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Palm Springs Weekend
by Frank Albright (1991)
***
A man unwinds after a difficult business transaction
was completed with a few good men. (MM, military)
***
JUNE 1988
It had been a long, tough month at work; but the deal
was finally closed and the contract signed. I needed
some R&R, so to celebrate my success, I'd gotten away
on an early Friday flight for a long weekend in Palm
Springs.
It was in the low 90's when I arrived. Just what I
needed. I picked up the Lincoln I'd reserved and drove
to the Motel. I registered and dumped my bags in the
suite I'd booked and then headed for Indian Wells.
There was plenty of time to get in 9 holes of golf
after which I could just lounge, bare-ass, by the
Motel's pool and work on a tan.
I had an early dinner at my favorite Mexican
restaurant and then dropped by my favorite "ole time"
Cathedral City bar on Hwy 111 for a few beers. I hung
around till 10 PM and then drifted around the corner
to another of the Springs "all male hot spots." I'd
been there for about an hour when a tough looking,
young hunk came up and introduced himself. He was a
Marine in town from 29 Palms looking for some action.
I outlined my interests and he said that he'd like to
join me for as long as I wanted him. He had to be back
at the base by 7 AM Monday; but until then he was all
mine. We left after finishing our beers and headed
back to the Motel.
His name was Paul -- a 4 stripper USMC Gunny. My
weekend slave was 26, 6', 195#, sandy brown hair cut
in a Marine high and tight, blue eyes, moderate chest
hair (just enough to highlight his physique - not
cover it), very defined biceps, pecs, abs, thighs and
great calves. When we got back to the Motel, I had him
strip buck naked in the parking lot.
When he was totally naked, I had him fold his clothes,
which I took and locked in the trunk of my car. He
didn't object to the public stripping (actually at
that hour there was no one around to see him). In
fact, Paul didn't object to any of the abuse I
subjected him to during the remainder of weekend. He
was as eager a slave wannabe as I'd ever encountered.
I led him into the locked Motel compound and sat down
on one of the lounge chairs which circled the pool.
Paul stood in front of me at Parade Rest - displaying
his muscular, naked body for me. I took advantage of
Paul's stance to run my hands up and down his inner
thighs.
His thick, uncut 7' cock responded immediately by
tracing an arc into full erection. I took hold of
Paul's hard-on and pulled the solid shaft straight
down until it was parallel with his massive legs,
pointing straight down to the ground. The Marine never
changed his stance or gave the slightest expression of
discomfort. I was impressed. This slave was going to
be fun to work.
I told him that, with the exception of a leather cock
ring or leather and steel cock cage (which I would
alternate throughout the weekend); he would stay naked
whenever we were at the Motel. The Motel is very
private and has a bare-ass policy so it wouldn't be
any "big deal."
I was aware of the stringent restrictions placed on an
active duty serviceman where social interaction is
concerned and had no intentions of compromising his
vulnerability. The impression I wanted Paul to
understand was that his body was to be completely open
to me at all times when we were at the Motel.
Regardless of what other men might see him, the
important point was that he was exposed and exhibited
for me. Paul understood and said that he was turned on
by the prospect of being kept stark naked with his
clothes locked in my trunk.
The no exit situation stimulated his libido. It was
very evident by his rock hard, vein bulging cock. I
released my grip on the Marine's boner and let his
fat, hard cock slap up against his belly. It bounced
up and down for a few seconds coming to rest at a
perfect 45 degree angle from his body. This kid was
built and obviously sexually in full rut.
I leaned back into the lounge chair and told Paul to
flex out. He responded immediately by flexing every
muscle in his well-proportioned physique to maximum
extension. He posed for about 20 minutes - not leaving
a single muscle un-displayed including his sphincter
and penis. When he finished, his body was reflecting
the pool lights from the sweat he'd worked up. It was
an incredible sight.
I told him to dive into the pool and cool off. Paul
was in the water immediately swimming around like a
dolphin. I went into my suite, stripped and retrieved
two towels. When I returned to the pool Paul was
floating on his back with his erection pointing
straight up like a submarine periscope. I dove in and
joined him.
We fucked around in the pool for about an hour and
then headed for my suite. Paul dried himself off with
one of the towels I'd brought out; but he took my
towel and threw it into the corner of the bedroom. He
dried me off with his mouth, sucking every drop of
pool water off my body and licking me clean with his
tongue.
He sucked, licked and nibbled at my cock until it
hardened to its full 8 inches of uncut Master meat.
When he had me stimulated to the erupting point, I had
Paul use his mouth to slip a rubber over my throbbing
erection. He had me sheathed in no time flat. I took
him in my arms and hugged and deep throated him while
carrying him over to the bed. I fucked Marine ass
until we both fell asleep in each other's arms.
I got up at 4:30 AM and laid out a steel cock ring and
leopard spotted thong bikini for Paul. After slipping
on a pair of UDT's, I nudged Paul awake and told him
to dress in what I'd laid out and then meet me out
front in 5 minutes. My military slave was waiting for
me in the thong bikini when I rode up on one of the
Motel's bicycles. I pulled the front of the bikini
down to inspect the cock ring. It was in place and was
pushing the Marine's cock and balls out front.
I told Paul that we were going for a 3 mile run to
start the day. I rode the bike beside him setting the
pace -- which was fast. He kept up the tempo with his
bare feet slapping out an even cadence on the
pavement. His cock and balls were jumping up and down
too. The thong bikini was made of nylon and didn't
provide much support for the Marine's hefty basket now
exaggerated by the weighted cock ring.. His pecs were
bouncing too with each tit on full high beam. As each
foot hit the road, sweat was splashing off his body.
By the time we'd finished 2 miles, Paul was getting
winded. I slowed the pace down to a crawl and let him
recoup. He needed a little extra encouragement so I
stopped and took a 6 foot leather thong out of my
pocket. I attached one end to Paul's cock ring and the
other to the seat of my bike. The tension on the
leather thong pulled Paul's cock and balls so that
they almost came out of the top of his bikini.
With the addition of this impromptu leash, he renewed
his effort. Paul's dick also responded to the
encouragement by growing into a fine early morning
hard-on. It didn't take long for his rod to poke its
way out the top of the bikini. He was such a virile
sight bouncing along behind my bicycle that I added an
extra mile for emphasis.
When we arrived back at the Inn, it was almost 6 AM.
No one else was up so Paul and I took a long leisurely
dip in the hot tub to relax. Interrupted once by Paul
getting breakfast in the form of my hard cock rammed
down his throat. Before long, the sun was up and
warmed the pool area sufficiently to invite some bare-
assed sunbathing. Stretching out leisurely on a chaise
just didn't seem appropriate for Paul. So while he was
doing some morning PT exercises, I went to the room
and retrieved some leather straps.
When Paul saw what I had in my hand, his cock flexed.
Actually I'm not sure whether the arousal was due to
the sight of the leather straps or the jumping jacks
that he was doing which were slamming his hard cock up
and down against his belly. Regardless of the cause,
by the time I told him to get his ass over to a chaise
which I had placed in the hottest area and lay down on
his back; Paul's 7 inches was at full, vein bulging
attention.
I had him extent his arms over his head, first
securing his upper arms between his biceps and pits to
the top of the chaise. Next I tied off each wrist
pulling his arms across each other and behind the
chaise (like a figure X) tying the ends of each
leather strap to the back legs of the chaise. With
just his arms tied in this manner, Paul found it very
difficult to move the rest of his body. I didn't think
that was enough of a challenge for such a strapping
Marine so I completed his bondage by tying off both of
his legs at the ankles to each of the front legs of
the chaise.
