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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
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A Daymare on Kelly Street
by Rob
Part 42
Our stop in Cape Town, South Africa was a short one. Not more than 20 minutes
after touch down we were back in the air. Master Dave was not my idea of fun
guy.
As with the other's, I met him at the foot of the stairs truck.
"On behalf of Charlie, welcome aboard Dave." I said cordially holding out my
hand.
"Cut the bull shit and let's go." he replied rudely brushing past my out
stretched hand.
I followed quickly behind as he took the stairs two at a time.
"Which cabin?" he asked curtly of Steven.
"Number 3, Sir." Steven replied.
Dave swept past him and headed into the plane. I stopped at the portal and
looked at Steven quizzically.
"He has been like this since the over turning of apartheid. He had a large
plantation with hundreds of Black workers. He treated them all as virtual
slaves, men, women and children alike." Steven explained.
"Mind you he provided excellent housing and good food. It was just that he
considered them slaves and used them anyway he wished. Trouble makers had
accidents from which recovery was not an option."
"That does not sound good, you mean he killed then?" I asked incredulously.
"Worse, Sir. I overheard him tell Charlie once about what they did to a young,
his words, "Buck". I almost threw up it was so disgusting." Steven said
looking a little pale.
"It must have been your looking awfully pale Steven." I said concerned.
"No, I am ok. But I remember how he told Charlie about it. It was a though he
was explaining how he accomplished his greatest achievement."
"They hung the boy by his hands over the opening to a wood chipping machine.
He was told he would watch the wood being chipped for eight hours and then he
would be dropped into the machine."
"The boy was gagged and he wiggled and squirmed over that opening all day as his
fellow slaves kept dumping tons of leaves, twigs and branches into the opening.
They believed the boy was just being taught a lesson for being disobedient."
"Well at the end of the eight hours, Dave looked up at the boy and said out loud
for everyone to hear, "Ok, time to get you down." But the winch that held
the boy had been rigged so that the moment anyone tried to pull the boy away
from the opening the brake would release."
He paused here, tears in his eyes.
"Well one of the boys fellow workers tried to move the winch and the brake let
go. In a wink the boy was in the machine feet first. His legs had been
completely chewed off before they got him out. He bled to death before anyone
could do a damned thing for him."
I put my arm around Steven and pulled him close.
"This has been bugging you for quite some time, huh?" I asked quietly.
"Yes, Sir. How could anyone be that inhuman?" he asked.
"I don't know, Steven. But he is not the only one, believe me. There are
lots of Dave's in this world, they get their jollies from the suffering of
others." I replied.
"Well since the over throw of the Africaners, the blacks now have their rights
back. He can no longer get away with it and a few blacks have brought charges
against him. I have a feeling he will not be coming back to South Africa, I
don't think he could win his case and they may hang him if he stays." Steven
continued.
"Come to the upper deck as soon as we are in the air, we can have a drink
together before dinner and try to forget this shit." I said heading into the
plane, my thoughts reeling around what Steven had just revealed.
We would be having dinner down in the big dining room. It was scheduled to
begin in approximately an hour.
Steven came up after take off and we sat side by side on a sofa. We both were
sipping away on a rye and coke. After that story I needed something a little
stronger then straight coke.
Our conversation was light, we began discussing our childhoods. He grew up in
the small northern railway town, of North Bay. His dad worked for the railroad
and his mom had been a school teacher.
His parents went on a vacation to South America leaving him with his Aunt and
Uncle, he was 15. Apparently they were on a plane leaving Bogota, Columbia
heading for Quito, Ecuador when the plane was hijacked. It flew out to sea and
was never seen again.
According to the Columbian authorities and confirmed by the US, the plane just
suddenly disappeared from the radar scopes approximately 200 mile off shore. A
search was undertaken but no wreckage or other debris was ever found.
To this day he does not know for sure whether his parents were on that plane or
not. He only knows he has never seen or heard from them since a phone call the
night before they were due to depart for Quito. He had talked to both of them
and they were in very good spirits.
So it looked as though we had both lost our parents to violent deaths. Mine
had been killed instantly in a head-on car crash. I was 16 at the time.
