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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 39
Small, Inflight Orgy
I awoke with my arms around Steven. He was facing away from me and I was
snuggled into his back. My dick was hard and pushing between the cheeks of his
ass and by the feel of it, the head was touching his nuts.
"You awake, Steven." I whispered quietly, just in case he was still asleep.
"Yes, Sir." he replied.
"Will you stop with the fucking, yes Sir, no Sir, shit when we are alone." I
complained.
"Yes, Sir." he replied.
"I give up." I said with a giggle and grabbed his dick, which also was fully
erect.
I began to move my hips gently back and forth and wank his dick in time to my
movements. Oh, man it felt so good to wake up this way.
Although I had taken a real liking to Steven, I wished it was Pat, lying in his
place.
"Steven, I think I would like a protein appetizer before breakfast, how about
you?" I asked.
"I would love it, Harold." he replied.
I gave a little grin at the use of my name. The first time he had used it
during this flight.
"Let's do it." I said.
Steven pulled away and in a flash his head was down between my legs, while mine
was between his. My wanking of his dick had produced a small drop of precum
and I licked it off, savoring the taste of him.
The odor of male musk was strong. After all, we had gone through a whole
evening of sex last night and then gone straight to bed without showers. I
loved the smell and the taste of him. I licked his nuts, his sack, behind his
nuts, along his shaven pubs and then up and down the shaft of his dick.
Steven in turn was doing the same to me. He matched me, move for move and it
felt great. Every time a drop of precum appeared at his slit, my tongue was
there to lick it off. All this licking had really turned me on, I wanted that
cock in my mouth and throat and couldn't wait any longer.
I opened my lips and placed them over the throbbing head of his dick. I closed
my lips and pulled back, just like you would with a lollipop. I did this a few
times and Steven did the same to me. It felt fantastic. The moment had come
to impale my head on his beautiful, throbbing, shaft.
This time when I closed my lips around the head I pushed my head forward. I
suddenly wondered what it would be like to just force it straight down my
throat. I was thinking of how Eddy had taken Derrick last night.
Without a second thought I pushed forward hard and Steven's dick slid right down
my throat. As it passed the critical point in my throat I felt a momentary
need to gag, but that passed as quickly as it came.
Steven's dick was as far down my throat as I could get it. I held it down
there and tried vibrating my throat muscles to give him a thrill while I
luxuriated in the feel of him. Steven had not swallowed my dick yet and when I
started with the vibrations he let out a low moan of pleasure.
A moment later I felt my hot, throbbing dick sliding down his throat. Steven
began to use his tongue as he had done before when he sucked me. I used a
swirly motion with my tongue as well as some of the tricks I had learned from
Dicky.
We were both giving each other such fantastic feelings that it was impossible
for us to hold out for very long. Besides, we both had full bladders and I
always cum much faster when my bladder is full.
Steven's dick was all the way deep down in my throat when he shot his first
load. I could feel his juices travelling down his dick. It is amazing that
the nerve endings in the throat should be so sensitive.
As soon as he shot that first load I pulled back quick. I wanted the second
one in my mouth. I wanted to taste him, to feel his warmth. My timing was
perfect. His second shot erupted just as the head of his dick reached my lips.
My tongue wrapped itself quickly around the head of his dick and I gave a quick
swallow. Then I pushed forward and his cock was on it's way back down my throat
to deliver another load directly to my stomach.
Steven had begun to unload just a split second ahead of me. But now we were
shooting in total unison and we both ended up being sated at the same moment.
I licked up all the after cum from his slit and any that remained stuck to the
shaft. When I was sure he would not be dribbling anymore of his precious
juices, I pulled away. His dick was deflating as was mine.
I twisted around and went to join him at the bottom of the bed. Our mouths
opened and we kissed. A deep, hungry kiss.
"I guess we better go get showered, the new day awaits." I said casually.
We climbed off the bed and headed for Charlie's private shower. I liked my
showers as hot as I could stand and it turned out that Steven did as well. We
both climbed under the hot water and then soaped each other down.
After rinsing good we climbed out and dried each other. It was then into the
bedroom and I got dressed. Steven was going to have to go back to work so he
remained naked.
"Why don't you join me for breakfast, Steven. We still have a couple of hours
before we land in Thailand." I invited.
"I really should get to work, Harold, there is so much to do, but I am really
taking a liking to being pampered." he laughed.
"Good. Call down and get them to bring it up." I instructed.
After breakfast Steven joined Arnold in the office. They had all kinds of
logistical stuff to worry about, we still had six more Master's to pick up. The
next Master was Hank. We would land at Bangkok airport, Thailand at eight AM
local time to pick him up and drop off Derrick. Hank was Derrick's new Master.
