submits to bondage and discipline at the hands of a Master, at her lover's request." "I've read it several times, and the only problem with it is that you have to read it with one hand." I could tell from the expression on his face that he didn't understand. "It is so hot, that as you hold it with one hand, reading it, you are jerking yourself off with the other hand!" I said with a smile. "Take it, you might enjoy it."
Rene left that morning, book in hand, and we both had that hung-over look at the 3:00 meeting. I left Paris on the late afternoon flight. Unfortunately, upon my return to the New York office the next day, disappointment struck. I was being transferred to the Hong Kong office for six months!
Rene and I spoke by telephone about once a week during that time, each counting the weeks before I would resume the New York-Paris assignment again. About a month after my Hong Kong stint started, Rene told me about a young lover he had met. His name was Jean Michael; 21 years old, 5 feet 11 inches with a wrestler's compact build, blond hair, blue eyes, and an 8 inch cock that never seemed to go soft. Rene said he was cut, and so he reminded Rene of me!
As the weeks went by, Rene seemed to be falling in love with this young Adonis, and Jean Michael for Rene. Finally, in one of our telephone conversations, I asked, "Rene, is he a good fuck?" I was shocked to hear him reply, "I haven't fucked him, yet. I am the first man he has ever been with, and while he keeps begging for me to fuck his beautiful ass, I'm saving it." I couldn't believe what I was hearing; a guy as aggressive a top as I was, and 5 months without fucking this guy? "Rene, are you getting weird, or something?" I asked. All I heard from the other end of the phone was a laugh, and the words, "No, I have a reason for saving him, and you'll see why when you finally get back to Paris." "Oh, and by the way, I have to buy you a new copy of your book, the pages are all stuck together with cum," he chuckled before saying goodbye.
The Hong Kong assignment ended, and I flew back to New York. I had put in for a one week vacation before my first Paris meeting was scheduled; and I planned to spend that week with Rene and Jean Michael. I had to find out what had happened to my old friend - and perhaps be the first to slide my love joint up Jean Michael's young butt.
The message at the hotel when I checked in late that night was that Rene and Jean Michael would pick me up at 10 a.m. the next morning, outside the hotel. Sleep finally overcame curiosity, and I woke to my 9:00 wake up call. After showering, shaving and getting dressed, I waited outside the hotel, as instructed.
Within minutes, a stretch, black Peugeot limousine pulled to the curb. The smoked rear window slid down, and I was greeted by Rene's smile. As I climbed into the back seat, sitting next to Rene, across from us was one of the most handsome men I have laid eyes on. Young, yes. Innocent looking, yes. But everything Rene had said, and more. This kid would have knocked the socks off any of the boy-toys at Fire Island that summer. As Rene made the introductions, I unabashedly looked at his crotch. He had this huge bulge, which Rene caught me checking out, because I heard from the seat next to me, "Yes, Daniel, it is more than a mouthful!"
The limo had already left the craziness of the Paris streets and was heading towards the French countryside on the highway.
I couldn't wait any longer, and finally asked, "OK, what the fuck is going on with you two, and where the hell are we going?" Jean Michael remained silent, with just the hint of a shy smile, and Rene said, "I'll explain soon enough, but first a drink to your return and to the start of Jean Michael's journey." With that, Jean Michael mixed bloody mary's from the limo's bar, and Rene and I toasted the three of us.
Finally, Rene began. As he had told me on the phone, Rene was the first man that Jean Michael had ever had sex with. They had met at a gay bar in Paris, Jean Michael's first night in Paris after leaving the rural wine country. It was love at first sight, and Jean Michael was only too eager to return to Rene's apartment that night. "But I'm jumping ahead," Rene said. "That book you lent me really had an effect on me." I mentioned it to some gay friends who work at the bank, and one suggested that he had a friend whom I should meet. He arranged for the three of us to have dinner, a few days later, and well, what can I say, but Sir Steven has changed my life --- no, my life and now Jean Michael's life."
"That night that Jean Michael and I went home for the first time was explosive. We sucked each other's cock so often I lost count of how many times we each came. So often, in fact, that for the first time, I had a hard time getting it up, again!" he said with a laugh. "But, not my dear friend, here," pointing to Jean Michael " no, if he ever goes soft it is only for a moment or two!" I looked over and Jean Michael was actually blushing. The flush to his cheeks only made him even more handsome, I couldn't keep my eyes off this boy.
"I called in sick the next morning, and Jean Michael and I fell asleep in each other's arms," Rene continued. "I'm please to tell you, Daniel, that after a few hours sleep, my cock was back to its old self, raging hard and ready for a repeat of the night's activities. Jean Michael and I talked throughout the day, and I offered him a deal. I would hire him at the bank, as my executive assistant. He was to study foreign languages - he now is fluent in French, English, German and Italian. In addition, I wanted him to become knowledgeable of art, music, the finer things in life. He would live with me as my lover, but he was to have sex with no one else, but me; and I wanted to save his ass for something special. He has kept his word, and despite Jean Michael's numerous begging, what you see sitting opposite you is a young man, cultured in the arts, able to converse with the movers and shakers from around the world ---- and with a virgin ass.
With that, Rene reached across, and put his hand on Jean Michael's knee. "Are you nervous?" he asked, gently. "Yes," came the soft reply from Jean Michael.
"I want you to suck Daniel off, and then do me," Rene said with an edge to his voice I hadn't heard before. Jean Michael blushed again, but immediately slid from his seat to the floor, and was kneeling between my knees. He quickly unzipped my pants, and slid them, and my boxers, off my hips and past my shoes. I spread my legs wide, and this Greek god closed his lips over my soft penis, and buried his face in my pubic hair. As he gently sucked my entire cock, playing with it with his tongue, I quickly came to a full hardon. His face, however, never moved from my pubic hairs. As my cock grew, it eased itself down his throat. Only when I was fully erect, did he then begin to slid his mouth up my shaft to the head. Down again, and back up. I slid my hips to the edge of the leather seat, and his hands came up to play with my balls. Without taking his lips off my cock, he somehow moistened his fingers, because I next felt two of his fingers sliding up my asshole, and he began to softly massage my prostate, as he continued the steady face-fucking. It had not only been a long time since I had gotten a blow-job, but never from someone as beautiful as this guy. Within minutes I came with a force that reminded me of the first night Rene had sucked my cock. And I dumped buckets of cum deep down Jean Michael's throat. Finally, and only after I collapsed back against the seat, did Jean Michael slowly part his lips and let my cock fall from his mouth. He looked up at me, and I swear he whispered, "Thank you, sir."
He immediately inched across the floor and proceeded to do the same to Rene. Somehow, it was a little different. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there seemed to be a respect, almost a worship, of Rene's cock by Jean Michael. As I watched these two men give and receive the same ecstasy I had just gotten, I slid my pants and boxers back on. As Rene reached his climax, he bucked his hips wildly into Jean Michael's willing mouth, and Jean Michael reached his arms around his lover to make sure that his face remained buried in Rene's pubic hair. As Rene's breathing returned to normal, Jean Michael slowly, almost painfully, permitted the cock to slip from his lips. Once Rene's cock was completely out, Jean Michael looked at him with his gorgeous eyes and said aloud, "Thank you, Sir." I hadn't been wrong!
As Jean Michael slowly rose and sat back onto the seat across from us again, he unconsciously licked his lips, searching for any possible cum that he might have missed.
Tenderly, Rene moved off the edge of his seat and knelt in front of Jean Michael. Unbuttoning his fly, he released an 8 inch cock that was so anxious to get free from Jean Michael's pants that, from across the seats, I actually heard it slap the young man's belly. Rene had described Jean Michael's cock in terms of length, what he hadn't told me about was how thick it was. He had my cock beat by a couple of inches! In fact, Rene's hand could not encircle the entire girth. But quickly, this monster disappeared into Rene's mouth, and down his throat. From my viewpoint, I could see his cock as Rene slid his lips up to the cockhead, and then as he deep throated the full length, I could see its outline as it slid down Rene's throat. Rene gently played with Jean Michael's balls, lifting and squeezing them - I thought perhaps a bit to hard, but it didn't seem to phase Jean Michael. Rene also toyed with Jean Michael's asshole with his finger, rubbing back and forth across that rose bud. Jean Michael struggled to mount that finger, but as he did, Rene would slid his hand back and squeeze his balls. Jean Michael would relax back onto the seat, and Rene would begin again the slow, torturous stimulation of his asshole; only to again back away as Jean Michael's asshole tried, almost on its own, to capture Rene's fingers.
I've seen guys get head before, but for some reason, I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me. My cock was as hard as a rock, and I unzipped my pants, again. As Rene and Jean Michael continued, I matched their movements with my hand on my cock. Rene may have had the patience to maintain a slow pace, but I couldn't. My hand was flying up and down my cock as I watched Jean Michael approach his climax. I came with such force that I shot my load across the space between the seats, hearing it splatter on the leather seat opposite me. It was then that Jean Michael began a low growl that seemed to come from the depths of his body. As he went over the edge, arching his back and hips, Rene surprisingly slid his mouth to the cockhead, rather than taking his lover's load down his throat. I soon realized why. When Jean Michael's breathing indicated he had spent the last drop of cum, Rene removed his lips from his cock and moved to Jean Michael's mouth. Locked in a deep kiss, Jean Michael's eyes showed the momentary shock of tasting his own cum, as Rene pushed it from his mouth into Jean Michael's willing throat. As their lips parted, Rene said, aloud, "I love you."
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From news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail Sun Oct 26 16:26:14 1997 Path: news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newshub2.home.com!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: Geoff07@aol.com (Geoff07) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated Subject: Story: O, Part 2, M/M, B/D Date: Sun, 26 Oct 1997 20:26:25 GMT Organization: ASSGM Posting Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 Lines: 417 Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Message-ID: 3454a4d5.38661768@news NNTP-Posting-Host: cx47158-a.pwy1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.451
We redressed and rode in silence for several miles; each of us, in our own world. Finally Rene broke the silence by saying, "Daniel, I should tell you about the 'journey' that Jean Michael is about to take. As he and I became committed to each other, we read your book, The Story of O, time and again. Something in it kept drawing us back. Finally one night, Jean Michael whispered in my ear, 'I would be your O, if that would please you.' I can't tell you what that did for me, for our love of each other."
"We are going to the home of Sir Steven, an British expatriot who has lived in France for many years. He is extremely wealthy, in his own right, but also a highly successful international trader in the import/export business. He is quite an unusual individual, having one of the largest private zoos of endangered animals on his estate, entertaining and being entertained by heads of state around the world, and a frequent donor to charities and civic causes throughout Europe and the USA. His most unusual aspect, and also his most private, is his personal life style, and the life style he selectively provides to his friends and wealthy, powerful clients," Rene continued.
"Sir Steven is a Master, in the same sense as the character in your book. He has a stable of young, virile men at his château whose role in life is to provide any sexual pleasure to his guests. To assure that these rich and powerful guests are not disappointed, Sir Steven trains these men, through bondage and discipline, to provide every sexual pleasure known to man -- and probably a few pleasures only known to Sir Steven and his boys. Very infrequently, and only as a special favor to his closest friends, Sir Steven will take on a young man and train him. I am one of those select friends. Sir Steven has agreed to take Jean Michael for a week, teach him how to bring me ultimate pleasure, and Sir Steven will do this as a gift to me."