We sat there hugging each other, mourning the loss of our parents. I gave him
a kiss on the lips and the next thing I knew we were both locked in a passionate
embrace.
We made love slowly, tenderly, passionately. We needed someone at that moment
and found each other.
Steven was blowing his load down my greedy throat and I was blowing down his,
when we were interrupted by, Walt.
"Don't you guys ever get enough." he laughed.
The unexpected interruption startled me and I inhaled when I should have exhaled
and ended up with a lung full of hot dick snot. Which started me to coughing
and choking. In any event if ruined a wonderful experience Steven and I had
just shared. Not to mention it was embarrassing to be found like this.
The interruption didn't phase Steven at all he just kept sucking away on my
spirting dick, catching every drop of my juice.
When I pulled away choking and coughing, Steven continued to spirt and it was
shooting against my heaving chest. Long river's of milky white slime,
flowing slowly down my pecs.
Walt thought the whole thing was hilarious. He had been laughing so hard tears
were flowing down his cheeks.
"My gawd you look funny Harold." he said through his mirth.
"Oh.....yes........very......funny." I managed to get out between coughs.
"I guess ya gotta see it to really appreciate it." he laughed.
"I came up to find out where you two were. Everyone is in the dining room
waiting." he said.
"Oh shit is it that late?" I exclaimed jumping up from the couch.
"Yes, diner was supposed to have started ten minutes ago. Everyone is
starving, so I came to find out what the hell was keeping you." he said and
started to laugh again.
"Oh great, and now your going to go and tell them all, right?" I asked hoping
beyond all hope that he wouldn't.
"Me.........tell anyone about what you do in the privacy of the upper deck?
Why Harold, I am hurt that you would ever think such a thing." he said in a
little boy hurt voice.
"You mean you will keep this to yourself?" I asked.
He looked at me for a moment, a twinkle in his eye. Then said:
"Not a chance in hell, Harold. This is too good to hold back." so saying he
turned and hurriedly left the upper deck.
"Shit!" was all I could think of to say.
"Come on Steven lets get ready, gonna have to face the music I guess."
"Yes Sir, but first let me get all that beautiful love juice from your chest."
he said as he moved in, his tongue wiggling back and forth.
"Guess I am in for some razzing during diner, Steven." I said as we headed to
the bedroom.
"Afraid so, Sir. Ah.......unless........"
"Unless what Steven?" I asked curious.
"Well, Sir, unless you get one up on them." he replied.
I could see his mind was in fast gear so just waited for a minute.
"Ah-ha....got it. We will dress you up so that you blow them all away." he
said hurrying to the wardrobe.
He rummaged around for a moment then brought out a garment bag.
"This ought to do it, Sir." he said laying it on the bed and opening it up.
He pulled out a black latex outfit from the bag. We started by pulling on a
skin tight pair of crotch less pants. Then a matching top with holes for my
nipples to poke through. Next a hood which completely covered my head and neck.
It had holes for the eyes, nostrils and my mouth.
A studded black leather collar went on next, followed by a pair of latex gloves.
A pair of special latex booties covered my bare feet followed by a pair of high
top boots.
He fastened a thick, black leather belt with a gold buckle made in the shape of
a pair of nuts with a dick sticking out in full erection.
The final piece of the ensemble was a clear latex thong.
"I don't know about this part Steven. Do you really think I should?" I asked
my old shyness coming back.
"Certainly. Bet they will hardly say a word about what Master Walt tells them
once they see you." he answered with a self-satisfied smile.
"Ya, but it sure seems to me to be jumping from the frying pan into the fire."
I replied still unsure.
"Ah, come on, Sir. Where is your sense of adventure? You will have a grand
time and it will throw them all off." he said.
"Ok, what the hell have I got to loose." I said decisively, although I was still
wary.
On my way down the stairs I had a great idea. Didn't know if it would work or
not but I was going to give it a try.
Steven opened the door of the dining room for me and I walked in bold and proud.
I marched straight to the table. The others all stood up as I entered.
There were a few gasps of surprise when they saw me. I didn't let that phase
me in the slightest. I came to a full stop behind my chair and looked down the
line, looking each one of them in the eye, one at a time.