I had expected Master Hank to be oriental but he turned out to be an American of
German decent. He was tall, muscular and blond with the most gorgeous, pale
blue eyes. He was every man's dream, a walking, talking, Adonis.
He wore a light, cotton, multicolored shirt, tan shorts, white socks and tan
loafers. He had a NY Yankees cap on his head covering his long, golden blond
hair.
Steven had advised me to wear a stiff, leather thong instead of underwear,
beneath my shorts. Now I knew why, my fucking cock had stiffened up just
looking at this gorgeous hunk.
"I am very pleased to meet you, Hank." I almost stammered as he sauntered up to
me.
As we shook hands he said:
"I am pleased to meet you as well, Harold. I have heard only good things about
you and am sure we shall have some fun times before we reach England." he said
with a smile.
We started for the aircraft and climbed up the stairs. As per usual, Steven
was waiting just inside the door with a slave for Hank.
Hank's slave turned out to be, Slim, the announcer from last nights dinner. He
was dressed in standard slave garb and was in the rest position. Steven made
the introductions then led us down the corridor to room five.
Hank looked in, stated that he was satisfied then asked about Derrick.
"He is in the back, Sir. We have not closed the crate because we figured you
would want to see him before we send him to your training center, Sir." Steven
replied.
"Thank you, Steven. Yes I would like to see the Sonofabitch." Hank stated.
We all started back down the hall towards the rear of the aircraft. Slim closed
the room door and fell in behind me.
A large crate, much the same as those used to ship coffins was laid out on a
trestle. Derrick was already in the crate, bound and tightly secured. He
looked rather pale and ill. Normally I would have felt a great deal of
sympathy for someone in his position, but not this time.
"Please, don't do this." he begged in a whisper.
"Well It looks pretty good. I should be able to make a ton of money from It.
The Thai's and other Oriental's love to use a Caucasian, particularly a big
strong one like this thing." Hank said, as if talking about an inanimate object.
"My people are going to break your spirit, boy." he said to Derrick. "They are
going to turn you into the best male whore in Thailand. Shit, they will come
from all over the east to get a piece of you, boy. You will be so full of cum,
you will slosh when you walk, if you ever get up off of the bed that is." he
said and laughed at his own joke.
Tears formed in Derrick's eyes and he tried again:
"Please don't do this. I will never hurt anyone again. I swear, but please
don't do this." the tears were flowing freely down the big jocks cheeks.
Hank just laughed.
"Too late, boy. Much too late. Ok, Steven close him up and ship him off."
Hank ordered as he turned to leave.
Steven turned to the slave's that had been preparing Derrick for transport, and
whispered something. One of them came forward and rammed a cock gag into
Derrick's mouth. He tired to fight it but it was no use. The gag was secured
and the top of the box was just being fitted as I left the room. I stopped for
just a moment, turned, and took one last look, as the lid was moved into place.
I felt a small tear form in the corner of my left eye. I shook it off and left
the room, Slim closed the door and followed behind me.
"We will take off as soon as Derrick is off loaded." I informed Hank.
"If you would like to come up to the upper deck for take off, Steven has cold
drinks set out for us. You are most welcome to bring Slim along if you wish."
I offered.
"Yes, thank you Harold, I think I will. Come along Slim, might as well climb up
the to rare heights." he joked.
We all gave a giggle at that. I think I am going to like Hank. For such a
gorgeous hunk, he sure seemed down to earth.
An invitation had also been extended to the other Master's. They were all
already on the upper deck when we arrived. They had all also brought their
slaves, including Walt.
Ned was naked, kneeling beside Walt's chair. Walt had a hand around the boys
shoulder and was massaging lightly. From the look in his eyes I felt that Walt
was feeling some affection for Ned. Ned, however was not a happy camper. Tears
were slowly falling down the boys cheeks. I felt real empathy for him, I knew
exactly how he felt, I had gone through the same ordeal.
Max, true to form, growled as we all entered. John told him to hush and he sat
back on his haunches and quietly, but with suspicion, watched us all enter. Max
was very, very well trained. He had the moves of the dog he aspired to be,
down pat. As he watched us, his tongue hung out of his mouth and he panted.
John put his hand in his pocket and pulled something out. He moved his hand
over to Max and placed the item in Max's mouth. Max chewed happily.
"Lay down and stay, Max." John ordered.
Max lay down beside the chair where John had been sitting. He placed his head
on his hands and watched us all closely.
