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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 38
A Formal Leather Dinner.
Master John joined Ed, Grant and I on the upper deck about ten minutes after
Steven and I had left him to, "water the dog". The dog being, Max, a dogslave
provided by Charlie for John's pleasure during this trip.
Will, a slave, dressed in standard slave garb, was on his knees next to the
stair way, a cold can of beer in his hand. As John reached the top of the
stairs, Will pulled the tab and held up the can, John took it without
acknowledging Will's presence.
He lifted the can to his lips and drained it in one long swallow. Will was
right behind him with another. It was obvious the slaves knew John and were
ready for his every move. John was still only half way between the stairs and
the chairs where we were sitting as he downed and finished that second beer.
But Will was right there with a third.
All three of us, Ed, Grant and I, stood up at John's approach.
John made his way over, the third beer in his left hand. He held out his right
and shook hands as he greeted the others.
"Good to see you again Ed, shit your starting to put on a bit of a gut there.
You need more time in the gym." he said to Ed with a chuckle.
"Ya ain't gettin' my goat that easy, John." Ed replied with a laugh.
"How's business at the Bank, Grant? he asked of the distinguished Grant.
"Same as always, the dough just keeps rolling in." Grant smiled.
While we waited for the ground crew to get the plane ready for flight, we made
small talk and I'll swear John drank a dozen beer.
Steven appeared at the door and announced that we would be departing in ten
minutes.
"Well that's my cue to go and water the dog." John said happily.
"You ain't going to win, John. Max is just too fucking good for you." Ed
teased.
"Don't be too sure of yourself. I think I am going to get him this time. I
figure this trip is going to last about ten days and that gives me lots of
time." John answered with a smirk.
Everyone laughed at that and John left.
I invited Ed and Grant to remain on the upper deck during take off but both
declined. It was just as good, I was looking forward to a little peace and
quiet this afternoon anyway. We would all be having dinner together and I
figured that might turn into a long drawn out ordeal.
It had been a very, very long day. While it was only 11 am Pacific time when we
picked up John, it was 7 pm back in London. We still had a three hour flight
to Houston, Texas. There, we would pick up another Leatherman, Master Walter,
who preferred to be called Walt.
The first dinner would take place once he was aboard and we had reached our
cruising altitude, some four hours from now. I decided to hit the sack and
get as much sleep as I could.
Steven woke me thirty minutes outside Houston. I had to dress in the same
leather outfit I wore to greet John. I was wishing I hadn't had the sleep, I
was feeling really tired now and was having trouble waking up. We would be
landing at 4 pm Houston time.
As the plane rolled down the taxi way I took up my usual position at the front
window and watched the progress. Again we went directly to a private hanger
with the company logo blazoned on the side.
As soon as the plane stopped I headed for the stairs. Steven was waiting at the
bottom and we both made our way to the exit. The stair truck was in position
and the door was open, I stepped out into a scorching one hundred degrees
Fahrenheit. It was like a wall pushing at me from all sides. I began to sweat
almost immediately.
Master Walter had not arrived yet. I waited a few minutes and there was still
no sign of his car. The temperature was unbearable so I said, fuck it, and
quickly climbed back up and into the air-conditioned plane.
"Close the bloody door Steven and keep that oven out there." I ordered.
Steven complied, quickly pulling the door closed. I went in a found a nice
comfortable armchair near a porthole so I could watch for Master Walter's
approach. Be damned if I was going to bake while I waited.
Fifteen minutes later a black limo pulled up to the circle of safety. Steven
opened the door again and I went back out into the oppressive heat.
Walt turned out to be almost as big as John and was dressed the same as I was.
However he did not have a scruffy beard. Instead he had large gold earrings
dangling from each ear lobe and black tribal's on the upper portions of each
bare arm. His eyes were a steel blue, much the same as Master Dieter's. They
seemed to pierce right through to your soul.
"Good to meet you Walt." I said holding out my right hand.
Walt took it in a very firm grip.
