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I really want to thank everyone (the numbers have been overwhelming) who has posted a response...the feedback has all been very positive and has encouraged me to continue relating my story.
I only set out initially to write of a single experience I had and I just wanted, after all these years, to "get it off my chest". It's been good therapy. There's probably only another episode after this one...that said there are a good number of other "adventures" I can relate...let's see how this one ends and then ask if you want to hear about some of the others.
Under Orders, Part 4
...Climbing onto the table and straddling my face, Mark began alternately sucking on both Greg's and my cocks. At the same time the tip of his was brushing against my lips and I tentatively used my tongue to lick at the pre-cum dripping from it and was rewarded with a shudder going through Mark's body.
SIR resumed his seat and watched the action before him.
Incredibly only some ten hours had passed since Greg and I arrived, and we had the whole long weekend yet! What else was in store for us?...
For quite a while there was nothing else to be heard apart from the slurping sound as Mark set about his task of getting Greg and I hard. I have to say he went about his work with a passion and it wasn't long before he had both of us moaning, whilst our cocks wagged erect, pre-cum dripping to mingle with the sweat and saliva. Secured as we were, there was nothing we could do about it and, as Mark's hands were still bound behind his back, he could only rely on his mouth to achieve his aim.
As I got more and more aroused I could feel my sphincter muscle tighten against the large rubber invader in my arse. When I moved, in response to Mark's sucking, I must have pulled the other end of the dildo part way out of Greg's hole. Because I felt him use his arse to try and pull it back! And so it was, as Mark alternated between us, both Greg and I found ourselves moving the double-ended dildo between us. In and out...in and out...We were fucking one another without being able to do anything about it. If we paused then the elastic connecting our cocks took over and made us pull closer, driving the dildo back into us.
I didn't know whether SIR had planned it all this way, but when I stole a glance of him just sitting there, a smile on his face, as he slowly rubbed his own member through his leather pants, I think I got my answer.
Eventually Mark's part in the process became surplus to requirement, as Greg and I were so aroused that we didn't need an external stimulus to make us carry on fucking one another. It had almost become a game to see which of us could pull the dildo furthest out before allowing the other, and the elastic, to force it back into our asses.
SIR obviously realized this and took Mark by his leash and moved him to one side where he had him kneel over another large dildo, "inviting" him to get with the action and catch up with us two. In between Greg and I exchanging lunges I watched as Mark furiously pumped his arse up and down, driving his dildo deeper with each thrust. It became a race to see who would cum first.
It wasn't a long wait, as Greg began really pumping his hips against the restraints before exploding over the pair of us. As he did I felt the cum welling up in my own cock and my arse tightened as I shot my load. A shout from my right told me Mark had done a good job of catching up as he sank onto the floor.
The silence that followed was broken only by the sound of deep breathing as, with heaving chests, each of us tried to regain our composure.
Striding swiftly to the side of the table, SIR appeared above us pumping his own cock, which erupted spraying cum over Greg and I. Taking his hand he smeared it over our faces, allowing us to eagerly taste his offering. Scooping some up, he turned to Mark, still kneeling impaled on his dildo, and did the same to him.
"Now you know what it means to serve me," he said, "but enough fun for one night, I need you rested for what I have planned."
Released from our bonds he sent us away to shower and clean up. Once that was complete we returned to the basement, falling to our knees before him. SIR then produced three collars and leashes and led us, on all fours, to his bedroom. There he tethered us to the base of his bed and with a "Make yourselves comfortable, slaves!" He went to sleep. Exhausted as we were, we cuddled together and quickly fell asleep ourselves.
The following morning (I think), for I had already lost track of time, he woke us and led us back to the basement for "some morning exercise", SIR's not ours!
With each of us secured by our wrists to posts in the basement, he began with a light flogging. The sting of the lash across my ass soon focused my mind on events to come.
One thing I had learned about SIR was that he wasn't a cruel master. Sure he liked to give a bit of a beating, but only to remind you that he was in charge. He certainly took great enjoyment out of admiring men with good bodies and knowing they were under his control. His ability to devise different and exciting scenes was amazing; you never knew what he might come up with next. On the sex side he also wasn't demanding. Of course he had fucked me and, I am sure that Mark had been there too; as yet Greg hadn't had that pleasure. Occasionally he let you suck his cock but as I had quickly realized, just like last night, he also enjoyed watching his "charges" perform for him. It was always safe and controlled.
Now what was it he had planned?
We weren't to find out in a hurry. First we were set the task of cleaning up the basement. Naked and collared as we were it had a certain feel about it. There was no way that any of us could feel we were not SIR's slaves, to do with as he commanded. Given our relative youth and strength, if we had rebelled then, there would be nothing He could do about it. However each of us obviously wanted to be there and be part of what was to come.
Once the cleaning was done, SIR produced an item for us to assemble. When we finished there stood, in the middle of the room, a metal tripod with a large bowl at its apex. I don't think any of us had overlooked what appeared to be various attachment points around it and we could only imagine their use.
Next we were sent to the bathroom to shower and shave...completely! At least he accepted that our heads were off-limits (just normal military short) but everywhere else was to be devoid of hair!
We assembled back in the basement, each of us feeling more naked than when we had arrived and also starting to experience the urges that only one thing could satisfy. Not yet though!!
SIR went on to explain that whilst he didn't have a furnace and anvil he hoped we would treat it as if he had. One day, he explained, it was his desire to take us down that path. Anyway he set about removing the leather collars and replacing them with metal ones. He then fastened metal cuffs at our wrists and ankles, all held in place with nuts and bolts. This was new ground for each of us and the feeling of total domination that arose from our knowing we couldn't easily remove them was unbelievable. I think that the raging hard-on, that each of us was showing, must have indicated how we felt!
He then began attaching us, as we had guessed, to the tripod. Our arms and legs were linked together and securely fixed to the legs of the contraption. With our heads bent forward by the presence of the large bowl we became a part of the whole structure. Stepping back and admiring his work, we realized we had just become the "centrepiece" of the room.
"As you might have gathered I am having a party tonight and you three are the star attractions", he said "but I still need to fine-tune it".
So saying he fixed on metal cock bands, to maintain the erections and nipple clamps to give us something to think about. He then set about filling the bowl with finger-food before, "Retiring to prepare myself".
Silence...
I don't think any of us knew what to say; each of us coming to terms with our situation. Obviously he had guests. Who? What would they expect? What might they be like? Were we expected to perform, or just be here as ornaments?
Greg groaned as these thoughts clearly ran through his mind, but if the way his cock was standing up was an indication, he clearly wasn't that worried! >From my point of view this feeling of total bondage and the erotic situation we were in, only made me want to go through with it...As if I had a choice anyway!
A hurried exchange between the three of us determined that we were up for what might lie ahead. We all, by that stage, trusted that SIR wouldn't allow any real harm and the experience would be one of the most erotic we had had. ...to be continued