Hank went around greeting the other Master's like a long, lost brother. They
chatted and told jokes and just generally enjoyed being together again. I also
got in on the conversations and it was a pleasant way to pass the time until
take off.
"Would everyone please take a seat and fasten the seat belts." Steven announced.
He then went through the whole airline safety take off safety spiel. The weird
thing was it did not apply to the slaves. They all continued to kneel beside
their Master's. Max never moved a muscle. He had been told to lye down and
not move and he wouldn't until given permission.
Conversation lapsed during take off, but once the aircraft was well into the
air, it continued from where we had left off.
"Walt," John asked, "have you opened Ned's backdoor yet?"
"Yeah, last night. He didn't much like it at first but soon got into it. He
even blew his load the second time around." Walt laughed.
"Well, Max here needs to get off and I wonder if you would mind letting him have
a go with Ned. He will take it easy I assure you." John explained.
"Yeah, I think that would be ok, in fact I think it is just what the boy needs.
The more fucking he gets the quicker he is going to learn to love it." Walt
replied.
"Did you want to take him down to your cabin?" Walt asked.
"Shit no! I thought it would provide us all with a little entertainment to
pass the time." John replied.
"Sounds good to me." Walt answered.
"On your hands and knees, Ned." Walt ordered.
Ned instantly dropped to his hands and knees. Walt stood up, holding a leash
fastened to Ned's collar. He walked out to an open area right under the front
windows.
"Uncle Walt has a bitch for you Max. Go see Uncle Walt boy." John sudden said
to Max.
At the sound of his name Max got up on all fours. At John's command to go to
Walt he took off. As he approached Ned, he began to sniff. He went first to
Ned's face and licked it. Ned made no move to pull away. Max then licked Ned
across the lips but Ned did not respond. Max began sniffing Ned and headed
towards his back end. He sniffed it up and down and then down around Ned's
nuts.
I watched fascinated as Max's tongue shot out and gave a tentative lick of Ned's
nuts. He then licked around Ned's pussy. He then got right into it, burying
his face in Ned's ass.
Ned at first was aghast. You could see the fear, the humiliation and the
disgust on his face all at the same time. Max couldn't have cared less. John
had told him he had a bitch and that was all he cared about.
Max's tongue was really working Ned's pussy now. As he licked we watched his
dick begin to rise. Max had a very respectable piece of meat, six and a half
inches of cut bone. Like a dogs dick, Max's lifted up when hard and was
pressed hard against his abs. His large nuts hung down in their sack, swaying
slightly.
Ned may not have liked the idea of being fucked by a dogslave, but he sure as
hell was starting to like having his ass licked. His dick had risen and was
throbbing in time to the beat of his heart. As well, his breathing had begun
to get shallow and he was almost panting.
Max figured he had given Ned enough foreplay and climbed up on his back. He
shimmied his way forward which caused his cock to bounced up and down. When he
was close enough he had to start feeling around with his dick, trying to find
the entrance to Ned's love canal.
I guessed that Max was well versed in art of dog fucking, it didn't take him
long to get his knob to the entrance of Ned's pussy. Max was being a
considerate dog, his knob was dripping precum and he rubbed a it up and down
Ned's rose bud to give even more lubrication.
He then gently forced the hot, purple head of his dick into Ned's hole. Max
worked it back a forth a bit then shoved in a little more cock. Max worked
slowly and carefully, trying to ensure that Ned enjoyed this as much as he did.
It didn't take long before Max had his dick all the way home. He rested for a
moment and then began a slow, gentle all the way in all the way out hump of
Ned's pussy. Max found Ned's prostate and made sure that on each inward stroke
the head of his dick brushed against it.
The stimulation of his prostate soon had Ned trying to increase the great
sensations he was feeling. He had started pushing his ass back to meet Max's
forward thrusts. Long strings of silver precum dribbled down from Ned's now
wildly throbbing dick. A large wet spot had appeared on the carpet right below
his dick.
Hank noticed Slim licking his lips.
"Slim, why don't you go and slurp up some of that wonder juice dripping from
Ned's dick." Hank more or less ordered Slim.
Slim for his part didn't have to be told twice. He was over, on his back and
sliding under Ned's belly in a flash. At the first touch of Slim's lips on his
throbbing man meat, Ned gave out a little moan of pleasure.
"Won't be long before we have the boy completely turned." Walt said smiling.
Watching all this action had caused my own dick to rise. However I was still
wearing that stiff fucking thong. I was very, very uncomfortable. I looked
around to Steven and let him know with my eyes that I was having a problem.