"We shall be Sir Steven's guests for the night, returning to Paris tomorrow; but Daniel, it will just be you and me tomorrow. Jean Michael will remain at the château, and next Saturday I shall return to get him."
"Sir Steven said to me that tonight, as you, he and I dine, we shall be entertained by Jean Michael's initiation into this new world. I don't know, nor does Jean Michael, what tonight, or the rest of the week shall bring; but it is a journey Jean Michael wants to take, as we move to a new level of our love relationship."
I looked at my old friend, and then at his young lover, in disbelieve. Maybe it was not disbelieve, but certainly my emotions and thoughts were in a whirlwind. The pure eroticism of bondage, discipline, sex slaves. I was getting turned on by the thought of my friend Rene having this type of control and relationship with another man. And the other man was this gorgeous, handsome stud who a few minutes before had brought me to a new height of orgasm; and he hadn't yet begun Sir Steven's training. In addition, he was willing, no he was begging, to undergo that training, so that he could better pleasure Rene. I had a raging hardon, just from the thought of it.
At that moment, we turned off the road onto a private drive, stopping first for the electronic gates to open for our car. I lowered my window, and there on the crest of a hill, about a half mile away, was the type of French château one pictures in story books, complete with it turrets and mansard roofs.
Within minutes we had entered the circular drive and stopped in front of the massive front doors. As the chauffeur open the door for us to exit the limo, the front door opened, and in its archway stood an impeccably dressed gentleman, probably in his early 50s, tanned, well built, silver hair. As we approached, he warmly greeted Rene, who in turn introduced me by saying, "Daniel, I would like to meet Sir Steven." We exchanged pleasantries, and finally, Rene turned to Jean Michael, and simply said, "Sir Steven, this is Jean Michael."
Jean Michael stepped forward and extended his hand to shake Sir Steven's hand.
Sir Steven ignored the outstretched hand, stepped forward, and as he slid his hands down Jean Michael's shoulders and chest, Sir Steven locked his lips to Jean Michael's in a passionate embrace. When Sir Steven stepped back, again, Jean Michael had a look of slight embarrassment and a warm blush rose in his cheeks; obviously having been surprised at such a public display by a stranger in front of his lover, Rene.
With that, Sir Steven turned and invited us into his home. In the foyer, stood the consummate English butler, Robson, as Sir Steven referred to him as, somewhere in his late 60s, dressed in the traditional dark grey cutaway suit complete with white gloves. I almost snickered, he looked so Hollywood.
"Robson," Sir Steven said, "please take our guests to the drawing room, get them something to eat and drink, and make sure they are comfortable." Turning to Rene and me, he said, "Gentlemen, I apologize. We had a definite misfortune last evening. One of my guests, a Russian gentleman who controls much of the new 'commercialism' in Moscow was insulted by one of my staff. He left still angry just a few moments ago, and now my connection to the Russian black market is in jeopardy. I'll worry about that later on, but right now I am going to have to discipline the young man who so miserably failed in his duty to my guest. I invite you to watch, if you would like, but I must caution you, the discipline will involve bestiality, so naturally, if you would prefer, Robson shall entertain you until I return."
Rene and I looked at each other, and our throats were so dry with excitement, we could barely speak the words, "We would very much like to join you."
Sir Steven stepped between us, put his arms around both Rene's and my shoulders, and began to walk down the corridor. Without even looking at Jean Michael, he said, "Jean Michael, you will come also. It is important to see what happens when you fail to pleasure your Master."
A shutter of fear when down my spine, and I hoped Sir Steven didn't notice.
We walked for about ten minutes, turning from corridor to corridor, and I began to get a sense as to how massive this château was. Finally, we stopped in front of a paneled door which Sir Steven open, and invited us to enter. The room really was two rooms, divided by a floor to ceiling glass wall. At least 15 feet high, the two rooms were in stark contrast. Where we were standing was richly carpeted, the walls paneled in walnut, a fireplace to one side and overstuffed, leather chairs facing the glass wall. The wall and the other room reminded me of the squash and racquetball courts at my health club.
The rooms were separated by this floor to ceiling, wall to wall glass partition, and on the other side was a cube with no windows, totally paneled in brilliant white seamless sides. On the opposite wall was the outline of a half door, however, there was no hardware or door knob visible from inside the cube. Across the ceiling were large light fixtures, spaced between each light were strange looking grills or vents, and there was a low, whirling sound coming from within the cube - sort of like the rush of air in an air conditioning system, but different. Sir Steven must have noticed my quizzical expression as I tried to place the strange sound.
"Daniel, you have excellent hearing. What you noticed is the sound of the extraction system on the other side of the glass wall. It renders this room soundproof from any noises coming from the other side of the glass," he said with a smirk.
At hearing those words and seeing that smile, another shiver went down my spine, just as Robson began circulating among us taking drink orders.
Sir Steven motioned us to the chairs facing the glass wall, taking the center chair for himself, and saying, "Rene, please sit here to my right, and Daniel, you on my left." Obviously, Sir Steven assumed that Jean Michael would sit in the chair which was to the right, and slightly behind, Rene's chair.
As Robson began serving cocktails, a door, which I hadn't noticed, opened beside the fireplace. Into the room walked two guys, identical twins, 6 feet, 6 inches tall, who looked bigger than any bouncers I had ever seen at any leather and bike bar. But no beer bellies on these guys, I figured 30 inch waists on each. Washboard abs, massive pecs and shoulders, and arms and necks like tree trunks. Teutonic warriors of old, blond hair, blue eyes. On each wrist they wore a black leather wristband with a discrete iron ring attached in the middle. Their chests were bare, and so were their feet. As they walked across the room, I noticed that they had leather bands similar to the wristbands, but around their ankles. But it was what else they were wearing that really startled me: full length skirts, or more like the Middle Eastern men's caftans --- form-fitting at the waist with a 3 inch leather waistband that seemed to connect in the back, and bellowing out in yards of material to the floor. The only body hair I noticed, aside from their head and arms, was a thin line of dark blond hair that started at the navel and grew wider as it descended to behind the waistband. Between these two giants was a young man, in his early 20s, bare-ass naked. Without the bookend twins, the man in the middle would have been impressive: about 5'10" tall, he had the compact musculature of someone who wrestles - then it struck me; he looked very much like Jean Michael. Same eyes, same hair, same build; and while Rene had said that Jean Michael's cock was seldom soft, our entertainment's cock was flaccid. Nonetheless, a 4 inch soft cock has always impressed me. His balls were about the size of walnuts, and hung a good inch below his cockhead. All told, a very handsome, attractive package.
The two German twins literally carried him into the room, his toes barely touching the carpet, and held him directly in front of Sir Steven. The boy's eyes were fixed on the ground, obviously afraid to look into his Master's face.
Slowly, Sir Steven stood, and gently lifted the boy's chin with his hand. "Why, Lucas, why you, of all my boys, have you disappointed me so? "You are among my favorites, and I thought I had trained you so well," Sir Steven said directly into the young man's face. Lovingly, Sir Steven wiped away a tear that had begun to run down the man's cheek.
Quickly, the words came from the young man - perhaps hoping that an explanation could save him from the pending punishment. "He was a pig, Sir. With his 3 inch cock, drunk on vodka, rotting teeth and bad breath, he wanted only to fist-fuck me...."
The boy's words were cut off in mid-sentence by a loud, ear-splitting slap across his face by Sir Steven. "He was my guest, Lucas, and you were to pleasure him in any way that he wanted! You may have cost me millions in trade on the Russian black market, but more importantly, you have embarrassed me. As your punishment, you will be locked in the room behind this glass wall with Nibso. But since I still care very much for you, Nibso will wear a muzzle, and Karl and Christian will pull you to safety after Nibso has one climax," Sir Steven said. "One climax, Lucas; do you understand? Nibso gets to cum once, anyway you can do it!"
With that, Sir Steven kissed the boy full on his lips, and then sat back down.
Immediately, Robson appeared between Sir Steven and Lucas. On a silver tray, the butler offered Sir Steven an unopened jar. As Sir Steven opened the jar, we were startled by the putrid, dank smell that escaped. As Sir Steven handed the open jar to Christian, the German boy on the right, Karl, his twin brother turned Lucas towards himself, placed his hands on Lucas's waist, picked the boy off the ground and turned him upside down, so that his ass was now facing Christian.
Christian dipped the four fingers of his right hand into the jar of horribly smelling stuff. He withdrew his fingers and some type of almost honey-like substance dripped from his finger tips. Quickly, he shoved all four fingers into Lucas's upturned asshole. The gasp that escaped from Lucas' mouth was only slightly muffled by the boy's quiet sobs. Again, Christian coated his fingers with the strange liquid, and again stuffed them down the boy's asshole, twisting and coating the inside of Lucas' love canal. For a third time, Christian coated his fingers, but this time he simply rubbed the liquid between Lucas' ass crack, and around on his ass cheeks.
With that, Karl righted Lucas to a standing position, Christian handed the jar to Robson, and the three left through the same door that they had used to enter the room.
The interior door closed and minutes passed before anyone in the room dared to break the silence. Finally, as we finished off our drinks and Robson passed to offer refills, Rene broke the silence, "What the fuck was that strange smelling shit?" asking the question at least three of us wanted to know.
"Ah, mon ami," Sir Steven said, as he looked between both Rene and me, "that was the vaginal discharge of a Giant Geladas Baboon in heat."
As he chuckled to himself, he seemed to settle into his chair, as he began to tell us what the next minutes would hold. "Daniel, I hope that Rene has told you of my hobby of attempting to protect some of the world's endangered animals. Well, Giant Geladas are one of my favorites. They are baboons from the northern African country of Ethiopia. They, unfortunately, are on the verge of extinction. Truly beautiful animals they look like a cross between a dog and a lion. They have long snouts instead of the pushed-in noses of apes, and the male heads are surrounded by a long-flowing mane similar to a lion. The standard Gelada stands only about 3 feet tall, but the Giant Gelada stands better than 7 feet."
"Of all the primates, the Geladas are unique in four ways: (1) they spend about 20% of the day grooming each other's fur, picking over matted hair, bits of leaf and burrs - this is more than just grooming, however, it is a symbol of friendship and loyalty; (2) the medical research indicates that as far as baboon marrow transplants to humans for AIDS treatment, Geladas are the least likely to cause rejection by the human immune system, and (3) and probably the most entertaining behavioral aspect for us tonight, Geladas are considered 'polymorphous perverse' - that is that while they mate for procreation, they have sex for pleasure, regardless of the sex of the partner. In fact, male Geladas have been known to even mount holes in tree trunks to jerk-off! If they could talk, I'm sure there are a few wild stories about males who have put their cocks into tree holes without regard to what else might be inside that tree," he said, laughing out loud.
"But I bore you with stories of my dear endangered friends, ... I apologize," Sir Steven said. In an other time or place, I could have listened intently to this man's discussion of the struggles of endangered animals, but my head and cock were racing forward in anticipation of what was going to happen to poor Lucas.