One of the biggest turn-ons either for myself or
another man are TITS. Paul had a great set. They were
partially covered with his chest hair so I got a
straight edge razor and dry-shaved a small circle
around each nipple. I shaved off just enough hair to
fully expose his two nips. From a distance the visual
effect of the shaving didn't alter the total
impression of Paul's hairy chest. In fact it gave it a
highlight which was very sexy and attractive. The
strapped down Marine's tits were already hard but not
hard enough for me.
One of the greatest auto-stimulation products I've
discovered in the last 15 years is the standard
Cutter's Snake Bite Kit.
The two green suction cups that make up the outside of
the Kit are great for coaxing blood into a man's tits
and getting them really big, not to mention extremely
sensitive. After putting some alcohol on Paul's dry-
shaved pecs, I wet the two suction cups and squeezed
them firmly to attach them to his pecs-covering the
targeted tits. This got a groan of contentment and
apprehension from Paul. Throughout all of this his
raging hard-on remained rigid and throbbing. While I
was shaving his tits, each time I squeezed or massaged
a nipple, Paul's cock would jump in response. This man
was HOT. While Paul's tits were being sucked out, I
turned my attention to his rigid pulsating penis. It
seemed to be reveling in its freedom -- the only
muscle on the Marine's body that was still free to
stir at will.
One thing that year's of experience has taught me is
that when strong men get turned on, their libidos
usually take over from their common sense. The reason
I inject this hear is that a large number of men
dominating a scene like this would just do whatever
they thought was a good idea. After all they had some
sweating, writhing hunk secured in a vulnerable
situation; why not exploit the situation?
It's best to remember that there are 2 men
participating in the scene - not just one. If you
expect any honest feedback, let alone satisfaction -
don't let yourself slip into a singularity of purpose!
Bring him along too. You'll find it's a more complete
turn on. Especially if you ever want to see him again.
I rarely ask questions during a session; but one thing
I've learned over time is that hairy men are VERY
attached to their hair and I don't mean just
physically. Removing a man's hair is an extreme
psychological as well as physical act. It ranks right
up there with branding. In fact, in a temporary way, a
total body shave for a man is a form of submissive
branding. It exhibits his submission to all those who
see his shaved body -- particularly if they knew him
prior to the shaving.
In a full time relationship -- as a matter of
commitment -- a full body shave is a great gesture. A
bonding. In a transient affair; however, where there
is no full time commitment, stripping a man of his
hair without consent can lead to a really traumatic
experience (as well as a bloody nose or worse for the
shaver once the shavee is on the loose!)
So when I'm presented with a very vulnerable, hot-to-
trot, hairy body; before I start swiping off hair with
my straight razor; I ask what embarrassment or
difficulty it would cause the man if - for the sake of
increasing the sensitivity of the session- he would
agree to have some portion or all of his body hair
shaved off. In this particular touching and sensitive
moment, I put the question to Paul.
He assured me that he could deal with any
embarrassment that a shaving would cause and that I
should proceed as I saw fit. He left it to my
discretion. What a VERY HOT man this Marine was! That
was all of the assurance I needed. I had no intention
of stripping off all of Paul's hairy coat -- it was
too impressive. I did need some unobstructed access to
his crotch though; so Paul was about to lose his pubic
hair.
The sight of my straight razor in one hand and his
cock tightly clinched in my other hand was tormenting
Paul almost to the breaking point (or more accurately
"climax" point). This time I put some oil in my palm
and gently started milking the stretched out Marine.
It was getting hotter, both from the sun and from the
sexual fire between Paul and me. Paul's taut, naked,
strapped down body was wet with sweat again. He was
twisting and turning in his bondage as best he could
to offset the incredible stimulation I knew he was
experiencing by having his erection played with.
Paul was on the edge in no time. I had ordered him not
to come without my explicit permission. His groans and
deep breaths were now audible moans as he tried to
keep himself in check. He was squirming in the best
tradition of the Corps. I was about to climax myself
when the straight razor in my other hand reminded me
that there was some crotch shaving to do.
I wiped the mixture of oil and pre-cum up and down
Paul's shaft. I dried my hand on a towel and firmly
took hold of the head of Paul's cock and began to
shave the shaft with the other. I got two strokes on
his cock shaft when Paul cried out: "Oh please, Sir! I
can't control it anymore. Please let me shoot, Sir."
I put down the razor and squeezed his cock head as
tight as I could with one hand while pulling down hard
on his ball sac with the other. I kept the pressure on
for a minute or two and the combination of pain from
his balls coupled with the restriction of his urethra
did the trick. Paul relaxed. I told him that I'd be
getting him off very soon; but for now he should take
this sexual torment like a Marine. He laughed and
excused himself for stopping me from the shaving.
I told him that he'd pay for it later and picked up my
razor and returned to shaving the still engorged cock
shaft. In no time Paul's cock was shaved and even more
sensitive to the touch. I used this to my advantage
because his scrotum hung very low and shaving it would
be easier if I could coax his nuts into a pre-orgasm
position. I started slowly milking him again.
It didn't take long until Paul's nut sac started
contracting. As it contracted, I'd pull his nuts to
the bottom of the sac and shave. This had the dual
effect of prolonging Paul's orgasm while helping me to
get a very clean shave. The shaving didn't take very
long and in no time I was dousing Paul's crotch with
alcohol. I enjoyed his wincing against the liquid's
sting followed immediately by his reaction to feeling
a breeze where he had never felt one before.
It was time to turn our mutual attention from
stimulating one area of this muscular body to working
on another. Throughout all of the cock-centered
ordeal, Paul's tits were being sucked up into the
suction cups I'd attached to his pecs. By now they
were sure to be huge, swollen, sensitive terminals
ripe for my purposes. In order to get Paul's attention
from his burning, throbbing still fully erect cock
back to his tits; I gave both cups a very light
squeeze. Paul's mouth dropped, his eyes closed and he
gave out a long, deep, tormented moan. He realized at
that moment that it was all just beginning; not about
to end. When he opened his eyes, I was smiling down at
this handsome Marine and said: "Ready or not -- here
come your tits, Marine."
"Ready, Sir," came the reply.
I pulled on the suction cups, pulling them straight
out from his chest. Paul's pecs rose in response to
the pulling; but the suction cups held their grip. I
continued with a firm pulling motion away from his
chest until in quick succession both cups popped off
almost simultaneously. Paul gave out a short shriek --
not so much from any pain; but from the relief. His
tits were incredibly pumped up.
They stood out at least an inch (maybe a little more)
from his pecs and the shaved area around each one set
them off perfectly. I had to step back for a moment to
admire it all. He was quite a sight. Paul was looking
in amazement at this new area of stimulation. Were
they really his tits? His dick gave an involuntary
spasm -no doubt in delightful anticipation of what
these two new sexual knobs were capable of - in the
hands of a man who knew how to use them. I did!
I wasted no time in demonstrating the potential of
these two sex knobs by gently rolled them between the
thumb and forefinger of both hands. Paul put his head
back and groaned approval. I increased the pressure on
the two highly sensitive and vulnerable nipples until
Paul was writhing in agony- not ecstasy. His cock was
dripping pre-cum and jumping wildly in response to the
stimulus now being applied to tits. I dug my thumb
nails into the nipple's pumped-up shafts. Paul cried
out finally -- "Please, Sir...Please!" I gradually let
up on the pressure.
Both nipples, still very swollen, were bright red and
super-sensitive. I bent over him and started licking
at the tortured nips. Then I started sucking each one
in turn. Finally I nibbled and chewed on them. Paul's
cries were getting louder and his breathing was a
series of gasps between the bites. I stopped the
torture. I reached for the suction cups and put them
back in place with a strong suction. What this did was
to pump blood back into deflated cells that had just
been tortured for 15 minutes. All the pain receptors
that had gone numb were now instantaneously
reactivated.
The effect this had on Paul was immediate. His cock
shot straight out from his belly in spasm after spasm.
