This story is fiction, a figment of my warped imagination. Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead, it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.
This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex. If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location, then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.
The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story. It was written strictly as a form of entertainment and acts
described should not be attempted by anyone that does not know what the hell
they are doing.
Story codes: M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 18
Afternoon Delight
After drying ourselves, Josh and I headed into the gym to retrieve our few
skimpy cloths and the boots. We didn't even bother to put them on. Just
picked them up and headed out into the hall.
I thought we would be heading back to room 18, however we turned and went in the
opposite direction. There was another hallway branching off to the right and
Josh headed down it with me right behind.
About halfway down the hall he stopped and opened a door. He pushed it open and
stood back to permit me to enter first. As I was entering I suddenly stopped
spell bound.
It was the most beautiful room I had ever seen in my life. A large living
room, all decorated in varying shades of green. The carpet was a dark green
and my feet sunk in and were surrounded with the most amazing warmth. Hell it
was softer than the bed I slept on last night.
There were easy chairs, lounges, small tables, large tables all of the highest
quality, the wood highly polished, contrasted so well with the various shades of
green. Everything had been designed to give the occupant the fullest sense of
luxury.
Josh closed the door.
"Breath taking isn't it?" he said quietly.
"Unbelievable. Is this your room?" I inquired still flabbergasted by it all.
"No, this is a guest suit. Normally only Senior Master's, such as Charlie,
stay here when visiting. Master Dieter told me that you and I were to make
full use of the suit for the rest of the afternoon. He said that your every
wish was to be fulfilled. Do you have any idea what you did to earn this
honour?" he asked.
"I'll be a Sonofabitch." I swore.
"He made a bet with me Josh. He challenged me to beat him on that final jog
around the gym. He said that if I beat him I could have the afternoon to rest
and that you could share it with me." I said with awe as I continued to look
the place over.
"I hadn't expected anything like this."
"The Master does sometimes go to extremes. If he is angry with you, over even
the most minor of offenses, the punishment may end up being very severe. On
the other hand when he is happy with you and wants to reward you he often goes
to the opposite extreme. Just be glad he was happy with you, and let's enjoy."
Josh said with a smile.
"Yeah." I said, turning to look at him.
His body was very close to mine and I could feel his heat radiating against my
skin. I turned to look at his beautiful face and those wonderful green eyes
and those oh so kissable lips.
I moved towards him and he towards me. Our arms were soon wrapped around each
other and my wish, since the first moment I had seen him, finally came to
fulfillment, as our lips met.
They were soft, warm and sweeter than the nectar of the sweetest flower on this
earth. The taste and feel of him over powered me and I was soon lost in the
ecstasy of this beautiful human being, that was Josh.
As the kiss drew deeper and deeper, we finally sank to the carpet, unable to
stand of our on volition. Freed of the need to balance, our hands began to
explore every nook and cranny of our hot young bodies, while our tongues
explored each others hot oral cavity, known by that most unromantic of names,
the mouth.
In our lust for each other we rolled around on that beautifully soft carpet.
The soft, sensuous fibers adding to the sensations sending fiery signals of
ecstasy through our bodies to our fevered, lust soaked brains.
I have no idea how long we continued that kiss. I only know that when we
finally manage to pull away, our lips were raw from all the friction. That
didn't stop our love making for even a fraction of a second.
Josh's arms had gone around me and pulled me in tight to him. The feeling of
our pecs pushing together, our abs, our hard throbbing cocks moving together,
sent thrills through me. We shifted our bodies, slightly, side to side,
exciting more nerve ends. While my hot tongue began to explore Josh's right
ear.
He gave out a loud moan as I nibbled gently on his ear lobe. Working my head
down I licked, short little jabs at his neck, then a sucking kind of kiss, which
brought further moans. I couldn't go much further without us drawing apart.
I didn't want these feelings to ever end, but I wanted desperately to feel his
cock in my mouth.
We let go of each other and quickly shifted to a 69 position. There in front
of me was 7 inches of cut, precum oozing, man meat. My greedy mouth headed for
it like steel to a magnet.
I licked and savoured all his sweet precum, and it was sweet, sweeter than the
sweetest honey I had ever tasted. I couldn't get enough. I wrapped my tongue
around that cock, letting it slowly slither across the bulging, pulsing, purple
head.
I felt his cock give a surge and another large drop of precum plopped onto my
eager tongue. I savoured the flavor of this man, whom I had learned to love, so
easily, in such a short time.
We were nothing but a couple of animals lost in lust. The outside world no
longer existed for us. All that mattered was our deep need to feel, taste and
gorge our senses on each other. To satiate this great hunger that drove us
onward towards fulfillment.
We both reached the pinnacle of our lust at the same moment and charged down the
hill of satisfaction together, wallowing in each others ecstasy.
Once we were both sated, we cleaned each other up and then scrambled to get our
lips back together.
This kiss was slower, less urgent, taking the time to enjoy each other. To move
our bodies together and taste all the sensations.
Eventually we got up from the floor and headed for the bedroom. We were still
locked in an embrace as we moved like two star crossed lover's. Pecking and
kissing at each other. I felt so happy, so wonderful. Was everything I had
gone through in the past few days and weeks, worth this moment?