"Harold, I presume?" he asked in a very heavy baritone.
"The one and only." I replied.
"You really have been setting the organization a buzz. Hell I have never heard
this much about one man in a long, long time. In fact I think the last time the
organization got such a buzz on was when Charlie himself joined." he said,
standing there, in this oppressive heat chatting as if it were nothing.
"Charlie!" I questioned.
"I had assumed that Charlie started the Congress."
"Oh no, someone else did that. But Charlie was one of the driving forces that
made it grow into the world wild outfit we have now. Your in good company,
Harold, and I am glad to meet you. Now if you don't mind could we please get
into the plane, it is so fucking hot I am frying." he said.
"Certainly." I said, turning towards the plane with relief.
As soon as we were inside Steven pulled the door closed. Behind him,
completely naked and in the rest position,was a young slave. He couldn't have
been more than eighteen years old.
"This is Ned, Sir. He is hetro and pure vanilla. He has never so much as even
kissed anyone other than his mother, a complete virgin. His only training has
been the rest position and to keep his mouth shut unless spoken to." Steven
said handing Walt a heavy chain leash attached to a collar around the young mans
neck.
"Ah, Charlie always knows how to please. Thank you Steven." Walt said with a
big smile.
Steven then led the way to room 6 and opened the door. I had a quick peek in
and saw that it was laid out much the same as John's room. There was also a
cage near the bed, however this cage was a little bigger than the one that John
had put Max in.
Walt went right to the cage, opened the door and told the boy to get in. The
boy opened his mouth to protest but was stopped instantly by a big hand. The
sound of the slap echoed through the room and the kid almost fell over.
He let out a cry of pain and dispair, but managed to recover his balance.
"Never, ever speak unless I tell you to Shit head." Walt growled in a most
menacing tone. "Now get your fucking ass in the cage before I take my boots to
you."
The boy scrambled quickly into the cage. Walt slammed the door shut and applied
a padlock. He stood back up and turned towards us.
"I think this is going to be one great trip." he smiled.
"The formal dinner will be held in the dining room in exactly one hour, Walt.
We shall get to talk more then. I'll leave you now to enjoy your new toy." I
said, then turned and headed back to the upper deck.
I was not feeling overjoyed with myself. Young Ned had thought he was applying
for a job overseas. Instead he was given an injection which put him to sleep.
When he awoke, he found himself in bondage and was told he was now a slave.
The poor bugger had no idea of what was in store. Walt was going to rape the
shit out of the poor kid. He was hetro when he was snatched, but he would
never get to be with a female. His life from now on would be servicing males.
Less than thirty minutes after landing we were back in the air. Steven had
arrived to help me get ready for the dinner.
In honour of our two Leather Master's, the dress for everyone was to be black
leather. I would be wearing the same basic outfit I had worn to greet them
both, except Steven had brought me a fresh one. All the sweating I had done
during those few minutes outside had made a mess of the first outfit.
I had a quick shower and Steven got me dressed. Then he had a surprise for me.
I can't say that I was happy about it, but I had no choice what-so-ever.
"Master Charlie called and gave me a direct order before you arrived at the
plane this morning, Sir." Steven said hesitantly.
Right away my guard went up. I just knew Charlie would do something to spoil
this. Shit, that bastard.
"Ok, Steven, give me the bad news, what has he ordered?" I said resignedly.
"Well, Sir, I am to pierce your right ear. But don't worry, Sir, it doesn't
hurt very much." he added quickly. "Just a kind of pin prick."
"Pierce my right ear." I almost yelled.
"I don't want holes in my bloody ears."
"Master Charlie said you would say that, Sir. He told me I was to repeat this
to you exactly as he dictated it to me, "That's too bloody bad what you don't
like. Your getting your ear pierced and that is that." I am sorry, Sir, but I
can not disobey a direct order from Master Charlie." Steven said sadly.
"It's ok, Steven. I will obey. Where do you want to do it?" I asked with
resignation.