"Where the hell are your outfits?" I demanded.
My heart leaped for joy when I saw the look of dismay on all their faces.
"No meal will be served at my table until everyone is properly dressed for the
occasion. Now get too it." I ordered.
To my surprise they all scrambled out of the room, almost knocking each other
over in the process. Once they were all gone and I was alone with just
Steven, I broke out into hysterical laughter.
"Was that an inspiration or not, Steven?" I asked once my laughing had eased.
"That was really fucking inspired, Harold. Charlie couldn't have done it
better. You really are learning the ropes." he said with admiration.
"Why thank you my dear, Steven. I am surprised at how easy it is to be the
boss. All you have to do is take charge and they all jump at your command,
amazing." I replied.
Walt was the first one back. He had donned a black latex outfit that consisted
of skin tight pants, a black thong, high top boots, a black vest that cinched at
the bottom but was open across his pecks.
He wore a half hood, similar to the one Larry wore all the time. It covered
his eyes, the top of his nose, his ears and the entire top and back of his head
with a band that went around the neck. His dark eyes sparkled with merriment
from the eye holes in the hood.
"Charlie is going to be very pleased Harold. I couldn't have come up with a
better way to throw everyone off guard if I had thought about it for a month."
he laughed, but it was with admiration.
"Why thank you Walt." I replied.
"After all I am Charlie's ambassador and I must maintain a certain amount of
dignity. I couldn't have you all laughing at my expense now could I?" I said
with dignity.
"Well you won this round, Harold, and you won it big. They are all running
around trying to find something appropriate to wear." he giggled.
"Except, John of course. You can bet your boots he has something appropriate.
He and I are both into leather in a big way and never go anywhere without at
lest two or three outfits."
"Well they better get here soon or I will send Steven or one of the boys to get
them." I laughed.
"Perhaps I should do it anyway, order them back to the dining room just the way
they are right now."
Walt thought that was a great idea and doubled over from the laughter. I
thought it was funny as well so joined him.
John appeared a moment later, Max following along behind. John had changed
into a leather outfit. Again, tight crotch less pants, a thong, high top boots,
a black harness and leather vest. Instead of a hood he wore a black leather
cap.
He came right to the table and told Max to sit and stay. Max, ever faithful
and obedient, sat quietly at John's side.
"You really are getting the hang of being the top dog, Harold." John
complimented.
"Hell, you keep this up and it won't be long before you are the Senior
Magistrate, not Charlie."
"I don't think that will ever happen, John." I replied, "But thanks for the
compliment."
I had no sooner said that then the others began to trickle in one behind the
other. It was obvious right away that most of them had not brought leather
outfits. They had, had to borrow stuff from the slaves. It looked so funny
to see all these important Master's wearing slave gear in order to obey my
command.
Grant had managed to get a pair of leather crotch less pants, a slave harness
made of chains and a half hood the same as Walt's. He really looked sexy and I
felt a stirring between my legs.
Ed and Hank had only managed a black leather thong, which they wore with high
top boots.
The last in was Ron. He surprised us all by wearing a skin tight lycra body
suit in the most startling shade of purple. His dick and nuts were perfectly
outlined buy the outfit.
He wore a pair of complimentary purple gloves and boots. Like me he wore a
full hood, also in purple, with openings for the eyes, nostrils and mouth. We
all stared opened mouthed. I had a feeling he may have out done me.
Diner was a raunchy affair with bantering back and forth across the table.
Afterwards Walt suggested we have a small contest. He wanted us to pair up and
see which team could bring off their partners the fastest.
Because Dave did not come to the dinner we had an odd number. It was suggested
that Steven and I partner and I agreed. They all quickly paired up, Grant and
Ed, John and Walt, Hank and Ron.
This contest however was not just a simple blow-job affair, oh no, that would be
much to easy for Walt. He wanted something much more elaborate. The suckee
had to sit on the shoulders of the sucker. The suckee had to keep himself
balanced and not fall off, while the sucker had to suck and stay standing the
whole time.
Once the suckee had blown his load he was to jump down. The sucker would open
his mouth to show the cum and at that point the judge would stop, the stop
watch. Arnold was chosen to be the judge.