These things were going through my mind when we walked into the bedroom. As
Josh opened the door I happened to be looking straight ahead. If it had been
physically possible I am sure my jaw would have dropped to the floor.
The room was like something out of a fantasy dream. It was a man's room, done
in rich brown's, highlighted by blacks. Oak, mahogany and cherry woods
prevailed for the furniture and wall paneling that framed the mirrors which were
everywhere. Brocaded gold drapes hung from the window alcove.
The bed was enclosed by shear black draperies, pulled back and tied to the
bedposts that went to the ceiling. The floor covering was the same material as
the rug in the living room but had changed to gold's and browns which
complimented the rest of the decor.
After I caught my breath we headed towards the bed. It was covered with black,
satin sheets. The ceiling above the bed was one huge mirror. The bottom
would be able to clearly see all the action. The thought caused a twitch
between my legs.
"Would you like a drink Harold? Looks like the Master left us a bottle of
bubbly." he said pointing to a side board.
I looked over and there was a bottle of wine, some fruit, cheese and bread.
When did the Master set all this up? I don't remember him leaving to give
orders or anything. We went right into the showers after that little race.
Could it be that he purposely lost the race and had set this all up before hand?
I just couldn't believe that Dieter was the kind of man that would do that, no
matter how much he might like one of his slaves.
"Josh, when did the Master tell you that we would be spending the afternoon
together?" I asked, I just had to know.
"On our way into the shower. He didn't give me any reason, just told me to
bring you here and make sure you had a good relaxing time and that whatever you
wanted, do it." he answered giving me a funny look.
"Well I just couldn't understand how he arranged all this in such a short time.
He didn't leave the shower. The thought had struck that he purposely lost that
race, but I just can not picture him doing such a thing."
"You got that right. If he challenged you and you won, it was fair and square.
After he gave me my instructions I saw him talking to Walter, one of the
housekeeping staff. That would explain the tray, if that is what concerns
you."
"Ok, just my stupid mind at work, dreaming up all kinds of nefarious deeds being
concocted behind my back. Yes lets have a small glass of that wine. We can
toast a wonderful, relaxing afternoon." I laughed.
The wine was cool, not cold, the coolness of the wine cellar clinging to it. The
staff had opened the bottle, permitting it to breath so it was ready for us.
Josh poured and handed me the glass. I lifted it to my nose and inhaled deeply,
the bouquet was exquisite.
We clinked our glasses and toasted the afternoon, then the benefactor.
"To Master Dieter, an expert at punishment, but a Grand Master at rewards." I
said, lifting my glass to clink against his.
"To Master Dieter." he responded.
Josh also cut off some slices of cheese and broke off some chunks of bread. We
nibbled and sipped and talked a bit, sitting in the middle of this great bed,
with the black satin sheets, surrounded by a sheer black canopy and a ceiling
mirror. Talk about the pampered. Shit it must be nice to be rich.
Josh taught me the joys of eating from the same morsel. He would place a piece
of cheese, a grape, a piece of apple or bread between his lips then move his
lips to mine. He would bite the morsel in half and we would eat, our lips
still together. It was so erotic my dick was up and bouncing around, dribbling
precum as it waved back and forth.
We finally placed the glasses and the remainder of the food on the night tables
and moved back together.
We kissed for a bit and then Josh moved down and began to lick and suck on my
throbbing dick. I, in a partial sitting position, leaned my head back and
moaned in pleasure.
Josh then asked me to grab my legs and spread them wide, which I did instantly.
I had a very good idea what was coming. Then a thought hit I had not been
cleaned out inside since I got here.
"Josh, I am not clean inside." I cautioned.
"That's ok, it didn't bother Master Dieter none, I am going to give you a few
thrills anyway." he smiled and ducked his head down.
He started by licking around my nuts, taking each one gently into his mouth and
tenderly making love to it with his hot lips, tongue and teeth. Pat had been
very good at this, so had Pete and Larry, but they didn't even compare to Josh's
technique. I paid close attention as I enjoyed this. My oh my, was Pat in
for a surprise tonight.
From my nuts he moved slowly on towards my ass. His tongue working expertly to
find all my little pleasure spots and work them, eliciting moans of pleasure.
Even a few yelps of pure glee, every once in a while.
There was no doubting it, Master Dieter may be a hard man, but he taught his
people how to be the best at everything they do. Josh was an expert at finding
all the pleasure spots and using them to drive his partner to new heights of
pleasure.
Then his tongue was working slowly, lovingly around the rim of my anus. I was
panting and gasping for air the feelings were so exquisite. The fact that
Dieter had fucked me only a short time ago and that I had not had an enema to
clean me since arriving here, did not deter him from giving me pleasure.
He worked his tongue up into my asspussy. Wiggling and snapping it around to
give the most intense sensations. Finally I felt a finger join the tongue, the
two working together, to make me scream out loud.
The pleasures I was feeling were so intense I had to grasp the sheets with both
fists and squeeze hard to keep myself from jerking all over the bed.
The finger and tongue were removed and Josh sat up squiggled forward until his
throbbing dick was pressed against my love hole. He leaned forward and gently
pushed the pulsing head into my waiting chambre.