"I have everything set up in Arnold's office, Sir. It will only take a
moment."
I followed him into Arnold's office. He had a chair waiting in front of
Arnold's desk. On the desk was a contraption that looked like a ray gun from a
science fiction movie.
I sat down in the chair and Steven quickly wiped my ear lobe with a
disinfectant.
"This is all one operation, Sir. The gun will do the piercing and place a gold
ring in place. You will only feel a slight pin prick and it will be done."
Steven explained.
He placed the gun to my ear and I heard a little hiss and felt a slight pricking
sensation. He pulled the gun away.
"There it is done, Sir." he said smiling.
"Wow, I thought it would hurt." I said in true amazement.
Steven held up a mirror so I could see my new earring. I was surprised. It
was a bright shiny gold and actually looked good. I had never thought I would
ever have a pierced ear, now I wondered why I hadn't had it done sooner.
"There is one other thing, Sir." Steven said sheepishly.
"Oh, and what be that?" I asked, on guard again.
"You saw the tattoo's on Master Walter's Arm, I am going to place some on yours
as well." he said.
"They are not permanent are they?" I asked.
"Well that depends, Sir. They can be, however Master Charlie told me I could
remove them after the dinner if you don't like them. This is the same system
that was used to give you your Eagle." Steven said.
"Ok, go ahead." I said.
Steven wheeled over a cart and pulled out a band connected to the cart by wires.
He placed it around my upper arm, then pushed a button on the cart. There was
an audible hum and then quiet. He unfastened the band and I had a black tribal
on my arm. I looked in the mirror and again kind of liked it.
He quickly did the other arm then put all the equipment away.
"Well Sir, you could now pass for a leather Master anywhere." he said with
pride.
I was looking in the mirror and had to agree. I certainly did look like I
belonged in John and Walt's circle. Not only that, I suddenly felt I belonged
in their circle. It is hard to believe that a leather outfit, an earring and a
few tattoo's could make someone feel strong and invincible, but that is exactly
how I felt at that moment.
"How long before I have to go down there?" I asked.
"Steven looked at the clock on Arnold's desk. Best give it another ten
minutes, Sir. You are the Senior Master and should be the last to enter. You
will also want to make them wait a bit for you. That is one of the ways that
you exert your authority over them, Sir. Arnold is going to call up when they
are all seated." Steven informed me.
"Thanks Steven, can't tell you how good it makes me feel to be able to keep
them waiting." I smiled.
Steven said nothing, but he smiled back.
I went out onto the main deck and sat in one of the easy chairs. This could be
a fun dinner, but I sure hoped I would be able to stay awake through it. I was
so damned tired it was ridiculous.
I heard the phone buzz in Arnold's office. A moment later Steven appeared at
the door. In that few minutes I had been sitting out here, Steven had got
dressed in leather. He was wearing a heavy looking, spiked collar, a vest,
leather pants with no crotch but with a thong to cover his package. A leather
cap and high-top boots finished off his outfit.
"They are all seated, Sir, and awaiting your arrival." he announced.
"Shit you really look hot, Steven." I replied.
For the very first time, I saw Steven blush.
"Thank you, Sir." he answered selfconsciously.
I got up out of the chair and headed towards the stairs, Steven right behind me.
The dining room was the same one where I had hung from the ceiling. It was
located almost directly back of the private cabins. There were six slaves,
three on each side of the corridor standing with their legs spread and there
arms behind their backs. As we approached they came to attention, in more ways
then one.
They were dressed exactly like Steven, except they were not wearing a thong.
Their cocks were all standing straight up, like little soldiers as I approached.
Each man pulled that groin muscle, that allows your dick to bob when it is hard,
just as I passed. So each dick bobbed a salute. That was all my cock needed
to wake up. By the time I reached the door to the dining room, my fucking dick
was straining to get out of the thong.
When the door opened I could hear a scraping of chairs. All the Masters got to
their feet as I entered. I was really fucking impressed. I had never in my
whole life been shown this much respect. My feelings of power increased.