He knew instantly what was wrong and quickly came around and kneeled on the
floor in front of me. He unfastened my shorts and then released the thong,
pulling it out and pushing it down into the side of the chair.
My cock bounced up the moment the thong was released. It stood proud and
strong swaying a bit and dribbling precum. Steven bent over and took the head
in his mouth. I let out a little sigh of pleasure.
Steven's action was a cue for Terry and Rick, within a few moments they were
kneeling in front of Grant and Ed, respectively.
Walt let go of Ned's leash and went back to his seat and sat down. Three
slaves appeared as if by magic and took up positions between the legs of Walt,
John and Hank.
Then Arnold appeared. He was buck naked and his dick was standing straight up.
He walked over and knelt down in front of Ned. He shimmied in close, until his
dick was only a fraction of an inch away from Ned's mouth. I thought Arnold
was going to have to force his meat into Ned's mouth, but Ned surprised me, and
probably Arnold as well.
Ned stuck out his tongue and licked the head of Arnold's dick. Arnold moved in
a little closer and soon Ned had Arnold's hot, rod, down his throat and was
fucking his own face like there was no tomorrow.
Whatever Walt had done in the privacy of his cabin, he had turned Ned overnight.
I didn't think Ned would ever think about or long for, female pussy again. He
was now a cock lover. Maybe there was something good about this slavery stuff
after all.
Max was still humping away at an even, gentle pace. Taking his time and
enjoying himself. I also suspected he didn't want to hump too fast, or too
hard. It was probably very warm inside that leather outfit he was wearing.
Steven was doing his best to drive me completely crazy. He was trying all
kinds of new moves on me. I was fidgeting around in the chair as though I had
ants in my pants.
I grabbed a quick look over towards Hank, hoping to see what he had. But the
slave that was doing him was doing it with his ass. He was sitting on Hank's
lap making some great moves. Hank had his arms around the lad and was twisting
and tweaking the lads nipples.
Seeing that made my heart pound even harder than it had been and my cock gave a
jump. Steven noticed and looked up. I managed to get my eyes back just in
time to see Steven turn to look at what I had be looking at. He turned back to
me and pulled off my dick.
"Want some of that, Sir?" he whispered just loud enough for me to hear.
I gave a positive shake of my head. He smiled, stood up and turned around.
He backed up and made his way back to my lap. I grabbed my bouncing dick at
the root and held it still so Steven could get his pussy centered on it.
My dick was well lubricated from being in his mouth and it slid into his hole
with no problem at all. Steven sat himself down on my lap and began to
maneuver his ass around to give me the most exquisite sensations.
I placed my arms around his chest and began to tweak his nipples. At the same
time I rubbed my own, hard nipples against his warm, smooth back. The feelings
were altogether unreal. It had been a while since I had experienced something
so wonderful.
Max had picked up his pace and Ned was now squealing his pleasure out loud, but
the sounds came out muffled because of Arnold's cock filling his throat.
Sounds of slurping and moans of pleasure were coming at me from all around the
cabin. The room was alive with one great orgy of lust. Oh what a life, I
thought. And to think, if it hadn't been for that fateful meeting with
Charlie, I would be back in Toronto, alone in my small room, wanking, my only
means of sexual relief.
"Ooooowwwww. Ooooowwww." Max suddenly sung out in great doggie fashion.
He was unloading his hot, slave doggie sperm into the love canal of Ned the
hetro slave. Each frantic thrust connecting with Ned's prostate and sending
thrills throughout the lad.
Slim, on his back, head under and between Ned's legs was sucking for all he was
worth. His own six inch, uncut cock standing up and bouncing all over. Max's
sudden release triggered Ned's and he began to fill Slim's mouth with his dick
snot.
Ned was totally inexperienced with sucking cock so Arnold had not begun to cum
yet. I had to give Ned credit though, he was trying very hard.
Max was still howling his pleasure and that did something to me and I started to
unload my own cum filled nuts into the ass of the wildly bucking Steven.
"Ahmmmmmmmmm." I moaned.
Then I heard much the same from Hank. In just a matter of moments the cabin
was filled with the sound of everyone moaning their pleasure as they unloaded
into the mouth of a cocksucker. These sounds only seemed to heighten my own
lust and made me shoot even harder.
The moans of pleasure soon faded to heavy breathing as everyone was sated.
Arnold however was still not ready to shoot. He pulled out of Ned's mouth and
lay down on his back. He then began to instruct Ned on what to do to really
turn him on.
Slim had pulled out from under Ned and Max had climbed off, however in true
doggie fashion he was licking up all of his own cum and whatever else was
seeping out of Ned's stretched hole.