I relaxed my sphincter and felt him enter me. I was still breathing heavily
and encouraged him along.
"Oh yes Josh, push it in. Fill me Josh, fill me with the essence of you."
Josh smiled and pushed more of himself into my pussy. In a bit, out a bit, in
a bit more, out a bit until the whole shaft lay buried in my love canal. He
stopped, holding it there and leaned forward. His lips parted and we kissed.
We continued to kiss as he began to fuck my asspussy with a slow, but steady
rhythm. Each time he entered he pushed against my prostate which sent a
charge of pleasure through my extremities. Oh man, never let this end.
A wonderful side effect of the whole thing was that my throbbing dick was
sandwiched between our abs and was constantly massaged. This was so much
better than a wank.
Our love making and passion went on and on. We had no reason to hurry to end
this wonderful time together. Whenever either of us came close to the pinnacle
Josh would ease off, let us down so we could carry on. I had never know such
unending love and passion.
However it finally became too much for either of us to be able or even want to
hold off any longer. Josh sat up and grabbed my hips and began to increase the
speed and strength of his thrusts. I wrapped a hand around my dick and wanked
in time to his pounding hips.
We both reached the top of the mountain at the same time, screamed out our joy
and began the long, exciting trip down the other side. Long white ropes of my
cum shot up into the air and flew towards my face. I tried to catch it with my
mouth but missed, it landed on my chin.
The second one hit in almost the same spot, the third a little lower. Josh was
banging into my rear end like his life depended on it. Each thrust against my
prostate set a rope of my cum flying towards my face.
So lost in the joy and pleasure of it all I lost count of how many shots I made.
I only know most of them hit my chin and neck. Josh had a great time licking
me clean afterwards.
But he never swallowed any. He kept it in his mouth until he had it all licked
up. Then brought his hot lips to mine and surprised me with a gift of my own
cum. We passed it back and forth, each taking a small swallow until finally it
was all gone, but the memory.
We were both exhausted, so lay back, closed our eyes and dozed.
I don't know how long we dozed, not having a watch or any clocks around. But
was in for a big surprise when I opened my eyes.
"Ah the sleeping beauties are awake." a voice boomed.
Startled I sat right up. Josh didn't move at all. There getting up out of a
chair was Dickie.
"Hell the Master gives you guys all of this and what do you two fools do but
waste it fucking sleeping. What do you think Stuart?" he boomed with a big
smile on his face.
Stuart!! I turned my head and sure enough, getting up out of another chair, but
on the other side of the bed, was Stuart.
"Don't know what it is Dickie, young people today just don't seem to have the
stamina we had when I was young." he said and then bellowed at his own joke.
As they got up they both stripped off the vests and pouches, their boots were
already off. At exactly the same moment, as though on a signal they both
dived onto the bed.
"Now it's time to show you two how to make out." Stuart said grabbing me.
His lips were locked onto mind before I had time to react to any of this. I
felt Dickie grab my legs and pull them apart. Then his hot mouth was slurping
on my dick.
"Hey." I heard Josh shout, "what the fuck about me? Don't I count for nuthin'
no more?"
Stuart pulled his lips from mine and laughed.
"Sure ya do Josh, but you already raped the poor little bugger a couple of times
by the look of things and we wanted our turn." and he bellowed out again.
Well, soon we were all sucking each others cocks. If it's called a 69 when two
guys are sucking each other, what is it called when there are four, perhaps,
"the big O", would be appropriate. Of course at that moment I don't think any
one us could give a shit, one way or the other, what ya call it.
After we had sucked for a while Stuart and Dickie wanted to mount Josh and I. I
had no problem with that whatsoever, I found I liked it a whole bunch. I am
not sure how it came about, but Dickie ended up mounting me, while Josh took on
Stuart. I was kind'a happy in a way, Stuart's cock was 2 or more inches in
diameter and I had never had anything that big up my ass. I would need a lot
of preparing before I could take that thing without pain.
Dickie was just as good a top as he was a cocksucker. He wasted no time
bringing me to the top, then bringing me down again. He kept doing it, over
and over. I was gasping and moaning and shifting around on the bed. Just
letting him do what he wanted.
After close to the tenth time he had brought me up and then taken me down he
pulled out. I almost screamed out my displeasure, but Dickie never gave me the
chance.
"Over on your belly, Harold and get your ass up in the air. I wan'na see what
it is like to fuck, Dinky doggie." he ordered.
I wanted that cock back up my pussy and at that moment I would have done
anything to get it there. Rolling over and getting my ass end up was not a
problem.
As soon as it was up, he was back in, humping away, getting me back to the top
again. With one hand holding my hip to give himself balance, he let the other
one circle around and grab my throbbing dick. He began to wank me in time to
his thrusts.
All I could do was grab onto the sheets and moan and yell out my pleasure. What
I did notice right away was that, Josh was in the same position beside me. He
had turned his head to look my way.
He smile and held out a hand to me. We grasped hands and together reveled in
the ecstatic pounding of our pussies.
"Let's go for it, Dickie." I heard Stuart yell.
"Right on man." Dickie answered as he suddenly pounded into me with a vengeance.
