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Level Three
The slave knelt before the Master, eyes lowered, waiting. His wrists were still shackled on short leads to the collar. In his arse he wore the training plug, comfortable and filling. The broad black disk which prevented it moving inwards was flat against his buttocks and partly conceal within the softness of his cheeks. He liked the feel of it, and each new body movement brought new thrills within him.
The Master was seated, naked, in a chair - a folding camp armchair, of tubing and plastic canvas. He was lying comfortabley back, his legs wide apart and his buttocks forward on the front edge of the seat. He was full, but not stiffly erect. Now he wanted to be satisfied.
He sat for a moment, giving the slave time to rest and enjoying the look of the man. Then he leaned forward long enough to slip the blindfold back into place.
"You may use your hands, tongue and mouth to bring me pleasure until I tell you to stop."
The slave moved into action. He was uncertain about exactly where his Master was. His eyes had been lowered until he had been blinded once more. The leashes meant that his hands would not lower beyond the middle of his chest. He fumbled forward carefully until he made some contact with the Master's inner thighs and he got his bearings again.
The Master found the clumsy movements - the uncertain gropings of the sightless hands - tremendously exciting. Having found one thigh, the slave placed his hands over the top of it and used them as a guide for his mouth. He licked and kissed and nuzzled his way up the inside of the thigh. When he reached the groin, the strong masculine odour made him pause appreciatively. Then his hands were on his belly and his fingers combing his pubic hair while the mouth went in search of the his balls. The tongue explored every ripple in the hairy sac from its root to the base of the cock, which the hands were now worshipping. Then the slave's mouth opened wide and his right testicle was slowly drawn by suction into the warm cavity. The slave felt his cock surge at this and heard the groaning intake of breath. The same was done to the left ball. The Master relaxed into the luxury of it. Then the slave tried for both at once. It was tight - almost hurt as they both slipped in - but the in the wet hotness and with the tongue churning beneath them... The Master rewarded and encouraged the slave by carressing his head with one trembling hand.
The slave too savoured the moment: the wrist leashes pulling against the sides of his face as his hands formed a loose ring around the base of his cock and pressed down, the strangely warm/cool balls filing his oral cavity, the scent of it all filling him above and the plucking of his anal muscles around the shaft of the plug. Enveloped in the darkness, his senses were concentrated on the wonder of it. Then the gentle hand on his scalp.
He would repeat this, but now the cock demanded his attention. The balls were gently expelled until only a last fold of their mantle remained between his lips. He mumbled his way upwards, still keeping a rolling fold of skin between his lips by suction until the skin was of the root of the Master's cock. He turned his tongue into a wide, grooved blade which he slipped slowly upwards, taking half a minute to reach the top of the shaft. As he moved upwards to accomplish this, he felt the black latex in his loins adjusting its position and his bowels seemed to be melting around it.
Then he reached the top, and his lips descended as a new velvet foreskin over his Master's naked, flaring glans. Within, his tongue tip searched for the salt slit, then penetrated into the hole as far as it could. Then slowly he slipped himself over the whole length of the rod until it filled his throat almost to gagging. He had feared anal sex, but now he wished it were his lower hole that was sliding so over the length of the weapon. At the thought his arse msucles gripped against the latex shaft and he tried to imagine how that would feel to his Master's organ if implanted within him. His own forgotten and unreachable cock felt like hot steel stabbing out into empty space. He began to ride up and down along the shaft, making his Master fuck his mouth but doing all the work himself. Pleasure groans told him he was succeeding.
Soon the Master's hips were moving upwards from the chair, joining in the thrusting, and his hands were clamped on the slave's head and neck. Inside the mouth, the tongue was going mad and the teeth were raking the shaft lightly as it surged in and out. It was clear to the slave that the Master would soon spend his substance into the welcoming throat.
A rather shaky voice, however, managed to break the spell, telling the reluctant slave to stop. The hands and cock seemed to have other ideas, and it was all the slave could do to comply with the wishes expressed - jerking his head off the shaft and, there being no other orders, falling to suckle those balls once more.