Suddenly, the half-door on the opposite side of the cube opened, and Lucas was roughly shoved into the room. Naked, he stood, and walked around the room. "Because of the lighting, Lucas can't see us behind the glass wall, even though he knows we are here," Sir Steven offered.
It was only a matter of moments when the half-door opened again, and into the room lumbered a golden brown beast. Its body, arms, and legs were totally covered with hair about 6 inches long. Its head, however, had a mane of 18 inch long flowing hair that framed its almost dog-like face. Over the snout was a thick leather muzzle; and as it entered the room, it raised its snout to sniff the air. Obviously it immediately caught the scent of the female Gelada that had been so roughly shoved into Lucas' ass. As Nibso rose on his legs to his full height - well over 71/2 feet tall, a hairy appendage in Nibso's crotch began to show a small, pink bud that must have been the tip of the beast's penis.
Nibso and Lucas faced each other and proceeded to almost dance around the room; looking at times like two boxers in a ring facing off against each other. The entire time, the animal was sniffing wildly in the air, attempting to find the source of this erotic aroma. As it did, the small pink knob began to grow from its hairy envelope - what had started as an inch, now was almost 4 inches in length, and about the same diameter.
As Nibso slowly moved to the right side of the cubicle, he lunged to the left and caught Lucas in a bearhug. Embracing the boy, the baboon's muzzled nose continued to flail wildly from side to side, seeking the love scent it was so familiar with. As Nibso stopped to begin to pick through Lucas' blond hair, Lucas slipped from the baboon's grasp. Again on opposite sides of the room they paced, slowly closing the circle between themselves.
With an amazing burst of speed, Lucas threw himself across the area separating the two, landing on his back. His lips immediately sought out the emerging tip of Nibso's penis and engulfed the entire exposed portion. I, involuntarily, gagged at the sight: a 4 inch by 4 inch piece of animal flesh, dripping with slime, and this beautiful boy was devouring it; like he enjoyed this everyday. I don't know how much Lucas was enjoying giving head to this beast, but Nibso seemed to be enjoying getting the blow job. He settled back onto his hunches, and as Lucas deep throated the animal's cock, Nibso again returned to grooming Lucas' head of hair.
Both Sir Steven and Robson laughed out loud, as Sir Steven said, "Well, Robson, perhaps you're going to lose that bet, after all." Turning to us, Sir Steven said, "Robson believes that as good as Lucas is at giving head, Nibso will eventually want to fuck Lucas." As both men laughed again, Robson replied to all three of us, "No, Steven, I don't question Lucas' ability to give head, it is just that Nibso likes his entire cock stimulated, and as good as Lucas may be, I don't think he can handle the entire length." As the two of them continued in their private laughter, I turned back to see that Nibso's cock had now grown substantially. I wasn't sure how much of it Lucas had down his throat, but at least nine inches was still exposed. Even using two hands, the boy could not cover the entire length of the beast's member. And the length was not the only problem Lucas was facing. As he slid his lips up and down Nibso's cock, I was struck by the girth of it. Beginning at the head, it was at least 6 inches round; but as it continued back to the animal's body it grew to at least 12 inches round. Clearly, Lucas was having difficulty taking even a part of it down his throat. From where I sat the animal's cock looked like a man's forearm in length and width.
Lucas continued to bob up and down on the first quarter of the massive cock, with his hands, one next to the other, rapidly stroking the next two quarters of the beast's penis. Almost as if hearing Robson say, "Steven, I don't think Nibso is getting enough,..." the beast stopped grooming Lucas' hair, and with a mighty sweep of his hand, knock the man across the room, through the air, as if he was a mere bug.
Lucas crashed into the wall, about 5 feet above the floor, and slid to a heap in the corner. Dazed, he just laid there in a fetal position. Nibso, with a foot long cock waving in front of him, again began to sniff at the familiar pheromone in the air. Casually walking over to the heap of human flesh still lying on the floor, Nibso began to nuzzle the boy's ass. Obviously aroused by the scent, Nibso began to become frenzied. Pounching on Lucas' body, the baboon only caused Lucas to stir from the dazed state he was in. Attempting to flee on all fours, Lucas realized the danger he was in. Unfortunately for the young man, all his attempted flight did was expose his ass to the baboon. Reacting as if this potential mate on the floor was inviting him to mount him, Nibso stood on his legs, beat his chest, and uttered a sound that even Sir Steven's soundproofing could not fully contain. In a flash, Nibso again pounced on Lucas' back, grabbing him by the waist, and pulled him, ass first, to his chest. The young man was doubled over in the baboon's grasp, helpless, suspended in the air. As Nibso sat back down on his hunches, he slowly lowered Lucas' ass to the waiting 12 inch cock. It seemed like slow motion, as the boy's ass rested on top of the massive cockhead. Then while Lucas cried out in pain, writhing from side to side, the animal slowly impaled the young man on his love pole. Down, down his body sank onto that huge monster, until suddenly Lucas became still, and hung like a rag doll in front of Nibso's belly; held upright by both the baboon's paws on Lucas' chest and his massive cock on the inside of the boy's body.
"Ah, Robson, you win," said Sir Steven, seemingly oblivious to the pain and trauma Lucas had suffered. Turning to both Rene and me, he must have anticipated our concerns, "Don't worry, Lucas has merely passed out from the pain. If he doesn't come to while stuck on Nibso's cock, the twins will revive him, once Nibso has finished."
Turning back to the scene behind the glass wall, our attention was now drawn to the fact that Nibso was standing at full height, pushing Lucas away from Nibso's body, only to allow it to slid back down that huge cock. Holding the boy at arm's length from that hairy belly, it seemed like gravity caused it to slide back down until Lucas' ass cheeks were again buried in the animal's fur.
Back out to the end of Nibso's cock, and then the gentle slid back down. Improbable as it may seem, but Nibso seemed to know we were on the other side of the glass wall, for he continued to move to give us the best vantige point to see Lucas.
As if he had had enough entertaining us, the baboon again dropped to all fours. Holding Lucas again by the waist - his knees never even touched the floor - the animal began to rapidly thrust in and out of the man's asshole. As he did, Lucas' balls began to swing with the same cadence of Nibso's hips. His balls would swing up to slap the boy's belly, and then back to crash into Nibso fur-covered ball sack.
Amazingly, even though still just a rag doll and unconscious, Lucas' body began to respond. What had been an impressive 4 inch flaccid cock, now grew to a fully hard 8 inches. Without anyone touching the man's cock, but only the increasingly rapid assault on his asshole and prostate, Lucas began to climax. Sensing what was happening to his mate, Nibso pulled Lucas' back to his chest, fully exposing the young man to us, as we watched his cock spasm and spew shot after shot of cum across the air. While Lucas was climaxing, Nibso's rhythm of fucking the young man's ass increased to a blinding pace. Suddenly, Nibso arched his back, thrust his hips as deeply as possible into Lucas, and collapsed onto the boy's back.
Sir Steven immediately picked up a telphone on the table next to him, pushed one of the intercom buttons, and shouted into the phone, "Enough, that's it. Get Lucas to safety!"
Almost before he had hung up the phone, the two twins appeared through the half-door on the opposite side of the cubicle. As Christian grabbed Lucas and pulled him off the beast's still swollen cock, Nibso lashed out with his huge paws at the two twins. Obviously, Nibso was not about to willingly give up his sex toy without a fight. However, as Christian pulled Lucas's still limp body towards the half-door, Karl prodded the animal into a corner with a cattle prod. Once Christian and Lucas were safely outside the cubicle, Karl began to slowly back across the room, until he also ducked through the half-door, and it slammed shut.
With that, Sir Steven rose from his chair. Immediately, the three of us did likewise. Shaking hands with first Rene and then me, Sir Steven glanced down at our crotches. As we followed his gaze, each of us noticed a wet spot in the front of our pants caused by the pre-cum that had leaked out during the past hour's entertainment. With a smirk, Sir Steven said, "Well, I'm pleased you enjoyed yourselves. The night is still young."
Then turning to Robson, he said, "Robson, please see that our guests are shown to their rooms, made comfortable, and let us meet for a tour of Jean Michel's initiation room and dinner in, what say, . . . , a half an hour."
As he crossed the room, he continued to Robson, "Well, after Nibso's cock, I think Lucas will now be able to accommodate our Russian friend's fist-fucking on his next visit. But, Lucas is right, the Russian does have horrible breath. Perhaps, Robson, you could suggest that Listerine is a new flavored Vodka," he chuckled.
With the door now opened, he turned to both Rene and me, gave us a slight bow of his head, and left us alone in the room with Robson.
As we followed Robson out of the room, I glanced over my shoulder, back into the white cubicle - Nibso, the ugly beast who had so brutalized that handsome young man minutes earlier was now trying to lick Lucas' cum off the floor - I could only imagine what would have happened had Karl and Christian not pulled him to safety, or if Nibso had not been forced to wear a muzzle!
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Robson lead us back to the entry foyer, and then up the main staircase. At the top, the landing divided into two halls, and Robson motioned us to the right. We continued past a series of doors, which obviously lead to individual rooms. About half way down the hall, stood two young men, one on either side of the hall. Like the German twins, these men were also dressed in the same outfits - bare-chested, leather wrist, ankle and waist bands, and full caftans. The one on the right was oriental, only 5'8" tall, but beautifully proportioned; wide shoulders; a waist I could have encircled with two hands; straight, jet black hair, and eyes so dark they too seemed black. And smooth skinned - not a hair on his chest, even his arms appeared not to have much hair. The man on the left was about 6'4", slightly taller than me, but very dark complexioned - not Black, more of the Mediterranean swarthy color. His hair also was jet black, but long curls that fell to his shoulders. His eyes - god, his eyes - were the most piercing blue I had ever seen! A line of hair, about an inch wide began under the leather waistband of his caftan, narrowed to about a half-inch at his navel, and then gradually fanned out to fill the area between his fully developed pecs.
Robson stopped in front of these two men; turning first to the one on the left, he said, "This is Duv, from Israel. Duv, this is our American guest." Turning to the right, he gestured towards the Oriental, and said, "And this is Xan from mainland China. Xan, this is Jean Michael's Master. Cocktails will be in one-half hour, in the drawing room off the foyer."
With that, the two men each opened the door they had been standing in front of, and gestured for me to follow Duv and Rene to follow Xan.
Robson simply said, "Jean Michael, you will come with me," and he immediately started down the hall. Jean Michael looked at Rene, then at the back of Robson, nodded his head to Rene, and quickly sought to catch up to Robson. Rene and I looked at each other, smiled in anticipation of what the next half-hour would hold, and closed the doors to our rooms.
The room was massive; probably 30 by 30 feet. It had a sitting area with a fireplace, and in the center of the room was a king-sized four-posted canopy bed. Duv stood silently by the wet bar, as I turned to take in the room. When my gaze returned to him, he asked, "May I get you something to drink or eat, Sir?"
I said, "No thanks, I'm fine."
"Then, Sir, if you will get undressed, I'll prepare your shower," Duv said as he entered a room off to the side of the bedroom.