I climbed that mountain real quick and was sitting on the edge, waiting for
Dickie to push me over so I could take that fabulous ride to the bottom.
With a wild scream he gave that push and I began to shoot my load into the
sheets. I could feel his hot seed splashing against the walls of my bowel. His
hot, thrusting cock, splashed it around, coating every inch of the bowel walls
and his big dick.
My own was still shooting straight into the sheets, his wanking hand keeping up
with his still full thrusts. Josh and I both were screaming out our ecstasy as
we rode the wild hill down to the bottom. As our nuts emptied a wonderful
feeling of euphoria over came us.
I felt Dickie pull his dick out, I was so euphoric, I let my legs go and plopped
right down into my mess. At that moment I felt so good I didn't give a shit
about anything except how wonderful I felt.
A loud clapping filled the room. I rolled over and there, standing at the foot
of the bed, slapping his hands together and smiling, stood Master Dieter.
"It would seem that the slaves are having all the fun around here. What are
you going to do about that?" he asked looking straight at me.
I had tensed up, the man still filled me with a lot of fear. His icy cold,
blue eyes eating right through me. At his words all four of us scrambled off
the bed. Stuart headed for his back and helped remove his vest, then began to
massage his shoulders and lick and kiss his neck.
Dickie went down on his knees and scrambled up to his ass. His arms came
around front, unfastened something and then removed a piece from the Master's
black leather trousers, leaving the crotch and ass free. He then bent in and
started kissing and licking his ass.
Josh indicated to me to get on my knees, I knew what I was supposed to do and
crawled quickly up to the Master dick. It was not a huge dick, but it was still
impressive. Seven and a half inches of cut meat. It was at least an inch and
a half in circumference.
It was semi erect as I placed one hand on his low hanging nuts and with the
other lifted his pecker up to lick the underside of the head. A few quick
licks and his dick was soon fully erect.
Josh moved with his beautiful, sensuous lips, he was a fantastic kisser, the
moment his lips touched the Master's, the Master's cock gave a lurch. Mmmmm, I
thought, the Master likes Josh's kisses as well.
The four of us worked for a while on the Master. He was soon gasping and
moaning and his hips were involuntarily fucking my throat with his meat. I
didn't mind, it felt so good and tasted so manly. He had a very strong male
musk odour. I had not noticed that on anyone else. I wondered if it was
natural or artificial, whichever, it was very erotic.
I felt Josh pull away from the Master and looked up. The Master was breathing
pretty heavy so he was really getting off on all this treatment.
"Stuart, the Dieter gasped, "take Dickie aside and give him a good hard ride.
It has been a long time since he was rode. That salami of yours should be just
the thing to loosen him up again. I may want his services tonight."
I was still working away on his dick and Dickie had his tongue in the Master's
hole.
"Yes, Sir." Stuart answered. "Come along Dickie, bet you one night of servitude
that I can make you squeal like a stuffed piggy." Stuart said good naturedly.
"Your on, old man." Dickie replied pulling away from the Master.
The Master then told Josh to get on the bed, on his back and lift his legs.
Josh immediately adopted the position I had been in not too long ago.
"Your turn for some fun Harold. Let's see how well you can fuck Josh." he said
beaming.
I climbed up on the bed and went down on Josh's cock right away. In a few
moments it was up. I worked my way down to his nuts, practicing the little
tricks he had used on me. I heard him taking in great gulps of air. That made
me feel great, I had learned.
I then moved to his pussy and rimmed him really well. His ass was clean and
had a nice, pleasant odour. I worked my tongue into the warmth of his rose
bud, again trying to remember all the little things he had done to me.
"Are you going to suck shit all day or are you going to fuck him?" I heard
Dieter say in an impatient voice.
I withdrew my tongue, shifted my dick up and started to penetrate his love hole.
Josh's hole was loose and my dick just slide right in. I was surprised, I had
expected I would have to work slowly. But I just went right in up to the hilt.
As I started to withdraw to set up a rhythm, Josh did something with his muscles
and his sphincter wrapped itself tightly around my cock. I was startled. He
asspussy now fit my dick like a glove.
I began a steady rhythm and it felt fantastic. His pussy was so tight, it
squeezed and fondled my humping cock. It was almost like having a hand
manipulating it.
I had the rhythm working very steady now and it was wonderful. I felt like I
would be able to fuck him all afternoon at this rate. But that was not to be.
I suddenly felt a pair of hot hands on my hips and an even hotter cock at my
back door.
I pushed into Josh and on the withdrawal, impaled myself on the Master's cock.
His cock hit my prostate and I gave an involuntary gasp of pleasure.
So there I was, the living, breathing, filling of a human sandwich. Both Josh
and the Master were perfectly still while I did the work, making all three of us
feel great.
"Aiyeeeeeeeeeeeee." Dickie squealed.
All of us gave out a laugh. Dickie had lost the bet. Stuart of course had to
rub it in.
"Told you I would make you squeal ya little prick. You kids are all the same,
no control of your emotions, that's yer problem." he laughed.
"Unless the Master has other things for you to do, bring me coffee at five
tomorrow morning and after you serve it to me, I'll let you suck my morning
woody." he laughed again.