The trussed up Marine shot a steady stream of pure
white hot slave cum over his chest and onto his face.
His throbbing erection even propelled two volleys
right over his head. This boy was drained - or so he
thought. I massaged his cock, coaxing the last drips
of cum from deep within. After his penis began to
relax, I rubbed the cum he'd exploded into his chest
hairs and then wiped it off his face and had him lick
my hands clean. This restrained leatherneck was in
seventh heaven. I reminded him that he had not had my
permission to ejaculate. He looked up at me with a
soft expression of mixed guilt and ecstasy. I didn't
forgive him.
"That was your climax, boy; not mine," I told him.
"Now let's see what you can do for me."
I pulled the tit cups off roughly this time. They had
done in less than 5 minutes what it took almost a half
hour to accomplish before. Paul's tits were enormous
again. Without any words I started kneading them,
pinching them and pulling at them. My Marine slave
didn't have time to adjust to this new session.
Surprises are a great stimulator. I took a leather
thong that I hadn't used and tied it tightly around
Paul's nuts, then made two slip knots in each end.
Leaving Paul to contemplate what was about to happen,
I went into the room and retrieved a few extra pieces
of equipment that the moment dictated.
When I returned, I showed Paul a pair of Japanese tit
clamps -- the type that squeeze harder the more you
pull down on them. I put them both onto Paul's tits,
positioning them at the very end of the nipple heads
and then attached the ends of the leather thong tied
around his nuts to the bottom of the tit clamps. I
adjusted the slip knots so that there was no slack and
Paul's nipples were pulled down in the direction of
his belly. Any pressure on the thong and the clamps
would pull down and squeeze tighter.
Paul was sweating heavily now and moaning. He tried
moving just once which caused his nuts to reposition
with the consequent tug on the thong stretching his
huge, sore nipples. A whole chain reaction of pain
ensued. This Marine was helpless. He had no way to
move without causing himself agony.
His cock was responding to this new bondage situation
as I had hoped. In a very few moments, Paul was rock
hard again. I got some oil (this time oil of
wintergreen), put it in my palm and started to jack
him off; very slowly at first. In that way he could
adapt to the motion of his cock being pulled up and
down with the consequence that his nuts were being
pulled also. As I masturbated the moaning Marine, his
tits were being squeezed harder and yanked down on the
upstroke and relaxed on the down stroke. I told him
not to utter a sound.
As I picked up the stroking pace the additional
benefit of friction and oil of wintergreen on the
mucous membranes of his cockhead started to take
effect. I knew that by now, Paul's erect penis was
virtually on fire. His nuts were being used like a
punching bag and his tits were now in indescribable
agony. Here was one of America's finest fighting men,
stripped naked, bound-up tight, exposed and being
sexually manipulated all for the amusement of another
man. It was now very evident -- this warrior was
getting off on the whole scene.
Deep throated grunts and moans were all that
punctuated the now hot desert air around the pool.
Faster and faster I stroked, bringing him right to the
very brink of what would have been an incredible
climax for both of us; but I wasn't ready yet to let
him have his second release. I stopped the jerk off,
untied the thong and gently took off the tit clamps.
The blood rushed back into those parts of his nipples
that had been squeezed by the clamps. Since I didn't
want a similar explosion from Paul's cock as we had
experienced earlier, I gently message his tits until
they were decompressed.
I washed off my hands in the pool and dried them with
a towel in order to get rid of the oil of Wintergreen.
I then started kneading Paul's very sore and tender
nipples. When they were both firm again, I reached
over for the last tool I had retrieved from the room.
Two hand brushes- the kind you use to clean your
fingernails.
I started to slowly run them over each side of his
hairless ball sac. His cock was jumping at each touch.
That reaction told me I was definitely on the right
track. Next I moved them over each side of his rigid
cock up to but not touching the head. I kept this up
till I saw his ball sac start to contract. Then I
dragged both brushes over his cock head, around the
rim, over the piss slit and finally up and down the
tender helmet. Paul was biting his lip in order not to
cry out; but his cock was doing a dance of ecstasy. I
took the brushes off his cock and started to work my
way up his torso.
I dragged the brushes across his belly, over his ribs,
in and around both of his sweat drenched arm pits and
then around the outline of his pecs stopping just
below his tormented tits. Paul knew what was coming.
Very quietly he said: "Sir, I don't think I can hold
it back if you use those brushes to work over my tits.
I'll try, Sir... I'm sorry, Sir... I've just never
been worked like this before."
I looked down at this handsome young Marine, being
consumed by sex drives that he never knew he had and
said:
"When the time comes, Paul; and you feel that you
can't hold it back another second, I want you to yell
HOORAH five times and then you have my permission to
let nature take its course."
"Yes, Sir!" was Paul's response spoken in clipped,
military correct Marine lingo. Without any further
words, I slowly moved the brushes around the outside
of his tits, just brushing the sides of his nipples.
At each contact with the side of a nipple, Paul jerked
and twisted. This wasn't pain -- this was a working
definition of MALE SEXUAL HEAVEN. After playing around
the outside, I took the brushes home; dragging then at
first lightly and then with ever increasing roughness
over the tips of his nipples. Alternately fast and
slow, soft and rough -- I was jerking this Marine off
by his tits. I kept it going until the first HOORAH
came catapulting out of Paul's mouth.
Every muscle in his body was straining, flexing,
contracting in anticipation of the explosive release
that was just seconds away. With the second and third
HOORAH, I pinched both nipples as hard as I could and
then took both brushes directly to Paul's wet,
throbbing cockhead. As the fourth HOORAH came out I
worked both brushes over the tender cockhead; ending
in unison with both brushes dragging across his piss
slit as he screamed the fifth HOORAH and exploded with
even more force than his first orgasm. The ejaculation
must have lasted a minute or two because I had just
enough time to work my uncut, fully erect and ready
cock that had been keeping up with the action.
It took only four or five strokes and I exploded too,
mixing my vintage cum with the virility of this great
young man. It was draining for both of us. I untied
Paul and we both fell into the cool, sparkling water
of the pool to clean off. He held onto me tightly as I
guided our entwined forms around the pool. We kissed
and fondled, felt and finally fucked.
The HOORAHs had also gotten action from the other
guests. Two guys came up to the pool and wanted to
know just what was happening. I introduced Paul and
myself and then said that Paul had just saved us all
from an invasion from the Religious Right. I also
expressed the hope that we weren't the cause for
anyone rising before they wanted to. At that moment my
cock was rising up Paul's ass hole and his dick was
responding with its own fully flexed erection.
You see two men who believe in each other, who can
have confidence with each other and who hardly know
each other can achieve great mutual fulfillment. The
clinical terms and discussions of submission / male to
male interaction / homosexuality / male sex... all
miss the actual point. Doing it! The way to answer the
personal questions that you have is to actually
participate. Don't get hung up in the fringe.] Sorry
for the impromptu editorial again - back to our story.
Anyway the two guys smiled at our obvious watery
groping and said not to worry.
After I fucked him in the pool, Paul and I just
relaxed for an hour or two. When the time came to eat,
I laid out a pair of light blue mid-thigh,
Lycra/Spandex shorts and shower thongs as Paul's
"uniform of the day." With the cock ring on, the Lycra
outlined his cock and balls in a very revealing
manner. We were going to turn some heads. When Paul
was ready, we went out for a late breakfast.
At the local Denny's no less. They demanded a shirt so
I gave Paul a muscle athletic shirt -- the type with
the string shoulders that exposes almost all of your
chest. His nipples were still larger than normal and
the shirt in conjunction with the shaved area around
his tits really set his chest off. There were lots of
turned heads and a comment or two; but we got our
brunch. Paul was turned on by having me define what he
wore (having the basic right to dress yourself taken
away is a subtle but very strong statement of
domination and Paul submitted eagerly).