I stripped out of the clothes I had on, tossing them on one of the chairs, and stood there naked for a moment. I could hear the shower water running in the next room, and as I walked to the bathroom, I realized I hadn't taken a piss all day. As I entered the bathroom, there in the middle stood Duv, also naked. In the hallway, I had been impressed with this man - from the waist up. From the waist down - he was even more impressive! I now saw that the line of hair that went from his chest to the waistband continued to expand down to his crotch were it encircled his cock. And what a cock! As thick as mine, but 4 inches flaccid. Circumcised, of course, it rested on his ballsack, which looked to have been shaved. The effect was riveting; it displayed balls that were the size of golf-balls, which hung down about 4 inches. His thighs were massive and muscled, and I could only guess what his ass looked like.
I walked over to the toilet and began to pee. As I did, Duv came over to my side, and said, "May I help, Sir," as he reached out with his hand to hold my cock and direct the flow into the toilet. Fortunately, I had started to piss, because if I hadn't my cock would have grown in this man's warm grasp. As it was, my cock began to swell slightly. As my piss-stream ended, Duv slide his hand down over my cockhead, and wiped the lingering drop with his fingers. He motioned me to what looked like a barber's chair in the corner of the bathroom, and said, "I'll shave you now, Sir, if that is all right."
As I settled onto the leather seat, I knew that my cock would be at full attention in a matter of moments. But just as quickly, Duv began to wrap my face in scented, steamed towels. With my face wrapped and my eyes covered, Duv slowly tilted the back of the chair so that I was now prone, and I inhaled deeply through the scented towel. I don't know what the scent was, but it caused my body to totally relax - well, all except for one part of my body - my cock seemed to grow even hard, wider and longer. My mind was racing as to the possible fantasies that would happen if I reached my hand out to this young man. Instead, I decided to just lay back and enjoy the moment. Duv slowly removed the face towels, and while I kept my eyes closed, he began to lather my lower face with shaving cream. Never in my thirty odd years had a shave been such a sensual experience. As he finished shaving my five-o'clock shadow, he wiped the remaining cream off my face.
As he straightened the chair, I opened my eyes, and he gestured towards the shower. As I stepped under the spray of water, Duv came up behind me, reached around and began to soap my chest. I pressed back, leaning into his chest, and his hips pushed forward to meet my ass. I could feel his cock growing between my legs and the lower part of my ass crack. He lathered my chest, flicking his nails across my nipples, and then continued to soap my abdomen down to my pubic hairs. But he stopped just before reaching my cock which was standing straight out from my body, bobbing under the shower spray, which seemed to magically direct a needle spray to my cockhead. Without moving his chest and hips from my back and ass, he began to wash each arm. As he reached my hand, his fingers massaged between each of my fingers. Finishing both arms and hands, he slowly pulled his chest away from my back and began to wash my back, still keeping his hips pressed against my ass. As his hands reached my waist, he slowly moved his hips, and began to wash my ass. His fingers slid between my ass and he ran them up and down the crack, concentrating, over and over again, on my asshole.
He must have sensed that if he had kept that up I would have shot my load, even without him or me touching my cock, because he then knelt down, and began to wash the inside of my thighs. His fingers brushed against the back of my ballsack, but again, he avoided grasping either my balls or my cock. His hands moved down each leg, finishing by massaging the area between my toes, as he had my fingers. Having finished both feet, he pulled back, and our bodies lost all contact for a moment. Then suddenly, I felt his tongue worming its way through my crack to my asshole. He sucked, and probed my asshole with his tongue. One minute lapping across the outside, the next minute, the tip of his tongue darting into and past my sphincter. I couldn't stand it any longer, and turned to face him. As I did, his mouth immediately seized my cock and he deep throated it. With his face buried deep in my pubic hairs, he began to constrict his throat muscles. It was like he was milking my cockhead with his throat. I knew if I didn't stop him I would shot a load down his throat; and much as I wanted to, we only had a half-hour, and I was going to fuck this boy's ass, like there was no tomorrow! As I pulled my cock from his lips I said, "We only have a half-hour."
He immediately stood, stepped out of the shower, and quickly began drying me as I stepped out. As he finished he walked back into the bedroom, and stripped off the cover. I motioned for him to get on the bed, but he said, "May I suggest a position, Sir?" As I nodded, he had me lay on my back, adjusted the pillow behind my head, and then as he climbed onto the bed himself, he bent my legs back to my chest. My first thought was, 'Wait, I'm going to fuck you, boy, not the other way around.' But instead of facing me, he straddled my hips, with his back to me. Pulling my cock between my legs, he lowered himself onto it. He had created a chair, with his ass resting on the back of my thighs. By straightening my legs a little, I could raise and lower Duv's ass off my cock - and I got to watch the whole thing. The inside of the bed's canopy was mirrored!
Duv turned his head to me, smiled as he rode up and down on my cock and said, "May I use these?" In his hand was an 18" pierce of string along which, at even spaces, were 6, 1-inch balls. At the end, in his hand, was a ring attached to the string. "What's that?" I said.
"They are Chinese love knots, something Xan has taught us to use. May I?" I think I said something like, "Sure, what the fuck," but I don't really remember because the whole time Duv was talking to me, he continued to ride my love muscle.
In this position, Duv was able to flick his finger across my asshole, as his balls slapped a beat against the area between my ass and my balls . As his ass moved up and down on my cock, I felt a pressure on my asshole. Involuntarily, my sphincter muscle opened and I suddenly realized Duv had shoved the first of the 6 balls of the love knots up my ass. Duv slowed his up and down movement, so as to delay my climax. Continuing to play with my asshole with one hand, he used the other to press the second love knot against my asshole. It quickly popped inside, and Duv continued until all six where inside me.
He then began to quicken the pace of his sliding up and down on my cock. And like his throat muscles before, now the muscles inside his ass began to constrict around my cock, almost as if they were milking it. I couldn't hold out to this pleasurable torture any longer, and letting a moan erupt from my chest, I began to spew cum from my balls. As the first load raced to my cockhead, he began to pull on the ring attached to the love knots. As I shot my first load, he popped the first love knot out of my ass. I was going wild, I was climaxing from both my cock and my ass at the same time. Duv's up and down motion never stopped, and I kept shooting loads of cum as he kept pulling love knots from my ass! Never have I had such an intense orgasm. When there was nothing left in my balls, Duv slowly rose off my cock, then off my legs, gently straightening and laying them down on the bed.
He turned to me and said, "Rest a moment, Sir." I closed my eyes, trying to get my heartbeat to slow down, and my lungs to breath normally, and just I relished the afterglow. I heard Duv go into the bathroom and as he returned, I opened my eyes. He had put his caftan on again, and had two steaming towels in his hands. One he gently laid over my eyes and nose, and the other I felt wrap around my balls and cock. As I inhaled the scent from the towel, Duv washed my cock and balls with the other towel. Finally, he said, "We must get you dressed for dinner, Sir."
Reluctantly, I sat up, and swung my legs to the floor. Duv walked to the armoire across the room and removed a garment. "Sir Steven prefers that his guests wear these for dinner," he said, holding out a caftan similar to his, but with a shirt-like top. He gathered the garment, came behind me, and had me raise my arms. The caftan unfurled off my shoulders and arms. The shirt potion was loose-fitting with a large V-shaped opening down the front, and sleeves like the billowy kind on a graduation gown. As Duv tightened the 3 inch wide waistband, I noticed for the first time that both Duv's caftan and mine had two rings on either side of the waistband. "What are these for?" I asked, pointing to the rings.
Duv stepped back and smiled, as he said, "The one on the left is for the front and the right for the back." With that he pulled the left ring, and the front of his caftan rose like a theater curtain, until the hem was at the base of the waistband, the fabric cascading down his legs, and his cock and balls fully exposed and framed by the material. Turning around, he pulled the right ring, and the caftan again gathered to expose his ass. Releasing the rings, the material stayed in place, but the lines fell into the folds of material at his sides. He walked back to me, and pointing to a gasket where the line exited the waistband, he said, "To lower the caftan, you simply had to squeeze this gasket," and as he did the front dropped back down to the floor. "We really should get you downstairs, now, Sir," he said as he started towards the door. I don't know if it was on purpose or not, but Duv had not lowered the rear of his caftan. The sight of his ass, and the memory of fucking it, caused my cock to begin to stiffen under my caftan. It was probably fortunate that Duv opened the door to our room, because I don't know how Sir Steven would have reacted to having an American guest late for dinner.
As I stepped through the doorway, Duv stepped aside, bowed slightly, and said, "Good evening, Sir, thank you. I hope you had a pleasant afternoon, and that you have a memorable evening." With that, he turned toward the rear of the hall, and walked away. As he did, his hand touched the side of his waistband, and the rear of his caftan dropped, covering that fabulous ass.
As I reached the foyer, Sir Steven came out of one of the rooms down the hall; we entered the drawing room together. Rene was already sitting on one of the couches and Robson was making him a drink. Robson turned to us as we entered and asked what we wanted to drink.
I was disappointed not to have had a few moments alone with Rene to hear some of the details of his experience with Xan, and to brag about Duv and me. Sir Steven must have been reading my mind for he said, "I hope your showers were enjoyable." Both Rene and I answered, "Yes,...", but Sir Steven didn't wait for us to elaborate.
He continued, "Good, gentlemen, I'm pleased. When we finish our cocktails, I shall give you a tour of the initiation room."
Rene asked, "Will Jean Michael be joining us?" "No," came the response from Sir Steven, "for Jean Michael to know, in advance, how some of the training devices work would be adverse to his learning. While you gentlemen were relaxing upstairs, he began his training program."
"Our training has three components: classroom instruction, laboratory training, and experiential learning," Sir Steven said. "Jean Michael has been in class since he left you. Understand that there are no text books for these classes, except for a male anatomy text, but the art of pleasure must truly be learned - it can't just be, as it is for the vast majority of souls, a hit-or-miss, if-it-feels-good-repeat-it type behavior. No, he must understand why something gives pleasure, so that he can take that knowledge and apply it to other behavior. For example, I'm sure both of you have experienced the pleasure of having your cock deep down the inside of someone's throat. Perhaps you have been lucky enough to have found someone who, while your cock is buried to the hilt, can constrict the muscles of his esophagus to simulate a milking action. Once the individual knows how to do that, and why the body can do that; then he is capable of applying that knowledge to other parts of his body, such as his rectal and colon muscles."
Rene and I exchanged glances. Obviously, Xan had used the same milking action on Rene as he fucked Xan, that Duv did to me.
Looking back at Sir Steven, he had a knowing smile. "In addition to understanding the body's physical structure, we must also teach the mental component. The primary focus of that component is, of course, pain. Pain is a learned response, a physical response, as well as an emotional response. The emotional response, however, is mostly built upon fear - fear of the unknown. Jean Michael will learn how much pain he can tolerate; this is critically important, because now he only operates on fear. Once you and he know how much he can tolerate, then you can decide whether, and when, you want to cross that threshold. He will learn that when that threshold is crossed, he can control the physical side of pain by having his mind cause his body to shut-down. As you saw earlier, when Lucas could no longer handle the pain caused by the girth and length of Nibso's cock, Lucas' brain told his body to pass out. By doing so, Lucas escaped further pain, but he did not deny his dominate partner the pleasure his partner was seeking."