"Fuck you old man." was all that Dickie would say.
The rest of us were laughing at the exchange, even Master Dieter.
"That's telling the little snot Stuart." Dieter said.
While being sandwiched creates wonderful sensations on your dick and up your
pussy at the same time, it is a much slower process. I had been humping away
for the longest time and was nowhere near ready to blow my load. All three of
us were moaning with pleasure, but the target was still nowhere in sight.
I thought maybe I should pick up the pace a little and that's what I did.
"Don't be impatient, Harold." Dieter said.
"Take your time, enjoy. Give pleasure and receive pleasure in return. You go
fast and it is over too soon. So enjoy it boy, enjoy it." he said, almost with
warmth in his voice.
I dropped the pace back to what I had been doing. Josh's hands came up and
began to pinch and flick at my nipples. He tugged a bit on my new nipple rings,
then flicked them. They were still tender from the piercing and abuse they had
taken the day and night before. But Josh seemed to know exactly what he could
do with them that would add to my erotic pleasure. I did feel good.
Eventually Josh began to climb the mountain. Watching the ecstatic pleasure on
his face as his head moved from side to side, added to my own erotic pleasure
and I began to climb the mountain as well. Little changes in the throbbing and
pulsing of Dieter's cock as it moved in and out of my pussy, hinted that he as
well was climbing.
Sweat was dripping down my forehead, as Josh began to scream out his pleasure.
This spurred me on to increase the tempo and strength of my thrusts. I was now
banging in hard to his ass and hard against Dieter's hairy pubs.
My thrusting became furious as I reached the pinnacle and began to unload deep
in Josh's bowels. At almost the same moment, Dieter unloaded inside my bowels
and Josh's started squirting great, long ropes of pure white cum towards the
ceiling at great force.
"Fuck my pussy, ram me, ram me, fuck me, oh man fuck me." Josh cried out.
All too soon it was all over and I finally was able to stop and rest. I was
coated in sweat, fucking two guys at the same time is hard work.
The Master, pulled his still semi hard cock from my pussy and it exited with a
loud pop. He and I then crawled up on either side of Josh and just lay there,
enjoying the euphoria.
After we had rested for a while, all five of us headed for the shower, which was
located in a toilet fit for a king. Stuart and Dickie had finished before us
and were watching as we climaxed together.
As in the shower at the gym, there was a fair amount of horse play among the
five of us. Dieter liked to play. He was the Master, a strict
disciplinarian, but he was able to put that aside and just be one of the guys,
whenever it suited him to do so. It really was amazing to see the
transformation. His slaves all knew exactly when they were slaves and when
they could be men.
When we returned to the bedroom from the shower I was amazed again. The room
had been completely made up. The soiled, crumpled black satin sheets had been
replaced by deep purple satin sheets. All our cloths were laid out on the bed,
well not all. Each of them went to their outfits and began dressing.
Where mine should have been, were a pair of beige trousers, a white polo shirt,
socks and on the floor a pair of white, canvas shoes.
"They are yours, Harold." Dieter said.
"Master Charlie has decided you may wear human cloths to go home."
That's awful big of him, I thought. But I was really happy. I had fears that
they would put me back in that damned crate to ship me back. Instead, I was
going to get to travel home like a real, live human being. Part of the reward
for being a good boy last night, I guessed.
"Thank you, Sir." I said, as I moved to get dressed.
There was no underwear, but hell who cares, it felt good to have a pair of
trousers around my legs again. As well the fucking, "SLAVE", word was no
longer visible. Once I was dressed I almost felt free again.
Dieter told me to go into the living room and watch TV until Josh came back for
me. We would all be having dinner together and they were all going to dress
for the occasion. Pat, Pete and Larry would also be in attendance. At the
mention of Pat, my heart skipped a beat. I had missed him so much, I couldn't
wait to see him.
We all headed into the living room. Josh showed me where the TV was hidden,
behind a sliding panel in one wall. He gave me the remote and I plunked myself
down in a big, soft easy chair and turned on the tube.
The first thing I noticed was how fast the afternoon had flown. The six
o'clock news was just coming on. I had not watched TV since the day I was
abducted by Charlie, how long ago was that? Hell I couldn't even remember. I
had lost all track of time. It had to have been a month or so.
Have you ever noticed how TV news anchor sets often have clocks, but almost
never have anything to indicate the date. Every once in a while you may come
across one where they mention the date at the end, but that's about it. Don't
the fucking morons that produce these things understand that not everyone always
knows the date?
It was about 20 minutes into the news when Josh showed up. He was wearing an
outfit very similar to mine, except he wore a green shirt to match his eyes. It
was the first time I had seen him wear anything but the vest and black crotch
pouch.
"Wan'na go shoot some pool or play cards while we wait for dinner? he asked.
"Do you play Crib?" I asked hopefully.
"Sure do, wan'na play?"
"Yeah, I used to play regularly on Yahoo, before Charlie took me. I miss it."
I replied.
"Ok, come on, we'll go to the games room."
The games room was almost right next door to the dining room were we had lunch.