When we got back to the Motel it was a well past noon.
I wanted to get some sun and enjoy the pool; but I
also wanted to enjoy Paul. I asked him if he had any
fantasy that he wanted to fulfill and he responded
that he had always had a fantasy about being sexually
fondled and masturbated by strangers while being
restrained in a vulnerable position. That was all I
needed to hear.
There were five other men staying at the Inn and I'd
met all but two on Friday night. Two of them had also
met Paul this morning and had apparently liked what
they saw. This hot, good looking couple from LA was
very interested in the recap of the activities which
Paul and I had shared earlier that morning. One of the
men was 5-8 or 5-9, weighing around 170, very firm and
trim with a lot of dense black body hair, short black
hair on his head and a trimmed black mustache. He was
a good looking man with a nice fat cock.
His partner was a blond, blue eyed, Germanic hunk - 6-
3, about 220. Very cut and muscular, no body hair at
all with the exception of a very small and well-
trimmed patch of golden pubic hair just above his
cock. He sported a very sexy crew cut. The dark haired
one had gone out to do some errands leaving the blond
muscleman to enjoy the pool alone. The only
disappointment came when he stripped off his towel to
go into the pool. His nakedness revealed a very short
and stubby dick. It looked like a "steroid-baby" to
me; which was probably the case because he had told us
that he had just been in a big physique contest in Las
Vegas.
His lover had brought him here to relax. The dark
one's name was Leo (the first "gay" Leo I'd ever met).
His Hun-god's name was Terry. They were both easy
going and didn't seem to mind that Paul and I had
played out a very hot sex session earlier that morning
where they were now swimming and sunning. Actually,
they seemed ready to get down and play dirty
themselves.
The other gentleman I had met the night before was in
his 50's and was in good shape as far as I could tell
from that brief encounter. His name was Harry and he
was in from Boston for a weeks' vacation. I hadn't
seen him this morning. As for the other two men, all I
knew was that they were from the Bay area and staying
in the same room.
My suite was off to the side in the back of the
complex with its own private patio. I told Paul to
move one of the chaises into our patio and that I'd
set him up in there (so as not to impose his trip on
the other guests). I retrieved the leather straps that
I had used earlier and retied Paul to the chaise in
the same way. I left his feet untied so that he (or
another participants in this fantasy) could move his
legs where ever was most convenient.
I left the other two straps on the patio table. I then
retrieved a number of sex toys from our suite and
arranged them on a clean, white towel on the patio
table: Dildos (including two vibrating ones and one
that was inflatable and also vibrated), tit clamps,
suction cups, oil, latex gloves, K-Y, leather thongs,
cock ring / harness, those fantastic brushes that had
earlier masturbated this fiery Marine, rubbers and a
small leather strap whip.
Paul was watching carefully as I arranged the
implements of his impending sexual harassment. I asked
him if he objected to anything he saw. Paul smiled and
answered: "No, Sir! But will you be nearby in case
something gets too crazy?" I assured him that I wasn't
going to hang him out to dry and that if something too
strange should happen; he was to yell out his USMC
"HOORAH" and I'd step right in. With these assurances
and instructions, I messaged some suntan oil on Paul's
exposed physique and left Paul to realize his fantasy.
I went back to the pool -- oiled myself up and
stretched out in a good spot to catch some rays. I was
also ready to direct the "anonymous players" to Paul.
Terry was floating around in the pool on a raft. He
paddled himself over to the pool edge in front of my
chaise and asked where my "friend" was.
I told him what we were up to and asked if he would
care to participate. He smiled, said that it sounded
real hot and asked if there were any "rules-of-
engagement" or restrictions. I told him that it was an
"anything goes" session and to go enjoy himself. Terry
pulled himself out of the pool and still dripping wet,
walked over to our patio, opened the door and walked
in.
The sun was nice and hot by now and I was very relaxed
soaking it all up. After about 20 minutes or so, some
distinct groans started coming from my patio and my
imagination started painting a picture of Terry
working Paul into a frenzy. I got a hard-on. As I was
enjoying this sexual daydream, Leo came back into the
complex with a big pizza and case of cold beer. He
asked if I wanted some of the pizza and a beer. I said
that I could use something cold just then. Leo glanced
at my rock hard cock and said that maybe I needed
something hot instead. I told him that something hot
was going on at that very moment on my patio and that
his lover was directing the show.
"Should I interrupt him?" Leo asked.
"That's up to you" I replied; "it's open season on
Paul this afternoon and I think you and your lover
could make good use of him - Terry's been in there for
about 20 minutes and I just heard some pretty serious
groaning - better get in there - you can put the pizza
in our oven and the beer in the ice cooler over there
at the edge of the pool."
Leo didn't need any further prodding. He threw me a
beer, slid the rest into the pool's cooler and headed
for the patio door. I lay back again and enjoyed the
cool beer. The afternoon slid by in easy fashion.
Harry, the guy from Boston, came in about a half hour
after Leo. I explained what was going on over on my
patio and invited Harry to go take a look and join in
if he felt like it. He excused himself and said that
he'd take a rain check on the invitation.
My curiosity finally reached a fever pitch (not to
mention my dick that was maintained in its swollen
state by the continuous guttural sounds of carnal heat
seething from my patio). I dove into the pool to cool
off a bit, then swam to the far side near my patio and
pulled myself out. I took the few steps to my patio
gate. When I pulled the gate open, it was difficult to
tell where the body of one sweating hulk left off and
another one began.
Paul had his two legs tied onto the top of the back of
the chaise so that he was bent in the middle and his
asshole fully exposed. Terry was bent over Paul's ass
with a black 9" dildo in his hand working it in and
out of the Marine's hole. Leo was behind Terry holding
onto his thighs and ramming his fat, hard dick in
between the flexed muscular cheeks of his lover's
tight ass. What a sight! Terry was dildo fucking Paul
while getting fucked by his lover.
Leo looked over at me, smiled and said: "I believe
you'll find an open asshole somewhere around
here...why not join us."
I picked up the inflatable/vibrating dildo, coated it
with K-Y and brought it behind Leo's back. I started
playing with his cheeks, slapping and kneading them.
He spread his legs as wide apart as he could while
still ramming his lover - inviting me to explore his
puckered hole further. I fingered his anus, running my
fingers in and out as well as around his rosebud. Leo
was keeping time with my exploration by puckering it
open and closed. I knew he was beyond ready. The head
of the inflatable dildo was big and I took my time
teasing his asshole with it. I told him to point his
toes and "make an O."
He chuckled and complied.
Leo bent forward a bit. His hard cock slipped out of
his lover's bubble butt just as the steady pressure I
was placing on the dildo kissing his anus finally
convinced his sphincter to admit the intrusion. The
big black dildo slid in and Leo arched his back,
plunging his tool roughly into his lover's ass hole. I
fucked Leo for a few minutes, getting him used to the
size and texture of the rubber rod. As I started to
slowly inflate the dildo reaming his ass; Leo finally
pulled free of his lover's ass and started a
synchronous swaying in time with my thrusts.
Terry left the dildo he was using on Paul sticking out
of the Marine's ass while he turned around and started
deep French kissing his partner and working on his
hard tits. I began to vibrate the inflating dildo that
was now fucking Leo's tight ass. He straightened up
and pulled forward reacting to the dildo's squirming
fullness in his gut. Leo couldn't say anything because
Terry had his tongue deep inside his lover's mouth.
When the dildo was inflated as far as I thought
necessary, I handed it to Terry. The blond muscleman
worked the vibrator controls until both it and Leo
were purring. Terry then pulled his mouth from Leo's
lips and knelt before his lover's crotch and started
licking his balls. Whatever he had in mind for his
lover was better than any idea of mine.