"I know that Jean Michael's ass is still virgin," Sir Steven said to Rene. "I shall respect your right to be the first to take that virginity. During the week various tools shall be used on Jean Michael, but I assure you that no human cock will enter his asshole. Gentleman, since we have finished our cocktails, shall I now show you the initiation room?" Sir Steven said.
Without waiting for our replies, Sir Steven stood and began to walk to the door. Rene and I jumped to our feet and followed him through the foyer and down one of the corridors. He stopped in front of a door, removed a key from the pocket of his caftan, and unlocked the door. We followed him into the room. The room reminded me of an operating room in that three of the walls were tiled, floor to ceiling. The fourth wall was all glass, but the room behind it was dark so I couldn't determine what was there. The floor was also tiled, but every six inches, running from one side of the room to the other side, was a thin strip of metal with perforations along its length. Sir Steven notice me looking at them, and merely said, "Drains."
All of the apparatus faced the wall of glass, so I assumed it was a viewing room, of sorts. Located to the left of the window was a chair that reminded me of the barber's chair in my suite's bathroom. As we walked to it, however, the differences were apparent. The arm and leg rests had clamps, obviously to secure the individual's body. The seat was not the fine leather of my chair, but rather a cross between a toilet and a bidet. Beneath the rim of the seat was a steel bowl, with the entire bottom removed. Free-standing in the middle of this opening was a pedestal, the top of which held an upright rod about the thickness of a pencil and maybe 6 inches long.
As we gathered around the chair, Sir Steven began to explain the mechanism. "The individual is placed in this device for several purposes. First is to clean his rectum and bowel. This device," pointing to the black rod on the pedestal, " is inserted into the individual's ass once he is secured to the chair." Flicking a toggle on the back of the chair caused the pedestal to rise slowly to a point where the rod now extended beyond the rim of the seat. Another switch on the back of the chair sent a spray of water from the tip of the rod. Sir Steven reversed both stitches and the water stopped and the pedestal receded below the rim.
"Water in the bowel can be hygienic, pleasurable and/or a source of discipline. But a word of caution, the body can only accommodate a certain amount to water; too much and a ruptured colon can lead to death. I'm sure you are familiar with how an enema works, but let me demonstrate the pleasure and discipline components of this device."
Flicking several switches again, the pedestal rose to its previous height, but the tip of the rod, which was semi-rigid rubber, pent at a slight angle and then began to move in a circular direction. Obviously, this thing playing on your prostate could bring you to a swift climax. Sir Steven reversed one of the switches and the rod returned to its upright position and stopped moving. As he hit another switch, the head of the rod began to swell as a balloon - an inflatable putt plug that no amount of water or muscle pressure could force out your ass, without ripping your asshole off with it - delightful torture, I thought.
We quickly toured the remaining training stations: an ice bath, where Sir Steven cautioned us about hypothermia; a "parachute" which stretched the subject's balls; and a two part electronic probe to stimulate the subject's climaxes. Sir Steven said that these last two were subject to wagers; with Robson handling the bets. Sir Steven said that we could leave in the morning, having been entertained in the evening, and with a few thousand Francs in our pocket if we, and Jean Michael, were lucky. The third shudder, of the day, went down my spine at this man's words.
"Gentlemen, that concludes our tour, I'm sure you will be entertained by these apparatus tonight, as well as by Jean Michael. In addition, I am sure my staff will meet your every need, both during dinner and afterwards. But first, shall we dine?" Sir Steven said as he walked toward the door.
We walked in silence, down the corridor, until Sir Steven stopped in front of a set of double-door. Immediately, they open from the inside, held open by two very handsome Black men. They looked to be in their mid- to late-twenties, well-developed upper bodies, both with their hair braided into corn-rows with multi-colored beads at the tips, and the one of the right considerably lighter skinned than the other, but both Black. As we entered, they said in unison, "Good evening Sir Steven and gentlemen."
Directly in front of us was the glass wall that looked into the initiation room. Set before it, however, was a long table, narrow in width, with three high-backed chairs facing the glass wall. Beside each chair, I couldn't fucking believe it, were 3 identical-looking men, fairly short in stature, but handsome nonetheless. Their skin color was the dusky tone one associates with India and Pakistan.
Against the left wall was the omnipresent Robson. To his left were three handsome men, one with a purple Mohawk-style haircut, both nipples pierced with small gold rings, and a nose ring; next to him, stood a blond-haired guy that could have been in an ad for Brooks Brothers - he looked like the consummate Preppie; and last on that side was a deeply tanned man with jet-black hair. Given the international flair Sir Steven's stable had, I figured the last guy was Polynesian. Standing alone on Robson's right was another gorgeous creature, tall and tanned upper body, with a silver chain and the wine-tasting cup hanging from his neck - obviously, the sommelier for the evening. Except , of course, for Robson, who was now in white tie and tails, all of the men were dressed in the now familiar half-caftan with their chests bare, and the leather wrist and ankle bands. The three guys to Robson's left also wore white gloves, which made for an interesting contrast.
As we approached the chairs, the three Indian men pulled them out for us. Sir Steven gesturing for Rene to sit on his right, and me on his left. As I stepped between the table and chair, I noticed the seat of the chair was U-shaped, with the center-front portion cut away. As we waited for the three Indians to slide the chairs forward, Sir Steven said, "Gentlemen, I invite you to raise your caftans." With that Sir Steven and everyone else pulled on the two lines raising the front and back panels. I quickly grabbed at the two lines on my caftan to joined the crowd. The three chairs immediately slide forward, gently nudging us to sit down. The effect of the U-shaped seats and our caftans raised was that while the U supported the legs and butt comfortably, your cock and balls hung free, and your asshole was fully exposed!
Once seated, Robson moved his crew of four staff to the opposite side of the table, where they were joined by the two Black guys who had opened the doors for us. I quickly checked out each of these guys. I was beginning to feel like I was on overload. I had seen so many beautiful men in the last several hours, each one as handsome as the next, that I was beginning to take well-defined chests, washboard abs, and above-average cocks for granted. I was getting jaded, and I wasn't even 40 years old! Now, the unique was what was catching my eye. The sommelier, the preppie and the Polynesian, while extremely handsome and would have been a feast to look at any other time, were now just run-of-the-mill! The guy with the punk haircut and pierced nipples also had a ring that pierced his cockhead - a Prince Albert, I think it is called, named after Queen Victoria's husband - so much for Victorian prudishness. The two doormen didn't have cocks - they had hoses. Their fucking, pardon the pun, cocks must have been 7 or 8 inches flaccid!
Sir Steven began to make the introductions, beginning with the sommelier, "Let me introduce Émile, a native of France and a graduate of Le Cordon Bleu Académie. Next is Oliver, from England; next Chip, from Connecticut in your wonderful country, Daniel; and in the middle is, Ferdinand from Manila. Our Black staff are," pointing to the darker of the two, "Nikimbo from Zimbabwe, and last, Robert, again from the USA, but from Mississippi."
With that, the six moved from in front of the table, and were replaced by the triplets. Sir Steven chuckled, and said, "I'm not going to bother introducing these brothers by name; their Hindu names are too hard to remember, and I can never associate the correct name with the right brother, since they are identical." I was intrigued why these three men, other than for the novelty of being an identical set of triplets, were in Sir Steven's stable of gorgeous men. To me, they were rather average looking, just OK bodies, and if anything, smaller than average cocks!
"While I have several other staff who possess the same level of mastery that the triplets have, I always enjoy having just two guests so I can showcase the triplets. As I said," Sir Steven continued, "these boys are Hindu, and are masters of the art of Tantra. Are either of you familiar with Trantic sex?" Both Rene and I shook our heads and said no, at the same time.
"Tantra is a Hindu form of mysticism which believes that the release of semen by the male causes an imbalance in the body's harmony - not that dissimilar from the Japanese concept of Yin and Yang. Tantra does not teach that man should not have sex, rather he should achieve a heightened state of sexual arousal, but delay or forego a climax. We are not talking about delaying your cumming for a few minutes, but hours. Many Tantrics hold off for 10 hours!" Sir Steven said with a loud laugh. "I'm not a proponent of Tantric sex, but it does give us an opportunity to make our first wager of the evening. We will each put 3000 francs in the pot, and the winner, the one who has climaxed the least number of times at the end of the evening, takes the pot." With that Robson placed a pierce of paper and pen in front of each of us. It was a betting chit with a space for our names. "Since this is your first time attempting Tantra, I'll even the odds by giving each of you, a one-climax advantage, fair enough," Sir Steven asked?
Both Rene and I quickly agreed, the three of us signed our names to the chit, and Robson removed the scrapes of paper.
"My advice, gentlemen, is that you leave all contact to the triplets, and while you enjoy the state of arousal, try to concentrate on the food, wine, or Jean Michael's initiation." With that the three brothers dropped below the table, and moved to the front of each chair. My flaccid cock was suddenly engulfed in a warm mouth, and immediately reacted by getting hard. After a few minutes of what felt like a typical blow job, I felt my cockhead being squeezed between the roof of my guy's mouth and his tongue. It wasn't a painful squeeze, but a very different sensation which caused the usual urgency of a continuing blow job to recede. This pattern of blow job and squeeze technique continued, as Oliver, Chip and Ferdinand began serving dinner. While the urgency to climax kept receding each time my guy applied his squeeze technique, my sexual arousal and pleasure did not subside. I was beginning to think that I might be the winner of tonight's wager.
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From news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.direct.ca!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail Sun Oct 26 16:26:14 1997 Path: news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.direct.ca!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: geoff07@aol.com (Geoff07) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated Subject: Story: O, Part 4, M/M, B/D Date: Sun, 26 Oct 1997 20:26:27 GMT Organization: ASSGM Posting Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 Lines: 484 Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Message-ID: 3457a57e.38831318@news NNTP-Posting-Host: cx47158-a.pwy1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.451
As we finished dinner, and desert was being served the lights in the initiation room came on. At the far side of the room a door opened. Three men entered, or I should say three giants - all three of these guys looked like linebackers for the NFL. At least 6'5", one was about 3 inches taller, they didn't weight an ounce less than 280 pounds. Not that they were fat, but their arms, legs and torsos were just huge. Shit, their necks were bigger than my thigh!
They wore the customary wrist and ankle bands, but rather than the usual caftans, they each wore a leather thong-type jock strap, similar to the kind boxers wear outside their boxing shorts during sparring practice, and on their feet they had on rubber boots.
You would call all three hairy, but the two shorter men had a more moderate amount of body hair across their chests, arms, legs and backs; the taller guy, hell, his body looked like it was covered in fur. But for a shaved head, almost ever inch of his skin was covered with black, curly hair.
Sir Steven spoke, "Not my cup of tea, if you will, but some of my guests like the bear-type staff. The black one," pointing to the one whose skin was the blackest I had ever seen, Sir Steven continued, "played on your Pittsburgh Steelers, Daniel, before blowing out his knee. Your loss is my gain."