It was a fairly large room with a couple of huge Brunswick pool tables, a ping
pong table, a dozen or so card tables, magazine racks, shelves of books and a
big projection TV. All kinds of stuff to keep a bunch of guys busy during
their off hours. The room was unoccupied at the moment.
Josh went to a cupboard and pulled out a cribbage board and a deck of cards. We
headed for a card table and sat down. We managed to get in three games before
it was time to go. I won two and missed the third by only one point. If I'd of
had first count on that hand the game would have been mine. Who said luck had
nothing to do with winning at Crib?
After the third hand, Josh said we had better get to the dining room. Master
Dieter would not tolerate anyone, particularly slaves to be late. Punishment
was swift and severe for any slave that dared to be late.
The dinner was obviously not going to be held in the dining room where we had
lunch. We headed back down to the hallway where that wonderful suit of rooms
was located. Four doors past that, Josh opened a door on the opposite side of
the hall way and we entered into a very ornate, but tasteful dining room
The room was about 30ft x 60ft. A large dining table set for 12 took up the
centre of the room. There were side boards along the walls and a couple of
doors on the other side of the room which I assumed led to the kitchen.
A few of the guys were congregated at one end of the room having drinks.
Everyone was dressed in slacks and polo shirts. I took it to mean that this
was to be an informal affair, but a cut above slave dress.
Dickie, Stuart, Al, Bill and Gary were huddled together talking as we
approached. Gary was the first to notice our approach.
"Ah, Josh and the guest of honour approach." he announced.
Everyone turned and we were greeted. A slave entered from one of the doors and
took our drink order. We joined right into the conversation, which dealt with
current legislation on gay rights and particularly gay marriages.
I had finished my first drink, which I will assume you guessed to be coke, and
you would have been right. The server had returned and I ordered a second, I
was going to take every opportunity offered to drink as much coke as I could. I
had not been getting all that many opportunities lately.
He had just delivered that second cold bubbly glass when Pat, Pete and Larry
walked in. I was so happy to see Pat, I put my coke on a side board and rushed
right to him. We hugged and he asked me how I was managing. I told him fine,
but wanted to come home. That brought a big smile to his face.
I brought him over and was going to introduce him, but he already knew everyone.
I should have known. The server was back and took their drink orders and we
all just continued to talk, waiting for the Master to arrive.
A little bell rang and all talk ceased. A slave stepped into the room from a
door up at the opposite end.
"Gentlemen, Master Charlie."
Charlie walked into the room and down towards us. We all shook hands and a
server had a drink for Charlie, of course it was bloody beer, and handed it to
him straight away. I hadn't expected Charlie to be here, I wonder why he came?
He talked with Pat for a moment then came over to me and told me to hold out my
hand but not look at what he would put in it. I followed his order and he
placed a small tubular object into my hand, which I closed right away.
"Keep that object in your pocket, Harold. Hold it, feel it, try to figure out
what it is. That little object could mean the difference between life and death
for you Harold. But you will not know what it is until after dinner." he said
placing a hand on my shoulder.
Great another fucking mystery. The difference between life an death for me.
What the hell was this bastard up to now? What the fuck could this little heavy
metal object be?
It was about and inch or so long and one end was kind of rounded and seemed to
have a cross or X scored into the rounded end. The other end was flat, but
seemed to have a bead or something dead centre. I didn't have a clue what it
could be.
We drank for a bit and talked, while I fingered the little mystery in my pocket,
and then that little bell rang again. The slave stepped through the door and
announced:
"Gentlemen, Master Dieter."
Master Dieter entered the dining room and headed straight for us. Again, a
server was waiting with a drink for him. The subject of the conversations now
took a different route. It switched to a discussion of countries with
fanatical religious leaders that persecuted Gays and Lesbians.
Master Dieter and Charlie seemed to be very clued in on the topic and even
mentioned that they had made sizable donations to factions fighting to overthrow
these religious despots.
After a suitable length of time the little bell rang again and Master Dieter and
Charlie led the way to the dining table. Each Master took up one end of the
table.
There were 12 of us altogether. Pat sat on the right of Charlie and I sat next
to him. Al was next to me with Dickie and Josh filling up this side of the
table.
Pete sat on Charlie's left, with Gary, Bill, Larry and Stuart in that order.
Stuart being on Master Dieter's immediate right, Josh on his left.
The servers started pouring wine as soon as we were all seated. Once
everyone's glass was filled Stuart stood and proposed the first toast.
"Gentlemen, we are honoured by the presence of Master Charlie. Senior
Magistrate of the Master's Congress of North America, Chairman of the Joint
Master's Association of Canada, Chief executive officer of the Master/Slaves
Retirement Fund, and our good and dear friend. Master Charlie, Sir, we are
honoured to share our humble meal with you." he said lifting his glass high.
We all stood, lifted our glasses and took a drink. We then all sat down again.
It was now Pat's turn. He stood up and spoke:
"Gentlemen we are honoured to be the guests of Master Dieter. A Magistrate of
the Master's Congress of North America, Member of the Board of the Master's
Association of Canada and President of the Master's Association of Toronto.
Master Dieter, Sir, we are honoured to be invited to partake of this meal with
you." he lifted his glass and we all stood up and did the same.