"I'm going to remove your blindfold and release your hands for a while - you have certainly earned it. Then I want you to dry my balls and cock with your hands and hair. I think it is time I tasted my slave's cock for a change."
The Master sat back in the chair at his ease. The slave came around to the side, following gestures, and offered his organ, like a prime havana, for his Master's enjoyment. He held it between his fingers, testing its weight and solidity - passed it below his nose, enjoying its fragrance. He held it with fingers on the tip, pulling the skin far forward, and others using the balls as a handle while he licked its upper and lower surfaces. He closed his lips on it, as if eating a corncob, and straked the lower surface with his teeth, particularly near his fingers at the head end. Elegantly he handled this prime delicacy, appreciating all its qualities of shape, colour, texture, size and smell. And most of all the taste.
Next he took the glans into his mouth, exploring the foreskin and then drawing it back to release the tip's taste fully onto his palate. His head was still facing forward, the organ across his mouth, so that the end was pressed against the inside of his cheek. He held it like this a long time - playing with his tongue and teeth on it, and sucking comfort from it. One of his hands was now behind the slave, fondling the back of the legs, the buns and the lower back. From time to time he fingered the plug's disk, twisting it, or plucking at it so that shock waves of pleasure filled the slave's bowels. The other hand explored the front and inside of the thighs, or stroked the balls. The slave had closed his now free eyes in bliss. He was a precious thing which the Master was taking up for his pleasure. A love-object.
Then the slave became uncertain - was he doing enough to pleasure his Lord? Was it time to show some initiative in his service? Gingerly he began to caress his Master's body: one hand combing through his hair and smoothing his cheeks and neck; the other hand started on his abdomen and then risked moving lower to explore the top and inner surfaces of his thighs. He wondered how much he should dare - whether to risk contact with the actual sexual organs unasked. Then he tried it, and a warm rose petal skin brushed the front of the shaft.
The Master felt his tension, and reassured the tentative hand by making slow sliding movements against it. When he was sure that it would not alarm his servant, he moved his head to the side and encouragd the slave to make thrusts into his oral cavity by drawing the buttocks towards him by slow rhythmical pressure. After a while he drew the shaft from his mouth and said, "Now I wish to savour your balls. Bring them to my mouth."
This was difficult for the slave. He had to stand on tip toe and strain forward in a most unnatural twist. But it was worth it: the Master sucked and gnawed and bit and chomped on the balls, singly and together, until the rough handling sent the slave into a pink cloud of pain and pleasure.
"It is time we both came. You will erect the sleeping compartment so that we may enter it and assume a comfortable sixty-nine on the bed within. I will direct you how."
The Master found it most arousing to watch the slave doing this. The task was unfamiliar, but the slave showed intelligence and understanding, needing only the barest of guidelines. Watching the naked body moving carefully around, clad only in the collar, wrist bands and the occasional black flash of cock ring or anal disk, stooping, stretching, bending, crouching - the stiff member wagging in front of him... When it was done he was almost inclined to order it undone and done again for the pleasure of the sight of it. But even stronger urges prevailed. When the slave stood there, holding open the unzipped door for his Master to enter, there was no choice in the matter.
At first he lay flat on his back, the slave crouched on all fours over him, sucking and being felt and sucked. Then they moved on to their sides, free legs up over each other. It was not a long encounter: they were both too far gone to last. It was all either could do to comply with the stated rule of the game, that the cumming should not be in each other's mouths. The great bursts of long denied orgasms sent sperm jetting against each other's neck and chests. Later it would be the slave's task to clean their bodies, ready for further encounters. For the moment they lay on into a short dreaming, feeling the cooling stickiness upon them.
The slave dreamed of the thing he long for most and dreaded - such an explosion of sperm taking place within his bowels - the feeling of the the condom's sudden filling out with warmth. The Master was dreaming of the same thing: of filling this slave with himself. In his dream he also pictured himself receiving the same attention from this slave - why should a Master not have it both ways?
This slave had certainly done well. He had earned his next promotion.