The three men seemed to be preparing the room; going from device to device, flipping switches, adjusting dials, etc. After about 10 minutes the three moved to the door they had entered. One opened it, and Jean Michael appeared at the far side: totally naked, except for the wrist and ankle leather bands.
The four men moved quickly across the room and stood directly in front of the glass wall. Jean Michael was in between these guys, and looked like a dwarf in comparison. As all four deeply bowed to the window, I don't know if they could see us, I heard Rene give a soft groan, and as Sir Steven and I turned to look at him, he was obviously in the throes of a climax. Sir Steven laughed out load, saying, "Well, Rene that's your free shot, from here on you and I are even; our American friend may beat us both." As he said this, a hand reached up from the far side of the table and placed a white chess pierce on the table before Rene's place-setting. This only brought more laugher from Sir Steven and Robson. I, too, had to laugh, and finally, Rene joined us in a rolling laughter.
The two "smaller" giants walked Jean Michael to a circular platform about 6 feet wide on my end of the window. As Jean Michael stood in the middle, each of the men knelt down, released something from the platform's floor, and grasped Jean Michael's ankle. I now realized that what they had released was a hook, which they attached to the leather ankle band on the young man's legs. Suddenly, Jean Michael's legs were spread slightly wider than his shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed something moving, and as I glanced up, I saw two cables descending from the ceiling. These were spaced about four feet to the right and left of Jean Michael. The two assistants quickly stood and attached the wrist bands to these cables. Once secured, the cables began to recede, stretching Jean Michael's arms up and away from his body. In this standing, spread-eagle position, Jean Michael appeared to be in no discomfort, but obviously immobilized.
Interestingly, Jean Michael's usually erect state was absent - perhaps it was fear. Slowly the platform began to turn, and his back was presented to us. The biggest of the three men, Thor, as Sir Steven referred to him as, stepped onto the platform. He quickly began shaving Jean Michael's head with electric barber's shears. Suddenly, at least from the back, his head looked like a new military recruit. Then one of the other assistant's handed Thor a can of shaving cream, which he sprayed over Jean Michael's head and neck. Thor then was handed a straight razor by the other assistant. With amazing speed, Thor shaved the remaining stupple from Jean Michael's head, rendering him as bald as the proverbial cue ball.
As one of the assistants would lather a part of Jean Michael's body, Thor would follow with his straight razor. First, Jean Michael's arms, then his back down to his ass cheeks, then the back and sides of his legs. Thor stepped back to admire his workmanship.
All this while, the guy sitting on the floor in front of my chair, continued to give me head, and used his squeeze technique ever time I would begin to feel the stirring of a climax in my balls.
Thor stepped back onto the platform, and waited as one of the assistant's spread shaving cream over Jean Michael's beautiful ass cheeks. Thor quickly removed the shaving cream and any body hair with his razor. Next the assistant with the can of shaving cream sprayed a large amount into his hand, and proceeded to spread it up and down the crack in Jean Michael's ass. The assistant's fingers remained between those cheeks for a long, long time; just rubbing up and down. At first, I saw Jean Michael's hip press forward, but as the hand continued to move over his asshole, Jean Michael's hip began to press back against the assistant's hand. Finally, Thor interrupted this stimulation, and stepped forward. As he did, each assistant grabbed one of Jean Michael's ass cheeks, and pulled them apart. Thor's razor made quick work of any hair that might have been between that crack!
Having completely removed all hair from Jean Michael's rear side, the three men stepped off the platform, as it began to rotate, coming to a stop as Jean Michael was now facing into our room. His cock was standing at full hardon status, pointing directly at a point slightly above my head.
Thor and the assistants stepped back onto the platform, and began Jean Michael's front side. Not only did Thor shave Jean Michael's face as he would have, himself, every morning, but Thor also shaved off Jean Michael's eyebrows. Next he did his chest, down to the start of his pubic hair. Thor abruptly skipped Jean Michael's pubic hair, cock and balls; but moved onto the front of his legs.
When his was finished, Thor returned to the pubic area. First he removed all of the hair that surrounded Jean Michael's beautiful cock. Next he had one of the assistant's lather up Jean Michael's cock. As the guy ran his shaving cream-covered hand up and down the length of Jean Michael's cock, I could see that Jean Michael was approaching an orgasm. Immediately, the assistant stopped, and Thor moved in close. As Thor scraped the hair from the young man's cock, he began to lose his erection. By the time Thor was finished, Jean Michael was in the unusual state of a soft cock!
The two assistants stepped forward, one reaching out and holding Jean Michael's cock to the side. The other pulled Jean Michael's ballsack down, and lathered it with shaving cream. Thor began to shave the hair from the ballsack, and as he finished one area, the assistant would pull the skin tight in another area. When Thor had finished cleaning all of the hair off of Jean Michael's ballsack, the assistant pulled his balls up and to the left, while his partner pulled Jean Michael's cock up and to the right. Thor reached between Jean Michael's legs with his razor, and shaved any hair that might have existed in the area between the back of Jean Michael's balls and his asshole.
Finally finished, Thor and his assistants stepped back, again, to admire their craftsmanship. With that, the two assistants reached for two hoses that were just to the side of the platform. As they gently sprayed water over Jean Michael's body, the assistant's hands rubbed any remaining shaving cream away. As the assistant's finished an area of Jean Michael's body, Thor would step forward to check for any remaining stubble. Occasionally, he would find an area he missed, and reshave the spot.
Once totally assured that no hair existed on Jean Michael's body, the three men stepped off the platform, and it slowly began to rotate in 360 degree turns. As it did, some form of wind machine began to direct a flow of air over Jean Michael's body to dry it. As the platform continued to turn completely around, Jean Michael's cock began to grow again to a fully erect state.
Seeing this beautiful boy, now completely hairless, and with each rotation of the platform with a more rigid cock; was too much for me. Despite the efforts of my Indian under the table, I suddenly exploded, dropping a load of cum into his mouth. It wasn't the type of gut-wrenching climax I had had with Jean Michael in the limo or with Duv earlier that day, but rather just a release of the weight and tension that had built up in my balls throughout the dinner. The guy under the table never missed a beat: his mouth never left my cock, and as my climax ended he continued his suck and squeeze technique.
Sir Steven, Robson and Rene burst out laughing as I struggled to conceal my climax, to no avail. Again, this time in front of my placesetting, a hand rose from under the table and placed a black chess pierce on the table! All I could do was join the laughter, as Sir Steven said, "Daniel, I'm impressed. You have lasted longer than most guests, but, alas, now you, Rene and I are all starting at the same point." The four of us laughed again, as the two assistant's released Jean Michael's wrist and ankle bands from the cables that had secured them.
As the laughter ended, and Jean Michael was being escorted to the pedestal chair, Rene asked, "Why shave him?"
Sir Steven replied, "The skin is the body's largest organ. By removing all body hair, the skin becomes a hundred times more sensitive. You may decide to keep Jean Michael free of hair once he returns to you. His eyebrows will be partially back to normal within a week or two, you can fill them in with eyebrow pencil, and we have a number of very good wigs, should you want Jean Michael to return to work next week, appearing as normal as he was. A shaved pubes does cause the penis to appear even longer," he said as all three of us returned our gaze to Jean Michael.
As he stood beside the pedestal chair, his hardon was gone - probably from fear of what this device was going to subject his body to - but Jean Michael's normal 4 inch flaccid penis now, without hair, appeared to be a good 2 inches longer. With the help of the two assistants, Jean Michael was seated on the chair. The men inserted Jean Michael's forearms into the restraint clamps, which closed just before the bend in the elbow. Jean Michael's wrists was then secured by a hook to his wrist bands. Next his ankles were clamped to the leg rest that extended from the base of the chair. Thor moved to the back of the chair, and must have been giving Jean Michael instructions, because while we couldn't hear any words, we could see Thor's lips moving and Jean Michael slightly repositioning his ass in the chair.
Based upon Sir Steven's demonstrations, we knew that the rubber spike was now beginning to invade Jean Michael's ass. Initially the expression on the boy's face was one of pleasure. As Thor touched one of the switches, he said something to Jean Michael. I assumed that the water spike had been removed, and Jean Michael had been told to hold the water inside his bowel until Thor told him he could release it. Jean Michael's expression slowly changed from pleasure, to anxiety, then to discomfort as he struggled to retain a belly full of water. Finally, Thor spoke to Jean Michael, and his expression, again changed, first to relief, and then Jean Michael's face turned a crimson color as he blushed in embarrassment at the realization that, even though our view was limited to the outside of the chair, Jean Michael was publicly shitting in front of the three of us!
Based solely on watching Thor work the switches behind the chair, and the changes in Jean Michael's facial expressions; we could surmise that his insides were cleaned three more times.
Thor said something to one of the assistants, who walked to the front of the chair. He reached his hand between Jean Michael's legs, lifting Jean Michael's flaccid cock, up and over the rim of the chair seat. The assistant placed the limp cock on the rim and stepped back. Thor immediately threw one of the switches, and Jean Michael strained against his restraints in surprise. I assumed the rubber spike had begun to massage his prostate, because Jean Michael's cock immediately sprang to its glorious, fully erect, hardon state. As he pushed his ass down onto the spike, Jean Michael's face reflected ecstasy. After less than 3 minutes of this stimulation, Jean Michael's head rolled back, his hips strained forward, and his cock shot a load of cum at least three feet in the air. As the second spasm and load flew from Jean Michael's cock, I heard two soft moans from down the table.
Sure enough, both Sir Steven and Rene were cumming into the eager mouths beneath the table. As two hands rose from underneath the opposite side, a second chess piece was put in front of Rene, and a single piece in front of Sir Steven. As the three of us and Robson roared with laughter, I said, "I think I'm going to be a rich man, since I now beating both of you." Sir Steven replied, "Don't count your money too soon, Daniel, the night is still young."
As we looked back at Jean Michael, we could see that his cock, still rigid, had finally stopped spewing white cum, but the floor in front of him glistened, as evidence of the intensity of the boy's climax and the amount of cum the stimulation of his prostate had caused.
Thor returned to the switches behind the chair, and as he moved one switch down he flipped up the water spray switch. As Jean Michael' gut began to fill with water, again, Thor threw another switch. He said something to Jean Michael, whose expression changed to one of fear, as Thor patted Jean Michael on the shoulder, in reassurance. I assumed that Jean Michael had just been told that the balloon butt-plug would prevent him from expelling the water, now in his bowel.
Three minutes went by, with Jean Michael becoming visibly more uncomfortable. Another two minutes and Jean Michael was squirming against his restraints. Three more minutes had Jean Michael breaking out in beads of sweat across his forehead. I could see Jean Michael's lips moving, and could only guess he was pleading with Thor to release the plug. Thor's response, which we saw through the glass wall, was a slight chuckle.
Five minutes additional time had reduced Jean Michael to tears. As they rolled down his cheeks, he threw his head back against the chair, still trying desperately to lift his ass off the butt-plug trapped inside his asshole. In what must have been a cry of anguish, Jean Michael's mouth opened and saliva dripped out the side, mixing with the tears that now flowed freely.