The formalities over, the rest of the meal was completely informal. The meal
started with a fresh fruit cocktail, followed by tiger shrimps, small button
mushrooms that were to die for, each had a toothpick stuck in it make eating and
talking enjoyable. Everything was done slowly, it became obvious right away
that this meal was meant to take a couple of hours, to be fully enjoyed.
The main course was Lobster tail with drawn butter, a half inch thick slice of
Prime Rib, fresh glazed carrots, broccoli and oven roasted potatoes. The meal
was exquisite. Of course we had wine with each course.
To finish the meal a simple dish of vanilla ice cream with choice of fresh fruit
or preserve topping.
Cheese trays were placed within easy reach down the centre of the table, as soon
as the dessert dishes had been cleared away. Pots of fresh hot coffee and tea
also were place on the table. We served ourselves.
The little bell rang and that little slave that did the announcing earlier
announced:
"Gentlemen, the Port enters."
We all stood, I wasn't sure why, I just followed the lead of everyone else. The
double doors from the kitchen were thrown open and two slaves, encased in a
complete, black leather outfit, each took and held a door.
A horn blew some sort of tattoo and two more slaves, again fully dressed in
black leather very slowly marched into the room side by side, completely in
step. Behind them came four slaves, again fully dressed in black leather
carrying a litter on their shoulders. Resting in the centre of the litter was
a large crystal decanter of a deep red liquid.
It was carried with due reverence all the way around the room and back to Master
Dieter. The four lads lowered the litter and Master Dieter picked up the
decanter with his right hand around the top neck and his left palm under the
bottom. He turned to the table holding it straight out in front of himself at
just above waist level.
Then he raised the bottle up over his head and said with reverence:
"The Port."
Everyone replied:
"The Port."
He brought it back down to waist level and turned to face the right side of the
table. Again he raised the decanter above his head and said:
"The Port."
Everyone seated on the right side answered:
"The Port."
Again the decanter went to waist level and Dieter turned to the left side of the
table and the process was repeated again.
I had no idea why they were doing this, some kind of Master/Slave ritual I
supposed. Dieter then carefully filled his glass, turned and placed the
decanter back on the litter.
The slaves lifted the litter back onto their shoulders and made a slow march
down to Charlie. They lowered the litter again and now Charlie picked it up,
in the same manner that Dieter had. He went through the same process of
holding it at waist height then lifting then saying:
"The Port."
To which we all replied. Then he did his right side of the table then his left,
then he finally poured the stuff into his glass.
This time instead of placing the decanter back on the litter he carefully handed
it to Pat. I watched closely because I was fascinated by this ritual.
Obviously the Port had some significance.
Pat took the decanter by placing his left hand under the decanter as Charlie
removed his. Then he grasped the neck with his right. He filled his glass and
turned to me. I was a little nervous but did what I had seen him do. Once my
glass was filled I passed the decanter to Al.
I noticed that the litter kept pace with the decanter, following it up the
table. When it got to Josh, he filled his glass then turned and placed it on
the litter. The litter bears raised it to their shoulders and marched it
around behind Master Dieter and stopped when they were behind Stuart. They
lowered it again.
Stuart turned and picked up the decanter, filled his glass and passed it to
Larry. The decanter now made it's way down that side of the table with the
litter following along. Pete being the last one to fill his glass, turned and
placed the decanter back on the litter. The litter bearers raised the litter
to their shoulders and continued marching around the table until they were back
up behind Master Dieter.
Master Dieter stood and everyone stood with him. He picked up his glass, raised
it and said:
"Gentlemen, the Queen."
Everyone responded with:
"The Queen."
We drank our toast to the Queen then sat down, sipped the Port and drank our
coffee, it really was quite pleasant. It was at about this time that I
remembered the object in my pocket and put hand in and started to finger it
again.
It had me baffled. I had never felt anything like it before. What could it be
that it might hold life or death over my head? Why would Charlie give me
something that might cause my death? I thought he was happy with my training.
I guess I was just going to have to patience, Charlie would tell me in good
time.
There was a bit of commotion at the end of the room where we had first
congregated before dinner. A couple of slaves had brought in some sort of
contraption. I couldn't make out exactly what it was.
It was almost like a garden trellis, but was made of metal. Some ropes and
things hung down from the centre. Then watched fascinated as they rigged a gun
to a clamp which held the gun dead centre and down about a foot from the top.
They continued playing around with it hooking up ropes and things.
Finally one of the slaves approached Master Dieter and whispered in his ear. He
nodded. The slave and the others that had been helping him left the room.
"Charlie," he said, "the test area is ready."
"Thank you Wolfgang, if I may, I will proceed." Charlie said.
"Gentlemen, a few days ago, one of my slaves, namely Harold here, threatened
another Master. Now whether he meant to carry out that threat or was just
blowing steam not is not germane, the threat was made. As you all know a slave
making a threat against a Master will not, can not, be tolerated"
"Harold, a very meek, submissive character, keeps finding little pockets of
strength to rebel against being held a slave. We tried many different methods
to train him, but still he rebelled."