Ned for his part was following Arnold's instructions and Arnold was finally
starting to breath hard. I watched in fascination as Ned sucked Arnold's dick
while Max continued to lick his asshole. The scene was really fucking erotic
and my dick which had begun to deflate, sprang back to life.
"Max." John called out. "Here boy."
Max pulled his head away from Ned's love hole, turned and headed back to John.
"Going to get you this time dog." John said with a smile. "All these guys are
going to need to pass water soon and guess where it is going?"
"Grrrrough." Max answered.
I interpreted that to mean, "Prick". You can interpret it any way you like.
"You can start with me. Sit pretty." John ordered getting up out of his chair.
Max sat back and lifted his front paws up and held them at chest level. John
walked up to him, opened his fly and pulled out his dick.
Max curled his tongue into a trough and John placed the head of his dick onto
it. The leather outfit Max was wearing was too thick to show his swallowing
action but we all could hear him.
It took almost five minutes for John to empty his bladder. Max then licked the
end good to get every last drop. John tucked his dick back into his pants and
pulled up the zipper.
"Ok, anyone else that needs to empty their bladder step right up. Max is
ready." John offered.
Hank stood up.
"I think I am going to take you up on your offer. You been trying to get this
Sonofabitch for a couple of years now. I think its time we got this over with."
He walked over to Max. Max stuck out his tongue and curled it. Hank pulled
out his meat and rested the head on Max's tongue. Then the swallowing noise
could be heard again.
Ed and Grant also decided to get in on the game and when they were finished they
ordered their slaves to empty out as well. Only Steven, Arnold, Ned and I did
not get involved. I just could not bring myself to do it. I had pissed in
Derrick's mouth last night, but I was pissed off at the guy and I didn't make
him drink it.
Ned was still sucking away on Arnold's cock. Arnold was finally getting close,
his hips were rising to meet the downward thrusts of Ned's head and he was
moaning.
Max was finishing his sixth bladder, Terry's. Where the hell was he putting it
all, I wondered. Steven had told me that Max had been trained to hold a lot of
liquid, but this seemed ridiculous. It was still morning, surely Max would be
begging for John to let him empty his bladder well before midnight. I had
found out that was the time that John permitted Max to empty his bladder. If
Max could hold out till then, he would win again.
I was rooting for Max, letting everyone else in on it was taking unfair
advantage. Then I had a brilliant idea, one that I was sure would get me into
shit. So far the flight had been without any problems, so why the fuck was I
suddenly ready to make waves? I don't know, but I did it anyway.
"John." I said. "It would seem to me that you can not possibly win today."
He turned and looked at me as if I had hit him over the head with a 2 x 4.
"And, why not?" he challenged.
"Well, it seems to me that this was supposed to be a contest between you and
Max. The challenge being, could you fill your bladder often enough during the
day, to fill Max's bladder to the point, where he had to beg you to let him have
relief. Is that not true?" I asked.
"Well, yes, I guess it is." he answered doubtfully.
He was quickly beginning to see where I was going with this and he didn't like
it one bit.
"Well if everyone else is filling Max up it hardly is a contest between the two
of you anymore. Now I could be wrong but that is how it looks to me." I
explained.
John immediately looked crest fallen.
"Harold has a good point there, John." Grant piped in.
"Fuck and I thought I was going to get him today. Ok, contest is off for the
rest of the day. It will begin again after midnight tonight." he said
dejectedly.
"Sorry, John. I didn't want to be the bearer of bad news, but it is better to
find out now then later." I lied as I tried to console him.
Inside I was tickled pink that I had deflated his balloon.
"Thanks Harold. Your right of course. If I had won tonight and then we found
out it wasn't a fair win it would have been very embarrassing." he replied.
"Steven, I think everyone could use a cold drink." I said quietly.
"Yes, Sir." Steven replied, scurrying off to make it happen.
Ned was still sucking away on Arnold's dick. Arnold was really humping his ass
up and down now and making wheezing noises interspersed with little moans of
pleasure. Max made his way back to Ned's ass and was licking it again.
Another crazy thought entered my head and I thought it would be worth a laugh to
speak it out loud.
"John, there are no trees on board, where do you take Max to piss?"
"I guess you have never seen it, Harold. It is really quite ingenious, Charlie
invented the method. Would you like to see it?" he asked.
"Yes, I would." I answered.
"Grant, Ed, may I borrow Terry and Rick to help with the equipment?" John asked.
They both agreed and John left with the two slaves following close behind. They
returned a few moments later. John was carrying what looked like a fire
hydrant and the two slaves each had hold of what looked like a rolled up carpet.