I untied Paul's legs and took the dildo out of his ass
replacing it with a fat butt plug that would keep both
his interest and cock up. I went into the room and
took out a thong of untanned rawhide that I had left
soaking in our bathroom sink. It was pliable and semi-
elastic. I wrapped it around Paul's nut sac, squeezing
his nuts to the very bottom until it looked like they
would burst out if I squeezed any further.
I then stretched the remainder of the thong to the
bottom of the chaise and tied it off, stretching
Paul's nuts to the limit. The hot afternoon sun was
directly over Paul now and it wouldn't take too long
for the drying rawhide thong to have the desired
effect. Paul was lying flat on the chaise, legs free
and due to the stretching of his ball sac, his cock
was pointing straight up in the air.
Leo liked what he saw and bent over Paul and started
sucking him off. I moved Leo to the side so that he
wouldn't shadow the rawhide and Terry positioned
himself between Leo's legs still sucking and vibra-
fucking his lover. The vibrator was humming now on the
medium setting and it was starting to drive Leo a
little nuts. Leo was playing Paul's cock slowly;
taking it all the way down his throat on each stroke.
Meanwhile the sun was slowly shrinking the rawhide
thong stretching ever tighter between Paul's legs and
now pulling relentlessly on his hairless, exposed
testicles.
To complete this four-way connection, I put one of
Leo's free hands on one of the bound Marine's nipples
and the other hand on my erect cock. Leo smiled and
started pinching and stroking simultaneously. I was in
position to grab hold of Terry's not too impressive
tool which was very hard even if it wasn't very long
(about 5"). We must have been a sight to see.
Pinching, sucking, stroking, stretching, writhing, and
sweating while we were all getting closer and closer.
It was getting more and more difficult for me to keep
a watchful eye on the rawhide thong, now shrinking
faster as the sun dried it out; which was testing
Paul's stamina and offering a very intense
counterpoint to Leo's impressive cock sucking. Leo
suddenly locked up on my cock, gripping it very hard,
arching his back and gave a cry of release as he
blasted his load down Terry's throat.
Leo and Terry were in sync, which often is the case
between men who know each other's deepest drives. No
sooner had Leo arched his back than I felt Terry's
dick spasm in my hand and erupt. The two lover's
couldn't have been more than a few seconds off from
spontaneous orgasms (all the more impressive because
they weren't exclusively stimulating one another; but
were in the middle of a four man daisy chain). The two
LA lovers ejaculated their cum in unison until they
were both spent.
While Terry deflated the vibrating dildo and was
slipping it out of Leo's ass; I turned all my
attention to Paul and the shrinking rawhide thong
which had now shrunk enough to pull the Marine's
erection from perpendicular to off-center and pointing
now more towards his feet. He was close to being
gelded. There were tears at the sides of his eyes; but
the men of the USMC do not cry "Uncle."...just HOORAH.
I cut the thong with a knife and slowly unwrapped it
from around Paul's ball sac. While I was in the
process of freeing this rawhide POW, Leo had his mouth
back on Paul's throbbing shaft and Terry was sucking
one of the Marine's nipples while gently kneading the
other. Leo had also returned his firm grasp to my
solid penis and was milking me with great expertise.
As I loosened the final rings of the rawhide encasing
Paul's nut sac; a very energetic HOORAH came screaming
from his mouth. As the hot blood rushed back into his
scrotum and bathed his testicles, Paul shot a great
load of "Marine milk" into Leo's mouth, accompanied by
a string of HOORAHs that must have been heard over in
29 Palms.
To my surprise, all of this sexual stimulation took
its course with me also; as Leo stroked me faster and
faster while trying to catch all of Paul's cum; I blew
my load all over Leo's back. When Terry saw this
geyser splattering onto his lover's back, he was right
there to lick it clean. All four of us were now spent
and sweaty; but smiling.
Leo and Terry helped me untie Paul and then we all
headed to the hot tub to enjoy something hot embracing
the outside of our bodies. Terry retrieved the pizza
and we almost finished off the case of beer washing it
down. I haven't had a better "late lunch"! We finished
off the afternoon just lying around and in the pool
getting better acquainted (socially that is).
The four of us agreed to dinner that night at the bar
on Hwy 111 in Cathedral City at 8 PM. Paul and I
stayed by the pool while Terry and Leo went to their
room (which was just off the pool). From the slapping
and moaning that came from their open window; it was
apparent that some very intense action was taking
place off stage. I asked Paul if everything had gone
all right during his afternoon fantasy period.
He just smiled and said: "What do you think, Sir? -
Thank you, very much for all of this." I told him that
it wasn't over just yet. When I mentioned that he
hadn't paid off for his "shooting spree" earlier that
morning (when he had come without my permission) - his
eyes showed some renewed interest. I told him that I
wasn't just fooling around when I told him that his
ejaculations were permitted only on cue. I explained
that it was a part of the structure which we were
operating under during this weekend and that any
infraction was a serious one.
"What should we do about it, Paul?" I asked the naked,
pumped up Marine.
"I understand, Sir. No excuse, Sir."
"My discipline is in your hands, Sir."
I told him that I wanted to show him off that evening
when we went out and asked if he had any problem with
such exhibitionism. I explained that he would be going
out in a "uniform" of my choice and that he could
expect to lose most of that "uniform" later in the
evening. There was the possibility that other Marines
from 29 Palms would be at the bars we would visit.
Paul looked me square in the eyes and said: "My
discipline and use are completely in your hands, Sir."
It was now well past 6 PM. I told the Gunney to go
into the room and shower and to also clean himself out
with the portable shower-shot I had brought along.
After which he was to grease up his cleaned out
asshole and oil down his body with some Kerry lotion.
I stayed out by the pool and lounged for another half
hour. When I entered our room, Paul was standing in
the center of the living room displaying himself,
spread-eagled with his arms clasped behind his neck,
flexing every muscle he had to flex. He was rock hard
from the tip of his head to the head of his cock.
"Ready for inspection, Sir!" was how he greeted me.
He looked like one of those models for the all-male
calendars.
"Bend over from the waist so that your chest is
parallel to the floor, boy!"
Paul responded immediately. I ran my hands over his
back, down the crack of his ass, probing his hole (it
was well greased and clean). I told him to "Recover"
and told him that he had apparently done a good job
getting his body ready. I would make a few adjustments
to the presentation. I got my straight razor and in 6
swipes, Paul's armpits were clean shaven.
"Bend over again, Sgt.," I said and Paul responded
immediately.
I took my time shaving his ass and ass crack clear of
hair. His ass hole stood out now -- loud and clear.
Now it was time for him to get his head ready. I told
him that on his regular USMC uniform he wore 4 stripes
on his arms to indicate his status. 3 up and 1 rocker.
His status tonight would be indicated by the 6 stripes
he'd be displaying on his naked flesh. A physical
reminder that he had broken the "structure" we had
agreed upon earlier that day by shooting without
permission. Paul didn't bat an eye.
All he said was: "Reporting for punishment, Sir."
He was still standing spread-eagled in the center of
the room with his hands still clasped behind his neck.
I took a wide leather belt from my Levis and let him
look it over. I pulled it over his chest, down his
back and between his legs. I told him not to move and
to count out the stripes as they were given to him to
wear. I laid the first one square across his hairless
butt with gusto. The crack of the wide black leather
belt against Paul's flesh made a beautiful sound. It
was well laid on and Paul was equally surprised by the
sound as well as the pain it brought.
"One Sir!" he grunted.
I walked to his left side and placed the second stripe
just below pec level across his chest. Although Paul's
chest hairs blunted the sound and intensity somewhat;
it didn't take long before a very nice wide red stripe
could be clearly seen beneath his pec hairs, running
across his chest.
"Two Sir!"
Stripes 3 and 4 were laid crisscross across Paul's
back from his shoulders down to the kidneys. It made a
very nice red "X" across his back.