Now as everyone was pretty evenly matched as to size and build it should not be
too difficult, I thought. Shows how wrong a someone can be.
Walt and John volunteered to go first. Walt crouched down on the floor, knees
bent, the same position one takes to lift a heavy article. John removed his
thong and got himself onto Walt's shoulders. He leaned forward over Walt's head
and grasped his knees.
"Ready?" Walt asked.
"Ready!" John answered
Walt stood straight up, the watch was started as soon as he began to rise. He
had John's flaccid dick in his mouth and was now working on getting it hard. I
saw right away one of the reasons John had bent over. He had to, to avoid
banging his head on the ceiling of the cabin.
I watched fascinated as these two worked together. John was making the little
body shifts necessary to maintain balance while Walt concentrated on the
blow-job.
The whole damned thing was so fucking erotic, my dick was up and pushing
fiercely against the clear latex thong. I looked around and saw I wasn't the
only one.
This has got to be the most awkward way to get a blow job that I had ever seen.
Well what I could see of it. John's muscular thighs blocked most of the view.
However, the top of Walt's frantically bobbing head was very visible.
John for his part was moaning away and trying to keep the two of them balanced.
He was still bent over Walt's head, grasping his knees with his hands. His
lower legs passed under Walt's arms and his feet hooked into Walt's pecs. The
big toes resting on Walt's nipples were wiggling. Then it occurred to me:
"Hey wait a minute, these two bugger's have down this before." I said out loud,
not even realizing I had done so.
"By the lord lifting' your right Harold!" Hank exclaimed.
This started a buzz of conversation among the spectators. John and Walt
however were too far into it now to stop or even care about the conversation
taking place around them.
Then all of a sudden John gave out a yell.
"Oh fuck yeah, here I cum."
Walt's head was working furiously and John was even giving a few involuntary
humps, but this brought them dangerously close to toppling. Then John jumped
down, Walt opened his mouth and Arnold checking the mouth stopped the clock.
"Five minutes, twenty-two seconds." Arnold announced loud and clear.
"Have you guys done this before, Walt?" Hank demanded.
"Certainly." Walt replied with a big smile after he had swallowed John's cream.
"You don't think I would be stupid enough to suggest a contest I had never tried
do you?"
"Of course if any of you are afraid, or not man enough, John and I would have no
problem in just saying lets just forget it. Would we John?" Walt asked slyly.
"No, no problem at all. However, now that our veracity has been questioned, I
do think there should be a prize if we continue." John stated.
"A prize?" Hank asked, "What kind of prize?"
"Well," John replied, "Something simple would do. How about, the looser's must
French kiss the winners love hole."
"Now wait a min......." Hank started to protest, but was cut short by John.
"Of course if you have no faith in yourself Hank, it's ok you may back out we
will not think any less of you." John challenged.
Hank went a little red in the face from this taunt.
"We shall see who has no faith in themselves!" Hank shot back. "Just remember
it was you that chose the prize when that tongue of yours it stuck where the
sun don't shine."
Everyone laughed at this exchange. It was obvious that no one had any
intention of backing out. Hell win or loose it looked like fun.
It was Walt's turn to be the suckee, so as John crouched down, he climbed onto
his shoulders. Once Walt was in place, John stood straight up and Arnold set
the watch.
Walt made it plain from the moment John stood up that he couldn't care less
about winning. He only wanted to have fun. He leaned forward and stuck his
arms out to the sides and started moving himself around in imitation of an
airplane.
Poor John was having a hell of a job trying to maintain his balance and at the
same time suck the cock jammed halfway down his throat. Because of the position
it is impossible to get the cock completely out of your mouth. You just don't
have the room.
We could hear John trying to tell Walt to cool it, but Walt paid no attention.
He kept up his frolics. It was so fucking funny we were all in stitches. But
what we didn't realize was by having John do all that complaining he was getting
lots of great stimulation to his dick.
It seemed like he had just got up there when he started to yell out that he was
unloading.
"Oh yes Johnny,
Lots of fun,
Best start swallowing,
Here comes my cum." he yelled out.
I was still doubled up with laughter as his feet hit the floor and Arnold
checked John's mouth before stopping the watch.