Behind each Master, in the rest position, was a slave. Terry and Rick were
behind grant and Ed. However two slaves I had never seen before took up
positions behind John and Walt.
I started to walk into the room and heard an angry growl which stopped me.
"Down Max." John ordered.
Then I saw that Max was under the table, just his head sticking out from under
the table cloth.
I continued into the room. There had been some big changes in this room since
the last time I had been here. First and foremost was the smell. The room had
the most wonderful aroma of rich leather.
Looking around it was easy to see why. The walls had been covered by dark brown
leather drapes. But they also had something else that shocked me at first, but
my new position of power over came that shock fast.
There were naked men hanging on the walls. They were each strapped into a
different erotic position. To top it off they all had hard-on's. As the diner
progressed I watched as another slave made his way around the room sucking each
cock to keep it hard.
My own cock was pounding against the thong now. I finally got to the table,
Steven was just ahead of me and pulled out my chair. I got in front and he
pushed my chair in as I sat down. The others then joined me.
Up above my head was the hooded face of a slave. He had been suspended above
the table much the same as I had been. The only difference was that he wore a
hood that had no eye or mouth openings. Just two small holes for his nose so
he could breath.
A leather sling was tied around his nuts and from this sling hung a large wine
decanter. The decanter was kept full throughout the meal. As glasses were
filled from the decanter a serving slave would come along and refill the
decanter.
The seating arrangement at the table had me at the head with John on my right
and Walt on my left. Next to John sat Grant and Ed sat next to Walt.
The usual pleasantries were exchanged and the first course, a shrimp cocktail
was served. Each of us was served by his own slave.
After serving me my cocktail, Steven bent forward and whispered in my ear.
"In a few moments you will feel something around your dick, Sir. Don't be
alarmed, it is a dog slave. If you need to get off he will get you off, if you
need to piss he will look after it. You are not permitted to leave the room
until the dinner is over. If you want your dick serviced just pull it out of
the thong, makes it easier for the dog."
Before I could say anything in response, he pulled away. At almost the same
moment I felt something around my crotch. I put my hand under the table and
felt a leather clad head with pointy ears.
My cock really was throbbing from all the excitement around me. I moved my
hand to my waist and released the thong. My cock was happy as a pig in shit.
It bounced right up. Just releasing the thong felt great, but even better were
the hot lips that took it's place.
Have you ever tried to eat and maintain an intelligent conversation while
someone is sucking your dick? It is not easy, even harder is trying to hide
what the fuck is going on. My four guests were most likely all experiencing
the same thing, however they had experience with this stuff and not a hint of
what was going on crossed their faces.
My glass of wine was almost finished and Steven picked it up and went to the
decanter. He filled it and returned it to the table in front of me. I picked
it up and took another sip, then popped another shrimp in my mouth. I was
determined not to let the pleasure I was feeling show on my face.
"You ain't succeeding, Harold." John suddenly said.
I was in the process of swallowing a masticated shrimp and almost choked.
"Pardon?" I asked stupidly.
"You ain't succeeding in hiding the pleasure you are getting from having your
cock sucked at the dinner table." John smiled.
This little embarrassment turned my face a bright shade of red, I know cause I
could feel it. But worse, it was all I need to take me over the edge and I
began to blow my load into the mouth of a guy I had never seen, dressed as a dog
and sucking my cock under the table.
"Ohhhhh." escaped involuntarily from my quivering lips.
The others all broke out into laughter.
"Don't worry about it Harold, the same thing happened to all of us the first
time we got a blow job at a formal dinner." Grant said.
I couldn't answer, I was still blowing great gobs of cum down the dog slaves
throat. When my nuts finally emptied I sat there imobile, trying to get my
breathing back to normal.
"By the end of this dinner you will be an old hand at it." Walt cut in.