Thor nodded to the glass window and flicked one of the switches to the off position. Immediately a wave of relief passed over Jean Michael's face, as the balloon deflated, and the water trapped for so long exploded from his asshole.
During this time, Jean Michael's rigid cock had fallen back into the basin, and as Thor turned a switch to the on position, one of the assistants again reached between Jean Michael's legs and pulled Jean Michael's cock out onto the rim of the seat. Within moments, Jean Michael's cock was again rigid, slapping the boy's belly - a belly that moments before had been extended with the water torture. Now Jean Michael was again experiencing the pleasure of having his prostate massaged. But before Jean Michael could shot another load of cum, Thor turned the stimulator off, and the assistants began to remove Jean Michael's restraints. Still waving an 8 inch hardon, the assistants helped Jean Michael to a standing position. He appeared to be somewhat weak from his experiences, because he leaned into both assistants as they moved him to a spot next to what appeared to be a 12 foot by 12 foot pool of water.
The assistants swiftly attached both of Jean Michael's wrists to a cable that had lowered from the ceiling; and then attached the two leather ankle bands to a slack cable that came out of the water in the pool.. Once finished, the two assistants stepped out of the way, and Thor appeared holding a 6-inch dildo in his hand. Thor was crudely stroking some type of lubricant along the full 6 inches. The cable attached to Jean Michael's arms began to retract, and stopped just as Jean Michael's feet were lifted off the floor. Suspended, hanging by his out-stretched arms, Jean Michael swayed back and forth. Thor reached around the young man's waist with his meaty, hairy arm, while his other hand positioned the dildo at Jean Michael's ass. With one swift move, Thor buried the whole six inches inside Jean Michael's ass. Jean Michael's body involuntarily jerked on the overhead chain, as his ass was so roughly penetrated. Thor began to move this dildo in and out of Jean Michael, and as he did, Jean Michael's semi-hard cock sprung back to a full hardon.
Suddenly, Thor withdrew the dildo, and the overhead cable lifted Jean Michael completely off the ground, and moved him to the center of the pool.
Jean Michael hung there, like a pierce of meat on a butcher's rack with his cock rigid, until, surprisingly, the overhead cable released, and Jean Michael plummeted into the pool. We could see his head was above water, as he flailed around in the tank. After four minutes, the overhead cable lifted Jean Michael out of the water and held him suspended again.
It was obvious from the way his body shivered that it was reacting to the cold water. Sir Steven had said on our tour that the temperature was held at 4 Celsius, or about 39 Fahrenheit, not quite freezing, but damn close to it. Reacting also to the cold water was also Jean Michael's cock. Not only was he not hard any longer, but his 4 inch soft cock had shrunk to 3 inches.
The overhead line began to pull Jean Michael's arms up, again lifting him off the floor, and moved him to the middle of the pool. This time, however, the cable attached to his legs also went taunt, so that Jean Michael was stretched between the two lines. Instead of dropping Jean Michael like the last time, now the twin cables swiftly lowered his body into the water, but held him rigid between the two lines so that he could not flail around in the water. While it was only 4 minutes, again, that he stayed submerged to his neck; it must have seemed like hours to Jean Michael.
As the hand on the clock hit the 4 minute mark, Jean Michael was once again removed from the pool. As the cable to his wrists moved him to the side of the pool, he was shaking and shivering so hard that he had to be held upright by one of the assistants, as the other released the ankle line, throwing it back into the pool. Jean Michael's balls had pretty much disappeared inside his body, as his ballsack had shrunk to almost nothing.
Again, the overhead cable began to lift Jean Michael off the floor, and as it swung him to the center of the pool, it quickly released him as it did the first time. Jean Michael dropped into the ice bath, but unlike the first time; he didn't flail around in the water, but attempted to remain as motionless as possible.
After 4 more minutes of this torture, the cable lifted Jean Michael out and moved him to pool side. As it did, Sir Steven commented, "Rene, your lover is a very fast learner. He realized when he was restrained on the second time into the pool and couldn't move, that the water seemed less cold! That was because our body temperature is about 50 warmer than the water temperature. If one doesn't flail around, that difference creates an envelope of warmth around the body. This is a survival technique our militaries teach sailors and pilots who might find themselves in freezing water. Jean Michael came to this realization on his own!"
As we were listening to Sir Steven, Thor moved behind Jean Michael, who while still hanging by the wrist cable, and was held upright by the two assistants. As Thor approached, the two assistants pulled Jean Michael's legs about 5 feet apart, and quickly secured his ankle restraints to hooks in the floor. Thor re-greased the dildo, and again inserted it into Jean Michael's ass. Jean Michael's reaction, which began as pleasure to the stimulation of his prostate, quickly turned to fear, then pain. Jean Michael's usual, beautiful cock had shriveled to a mere two inch stub from the cold water. As the stimulation inside his ass tried to make his cock grow to its usual 8 inches, the head of his cock looked like it would explode. Despite Jean Michael writhing in pain, and twisting on the end of the overhead cable, Thor continued his assault on the young man's ass with the dildo. I could only imagine the scream that came from Jean Michael's open mouth, as his tiny, almost hidden cock began to spew forth stream after stream of white cum.
Rene and I both turned to Sir Steven in disbelieve as to what we had witnessed. He explained, "When Thor began to stimulate Jean Michael with the dildo, the young man's body, or at least his internal organs, reacted as they would have normally - they were still at normal body temperature. His skin, and more importantly, the skin of his cock, however, was still at 40 F. His mind and body tried to pump 8 inches of blood, its usual amount, into a 2 inch cock. So while Jean Michael may have had a climax from the stimulation, he is beginning to learn the need to control his body's responses."
As we looked back into the initiation room, the three giants had joined together, pressing their bodies to Jean Michael's, creating an envelope with Jean Michael inside the circle. At the same time, water, air and heat lamps were focused on the 4 men. The lights dimmed on the other side of the glass wall, as Sir Steven said, "While Thor and his assistants bring Jean Michael's temperature back to normal, why don't we have after-dinner drinks."
Immediately, two of Robson's staff appeared in front of the table. Chip held a large silver tray, on which was an assortment of cognacs and brandies, while Oliver placed crystal snifters at each setting. I don't know what Rene was thinking, although he was staring at the ring which pierced Oliver's cockhead. I know I was remembering Jean Michael's climax through his tiny stub of a cock, but both of us climaxed into the mouths under the table. As two hands set chess pieces before my and Rene's places, Sir Steven and the two waiters smiled, as he said, "Rene, I think you are a lost cause, and Daniel, I told you not to count your money to early. You and I are tied again."
As the waiters stepped from the front of the table after pouring our drinks, Robson appeared with a tray holding 12 small white tiles - they looked like pieces from a scrabble game. Sir Steven explained, "We have two more exercises for Jean Michael this evening: both of which will cause severe pain - nothing that is permanent, however. Both of them, also, give us an opportunity for a game of chance. Rene you may choose first, since our entertainment is your lover. Please pick any four of the tiles Robson is holding in front of you. Then, Daniel, you can pick, and I'll take the remaining four."
As Rene turned over tiles he had picked, the numbers 1, 6, 12 and 4 appeared. My tiles were 3, 5, 11 and 9; and Sir Steven's were 2, 10, 8 and 7.
"We will each put another 3000 francs into the kitty, as you American's say, Daniel," Sir Steven continued, " for each of the next two exercises. Let me assure you, Rene, that while the outcome of each of these events will cause Jean Michael to pass out from pain; and his cock and balls will be very tender tomorrow, he will be fully recovered by the end of his training week. The numbers on the tiles each of us chose, correspond to numbers on a dial, similar to a clock face, which will measure the amount of force pulling on Jean Michael balls in the second exercise, and the amount of voltage he can tolerate in the first exercise. Are we clear, gentlemen?"
As he concluded, Robson placed two more chits, each for 3000 francs before us, which all three of us quickly signed.
As we were doing this, the lights on the other side of the glass partition began to brighten. "Your lover has amazing restorative powers," Sir Steven said, "normally it takes far longer for an ice bath subject to return to normal."
There standing on the platform were he had been shaved was Jean Michael, arms and legs pulled into a spread-eagle position by floor and ceiling lines; but with a shy smile on his face and a raging, 8 inch cock waving at the 3 of us. Fortunately, his ballsack had, also, returned to its normal 4 inches, hanging down between his outstretched legs.
One of the assistants moved what looked like an oversized clock to the lower corner of the glass window. Running from the back of this clock-like device was a set of wires, which in turn connected to a machine Thor had rolled to the side of the platform. Coming from the other end of this console were two long wires, one connected to what appeared to be a metal dildo, the head of which was copper-colored, and the base was attached to some type of harness. The other wire ended in a very thin piece of exposed wire with a smooth rounded tip. Thor and one assistant moved to Jean Michael with the dildo. Thor roughly inserted the dildo up Jean Michael's ass, while the assistant quickly secured the harness around Jean Michael's hips. The harness held the dildo deep inside Jean Michael. The look on Jean Michael's face was a mixture of concern for not knowing what was to happen and pleasure at having his asshole invaded by the metal dido.
The ex-football player moved in front of Jean Michael, and dropped to his knees. This guy quickly swallowed Jean Michael's swollen cock deep down his throat, and began to slide his lips from the base of Jean Michael's cock to the its tip. Clearly enjoying the two experiences of having his cock sucked and his ass invaded, Jean Michael repeatedly thrust his hips into the hairy giant's face.
As the expression on Jean Michael's face showed he was approaching another climax, the assistant pulled his lips off Jean Michael's cock. Bobbing in front of his belly, Jean Michael's cock dripped a few drops of pre-cum to the floor. As Sir Steven said, "The inside of the subject's cock must be well-lubricated so that the catheter can be inserted without tearing or injuring the urethra," Thor moved in front of Jean Michael holding the long thin wire. Placing the rounded tip inside the slit in Jean Michael's cockhead, he slowly inserted the full 4 inch probe down the still erect penis. Jean Michael looked down at his cock with this wire coming out the end with fear on his face.
That expression quickly changed to ecstasy, however, as Thor turned the console on and the first electrical impulse jumped back and forth from the dildo to the catheter: all inside Jean Michael's body. Bucking back and worth, while stretched between the arm and leg restraints, Jean Michael's body tried desperately to find the source of this pleasure. As Thor turned the dial on the console, the needle on the clock-like device in front of us moved to the #1 mark.
Jean Michael increased his bucking motion; appearing to thrust into an imaginary ass or mouth with his cock, and then ramming his ass back onto an imaginary cock. Back and forth his hips flew as if he was being fucked and he was fucking two ghosts at the same time. As Thor turned the dial up a notch, the wild gyrations continued. When needle in front of us reached #4, Jean Michael's cock let loose a stream of cum that flew across the platform and struck one of the assistants in the chest. The probe buried deep inside Jean Michael's cock remained in place, however, continuing to send electric current to the probe inserted in his ass.
Each time that the Thor increased the power from the console, within seconds, Jean Michael would again shot a load of cum at us behind the glass wall. As the dial reached six, the expression on Jean Michael's face changed to one of pain, but his hips continued to wildly fuck back and forth in the air, and his cock continued to spew cum, unlike anything I had ever seen before.