"Four minutes, forty-eight seconds." Arnold called out.
John quickly swallow his mouth full of cum then turned to Walt.
"You Sonofabitch, what the fuck were you trying to do, break my fucking neck."
he yelled out.
"Ah, quit yer belly aching, look at our time, let's see any of these peasants
beat that." Walt smiled.
"Fucking idiot." John responded with a smile.
Next up was Grant and Ed. They had decided that Grant would do Ed, so he
crouched down and Ed climbed awkwardly on to his shoulders. Then the real
troubles began.
They had never tried this before and Grant had a great deal of difficulty
getting up. On his first try Ed fell off but we were all close by and he was
caught. The second time Grant went off balance and toppled over but again they
were both caught.
On his third try Grant managed to get up, but now the problem of maintaining
balance surfaced. Having the heavy body of another man practically sitting on
your chest throws your balance right out of kilter. It doesn't help when you
have a cock stuck down your throat and you can't see anything but the pubs of
the guy sitting on your chest.
Luckily Ed remembered what John had done and leaned forward so he was over
Grant's head. He grasped his knees and tucked his legs under Grant's arms,
hooking his feet on Grant's pecs. Once he had done this balancing became much
easier.
I said, much easier, not better. Ed was doing a lot of weaving back and forth
trying to keep them both balanced. I watched closely, my turn was coming and I
wanted as much knowledge as possible.
I was soon able to pick out Ed's mistakes. The main one being he was over
compensating each time. If he had kept his movements short and simple he would
have had less trouble.
The other big problem, Ed was so worried about falling it detracted from the
sensations Grant was trying so hard to give to his dick. After what seemed an
eternity, we saw Ed stiffen and then he started to unload.
This however really fucked up his trying to keep balance and he began to topple
off Grant's shoulders. Walt and John were right there and caught him. As he
fell his dick popped out of Grant's mouth and was still spirting. One shot got
Grant in the left eye and next hit his chest. It was so fucking funny we were
all in stitches again.
Arnold stopped the watch as soon as Ed's feet touched the floor.
"Fifteen minutes twelve seconds." Arnold announced.
"Shit that has got to be the scariest fucking blow job I have ever had." Ed
said shaking his head.
Grant was busy wiping the cum out of his eyes and off his chest.
"Well let's hope I do better partner," he said with a smile, "or we are going to
be doing some ass hole kissing."
Everyone laughed and Ed crouched down. Grant climbed onto Ed's shoulders and
Ed stood up. Unlike Grant he managed it on the first try.
Grant had also learned from Ed. He knew that Ed had been making too many
sudden moves so he leaned forward, grasped his knees and tucked his legs under
Ed's arms and hooked his feet into Ed's pecs. He kept all his moves short and
simple, only moving enough to maintain balance.
Even so it seemed to take a long time before Grant finally began to dump into
Ed. He didn't make any sound at all, we only knew he was unloading because he
had stiffened up slightly. He pulled his feet out, straightened his legs and
jumped down. Arnold stopped the clock.
"Seven minutes, fifty-six seconds." Arnold announced.
"Shit, guess we eat ass, buddy." Ed said, wrapping a big arm around Grants
shoulder.
Next up was Hank and Ron. Hank crouched down and Ron took up the now familiar
position.
One thing was obvious right from the beginning. Hank was bound, bent and
determined to beat John and Walt. He stood straight up, once Ron was in place.
He started doing something with Ron's dick that had Ron moaning right away.
Then Hank did something else that had not been done, he started fingering Ron
love canal. Well Ron lost it, he was fidgeting, squirming and moaning out his
pleasure. Amazingly, Hank was so determined he didn't need Ron to keep the
balance, he managed it all on his own.
Ron was so turned on by Hank's ministrations that it was impossible for him to
do anything but hold on to his knees.
In what seemed an impossibly short time, Ron really began to scream as his whole
body stiffened. Hank practically had his whole hand shoved up Ron's love hole
and was jamming it in and out furiously.
"Ayiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Yes, yes, yes. Ahhhhhhhh suck me Hank, oh fuck
yeah, suck me." Ron screamed out.
