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Under Orders By: Steve
Most of my adult working life has been spent in the military, but it is only recently since I've left, it has become possible to write of my experiences.
The unit was a pretty elite one, you had to be tough, fit, and determined to belong and obviously the whole scene oozed testosterone, no room here for weak, faggoty types. That at least would be the outsider's view. However, as is often the case in a men-only society, the depth of bonding that stems from a total trust and reliance on a mate, meant that there were a number of us who needed a more intimate affinity. You still couldn't be open about it, but gradually you learned to identify those who felt the same way.
I didn't start out feeling I was gay, in fact I'm still not sure (probably more bi), but after an all-male high school and the usual teenage "crushes", I couldn't say I was opposed to admiring other male bodies, nor imagining what it would be like to have sex with some of them! Funnily enough my initiation into bondage and it's awakening of a fiery lust within me, came from a former girlfriend. Yet she moved on, and I was left wondering where I was going to satisfy my desires. As so often happens the solution came about by pure chance...
We had been away on a training course for some two months and had spent most of the time out in the field, so when we got a few day's break before coming home, everyone jumped at the chance of a visit to the local "bright lights". This being one of Europe's more popular cities, the red light district was high on the agenda.
After a few drinks and time spent admiring the "merchandise" in the windows, most of the group bowled into one of the many live-sex shows. But I just didn't feel like it and made my excuses, in reality I wanted to explore some of the "more interesting" venues that I had spied, so when Greg said that he would stay with me as well, I wasn't sure what to think.
Greg had only been with us for a few months and was some five years younger, but what a body!! I had admired him almost from the moment he arrived, tall, athletic and, as I had seen in the shower, equipped with one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen. The problem was that he was so new, I didn't have the slightest idea what his preferences were. Ah well, maybe it was time to find out!
We wandered aimlessly for a while, had a couple more drinks and generally chatted, while I looked for a chance to sound him out. Luckily this came about in the next bar which had a quasi-leather theme to it. When Greg returned from the toilet he had a strange look to him, and when I asked what was up, he simply said that I wouldn't believe the pictures on the wall in the bathroom. So, my curiosity aroused, we went to have a look. The place was quite a work of art and on the walls were pictures of guys in various bondage scenes. The whole scene was clearly turning him on, so I quickly told of my previous experiences, omitting that it was in a hetero relationship. His eyes lit up and he quickly told me that he had always wanted to experiment with leather and bondage. Bingo!! Now my mind was racing, how was I going to get my chance with this hot stud, so far from home and my contacts?
A discreet cough from behind us solved my problem. He introduced himself as Leo and explained that he couldn't help having overheard our conversation. (We had been so engrossed that neither of us had heard him come in). Anyway, here was my opportunity, as Leo was offering Greg a chance to visit his home, if he really wanted to experiment with bondage.
All of a sudden Greg looked doubtful and I sensed the moment was passing; quickly I reassured him that I would come with him. Leo agreed, saying that I would most certainly be there. Strangely I missed the inference in Leo's voice, probably because I was concentrating so much on getting to see a leather-bound Greg.
As soon as we climbed into the back of Leo's van, his attitude changed, an authority coming into his voice that was difficult to resist. Smiling at us, he produced two sets of handcuffs and simply said, "Put them on". Again I could see Greg was becoming doubtful, so I quickly snapped the cuffs onto my wrists and tried to relax. Happily Greg followed my lead. Leo now busied himself with attaching our manacled wrists to a ring set high in the van's side panel, muttering a "wouldn't want you running away" as he did so. Any thought about the haste with which I was heading into this situation, was overcome by the throbbing cock in my pants, plus of course my current obsession to see more of Greg like this.
Satisfied that we were secure, Leo quickly blindfolded Greg and then turned to me; "it was your choice" he whispered and started massaging my now obvious erection, through the front of my jeans. A firm twist on my balls and my immediate groan told him all he needed to know. A blindfold then covered my eyes and the journey started.
After about 30 minutes the van stopped and I sensed we had turned into a building, probably a garage. Greg had been silent throughout this period, although I had sensed him testing his bonds and had certainly felt his thigh when he had moved to sit closer to me. Any further thoughts were interrupted as the van doors were opened and I felt the chain unfastened and I was led by the handcuffs through a door and into another room. Nothing was said as my arms were again lifted, the cuffs secured to a point above me and some sort of hessian sack was placed over my head. Muffled footsteps receded and I was left alone. As the minutes passed I began to panic, where had Greg got to? Wasn't Leo going to bring him in too? "Well," I thought, "you've only got yourself to blame for this, haven't you?"