Terry and Rick rolled out the carpet, which turned out to be a rubber mat with
one inch sides. The fire hydrant was placed in the center of the mat. It
must have had suction cups or something because John pushed down a little handle
and then tried to lift the hydrant. It was secured to the mat.
He then removed the cap from the port on the front of the hydrant. On a real
fire hydrant a hose would connect up to the port. When the cap was removed
there was just a hole.
"This is where Max pisses when we are in the air." John explained. "We make a
game of this as well. Max must try to get all of his piss into the hydrant.
If he starts to dribble outside the hydrant, I start a stop watch and keep it
going until he gets his piss where he is supposed to."
"For each ten seconds that he amasses on the stop watch, he gets one swat with
my leather belt, across his bare ass. Max very seldom misses."
"Max time for a walk, boy." John called out.
Max pulled his nose away from Ned's ass and looked up. He then scampered, if
you could call it scampering, over to John.
John fastened the leash to his collar and then started walking around the cabin.
Max took up a position on John's right and slightly back.
John walked him around the cabin a couple of times, avoiding the mat that had
been laid out and demonstrating how obedient Max was. He had him heel, point,
trot, walk graceful, trail and role over.
The third time round the room, John walked onto the mat, passed the hydrant and
stopped. Mat sniffed all around the hydrant, front, back, top and bottom, I
mean he really sniffed that fucking hydrant. He even stuck out his tongue and
licked the damned thing a couple of times.
Then he got himself into position and lifted his left leg. He got his cock up
close to the hole in the hydrant and a moment later we could hear the piss
flowing into the hydrant.
John stood patiently beside him, a stop watch in his hand, watching closely for
any sign of dribbling outside the hole. Max did not miss and he did not dribble
a single drop.
The sound of the piss flow eased and we knew he was finished. John pulled a
rag from his pocket and leaned over. Max still had his leg up and the final
dribbles of piss were entering the hydrant.
When he was sure Max was finished, John wiped Max's dick and Max lowered his leg
and the walk continued as far as John's chair.
The room gave the two of them a polite applause. I had to admit it was quite a
show. They worked together perfectly as a team.
John sat down and one of the slaves handed him a beer. He said something
inaudible to the slave. The slave left the cabin and was gone for only a few
minutes. When he returned he was carrying a dog bowl. He went to the drinks
counter and pulled out two cans of beer. He opened the cans and poured the
contents into the dog bowl, then headed towards John.
The slave placed the dog bowl, containing the beer, in front of Max.
"There ya go Max, a treat." John said. "You have been a good dog today."
He rubbed Max's leather clad head then sat back and watched as Max noisily
lapped up the beer.
For the next hour or so we all just drank and chatted. Our next stop was in
Sidney, Australia to pick up Master Ron, a Magistrate of the Australian
Congress. Steven informed me that we would also get to see Rolly as well. He
was going to be delivering a few outfits to our hotel.
Steven wouldn't elaborate about the outfits, which right away made it obvious
the outfits were meant for me. I could only hope that Charlie would wait until
we were back at home before he played anymore of his silly games.
Lunch had been laid out buffet style, in the dinning room on the lower level. A
table had been set and the Master's sat there to eat while all the slaves,
except Max, sat in a small group on the floor, away from the table.
Max lay on the floor beside John. John had a bowl of dog biscuits and every
once in a while passed one down to Max. Obviously that was going to be the
extent of Max's lunch.
After lunch Steven announced that we would have a Cribbage tournament. Card
tables had been set up on the upper deck. Each Master and his slave would form
a team, except for John and Max. Max, being a dog, could not play cards. John
was given a choice of any of the other Steward's on the plane.
He chose Roger, apparently he had played Cribbage with Roger before, because he
did not hesitate even for a second when Steven asked whom he would like for a
partner.
Charlie had offered a very good prize for the winners of the tournament. An all
expenses paid evening on the town, in London. We all adjourned from the
dinning room to the upper deck.
There were six teams which worked out great. Three tables had been set up,
with two teams sitting at each table.
The set up was quite simple, each team would play each other team for the best
out of three. The winners of each of those rounds would play each other
narrowing it down to just two teams playing for the grand prize.
Steven and I drew Walt and Ned for the first round. It turned out that Ned was
not much of a card player and only played Crib a few times. Steven and I
skunked them twice in a row. Because the other teams had not yet finished we
went ahead and played the third game just for the hell of it. They did much
better this time, we only beat them by one point.
For the second round we drew Grant and Terry. They won the first game, we won
the second and they won the third.