Well if this had been a contest to see who could get turned on the most and have
the most dramatic climax, Ron would have won hands down. As it was I had a
feeling they had a good chance of winning already.
When he was finished unloading, Ron dropped his legs and hit the floor. Arnold
checked Hank's mouth and stopped the watch.
"Four minutes, forty seven seconds." Arnold announced.
"Shit hot!" Hank exclaimed, clapping his heaving partner on the shoulders.
Ron had been so turned on we had to wait until his system returned to normal.
He was all sweaty and breathing hard. One of the slaves appeared with a large
stainless steel pan. He pulled out a cloth and began to wipe Ron down. There
was no way Hank would be able to stay on shoulders as sweaty as Ron's were.
It took a good five minutes for Ron to get back to normal. While waiting we
all discussed the results so far. It was hard to believe that something like
this could be so much fun. Even more so as we were doing it at sixty thousand
feet.
When he was ready Ron crouched down and Hank climbed on board. Hank also turned
out not to be very demonstrative. He just kind of stiffened and we knew he was
blowing. He then jumped down and Arnold did his check and stopped the watch.
"Five minutes, fifty-two seconds." he announced.
Then Steven's and I were up to bat. The time we had to beat was four,
forty-seven. I crouched down and Steven climbed onto my shoulders. As he
climbed on I had to open my mouth to take his erect tool. I gave the head a few
flicks of my tongue as it entered my mouth.
This really was an awkward way to give a blow job. Steven's bald pubs were
right in front of my eyes, and his thighs were to my left and right, cutting off
all vision to the front and sides.
I felt Steven lean forward to grasp his knees, this cut off my vision to the top
and reduced the amount of space I had to bob my head back and forth on his dick.
Steven and I were actually at an advantage to the others. This whole
exercise, as I mentioned, was very erotic. We had both had hard-ons from the,
get-go. I did not think it would take much from Steven's expert mouth to bring
me off, nor I him.
Once he was in place I steeled myself and lifted straight up. Oh, fuck was he
heavy. Right away I could feel my center of gravity all thrown out of whack.
I had to lean back slightly to even it up while Steven made some little moves to
keep us straight up.
The taste and texture of Steven's dick was heavenly. I worked my tongue around
the head as best I could, trying many of the little tricks I knew to give my
partner wonderful feelings. I felt his dick stiffen each time I did something
that he really liked.
I could have just sucked like that forever and been a very happy man, but I knew
we had a time to beat and so set to work.
Another trick I had learned along the way was to constrict my throat muscles
while the cock head was traveling up or down. This increased the pressure
against the cock and gave the feeling of a real tight pussy.
I didn't take my time, but began to massage that dick as best and fast as I
could. However the restricted head room made this really difficult. Then I
remembered what Hank had done, and while I had no intention of sticking my whole
hand up Steven's love hole, a well placed finger sure wouldn't hurt.
The moment my index finger touch his rose bud, Steven's cock jerked in my
throat. If I hadn't of had his dick down my throat, I would have smiled at
that.
I also heard him give out a moan of pleasure. I wondered how much time we had
been at it, it seemed like a long time. Oh well, I thought, I had French
kissed ass before and it hadn't killed me. I would probably French kiss a whole
lot more before I went to meet my maker.
Finally I felt Steven's nuts climb up to my chin. His dick stiffened and he
called out loud:
"Oh, yeah, Harold. Oh, yeah."
At the same moment, his hot, sweet, man juice filled my mouth. I wanted to
swallow, but held it, savoring it as it filled up my oral cavity. All too soon
Steven was finished and he dropped his legs and slithered to the floor.
I had to open my mouth to show Arnold the cum, but didn't want to. I wanted
Steven's sweet juices all for myself, this reluctance, may have cost us a second
or two, a critical second or two as it turned out.
After checking my mouth Arnold announced"
"Four minutes, forty-nine seconds."
One second longer than John and Walt and two seconds longer than Hank and Ron.
It was now up to Steven. Could he bring me off in under four minutes and
forty-seven seconds? I hoped so, it sure would be nice to have all these
senior Master's, French kissing my bung hole.