"Three Sir!"
"Four Sir!" With an added "Thank you Sir!" that
surprised; but pleased me.
"You're welcome Gunney. I hope the last two meet with
your approval."
Number 5 went across the small of his back and was the
best "crack" yet.
"FIVE Sir!" Paul exhaled with added emphasis.
That one got his attention. The sixth one would be a
moment to remember. I stepped back and aimed squarely
between Paul's spread-eagled legs and let fly. This
was the "Unkindest" crack of all. It landed just where
I had aimed. The belt caught his ass crack then his
nuts and finally Paul's rock hard cock. The tip of the
belt just missed the tip of his cockhead; but it left
its calling card almost up to his belly button.
"Six Sir, Jesus... Thank you SIR!" Paul yelled.
I had to laugh at that one.
"You're very welcome Gunney." I told him to take a
look at himself in the mirrors that almost surrounded
the room.
The stripes were almost like tattoos. Two parallels
across his lower back topped off with an "X" well
defined across his upper back. One easily seen across
his chest just underlining his pecs. The final one was
more difficult to see by very well represented once
you caught a glimpse of it coming up from Paul's
crotch to just below his belly. "That should give you
some status tonight!"
"Yes SIR. They look great and I'll know they're there
throughout the night. Thanks Sir!"
It was time for me to get ready for our evening out. I
took my shower and had Paul tongue me off afterwards
which burnt up the better part of 40 minutes. I didn't
want him to come so we stopped short of climax -- just
barely. I put on my leather pants a white tee shirt
with a Yuvari print on it and my black leather knee
boots. Paul was still naked and I hadn't put anything
out for him.
"Are you ready to go, Marine?"
"AHHHH, yes Sir if you say so"
That's what I wanted to hear. CONFIDENCE!, in himself
and in me.
"Well we'd better cover you up a little bit," I told
him.
I gave him a tight cock ring to put on. While Paul was
fumbling with getting his camel through the eye of a
needle, I laid out a pair of very soft black leather
shorts, white wool socks, his combat boots and a brief
leather vest that matched the shorts. Paul looked hot.
The shorts were SHORT, meaning that they just covered
him. When he sat down his nuts were clearly visible
and the tight cock ring pushed his cock almost
straight out making for a very nice genital basket.
The vest didn't cover much coming down just outside of
his nips so that his entire chest was visible.
"Ready now slave?"
"You bet Sir."
We met Terry and Leo at their room. Leo had a pair of
well-worn Levis on, complimented by a very hot tank
top and finished off with a pair of construction boots
(also well-worn). Terry was a sight in a very tight
black Lycra wrestling singlet. He pulled on a pair of
Levis over the singlet and put on a pair of black
Wellingtons.. Terry noticed Paul's "chest stripe" and
asked if he should ask "why." I said that it was OK
and told Paul to strip so that our two new friends
could see the full set and to tell Leo and Terry what
they signified. Paul immediately stripped of his
leather shorts and vest and displayed himself for
their benefit. "Whew, nice work -- how does it feel
Paul?" Terry asked.
"I'm very proud, Sir" Paul responded.
"Nice cock-ring. Can you breathe?" Leo chuckled.
"Yes Sir, very well, Sir." Paul responded.
Leo motioned Terry to the side of the room and
whispered something to him.
"Great idea," Terry responded.
Leo came up to me and said: "Frank, Terry and I picked
up something in Las Vegas that we'd like to give to
you and Paul -- we can't think of any pair who would
put it to better use."
Terry opened one of their suitcases, retrieved a long
slender box and handed it to me. "With our regards,
gents!" Terry said.
When I saw what it was, I smiled and said: "Thank you
both, that's very thoughtful and I'm sure that Paul
will be especially pleased."
Paul was still in his display position so I walked
over to him, took the contents of the box out and
handed it to him.
"What do you think, slave? Shall we honor our new
friends' gift by having you carry it in you tonight?"
The box contained a moderately long; but very thick
black butt plug.
"I'd be honored, Sir! Thank you, Gentlemen!" was
Paul's genuine reply.
He instinctively bent over at the waist, spread his
legs as wide as he could, pointed his toes inward and
waited for the insertion. Since Terry and Leo had been
thoughtful enough to complete Paul's evening attire, I
thought it entirely appropriate for them to plug him.
"Which of you would like to do the honors?" I asked.
"It was Leo's idea," Terry said. "Besides, I want to
watch this Marine hunk's face as he takes it."
I gave the plug to Leo.
"He's already well-greased-up, Leo so feel free to ram
away.," I said.
Leo took the plug from me and walked around to Paul's
front.
"Suck it, Marine!" he ordered.
Paul had some trouble getting the plug's girth into
his mouth; but he sucked on it until he got it all in.
Leo worked it around in his mouth. When it was good
and slippery from Paul's spit, Leo popped it out of
his mouth and walked around to his exposed and
vulnerable butt hole. Leo wasted no time. He stroked
Paul's crack with the plug twice, stopping at his
anus. Terry put his hands on Paul's naked shoulders
for balance and bent down to look into Paul's face.
Leo seized that moment to ram the plug up Paul's butt
hole in one assertive motion.
"Ahhhhhhhh," Paul screamed out as the plug expanded
his sphincter to its maximum stretch.
"Thank you, Sir," he added when he caught his breath.
"Nice work," I said.
"How does it feel, Gunney."
"Full, Sir, very full!"
We all laughed at Paul's good nature and complimented
him on his taking it like a man. I told Paul to
recover and put his shorts and vest on. When he stood
up straight all dressed (and plugged), there was a
very definite bulge in his crotch. The plug was having
an effect. Good! I thought, very good!! We all left
the Motel, piled into the rented Lincoln and drove to
our first stop. Dinner! Paul was the Chauffeur.
***
When we arrived the small dining room was full so we
opted to go out onto the patio for dinner. Both Terry
and Paul were getting a lot of looks from the patrons
as well as the staff. This bar was the original all
male bar in Palm Springs. Over the many years of its
existence, it had seen just about every display of
masculine pulchritude possible. It always gave off an
aura of appreciation and respect for those men who
chose to display themselves, stripped to their barest
libidos. Paul and Terry's display gained no less
recognition. After a very fine dinner, complimented by
good company and a free bottle of wine from the staff;
the four of us adjourned to the front bar.
Paul asked if he could put his name on the Chalk Board
for a game of pool. I said that if he understood that
he would be playing to uphold the honor and pride of
the USMC as well as to honor the bond we had
established this weekend; that it would be OK. He said
that he understood and that he would play the best
game of pool he had ever played. I gave him a warning
of dire consequences should he fail. We were enjoying
a round of after dinner brandy when Paul's name came
up. He deposited his quarters to retrieve the balls,
racked them up and walked over to pick out a good cue.
Needless to say a lot of male eyes (as well as
imaginations) were turned in his direction. His
opponent was apparently a regular of the bar and came
over to Paul to shake hands. They exchanged a few
words and the other guy broke the rack.
Paul played very well; but so did his opponent. Midway
through the match, Paul asked if he could remove his
vest so that it wouldn't be in his way for a long
shot. I said OK. When he stripped off the vest and
handed it to me there was an audible "OOOOOhhhhhhh"
throughout the now large crowd that had gathered
around the table.
Paul's discipline stripes had taken on a bright, deep
red hue and stood out very well. He leaned across the
table for the shot and picked up his left leg for
better balance. The leather shorts didn't offer much
cover and both of his nuts slipped out into plain
view. The ogling didn't bother Paul. He sank a
difficult shot. They were down to two balls each. Paul
was shooting and sunk the first one, then the second
one. All that remained was for him to sink the eight
ball with a relatively easy side pocket shot. He
missed! Paul looked squarely over to me and with a
smile on his face, winked! His opponent cleared the
board and won the match.