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Level FOUR
The slave and Master had both rested. The slave was busied tidying up the inside of the tent, the Master watching. They had eaten. Now they were ready for the next session.
The slave was on the bed, lying on his back, wrists and ankles restrained to the tent posts at the four corners. His eyes were covered again. He knew that the Master would now torture him sexually, and his dick was already climbing to the attention, the shaft filling and expanding, pulling the skin slowly back over the glossy red point.
The Master began a long way from the waiting organ. He was going to keep the slave waiting. In this phase, the slave was to be stimulated and stimulated, held back from the climax until his body begged for release. Then, in a boiling rush of semen, his loins would erupt in a magnificent and deeply satisfying explosion. He began on the lower leg, below the knee. As the slave could only feel and hear what was going on, the first thing he was aware, of shushing hiss, made him puzzled. Then the hands began massaging the baby-oil mousse which had been extruded from the aerosol into the skin of the limb. Gentle, sensuous strokes, which explored every detail of the slave's leg, as the centre of attention climbed higher. The leg restraints were not too tight to allow some flexion of the legs, allowing the master to explore the undersides of the limbs as well, right up to the crease marking the start of the buns and the line of the groin at the front. The light oil disappeared into the skin as the massage continued, leaving only a glossiness of the hairs and a faint smell of almonds. One leg finished, the Master kissed the tip of the slave's rearing penis, then traced a line of kisses down the front of it until his mouth was in a position to suckle the balls one by one. Then he grasped the shaft firmly in his oily hand and frigged it furiously for a minute or so, ending abruptly, just as the slave was raising his hips from the bed and moaning with pleasure.
Then he left the slave strictly alone for a minute or two - standing nearby, admiring the body before him, and giving himself a little manual relief, for he was hard and excited too. Then he repeated the operation on the other leg.
The slave was expecting more of the same when the second leg had been oiled. His prick was jutting up ready for the expected kiss. What DID happen jolted him. At first he thought an electric current was being passed through his prick. He heard a buzzing and suddenly something made contact with the sensitive region below the glans on the balls side of the prick. It felt hot and sharp and very, very exciting. Almost too exciting - as it started to move around his prick and search out new areas to make vibrant, he jerked back against his restraints, trying to remove his prick from whatever it was - but the thing followed, and he couldn't move far anyway. And as he got used to it, he reversed the process, trying to press his organ more firmly against it, and swivel to bring new areas into contact with whatever it was that felt so powerful and good.
The Master guided the vibrating head of the electric toothbrush, for that was what the things was, around the thrashing organ - at times cupping a hand behind it to hold the throbbing flesh still enough to torture more. Up and down the shaft he went. He walked it around the coronal rim outside of the foreskin, then used it to drag the foreskin back. Changing the speed to slow, he flicked the bristles lightly across the gleaming surface of the exposed gland. He heard little moans of ecstacy and joy from the helpless victim. Every part of the prick he touched and teased - even pulling the skin right forward into a puckered sphincter, and alternately grazing and gouging it with the flying head. He saw the balls rising and tightening as the body prepared for orgasm - he transferred the head to the taut and wrinkled scrotum. All around them he went, until they lowered and loosened a bit. Then back onto the head of the penis, to the sensitive glans root. The shaft stiffened to bursting - the eye opened - an explosion was being signalled....
And he stopped! He did nothing. Switched off the brush. Waited until the near orgasm subsided. This was far too soon.
The slave had been gasping breath, ready to hold it suddenly as the sperm came - but he was left high and dry. He had felt the first waves of orgasm, but then his prick was suddenly without any sensation. He tried to thrash his hips, but there was nothing to press his prick against - no contact at all. The waves of pleasure subsided, and self-consciously he became aware that he had clenched his toes in preparation. He let them relax. He felt nothing more until his breathing was thoroughly normal again. He understood the nature of his torture. How many times would this be repeated? Would he be allowed to come at last?
He hoped so, but not yet awhile. That had been good, and left him ready for more, where a full orgasm would have left him wilting and useless to give his Master further entertainment.