Steven crouched down and I now climbed into the position I had seen all the
others get into. My dick was poking straight out after I removed the thong and
Steven had his lips wrapped around the head before I had my other leg in place.
His hot mouth sent a shiver right up my spine, oh I had been anticipating that
feeling since we had started this little game.
Once I was on I bent over and grasped my knees as I had seen the others do and
as Steven stood up I tucked my legs under his arms and hooked my feet on his
pecs. I could feel his left nipple under my big, right toe and gave it a
wiggle.
Steven tried to say something but all that came out was this great feeling along
the sides of my dick, which was lodged firmly in his hot mouth.
A little fishing around with my left foot and my toe soon found his right
nipple. Balancing was not quite as difficult as I had expected. It only took
me a couple of seconds to figure it out.
Steven began to rub his hands up and down the back of my thighs, this, along
with his expert mouth, tongue and throat had me wired in no time. My
breathing had become very shallow and my heart beat had picked up and was now
racing away.
I was quickly climbing the mountain and knew that I would be over the top in no
time at all. We just may have a chance, I thought.
Steven was taking me deep into his hot, constricting throat, in fairly quick
thrusts. At the same time his tongue was working furiously around my shaft
and the head when it was in his mouth. I just could not hold back my moans of
pleasure. Fuck, did he know how to suck.
I had been right, in what seemed like only a minute or so, my nuts started to
lift, I was on the top of the mountain and ready to jump off into beautiful,
glorious, freedom.
Steven gave a sudden forceful hum and that was all that was needed to push me
off the mountain top. My hot, throbbing dick exploded in his mouth. He
stopped taking me down the throat to make sure he caught all my cum in his
mouth.
He just wiggled his tongue along the underside of my dick head which just felt
so fucking wonderful I continued to spirt my juices. As soon as I stopped
squirting I dropped my legs and my feet hit the floor. Arnold was right there
to check Steven's mouth and stop the watch.
"Four minutes, and...." he said into the silence and expectations of the room,
"fifty seconds."
Hank and Ron had won the competition with four minutes forty-seven seconds.
We all congratulated them. After shaking hands with us all Hank got down on
his hands and knees, stuck his ass up in the air and said:
"Your up first, John. Now make sure ya do a real good job."
Ron got down beside him and did the same thing, only he called for Walt.
Both were good sports about the whole thing and a moment later loud moans of
pleasure, were being emitted by Hank and Ron, as John and Walt French kissed
their rear ends.
The rest of us stood to the side cheering them on. Shit this was great fun, and
to boot I had another hard-on.
I don't know how it was decided, I can not remember any discussion, but Arnold
had set the stop watch and when it beeped the winning time, four minutes
forty-seven seconds, John and Walt changed places.
On the next beep, Grant and Ed took their places. This went on until we all
had given them each the full four minutes and forty-seven seconds.
Mind you as we did our duty with the love hole we also played with a pair of
nuts and a hard throbbing dick. John blew his load on the floor shortly after
Grant took over, and he blew again while I was doing him.
The whole thing had turned into a kind of orgy, those not Frenching John or Walt
were busy with their own partner. Steven and I had gone into a sixty-nine while
Ed had his Rod rammed up Grants back door.
After I had finished Frenching Walt's love canal, I was the last, he turned and
we both went into a sixty-nine.
I blew six loads in four hours and was tired out. We finally broke up and
went for a rest when Steven announced we were an hour out of Toulouse, France.
Steven and I went up to my bedroom and headed for the shower. We didn't do any
fooling around, just cleaned ourselves. I then went to lay down, Steven said I
would be able to get a half hour before I would have to get dressed to meet
Rene.
That half hour went by at lightening speed. It seemed like I had just closed
my eyes when Steven was waking me up. Groggily I stood there while he pretty
much got me dressed. I have no idea where he got his stamina from. He had
taken part in everything that I had, but was as fresh looking as he had been
this morning.
For my first meet with Rene I had to done a leather outfit. Tight leather
pants, harness, vest, high boots and leather cap. Steven also pulled the
sleeper out of my ear and put in an ear ring with a small gold cross. The
tattoos from earlier were still on so I was all set.