Steven saved me any more discussion of my cumming by taking away my empty
cocktail dishes and replacing them with a bowl of soup. The conversation then
turned to more mundane things for a while.
By the time we had got to desert, Ed had found himself a fun pastime. He had a
riding crop and had taken to giving the poor bastard hanging over the table a
whack on the nuts every once in a while. Each time he did a small, muffled
grunt of pain would escape from the lad and he would pull and tug at his bonds.
But it did him no good, he just had to endure this abuse.
It was in the middle of the main course that the dogslave had taken my dick in
his mouth again. It didn't take him long to get me hard, but this time he made
it a very long, leisurely suck. He spent much time just licking my dick, nuts
and wherever his tongue would reach around my crotch area. It really felt good
and I wasn't so consumed with lust that I couldn't think straight.
By the time we got to desert I had grown accustomed to the feel of that tongue
and although my dick was throbbing I was nowhere near being ready to cum.
The dinner had taken an hour and a half so far, and the lad that was sucking the
cocks on the wall was still making the rounds.
A floor show had been planned and was to begin right after the coffee was
served. Steven had not given me any details of what the show would be, but I
was sure fucking and sucking would figure heavily.
Coffee was served and the decanter was unfastened from the leather sling tied to
the suspended slaves nuts. Then the device that held him up there began to
whir and he was moved to the far end of the table and lowered. Two slaves
appeared and released him from the harness and took him out of the room.
The empty sling was hoisted back up to the ceiling and out of the way. It was
time for the floor show. A slave I had never seen before appeared on a small
stage which had been set up directly in front of my position at the table.
"Sir's, my name is Slim and I will be your host for the next hour or so. For
your entertainment, Master Charlie has provided Derrick." he announced.
Two slaves appeared with a big, muscular lad between them. Derrick was bound
tightly and gagged. He was also naked and he had a fairly respectable package.
"Derrick had visions of fame and fortune in the world of professional football
and he might have made it if he hadn't of done something very naughty, which
drew him to Master Charlie's attention." Slim explained.
"Derrick doesn't like Gay men, simply because they are Gay. Charlie found out
that Derrick's favorite hobby was to wait outside Gay bars and snatch Gay men
smaller and less muscular than he. After binding them, he would take them to a
secluded wooded area, hang the unfortunate up by the heels and then spend a
couple of hours beating the shit out of him with his fists, boots and anything
else that came to hand."
"This has been going on for quite some time and the culprit was never tracked
down. But Derrick made a mistake, he got very, very bold and tried grabbing
someone who just happened to be smarter than him, was well trained in the
marshal arts and is a Master in good standing within the Congress."
"He was turned over to the Master's Congress and it wasn't very long before
Derrick was confessing to all the nasty things he had done. The Congress has
sentenced Derrick to a Bordello in Thailand, however he will be taught the fine
art of servicing a man on this flight. We will be dropping him off to his new
Master tomorrow."
"For your entertainment, Sir's, Master Charlie thought you might enjoy seeing
Derrick loose his cherries." Slim finished.
My four guests gave a loud round of applause and screamed out some obscenities.
After hearing what the prick had done I figured he deserved whatever happened to
him, so I applauded as well.
There was a large apparatus on the stage and the two slaves escorting Derrick
soon had him bound to it. His legs were spread and bound tight, forcing his
ass up in the air. His arms were bound and straps also went around his body,
making it impossible for him to move anything but his head.
Another slave brought out some leather strings and soon had Derrick's balls
wrapped tight. They were squeezed down to the end of his sack and were
turning a purplish color in just a few seconds. Next a small white rope, about
the diameter of a shoe lace was tied around his ball sack. The rope was long
and threaded down to the floor and looped under a spool. It then ran away from
the apparatus, about six feet, went through another spool and up to the ceiling,
around a spool and back to another spool just above Derrick.
While one slave had been threading the rope through all the spools, another was
busy fastening a leather band around Derrick's forehead. At the back this band
was a metal ring.