At the end of the first round Grant and Terry, John and Roger and Steven and I
were the winners and would go on to the second round. The luck of the draw put
Steven and I up against Grant and Terry for this round.
Grant and Terry won the first hand, Steven and I won the second and third.
John and Roger replaced Steven and I at the table. This round would decide
which two teams would play for the grand prize.
John and Roger won the first hand, Grant and Terry the second. John and Roger
came back and won the third.
Grant and Terry got up and Steven and I took their places. It was down to the
wire, The winners of the next three games would get a night on the town in
London, England. Wouldn't it be something if the winners turned out to be two
fucking slaves, I thought humorously to myself.
"What are you smiling about, Harold?" John asked.
"Oh nothing much, John. Guess I find it amusing that I am still in the game,
never was much good at Cribbage." I replied.
"Well from your performance today it looks like your game has improved
substantially." he said with a smile.
The first hand of the first game started off really great for Steven and I. I
had the crib and 24 in my hand. Steven had 18 and there was a further 24 in the
crib. John had 4 and Roger 2.
The second hand was also good, I had 12 and Steven 14. John had 2 and Roger got
a big zero and he had the bloody crib. We ended up trouncing them, they were
still 30 points on the wrong side of the skunk line when Steven pegged home.
The second hand was neck and neck all the way around. We were all within 15
points of the finish. Steven dealt the cards which meant we had the Crib, but
also the last count, which could go against us this close to the finish.
Ned had first count, he came up with 10. It was then my turn and I had 8.
John tallied up next and he had a fourteen hand, one peg short of a win. It
was now up to Steven. Did he have enough to bring this game to a close and
hand us a win or would we have to deal out another hand?
Steven's hand count was twelve. then he picked up the crib. At first a look of
disappointment crossed his face and then suddenly it brightened right up. The
face up card was the 3 of hearts. Steven counted out loud:
"Two for Jacks and one for the match."
One of his Jacks was the Jack of hearts. Three points placed his peg in the
winners hole. We had won, I couldn't believe it, we had actually won.
We both jumped up and ran to each other. The other's all closed in and
congratulated us. Oh fuck was this going to be great, Steven and I out for a
night on the town in London. Wow.
The Cribbage tournament had used up a considerable amount of time. We were
only an hour out of Sidney. We would be spending the night on the ground.
Arrangements had been made for us at the Master's special hotel, the one we had
stayed in when we were here just a few days ago.
Master Fulton and Master Ron met us as we got off the plane. Three limos were
waiting to whisk us off to the hotel. Master Fulton treated me like Royalty,
not the slave that I actually was. This really was something.
Charlie, ever mindful of image when travelling had arranged for the entire
penthouse floor of the hotel. It was one huge suite with 12 large bed rooms.
Each bedroom was complete with it's own private toilet, showers and hot tub.
As Charlie's Ambassador I was given the Master bedroom. It was a corner room
with large windows on two sides. Giving a fantastic view of Sidney. The bed
was at least 20 feet wide and 15 feet long. The head was against an inside
wall so the resident would have a great view Sidney right from the bed.
Each of the Master's brought their slaves with them. If the Master's wanted,
the slaves could spend the night with them or they could go into a room set
aside for the slaves.
Because Max, being a dog was limited in what he could participate in, John asked
if Roger could be his partner for the evening. I readily agreed.
It really was a sight to see the two of them get out of the limo, both dressed
in black leather. They were holding hands and John also held the leash as Max
crawled awkwardly out of the limo and trotted along on hands and knees behind
them. What a great looking, domestic threesome they made. The only thing
missing to make the scene complete, was a kid.
Master Fulton, whose name was Keith, invited us all to his place for dinner. I
gratefully accepted on behalf of the entire group. Charlie had already advised
that an invitation would be extended.
Ron was staying with us in the suite. He had flown in earlier in the day from
his Home in Melbourne. Citing, important Congress business that had to be
attended to, Keith and Ron left. Dinner would be in three hours and we would
meet them again at Keith's place.
After being cooped up in the aircraft for so long I wanted to get out and walk.
The other Master's agreed it would be a great idea. Sidney had a Gay/Lesbian
community, much like London's, filled with shops and Bistro's.
We changed into clothes appropriate to the warm climate. Light, cotton, "T's",
shorts and running shoes. We had also been advised to wear a cap, and found
plenty to choose from in the wardrobes.
John even had Max change. It was the first time I had every seen Max. He
was a very good looking young man. Why he would have chosen to be a dogslave
was beyond me.
Although in regular clothes and walking on two feet, Max did not give up his dog
persona. He still barked and whined when he wanted something or when answering
questions directed to him. He still wore his dog collar and John kept him on
the leash.