Secured as I was, with my senses effectively deadened, I lost track of time. I had given up trying to figure a way out of my bonds and had decided I would just have to wait and see what would happen next. Suddenly I felt hands on my body and the sack and blindfold were removed and there, across the room, which I could now see was some sort of large cellar, was a remarkable sight.
Greg was spread-eagled, secured to a wooden cross by leather restraints at his wrists, ankles, neck and waist. A ball-gag filled his mouth and the leather straps of a harness criss-crossed his chest, with a further strap leading down to the cock-ring encircling his swollen prick. I was stunned, what a sight!
While I was soaking all this in, Leo suddenly appeared at my side. He had changed and was now dressed from head to toe in black leather. His demeanour now very much of the MASTER in charge. He unhooked me and released my hands. "Strip!" was his simple command and I rushed to obey, quickly kneeling at his feet, once I was naked. Re-applying the handcuffs, behind my back this time, he placed a slave collar around my neck and by its leash led me across the room. Once there, and kneeling at the feet of my friend, I realised that I must have been "in the dark" for longer than I imagined. Greg's body was newly shaven and I could see evidence on his buttocks of a recent beating.
I barely had time to take this all in before Leo was again talking, "You love this don't you?" he said to me, "on your knees in front of another helpless slave?" I nodded, dumbly, transfixed by Greg's stiff cock some 6 inches in front of my face. "Go on then. Suck it!" he commanded. Glancing up at Greg's face I saw his eyes widen as I moved my mouth to encircle his manhood.
I like to pride myself on being a good cocksucker, and it was fairly obvious by his reactions that Greg thought so as well. I managed to get the full 8 inches into my throat and went to work moving my head rhythmically up and down his shaft. Even through his gag, Greg's groans were audible and the movement of his hips, despite the restraints, indicated he was getting close to his peak.
Suddenly, viciously, Leo hauled on the leash and dragged me of the object of my desire. Greg's now glistening cock was left wagging there. Swiftly I was taken to a wooden table off to one side, my arms and legs were drawn widely apart and I was securely fastened, on my back, to its surface. "Time to deal with you" Leo said, and with this he produced soap and a razor.
I had shaved my body on previous occasions, but had never had it done to me and certainly not in a scene like this. The feeling was intense as I felt, rather than saw the lather applied followed by the smooth cut of the blade, as Leo removed the hair from my torso, groin and backside. Once he was complete, some time was spent with him massaging my cock back to life (it had subsided somewhat whilst the razor was doing its work) and then securing a leather cock and ball strap. When he was happy with the result, he moved away and retrieved Greg from the cross.
With the minimum of fuss, he quickly had Greg secured on top of me in a 69 position. My heart quickened as Leo removed Greg's gag for, without any encouragement, he immediately took me in his mouth! I was quick to reciprocate and then Leo ensured that neither of us would have second thoughts, as he fastened each of our collars to the other's cock strap. Now that we were effectively, if unusually gagged, our newfound Master ordered that we "Give him a good show, or else!"
Given my previous experience, I had a pretty good idea what "or else" might mean, however Greg was a bit slower to catch on. It didn't take too many strokes from the whip that Leo swung, for him to realise that he couldn't just lie there, but actually had to perform. Soon we were going at it like there was no tomorrow, as each of us concentrated on trying to produce the best from the other.
Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer and, with no way of warning him, shot my load into the back of Greg's throat. To his credit he swallowed it all, and at the same time came strongly in my mouth. Now came another first, as fastened as we were, our now softening cocks, still filled the others mouth and continued to provide a gag. At this point Leo, who had been stood to one side while we performed, came over to the table. He had removed his outfit and held a tube of lubricant in his hand. Approaching out of Greg's sight he climbed on the table and straddled Greg's arse and began lubing it up. Greg immediately stiffened and began pulling at his bonds, but to no avail. There was to be no escape for him, so I decided to try and help soothe him and began again sucking gently on his cock. Despite his obvious disquiet, it also became very clear that my ministrations were also having effect. I felt his tool slowly stiffen and expand within its warm moist prison.
From my position I had the best view as Leo slowly brought his cock head to the opening in Greg's arse. With a slow but steady movement he entered him and before long was into a methodical rhythm. The muffled moans of protest quickly turned into groans of pleasure and I felt my own member being sucked back to life, as the object in mine continued to grow.
Harder and harder Leo thrust, and it became clear that he was close to orgasm. With a final thrust he shot his cum deep into Greg. Incredibly both of us also came at the same moment and there was a wild moment of three bodies locked together in the final throes of passion.
The remainder of the night was spent expanding Greg's knowledge, so it was a couple of tired individuals who arrived back at camp the next morning.
As we walked in the gate, Greg turned and simply said, "Thanks mate"
"You just wait until we get home and you meet some of my contacts there!" I retorted...but that's another story.
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