This time the Master took his pleasure in the slave's mouth. First he kissed him on the lips, fondly amd gently. Then he intruded his tongue deep into the slave's mouth and played games with the slave's tongue. Then he sat straddled across the servile chest, to offer his cock to the same orifice for the slave's unseeing attentions. But only for a while.
Then he stood away, and released the restraints. The slave was confused. Was that it? But the voice ordered him to stand, without touching his cock, and lie face down on the bed. The slave was in a sudden fear. Was his arse to be violated? Was this the time that had terrified him in anticipation?
The restraints fitted once more, though, it became clear that it was only time for more massage. The Master grabbed the cock, and dragged it back against nature, to stick out, peering between the balls, where it could be seen and touched, and not rubbed against the bedsheet to much effect. This time the massage started at the nape of the neck, and soon the whole of the back was gleaming in the yellow light, before further touching rubbed the oil deep into the skin, soothing and exciting in one movement.
Then came the buttocks. The Master fondled and kneaded them - kissed them and licked them, and then bit deep into them. Then came the oil, and they were smothered in it - a large amount worked into the groove between the buns, till it was oily and slippery with sweat. Then the Master lay ontop of the slave with his cock sliding sweetly in that groove. The rest of his body was in full contact with the slave beneath, revelling in the touch of skin to skin. He smothered the neck with kisses, and turned the head to plant them on the cheeks. And all the time the slave could feel the hard sceptre so fear near the place he longed and feared to feel it enter.
While resting there, the Master oiled the arms of the slave, and even the hands were caressed. He moved up slightly to do this, so his weapon burned against in the small of the slave's back. He wiped his fingers clean on the slave's hair, and gave him his fingers to suck one by one.
The slave turned once more: the cock was once again the centre of attention. This time it was not the Master's hands that touched it, but a series of objects and fabrics of varying textures and temperatures - corduroy, silk, canvas, gauze - some holding the shaft like a loose glove for frigging, others pulled gently across the exposed surface of the glans. Some cold. smooth metal object - a spoon the slave guessed. Some fine sandpaper. Some leather. Some suede? He could only guess, but each was different, and the textures excited him by their unexpectedness and sheer variety. Was that a bunch of feathers that tickled his abdomen and then his balls, his tits then his face? Cold metal against his nipples. Then fabric - wool? - a sock? - over his frantic tube for a little frigging. And again, when the burst should have come, there was a check. This time a hard finger pressed to the root of his cock beneath the balls aborted the flowing forth and made him spasm in vain.
After that it all seemed a blur. Seven times in all did he come and not come. Seven times did the waves of orgasm start then leave him unsatisfied, till he was beginning to scream that THIS time he should be brought properly off. And interludes when his Master's prick was given to a hand, to his mouth once more, rubbed against the swelling muscles of this thigh. Sometimes his Master's hand it was, sometimes his mouth, sometimes some other vibrating object or textured fabric, that brought him so near to the point of climax. During this period sometime his Master massaged the belly, the chest, the face. The Master licked and sucked and bit his nipples. Pushed his face deep below the balls to kiss the very insides of the buns themselves.
The butt plug was removed, and the Master's fingered explored the very depths of the slave's bowels, seeming to find some magic spot within him that was the root all sensation, of new pleasure waves - actually the prostate gland. With his hand inside probing, his mouth on the balls, and his hand pumping determinedly on the cock, the Master brought him to the edge once more, and this time threw him over, till he felt himself hurtling to paradise, while his cock jetted sperm high into the air, four, five times, to land in sticky cooling blobs all over his chest and stomach. He almost passed out with pleasure. Certainly he lay there stunned for a while. The Master covered his face and neck with kisses, which he, his consciousness returning, answered kiss for kiss.
Then the Master released him and undid the blindfold. The Master took his place on the bed, while the slave stood awaiting orders. He expected that he was to perform a similar service for the Master in a few moments.
But this was not to be.
Instead, the Master started to question him gently but closely.
As you will see in the next section.....
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