The rope was brought down from the ceiling and another spool had been attached
to the straps holding down Derrick's torso. The rope went around this spool
and then tied to the ring on his head band. Derrick's head was pushed as far
back as they could safely get it before the rope was tied off.
Whenever Derrick tried to relieve the pressure on his head from holding it back
so far, he would be pulling on his already sore nuts. This was not a position
I would ever want to be in. The reasoning for binding him up like this soon
became very apparent.
Next the gag was removed. Derrick immediately began to curse and threaten.
"Mother fuckin' faggot bastards, I'll kill the whole fuckin' lot of you when I
get out of this." he yelled.
For some reason that really pissed me off. Maybe it was all the wine I had
drunk over the course of the last couple of hours. Maybe it was just me
changing. Whatever it was I was really pissed at this bastard. I got up from
the table.
I had released my thong earlier and my dick was hanging limp, having just been
sucked off by my assigned dogslave. The room suddenly became very quiet. I
guess no one had expected me to rise.
I walked to the stage and stood in front of Derrick. Then I knelt down.
"A few short weeks ago, I would have felt sorry for you and gone out of my way
to help you. But not anymore. You deserve everything that is going to happen
to you, shit head, and one thing is for very sure, you ain't going to kill
anyone." I spit out and then stood up.
I took my dick in my hand and pissed in his face. He tried to duck his head to
avoid my piss but only succeeded in pulling hard on his balls, which made him
scream out in pain. When he opened his mouth to scream I pissed in it. I can
not believe how omnipotent I felt at that moment.
My four guest and all the slaves began to clap and shout encouragement.
Derrick's head was soaked and dripping with my piss. He was spluttering and
trying to get the taste out of his mouth.
"You may think my piss tastes bad, boy, but where you are going you are not only
going to drink gallons of piss, I would be willing to bet they will make you
eat shit as well. If I know Charlie, in a few moments a fucking huge cock is
going to be forced up your asspussy and you will be fucked like you never
dreamed possible. I hope they split your fucking ass wide open." I then
turned and walked back to my chair and sat down.
"Do it." I said out loud.
"Sir's," Slim announced with a big smile, "I would like to introduce Frank and
Eddy. These boys are more than adequately endowed and the perfect choices to
introduce Derrick to his new life."
Two six foot slaves walked out onto the stage. They were both completely
dressed in black leather like the other slaves. They both stood side by side
in front of Derrick so that when they removed their thongs he would get to see
the iron rods that would soon impale his body.
Eddy removed his thong first, a long, fat snake fell out. Eddy's flaccid cock
was at least eight inches long and over an inch in diameter. Fully erect it
would be a fearsome weapon.
Another slave came out and knelt in front of Eddy. He started licking that big
flaccid cock. While he worked, it was time for Franky to unveil his tool.
When Franky's thong pulled away a gasp went through everyone. Franky's flaccid
cock hung down below his knee. It had to be at least a foot or more long and it
was thick, at least an inch and a half. Would it be possible for anyone to
take that tool when it was fully erect? I didn't think so.
This time two slaves came out and knelt in front of Franky. They got on each
side and both began using their mouths on his huge cock.
Derrick had now seen both dicks and he was scared. I could see him begin to
shake. Franky also noticed and just couldn't help but taunt the exfootball
jock.
"Like to beat on defenseless Gay's, huh, prick. Well let's see how you like
having this up your ass and just so it won't feel jealous I am also going to
push it down your throat, right into your guts." he laughed.
"You put that fucking thing in my mouth and I'll bite the fucking thing off."
Derrick swore.
"Oh, I don't think so." Franky replied.
At the same moment two more slaves appeared. One walked up to the bound Derrick
and quickly pushed something into the big jocks mouth. I found out later it
was a metal frame thing that made it impossible for Derrick to close his mouth.
The second slave held a pair of pliers. He grabbed Derrick by the hair, placed
the pliers in his mouth and gave a twist and a yank. I couldn't believe it,
they were pulling out Derrick's teeth. That was the first and only time I felt
any sympathy for the jock, but it only lasted for a moment.