"Nice going, slave," I said.
"I could have won it, Sir," Paul responded as he
returned to my side.
"I lost on purpose! I'll have to earn the Corp's and
your honor and pride back - won't I Sir!"
This wasn't a challenge; but a direct request to be
punished for a willful act of disrespect. "That you
will, shithead -- That you will!" I responded to him.
This muscular, nearly naked Marine was telling me that
so far the weekend had all come too easy and that he
wanted a chance to prove his worth as a man through
willfully assaulting honor and pride. That's why he
had smiled and winked at me just before deliberately
missing his winning shot. He knew that the penance and
retribution that I would meet out would fit the
circumstances. Paul also knew that if he was able to
win back pride and honor through submitting as a man's
man would submit - to whatever punishment I dealt out
- he would then form a stronger bond with me than we
had at this moment.
"You can start earning it right now, shithead -- get
on your knees and clean my boots with your tongue --
right here and now if front of all these gentlemen so
that they can participate in the beginning of your
ordeal to regain the honor and pride you so casually
through away on that pool table!"
Paul dropped immediately and began licking his tongue
around the souls of my knee-highs. The Marine slave
kept it up with enthusiasm until both boots were done.
It took him almost 30 minutes. As many in the bar
watched my slave's debasement, I dribbled some brandy
on each boot whenever he seemed to be going dry in the
mouth. My boots never had a better spit shine. When he
had finished, I bent down and took hold of both tits
and pulled him to his feet.
I worked his nipples hard, twisting, pinching and
pulling. I knew it hurt; but he didn't utter a sound
throughout the 10 min. nipple workout. I pulled him
close to me still holding on tightly to his now very
sore and tender tits.
"You've just started, shithead. That will be your name
- shithead until you prove to me that you're worthy of
regaining a slave name. You're going to do everything
I tell you to do without a moment's hesitation. I'm
not going to play any games with you, shithead. This
is serious. We're trying to repair and rebuild here.
That's going to take work, sweat, pain and focus. I
won't make it easy for you. Do you understand me,
shithead?"
Paul got the message. "Yes, Sir!" he said and
swallowed hard.
"You're not alone in this, shithead!" I said.
To make sure that he understood, I covered his mouth
with mine and kissed him hard and deep for a couple of
minutes - all the time working his tits very hard.
When I had finished, Paul looked at me with moist,
clear eyes and whispered:
"Yes Sir, Thank you Sir for the opportunity!"
With that, our party of four left and headed for a bar
just around the corner.
This popular Hot Spot was getting crowded when we
arrived around 11 PM. After parking the car, Paul
opened the doors for us and stood by my side with head
bowed. I told him to open the trunk; that there was
something in there that I wanted to retrieve. Paul's
eyes went wide for a second because he knew that his
clothes were still locked up there.
Was I going to tell him to get dressed and get lost?
He didn't hesitate but went to the trunk, unlocked it
and stood back waiting for me to come up beside him. I
told Terry and Leo that we would join them inside.
They said OK; but Terry wanted to strip off his Levis
and just wear his singlet and boots into the bar.
He left his Levis with us. They would be safe in the
trunk. Terry looked very hot in this tight, revealing
and scanty costume. It highlighted everything that
should have been highlighted on his body and exposed
all the rest.
When they had departed, I turned to Paul. "Strip!" was
all I said and Paul was almost instantaneously butt-
ass naked. He only had to strip off the leather
shorts; but the speed with which he shucked off his
combat boots and socks was really impressive.
"Retrieve it all and put it into the trunk," I
ordered.
Paul complied and then stood there in the parking lot
behind the Lincoln completely naked except for the
cock right and butt plug.
"Open that leather travel bag over there next to your
things," I said.
In the bag was an assortment of leather / S&M oriented
objects.
"Take that studded collar and put it around your neck,
shithead."
"Yes, Sir!" Paul responded and retrieved the collar
putting it around his neck.
I took out a lock and locked it in place. It fit
perfectly.
"Now give me one of those leather thongs." I took the
2 foot thong from Paul.
"Spread your legs, shithead."
Paul complied.
I squatted down in front of him and began to fashion a
ball separator and nut stretcher out of the thong. The
cock ring that Paul had on pushed his genitals out so
that adding the thong harness really restricted his
organs to a max-stretched out and separated state. As
I was tying the thong into place another car drove
into the parking lot. The two guys parked the car, got
out and came over to see what was going on. Paul
didn't flinch or pull back one bit from this obviously
embarrassing exhibition.
"Nice evening, Huh?" One of them said.
I replied: "Very nice, indeed. I'm just squaring this
shithead slave away before we go in - hope it doesn't
offend ya."
"Not at all, man. Looks good from here -- lucky slave
to have someone care that much about him. See ya
inside. My name's Tony and my lover's name is Chris."
I shook their hands and introduced Paul who shook
hands too with no embarrassment whatsoever at his
nakedness or vulnerability. I finished up the thong
harness and squeezed his nuts a few times to make sure
that everything was stretched out good and tight.
"Now, in that zippered case you'll find a studded
black leather posing strap. Get it and hand it to me."
Paul unzipped the case and found the object I wanted.
He handed it to me. It was a very soft black leather
posing strap with an adjustable leather thong to
secure it. The pouch was covered in star shaped steel
studs.
"You're going to be a star tonight, shithead. Put this
on!"
As soon as Paul had the strap in place, I tightened up
the thong holding it in place so as to make sure that
the butt plug was held firmly in place. I wanted the
whole get-up to provide a tight fit in order to set
off Paul's bound genitals. There was also an added
torture waiting for Paul in the pouch's lining.
He had quite a surprise when I tightened up the thong.
I hadn't told him that three prongs on each of the
star studs had been left open and were waiting to stab
into whatever was placed inside the strap. There were
about 50 or so sharp prongs inside that handsome
leather strap just waiting to caress Paul's tender and
tightly stretched balls and cock. He gasped in a
chestful of air when I tightened it up.
"You'll find that as you move around tonight, this
little black strap will be constantly torturing your
worthless cock and balls, shithead!"
"Thank you Sir, for the challenge!" was Paul's
acceptance.
"They won't cut into you - just prick you constantly -
they only cut if someone should try to feel you up -
like this!" I grasped Paul's pouch and gently
squeezed. "AAAAHHHHHH, Sir, Yes Sir, Thank you Sir."
was all Paul could gasp out in response.
I told Paul to do five deep knee bends so that I could
make sure that the dildo rammed up his butt would be
held in place by the thong. It was well anchored and
the exercises moved Paul's cock and balls around
inside of his "pouch from hell" so that he gritted his
teeth and moaned.
"Good, everything is in place," I said. "Whenever you
want to wimp-out on me, shithead, just tell me and
I'll replace that little pouch. The trick is that you
won't know what I'll replace it with. Maybe something
worse, maybe with your own clothes. Do you understand
my meaning, shithead?"
Paul looked me squarely in the eye and with a very
sincere as well as a very strong resolve said:
"Yes Sir, it's on till you take it off or replace it
with whatever you think best SIR!"
Since California has this strange law about
prohibiting bare feet in bars, I gave Paul a pair of
black leather Indian moccasins to put on his feet. I
slipped a black leather hood over his head with eye,
nose and mouth openings only. I finished off Paul's
costume by hooking up a black leather leash to his
collar and leading him into the bar. We made an
entrance!
Throughout the evening, Paul stood straight, shoulders
squared and walked with the authority of a Marine
(enduring the gnawing and pricking of his cock and
balls by the prongs). No one would have known the very
real pain and discomfort he was in. I unhooked his
leash when we got to the back bar and fastened it on
my left side, through a belt loop. We found Terry and
Leo on the back patio.
They had run into some friends from LA and introduced
us around. Tony and Chris (from the parking lot
encounter) came up too and joined what was now a
substantial mass of men in Leather, Levis and skin.