The limos dropped us all off on a side street. We all piled out and John led
the way to the main street, Roger holding his hand and Max, on his leash,
following close behind.
I grasped Steven's hand and we followed John. Arnold followed along behind
Steven and I, for just a moment I had the idea that perhaps Arnold should be on
a leash. But the thought faded as quickly as it came.
The street was abuzz with men and women, the only thing that set the street
apart from any other street was that the men were paired up with men and the
women with women.
It was an exciting street, with a gay festive mood about it. Colorful banners
proclaiming some up-coming event waved from the lamp posts. The hum of people
and music filled the air.
Steven and I walked along, holding hands, stopping to look in the windows of all
the stores. Arnold continuing to tag along close behind.
The stores had Merchandise from all over the world, related to Gays and
Lesbians, laid out attractively, waiting for a buyer. Exquisite clothing,
beautiful jewelry, furnishings and knick knacks.
I was admiring a gold wrist chain and thinking how nice it would be if I had
some cash. I would buy that chain as a gift for Steven, a momento of our
around the world flight. Steven must have seen something in my eyes for he
asked:
"Do you see something you like, Harold. You can purchase anything that catches
your fancy. Arnold will look after payment." Steven explained.
"Charlie might get pissed if I go around spending money without his ok." I
replied.
"Not likely, Harold. You would have to spend one hell of a lot of money before
Charlie would even notice. Besides, Charlie has given Arnold and I instructions
to let you have whatever you want." he said with a smile.
"Interesting." I replied.
"What do you think of that gold chain?" I asked him, pointing to the one I was
interested in.
"It is beautiful, Harold. It would look great on your wrist." He answered.
"Mmmm I think I would like it. Let's go get it." I said quickly.
It turned out to be very expensive, but the hell with expense, I thought,
Steven is worth it. After retrieving the item from the window, the clerk
asked if I would like it gift wrapped.
"Yes, I think so." I replied. "However, I would like it wrapped on the inside
rather than the outside."
The clerk looked at me as though I had lost my mind. I reached out and took it
from his hand.
"Steven give me your right wrist please." I said.
Without thinking at all, Steven lifted his wrist and I snapped the chain on.
Then asked him to hold it out so we could all see.
"There I think I like it much better gift wrapped."
I then leaned forward and gave Steven a quick kiss to the lips.
"Thank you for everything you have done for me on this trip Steven. I really
do appreciate it." I said sincerely.
Steven turned a little pink and started to sputter a surprised thank you. I
placed a finger to his lips:
"No need to thank me, I just wish I could do more. Now let's go and see if we
can find gifts for Pat and Charlie. Hell, if he has given me the ok to spend
then I sure as hell am going to." I said happily.
The remainder of our afternoon was a real fun time. We even stopped and had,
cafe au lait, at one of the outdoor bistro's. Once he loosens up, Steven is
one hell of a lot of fun to be with.
Back at the hotel, Steven and I jumped into the shower, preparatory to getting
dressed for this evenings dinner at Senior Master Fulton's. We had, had so
much fun in town that it naturally boiled over into the shower and that led to
us both getting hard and .........well that led to, mmmmmmmm delicious.
After the shower, while drying, I got a jolt of pain while drying my head. My
right ear was burning from the piercing he had given me the day before. Steven
took a look and asked if I had been applying the ointment regularly and I said
yes. It was his considered opinion that I had a bit of an infection.
Back in the bed room he called down to the desk and talked for a few moments.
He then turned and said no problem they would send up some antibiotic ointment
right away.
When it arrived, he liberally coated the piercing with the stuff, moving the
stud back and forth to make sure the ointment went right into the piercing. It
hurt and I made my displeasure known. Steven had the nerve to tell me to stop
acting like a baby and stand still. I almost swatted the twerp.
Dress for this dinner was to be formal. I got to wear my very first, real
tuxedo. Not a leather one. Steven fussed for a good half hour to get me
dressed perfectly. He said I was the star of the evening and had to be
perfect.
Once I was dressed to his satisfaction, he donned the same type of outfit in
about five minutes flat and looked every bit as perfect as I did.
"Thirty, fucking minutes you took, fussing around like a mother fucking hen
getting me dressed." I complained loud and clear.
"And then have the nerve to get dressed yourself in five minutes and still look
just as good as I do."
"I do not look just as good as you." he retorted.
"I look better."
"Bastard." I laughed.
I leaned forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.
"Let's go blow them all away at Senior Master Uppity Ups, Mansion." I said
taking his hand and heading for the door.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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