"As a last resort, I decided to let Master Dieter try to salvage Harold. From
what I have seen so far he has done an excellent job and Harold is ready to go
home and fulfill his duties and give up all thoughts of freedom."
"However, with Harold it is hard to know if he has given in or not. The
question that bothers me is, has he really become a dedicated salve?"
"This little test has been devised to test his resolve. Does he consider
himself more important than his Master's orders? We shall see."
"Except for Harold, you have all seen this test before. We have had a couple
of tragedies, but they are the price we pay to ensure dedication. I do hope
tonight will not be a tragedy, I believe Harold will be a very good, productive
slave."
While he was saying all this, the object in my pocket was getting very hot. I
suddenly had a sneaking suspicion as to what it was. The gun had given it
away. I had never seen or touched a real bullet before, but I was now very
sure the object was a bullet.
What the hell did these sick bastards have in mind. What the fuck were they
going to do with that gun and I assumed this bullet in my pocket. I didn't
think it was going to be very pleasant and began to get real scared.
"Harold," Charlie said, looking deep into my eyes.
"I must know that you are a dedicated slave."
His look was very serious, he was not smiling. All the others were deadly
quiet. The only sounds in the room were Charlie's voice and my knees knocking
together.
"Harold pull that object from your pocket and hold in your hand, palm open." he
said quietly.
I obeyed. My suspicion was confirmed it could be nothing but a bullet. It had
a shiny brass base and a kind'a coppery head, with a deep X cut deeply into the
rounded, semi-pointed top.
"Do you know what the object is Harold?" he asked.
"Yes Sir. I think it may be a bullet, Sir." I answered, I was now shaking all
over.
"Yes Harold it is a bullet. Just a harmless bit of brass and copper. But
place it in a gun and it becomes very dangerous. That bullet is designed to
kill instantly if it strikes the head. The victim would feel nothing. Life
would just cease." he explained.
"Harold I want to test your loyalty. You are going to place that bullet in the
gun hanging from that rack over there. We will show you how to do it. It has
a revolving chamber. Once you have placed the bullet in the chamber, you spin
the chamber so know one, including you, knows where in that chamber the bullet
is. I am sure you have heard of the Russian version of roulette"
"There will only be the one live round, that one you have been holding for the
last couple of hours. The gun hanging from the rack normally holds nine rounds.
The other 8 rounds that are in the chamber right now are all blanks but have
been designed to weigh exactly the same as the live round. When the chamber is
spun, it will be fully balanced."
"As I mentioned, you may spin the chamber as many times as you like, within
reason. You will then open your mouth and place it on the barrel of the gun.
There will be a cord hanging down which you will pull. If there is click, we
all go home happy. There is only a one in 9 chance that the live round will be
in the chamber, Harold. The odds are in your favor but there is still a very
high risk you will blow your head off." he almost whispered that last part.
"To prove your loyalty to me Harold go over and place that bullet in the gun,
spin the chamber, take the barrel in your mouth and pull the cord. Do it now,
Harold." he commanded.
Shaking like a leaf, wanting out of this place of Dieter's, wanting relief from
the pain, I got to my feet. I would rather blow my head off then go through
this unending pain. Pat stood up with me and took my arm. I staggered over to
the gun.
Pat touched something on the gun and the revolving chamber opened. I could see
the ends of all the blank rounds. He indicated that I should push the live
round into the empty chamber. With fingers that were shaking so badly I could
barely control them I did what I had been ordered.
Pat indicated to me to push the chamber up and closed. He then told me how to
spin it. I gave it one spin and it went round and round and round. I didn't
think it was ever going to stop.
By now tears were flowing down my cheeks.
"Could I give you a quick kiss goodbye in case I fucked this up, Pat." I asked
quietly.
He stepped up and gave me a kiss. It sure helped, I didn't feel quite so alone.
I then made my way around to the front of the contraption. The barrel of the
gun now pointed at me.
I opened my mouth and placed it around the barrel and Pat placed the cord in my
hand. I felt there was no use prolonging the agony. In a few moments it
would be all over and we could head home, or I would be heading for a hole in
the ground.
I pulled down hard on the cord and there was a loud click. The tension had
been so great that the relief was more than I could bear and I fell to the
floor. It took a while to get the shakes to stop, Charlie brought me another
glass of port and told me to chug-a-lug it.
Within a few minutes the shaking stopped and I was able to get to my feet,
everyone gave me a standing ovation.
"I think you may truly have finally received the message, Harold, you are my
slave." Charlie said with a big smile, "You will find a few changes when we
get home."
We went back to the table were we all had another drink. I must say I was
feeling no pain by the time the party broke up and we said our good-byes to
Master Dieter and his slaves. The hardest part was saying goodbye to Josh.
But he assured me there would be many times when we would be able to get
together for a little fun,:
"particularly since Master Dieter likes the feel of your pussy wrapped around
his cock." he said with a giggle.
"What!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Ya, you should have seen his face when you were sandwiched between us, he
doesn't get that lost, euphoric look very often. But the real clincher was his
showing up in that suite at all. He must really have enjoyed himself in the
shower and wanted a repeat."
Oh great, I thought to myself, that's all I need, Master Dieter in love with my
fucking pussy. Shit how fucking lucky can one guy get?
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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