I went out onto the upper deck and Steven handed me a cold coke. I sat down in
one of the easy chair to wait for the order to buckle up prior to touch down.
On the ground, I got up and went to the big front windows to watch our progress
to the hanger where we would pick up Rene. It was dark in France, the time was
10 pm. There were lots of lights penitrating the darkness.
Then a bit in the distance I could see the red lights lifting up and down. The
signal man had red extensions on a flashlight which he held in each hand. He
raised them up and down in the same motions I had seen done with red markers in
daylight.
The plane headed straight for the signal man and when he crossed the lights
above his head the plane came to a stop. Off to the side I could see a black
car, stopped, with its headlights on and a flashing amber light on top. That I
knew would be Rene.
I hurried down the stairs and to the front portal. Steven was there opening
the door. As soon as the door was open the stair truck moved into position.
Once the stair lights activated Steven gave me the ok and I headed down the
stairs to meet Rene.
I had just reached the bottom of the stairs when the car I had observed from the
upper deck began to move towards the aircraft. It pulled up, just outside the
circle of safety and the driver got out and went around to open the rear door.
Master Rene turned out to be around my height and build and my impression was
that he was in his early thirties. He was a very good looking man. He had
dark hair and heavy sideburns that went right down to his jaw where they flared
out along the jaw line almost to the chin.
He also sported a pencil thin mustache along his upper lip. His eyes were dark
brown and sparkled from the lights all around us.
He stood, approximately 5'9 to 6'0 and I estimated he would be between 175 and
185 lbs. He wore a duplicate outfit to mine, which is what I had expected.
His chest was covered in a mat of heavy, dark hair. He also had a heavy
triangle of hair covering his abs.
He walked towards me with a confident step and stuck out his hand as he reached
me.
"Bonjour Monsieur Rene. Bienvenu, c'est un plaisir de vous recontrex." I
greeted as I took his hand.
Steven had taught me the line and I had practiced and practiced until he said it
was perfect.
"Merci beaucoup, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrez, Harold." he replied.
I had no idea what the hell he had said but hoped it was good.
"I do hope you will enjoy the flight Rene, it is so good to have you on board."
I broke into English, afraid he would say more in french.
His eyes lit up and a big smile creased his face.
"Ah, you do not speak French, Harold. But you did so well with the greeting
you fooled me." he said with a laugh.
"No, I have tried to learn, Rene but success eludes me. Steven spent
considerable time and patience helping me to learn that much." I replied.
"Well do not worry, Harold, I speak English perfectly, after all I was born in
Toronto." he said.
"In Toronto!" I exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes, I came to Europe when I was eighteen, to study at the Sorbonne, in Paris.
I fell in love with France and all of Europe, once I attained my degree I
decided to stay." he explained.
"Do you ever go home, to visit family I mean?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Every couple of months plus the two weeks between Christmas and New
Years. I have three Engineering degrees and my own company. I do very well
so am able to travel whenever I get the urge." he said.
"It is only an hour and a half to London, let us go to the upper deck we would
be much more comfortable then standing here." I suggested.
"As you wish, Harold, you are the host." he answered with a smile.
We turned and headed up the stairway and into the aircraft. Steven was there
and gave his usual greetings, however he spoke fluent French. I understood not
a word he spoke to Rene.
Fifteen minutes later the plane was lifting into the clear, star speckled night
sky over France, in approximately one hour and 30 minutes we would be landing in
London.
All the other Master's and their slaves joined us on the upper deck. Steven's
helpers had lay out sandwiches, small cakes, cookies and coffee. As well, a
small bar was opened for those that would prefer something a little stronger.
We sat around munching, drinking and chatting until the big bird touched down at
Heathrow, exactly one hour and nineteen minutes later.
My first trip around the world was over and I was glad to be back. The trip
had been fun and I had learned much about the Master/Slave world. I think I
had a greater appreciation for the life style. Having now seen it from both
ends I could understand why certain things had to be they way they were.
But? I wondered. How will I feel if Charlie puts me back into the slave
role? Will I be able to adjust? Is it possible to be the boss one minute and
an underling the next? Many questions that could only be answered by time and
I had plenty of that.
To be continued.
This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
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