When the dial reached 9, Jean Michael's head fell forward. In spite of Jean Michael being unconscious, his body continued the wild thrusting and climaxing. Thor immediately cut the power, and Jean Michael hung like a rag doll from his restraints. As the harness was undone and the dildo removed from Jean Michael's ass by Thor, one of the assistants removed the catheter from his penis, while the other held some type of inhaler under Jean Michael's nose. Whatever it was, caused Jean Michael to immediately regain consciousness, snapping his head away from the inhaler.
Looking thoroughly exhausted from his phantom fuck, Jean Michael looked down at the quantity of cum that covered the floor and extended almost the eight feet to our window. He raised his head, and with a smile on his lips, he nodded to Rene.
Simultaneously, three hands rose from the underside of the table, placing chess men in front of each of us. As the room erupted into laughter, Sir Steven said, "Well Rene, you may be having fun, put you're not making any money! Daniel and I are still tied in the Tantric game, but Daniel, you picked the lucky #9 on the dial for Jean Michael's endurance."
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From news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.direct.ca!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail Sun Oct 26 16:26:14 1997 Path: news.csd.net!news-fw-12.sprintlink.net!207.12.55.30!news-west.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-peer-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!newsfeed.direct.ca!newshub1.home.com!news.home.com!news.rdc1.sdca.home.com!not-for-mail From: geoff07@aol.com (Geoff07) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.gay.moderated Subject: Story: O, Part 5, M/M, B/D Date: Sun, 26 Oct 1997 20:26:28 GMT Organization: ASSGM Posting Guidelines/FAQ: http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8885 Lines: 202 Approved: moderated.stories@bigfoot.com Message-ID: 3458a5bf.38896536@news NNTP-Posting-Host: cx47158-a.pwy1.sdca.home.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.5/32.451
With that Oliver and Chip appeared in front of us and refilled our brandy snifters. As Oliver stood in front of Rene, his cock began to stiffen. As it did, the metal Prince Albert ring that went through the piss slit and out the underside of his cock knocked against one of the crystal glasses in front of Rene. Quickly turning to Sir Steven, Oliver said, "I'm so sorry, Sir,..." as he pulled his hips and now fully erect cock away from the table.
"Don't worry, Oliver, but I told you that Prince Albert would get you into trouble," Sir Steven said as he roared a deep belly-laugh.
As the waiters moved out of view, we saw that Jean Michael continued to be suspended spread-eagle before us, with his cock now resting softly against his balls. Sir Steven said Rene and me, "Unless you men object, we'll use the same number pieces for this training exercise," to which we nodded, yes.
At the same time, the two assistants were securing a pulley and line to the floor, directly below Jean Michael's balls and soft cock. One end of the line ran back to the monitor where Thor was standing. The other end of the line from the monitor, now passed through the pulley on the floor and ended in a strange-looking leather and metal chair contraption.
"The leather device on the floor is called a parachute. Shaped like its name-sake, the center of the leather collar has a small circle cut out, and one side is slit to permit the two sides to open, but they can be snapped shut with the snaps along the edge." As Sir Steven spoke, one of the assistants opened the leather collar, and placed it around Jean Michael's ballsack, but above his balls. As he was doing this, the other assistant was holding Jean Michael's cock out of the way. As the first guy was fastening the snaps to close the collar securely, Jean Michael's cock began to grow in the other man's hand. Jean Michael smiled and looked at the guy holding his cock, as if to say, "What can I say, my cock has a mind of its own."
The assistant who was working on Jean Michael's balls now slid the leather collar down his ballsack until it rested on top of his balls. Three short chains were attached to the outer edge of the collar, and were joined at the ends with a silver ring. As the assistant connected this silver ring to the end of the line running back to the monitor, the other assistant released Jean Michael's cock, which waved in the air at full hardon status.
As Thor turned the dial on the monitor, and the line began to pull the parachute down through the pulley and tighten over Jean Michael's balls, Sir Steven said, "Rene, if you would like to permanently elongate Jean Michael's balls and sack, we have a similar parachute which can be worn under suit pants. The tension is maintained via a sturdy elastic strap between the ring and his shoe. It supplies a constant pull on his balls, which increases every time he takes a step. Think about using one, but knowing Jean Michael, it probably will, also, keep him with a constant hardon - even more so than he is usually," he said with another chuckle.
As our attention turned back to Jean Michael, we noticed the dial had all ready reached 3 on the meter, and Jean Michael was beginning to show pain in his face. His cock, however, continued to sway, pointing up at a 90 angle. More importantly, his balls had stretched a good inch.
The needle on the dial swiftly moved from 3 to 4 to 5; as it did, Jean Michael began to moan and thrash about in pain. As he moved, however, the leather collar and line pulled his balls further to the floor. As the needle hit 6, Jean Michael seemed to be trying to pull his arms out of his shoulders so as to relieve the downward pull on his balls. His ballsack had actually lengthened 2 inches from his normal state.
At this point, Thor reversed the monitor and the needle jumped back to 5. Jean Michael realized that the strain on his balls had eased somewhat, and while 5 had caused tremendous pain only minutes before, now it seemed almost bearable. Thor turned from the monitor with the six inch dildo that had the vibrating head which had caused both intense pleasure and then pain after the ice bath. Just as Jean Michael's breathing began to slow from the pain- induced rate, Thor roughly shoved the dildo to its hilt. Jean Michael seemed to catch himself in mid-reaction; as he started to jump from the surprise of having his ass invaded again, he must have realized he would cause the pressure on his balls to increase, because he immediately pushed his hips down and back onto the Thor's hand. As the tip of the dildo did its magic on the inside of Jean Michael's ass, his cock sprang back to full height.
As Jean Michael fought the conflicting pain on his balls and the pleasure within his ass, Thor increased the tension back up to 6. Momentarily, it appeared like the pain was going to take over again, but the stimulation of Jean Michael's prostate was proving too much. Stretching his arms so that now every muscle in his arms was visible and seemed to be on the verge of tearing, Jean Michael tried to push his ass lower to both relieve the pressure on his balls and at the same time ride the pleasure of the pole up his ass.
Jean Michael's cock began to erupt in a shower of cum: I had lost count of his climaxes. As the white liquid shot from his cock, load after load, Thor increased the pressure to the number 8 on the dial. Jean Michael's head, again, fell to his chest, passing out from the intensity of the pain, but his cock continued to shot two more loads of jism out his cockhead.
Thor quickly released all tension on his balls, as the two assistants jumped forward to undo the leg restraints and parachute. As one of the assistants undid the wrist connection, Jean Michael collapsed into the waiting arms of Thor. As this hairy giant carried the still unconscious Jean Michael to the door at the far side of the room, one of the assistants was shoving an inhaler under Jean Michael's nose. When they reached the doorway, the lights in the room dimmed to the off position.
"Wow! You have one amazing lover there, Rene," said Sir Steven. "Not only is he beautiful to look at, have an awesome cock, and a sex drive that doesn't ever seem to slow down; but he is extremely bright, mastering knowledge at a amazing rate, and he has an intensely high pain threshold. All told, he will be a wonderful student. And it's a damn good thing you found him before I did, or he would be one of the stars in my stable of young men."
With that, Sir Steven pushed back his chair and stood. As he did, I heard his cock pop out of the Indian mouth beneath the table. I was quite impressed with his 10 inch cock waving in the air. Sir Steven released the lines holding both the front and rear of his caftan, lifting the front material over and covering his cockhead, but it was not able to conceal his cock's presence.
Rene and I did the same; and as we faced each other, the three caftans had huge bulges in the front. "Before we adjourn for the evening, let's get squared away on our bets. Payment and breakfast will be tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the drawing room, because your driver must leave to take you back to Paris by 9:30," said Sir Steven, as he looked to Robson for the final tally.
Robson approached with a sheet of paper in his hand. He announced, "Sir Steven, you won the ball stretching exercise, while Monsieur Daniel won the electric probe contest, and both you and Monsieur Daniel tied for the Tantric competition. Each of you win 4500 francs, or about $750. Monsieur Rene, you appear to the loser tonight, but, if I might be so bold; with a lover like Jean Michael, I think you win in the long run!" As Sir Steven began to applaud, the rest of the staff, Robson and I joined in, congratulating Rene on his loss/victory!
"And now to bed, gentlemen," Sir Steven said. "Please pick from my staff who will join you for the evening."
Rene immediately pointed to Oliver, whose erect cock was barely hidden by his caftan. As I looked around the room, Sir Steven said, "What, Daniel, none of my staff interest you?"
"It's not that, Sir Steven, it is just that I think I would enjoy the twins, Karl and Christian, from earlier today."
Holding his sides with laughter, Sir Steven said, "Of course, they will join you. You Americans have such an insatiable appetite, you always amaze me. Go to bed, and they will join you immediately."
As I approached the door to my bedroom suit, and Rene and Oliver were closing the door to their suit, the twins appeared at the end of the hall, running to meet me.
I awoke to the sound of my alarm the next morning at 8:30. Neither of the twins was still in the room, but the bed on either side of me was still warm from their overnight presence. I quickly showered, shaved and dressed in the clothes I had worn when Rene picked me up yesterday morning.
Wanting to share the night's experience with the twins, I raced down the steps to the drawing room. Robson, as expected, was serving juice to Sir Steven and Rene. I would have to wait for the drive home to hear about Rene's night with the punk rocker, Oliver, and for me to brag about the German twins.
After a few moments, Rene said to Sir Steven, "Will I be able to say good-bye to Jean Michael before I leave?"
Sir Steven looked at Robson, who discretely spoke into the telephone on the end table, and within minutes, Jean Michael appeared in the doorway. He was supported by the two hairy assistants from the previous night, who all but carried him to a position in front of Rene.
Rene looked into his lover's eyes, and as tears welled in their eyes, Rene leaned forward and kissed Jean Michael full on the lips. Jean Michael said, once Rene had pulled back, "Thank you. Sir.
With that Jean Michael dropped to his knees, as Rene leaned back against the serving cabinet. After Jean Michael unzipped Rene's fly, and gently pulled his semi-erect cock out, the two assistants held Jean Michael's arms, as his face slowly moved towards Rene's growing cock. Jean Michael swiftly engulfed the entire length, swallowing it to its end, and then, as if his wrists were suspended like the night before, began to swing his face and body up and down the length of Rene's cock as the two men on either side held his arms outstretched.
Rene lasted only a few minutes before he groaned and arched his hips into the waiting face and lips. After pumping several loads down Jean Michael's throat, Rene withdrew his cock from his lover's lips, and re-zipped his fly. Bending down, he quickly kissed Jean Michael, again. He turned to me and said, "our car is waiting," and then turned to Sir Steven, and said, "Thank you, Sir, for a wonderful evening. I look forward to seeing you in a week." With that, I shook Sir Steven's hand, mumbled my appreciation to him, and hurried after my friend, out the door to the waiting car.
As the chauffeur closed the door behind me, and I settled in next to Rene, I could only wonder how soon we would begin to swap stories of last night, and what Rene's thoughts were about leaving Jean Michael.
-- To be continued ...
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