Another slave appeared at Derrick's back end. He had a can of grease and had
dunked his hand in. I knew what he was going to do. He started with one
finger, Derrick gave a visible start when he felt that finger jammed quickly up
his ass. But it was the least of his problems as the other lad was still
pulling teeth.
They only removed his incisors. The idea being to make it impossible for him to
do any real damage should he try to bite a cock being forced down his throat.
The lad that pulled out the teeth then did something else.
"What is he doing now?" I asked in a low voice.
"Applying stuff to stop the bleeding and prevent infection. Actually Derrick
should be glad that it was us that pulled his teeth, the Thai's would not do it
this gently and they wouldn't give a damn about bleeding or infection." John
answered.
By the time Derrick's teeth were pulled, Franky and Eddy had full hard-on's.
Eddy's dick was between ten and twelve inches long and almost two inches in
diameter. He wasted no time, just walked up to Derrick and unceremoniously
pushed his cock all the way down the jocks throat.
Derrick tried to twist and pull and get that big dick out of his throat, but had
no success what-so-ever. His bindings held him immovable. I could hear him
choking on that cock. He had not been given any time at all to get used to it.
Eddy held his dick down that gagging throat for what seemed an eternity.
Derrick's face was beginning to turn red from lack of oxygen. Eddy didn't give
a shit, he was not going to do anything to make this even slightly pleasant for
the big jock.
When the two lads pulled away from Franky's cock I stared unbelieving. It was
a monster. It had to be a foot and a half long and possibly three inches in
diameter. There was just no way he would be able to get that thing up
Derrick's ass without doing real damage.
The lad that was opening up Derrick's ass had his arm in all the way to the
elbow. He was fucking Derrick's ass with a slow but steady, all the way in all
the way out motion.
As Franky made his way towards Derrick's ass, the lad pulled his arm out and
another lad rushed up and cleaned all the grease from Derrick's rear end.
Franky placed his huge dick up against Derrick's asspussy and I saw right away
that it was as big as the other lads arm had been. No matter how you looked
at it this was going to be a very tight fit.
Franky began to shove his massive organ into Derrick's pussy. Bloody hell I
thought, this is going to take a hell of a lot of work on Franky's part to get
himself off.
I watch spell bound as that huge dick disappeared, inch by inch, into the bound
and now crying jock. Eddy must have been really enjoying Derrick's cries.
They had to be sending thrills up and down his dick.
I was willing to bet at this point that Derrick was ruing the day he had thrown
his first punch to a Gay man.
The rape of the big jock went on and on, neither of his protagonists was in a
big hurry. Derrick's body had begun to shake uncontrollably. Even though he
had been strapped down and couldn't move, we could see his nerves vibrating
along his skin.
Franky and Eddy were both starting to get close. They had both picked up the
pace of their humping. They were also both working together, both going in
and coming out at the same time. Derrick had not learned that he could breath
through his nose when Eddy's cock was down his throat, so each time Eddy pulled
out we could hear Derrick exhale and then take in a big gasp of air.
As the two slaves picked up the pace a new element was added. Another slave
appeared with a long quirt. Each time the boys pulled out, he would land a hard
whack across Derrick's ass. This really fucked up Derrick's breathing routine,
particularly since the slave would wait until Derrick had exhaled the air from
his lungs before letting the quirt land with full force on tender skin.
The effect was quite interesting. Just as he was about to take in a lung full
of air the quirt would hit and he would yell out his pain, but Eddy's big cock
was starting it's inward plunge. This only left Derrick with a fraction of a
second to grab some air before the big cock blocked his throat.
My cock had risen at about the same time that Franky had pushed his into
Derrick's ass. My dogslave had been busy ever since giving me a wonderful
blowjob. The other dogslave's were busy giving blowjobs to my guests as well.
Just about the time when I was ready to let loose, Eddy gave out a yell:
"Oh, fuck, take this, faggot basher. Suck down my dick snot, you mother
fucker."
He was pounding the shit out of Derrick's face. Derrick was not getting any
chances to breath and his face had turned a bright red again. The lad with the
quirt had moved up and was beating Derrick on the back, in time with the
thrusts, which now were frantic.
Franky began to unload just a second or so after Eddy. That was my cue as
well and my balls began to empty for the third time this evening, into the hot
mouth of the dogslave under the table.
Eddy was the first to finish and he finally pulled out enough to let Derrick get
some much needed air. He was gasping frantically as Franky continued to hump
wildly at his ass.
My own nuts emptied well before Franky finished. I was thinking that perhaps
he didn't get much really good fucking because of the size of his dick and
perhaps his balls were more overloaded then the rest of us. I just couldn't
imagine anyone voluntarily letting him jam that monster up their rear ends.
Even masturbating a cock that big could pose a problem.
When both of the boys were sated they came around front and bowed. We gave
them both a standing ovation and they departed.
Our serving slaves brought us all a drink. Steven knew that I like a rye and
coke once in a while so that is what he brought me. Each of the others was
also brought a drink, well except for John, he was brought a six pack of beer.
He had the whole six pack gone before the rest of us had taken more than a
couple of sips of our drinks. His slave brought him another six pack and took
away the empties.
While we waited for the next part of the entertainment, we talked about Derrick,
who just happened to still be bound to the apparatus in front of us. We could
hear him crying softly. I guessed that it had finally sunk in to his thick,
jock brain, that he was never going to escape from this hell he had brought upon
himself.
A couple of slaves came back in and went to one of the slaves hanging on the
wall. All the wall slaves had been kept hard, but not permitted to cum during
the whole evening so far, well over two hours.
They undid his bonds and helped him down to the floor. His cock, a good
healthy, six and a half inches of cut man meat stood straight out from his body.
He shook his legs to get the circulation going and raised his arms above his
head and did the same. Then he made his way to Derrick.
Without any ceremony he walked up and pushed his dick down the jocks throat.
He then set up a reasonable humping pace. I looked around the room at the
other slaves still hanging in place with big hard-on's. There were still five
of them hanging there and I had a feeling Derrick was going to either get to
taste each one or feel them up his ass.
I wasn't wrong, the two slaves that had let the first lad down went to the next
and lowered him. After he had shaken out the kinks he quickly made his way to
Derrick's ass. This lad must have wanted to empty his nuts real bad. He just
pushed in and humped madly. Less than two minutes later he let out a yell of
pure pleasure and we knew he was finally getting to empty his nuts.
As soon as he pulled out the next wall slave was there and took his place. The
one fucking Derrick's face gave a little yell of delight and began to empty his
nuts. As soon as he was finished and had pulled out another took his place.
This went on until all the wall slaves had had a turn. Then other slaves came
in, one at a time and had a go.
It was actually starting to get boring.
Grant was the first to ask for permission to leave.
It was all I could do to stay awake now myself so I gave permission. That was
all that was needed for the other's to say they were tired as well. Well not
quite all, Walt wanted to stay, but told us to go ahead. He wanted to watch
the bastard get fucked by every slave on the plane, then he was going to go and
take Ned's cherry.
Derrick still had a cock down his throat and one in his ass as we all left.
Steven was right behind me as I wearily climbed the stairs to the upper deck.
When we got to the bedroom, Steven helped me get out of the leather outfit.
"Did you enjoy the evening, Sir?" he asked.
"You know Steven, I would never have believe I would enjoy watching another man
get raped, but yes I did. That Sonofabitch deserves it. It was a great evening
and now all I want to do is sleep. Why don't you join me." I said yawing.
"Yes, Sir." Steven answered as he stripped off his own clothes.
We both climbed into the big bed. I leaned over and gave him a kiss.
"Good night Steven and again, thanks."
I don't remember a thing after that until Steven awoke me in the morning.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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