Terry and Paul were attracting a lot of attention.
Terry was more muscular and defined than Paul; but
Paul was a sight to behold. His butt plug was visible
to the knowledgeable and his near nakedness was well
appreciated by everyone who took in his action. His
full head leather hood also heightened the air of
mystery about him. There were a few gropes (as I had
hoped there would be) which got the proper response of
tightened muscles and a faint groan; but that was all
Paul would admit to. He held up very well. That is
until Terry suggested that we get into the music and
dance.
I thought that was an excellent idea and motioned Paul
to come out onto the floor with me. He walked straight
out to meet me. We gyrated and jiggled, thrust and
bumped for about an hour. Paul's hide was covered in a
very healthy sweat. I knew his crotch was drenched in
sweat too and that the abrasions were getting a little
extra bight from the salt in that sweat. There was no
audible indication throughout the dancing that with
every jiggle or thrust he was rasping his nuts and
cock across a score of steel teeth. He gave it his
all.
I had to admit, Paul was earning my respect and
establishing a tight bond. Finally, I needed the
coolness of the back patio. We left the dance floor. I
took Paul into my arms and pressed my body tightly
next to his turning him around from front to back to
front again. I was absorbing his sweat and letting him
know that I appreciated what he was doing. I poked my
tongue through the hood's mouth slit and gave him
another deep kiss while holding his crotch sack. I
squeezed just hard enough to let him know that I was
there.
"You're doing just fine, boy! You're not -shithead-
anymore, boy. Keep it up and we'll be tight in no
time."
Paul's eyes glistened through the black leather hood's
eye slits. He looked genuinely moved and showed the
rebirth of the pride and honor that we were attempting
to reconstruct through his ordeal. He laid his head on
my chest and said: "You don't know what this means to
me, Sir. I'm in your debt. Thank you, Sir."
I gave him the keys to the car and told him to go out
and open up the trunk. He'd find a towel to dry
himself off with. He was also to strip off his hood
and spiked crotch prison and pick out whatever he felt
appropriate to wear. He acknowledged and asked I
wanted anything from the bar before I left. I ordered
two beers. Paul retrieved the beers and left for the
parking lot.
Terry came over and asked if there was anything wrong.
I said no, and then Terry wondered if Paul should go
to the parking lot alone looking like a sweaty
gladiator just out of the Arena. There were a lot of
wolves out on the prowl. Good point. I asked if Terry
would mind keeping an eye on him and he said that he'd
like to and followed Paul out into the parking lot.
Fifteen minutes later, Paul and Terry returned to the
back patio. Paul had replace his hood and prickly
posing pouch with a plain white jock. He was carrying
a towel and something else that I couldn't make out.
The surprise was Terry. He had taken off his singlet
and was now wearing the posing pouch which Paul had
just vacated. He was getting the full effect on his
balls and cock. I laughed when they got to us on the
patio.
"Great idea -- who suggested it Paul or you, Terry?"
"I did," Leo said.
"Something about that pouch that's a real turn on. You
look great, baby." Leo said to his lover.
"How does it fit, Terry, see any stars yet?" I
inquired with a slap to his crotch. "AAAAAAHHHHHH -
real sharp, thank you. Yes I see those stars now!"
Terry responded backing up.
He looked over at Paul and said: "I can't believe you
wore this little nightmare all night and danced in it
too. Jesus!"
Leo looked puzzled and asked "What's going on - I
don't get it!"
I suggested that Leo grope his lover and it would
become clear. Leo started towards Terry and Terry
started backing up towards the other end of the patio
and said:
"No, baby - no groping - Just come over here and I'll
show you the secret charm of this little number which
our friend Paul over there wore all night. You won't
believe it!"
"I love it" was Leo's response when Terry pulled the
front of the pouch out so that his mate had a good
look inside. When Leo had fingered some of the sharp
prongs, he looked at Terry and suggested:
"You ought to do one of your posing routines for us in
that -- how about it Big Boy?" "Yea, Yea -- show it
off, Terry!" was Paul's contribution.
I just laughed.
"Well OK, USMC, if you can do it for a couple of
hours, I can do it for a posing routine."
Tony and Chris got some chairs together and put a flat
board on top for a stage. While this was taking place
I asked Paul if there had been any cuts on his dick or
nuts. He pulled down the jock he was wearing so that I
could inspect his still tightly bound genitals.
"No Sir. Nothing serious. A few pricks broke the
surface; but as you can see no serious bleeding. There
was one little spot on the inside of the pouch; but I
think it was an old stain not from me."
I confirmed his supposition and told him to spread his
legs so that I could undo the thong I had tied around
his cock and balls. He complied and in a minute or two
he was free from the thong. The blood rushing back
into his crotch produced a sharp pain that elicited a
gasp from Paul; but it also produced a raging hard or
that he couldn't hide very well with his jock. Terry
was already up on the impromptu stage and posing.
Accompanied with a few "Ouchs," "Ows" and "Ah fucks"
he did a good job of showing himself off (which was
impressive) to the crowd. He finished the show by
yelling:
"This thing is too much, here Paul, take it back --
more power to you!" Terry said as he stripped the
pouch off and tossed it back to Paul. Terry finished
his posing demo in the raw, and a very impressive show
it was. He had a very buffed out and well-defined
physique and the combination of this muscle man
displaying himself for everyone and doing it butt
naked brought the house down. As Terry finished, Paul
took the towel he had brought in from the car and
first wiped the sweat off of me from the evenings'
activities and then took the towel up to Terry so that
he could cover himself and save the bar's management
from any problems from the vice squad.
When Paul returned from the stage, he had in his hand
what I had been unable to see when he came back from
the parking lot. It was a black leather full torso
harness. It had a crotch attachment that included an
attached dildo that was fatter and longer than the
considerable one Paul had been carrying all night.
"Sir, you asked me to bring back whatever I thought
appropriate. Well this jock was just to get into the
bar with. This is really what I'd feel most proud to
wear for you" Paul handed me the harness.
I called out to Terry to join us. "Nice show, Terry.
Paul has asked me to insert a more challenging plug
into his ass and since Leo put your gift into him, I
thought it appropriate for you to pull it out."
"My pleasure" Terry said and turned to Paul. "Care to
join me in the men's room, little man?"
"After you, Muscleman!" was Paul's reply as they both
headed for the men's room.
Once in the tiny men's room, Terry commanded Paul to:
"Bend over, boy and spread 'em." Paul complied and
Terry took hold of the butt plug and started playing
it around inside of Paul's ass. He had Paul moaning
heavily when he started to slowly pull it out. He got
it out to where the nub was about to pass Paul's
sphincter and then shoved it back in. Terry really
enjoyed Paul's reaction of grunts, groans to this
session of impromptu ass hole calisthenics. He kept
the almost out -- rammed back in motion up for a few
moments until Paul was nearly crazed by this long
dormant mass now fucking him.
Then at just the right moment, Terry pulled the butt
plug straight out accompanied with a big, gulping
suction sound. Paul stayed bent over until Terry told
him to recover. His jock was stretched straight out
from his crotch indicating a raging hard-on and was
also soaked with pre-cum. They were back with us in
the back patio in just a few moments. Terry waving the
fat, black dildo over his head like a trophy. "Did you
shoot, boy?" I asked Paul.
"God Sir, it was hard but I held it!"
I could tell from the size of his jock stretch that he
was still just on the edge of a climax. "Careful now,
boy; you've done just fine up to now. Don't lose it.
Hold it till I tell you!"
"Yes Sir" Paul responded.
Terry gave Paul a big kiss and handed him the butt
plug that up until a few moments ago had been his
asshole's constant companion for the evening.
"You've got a good man there, Frank." Terry said to
me.
I let Paul recover for a few moments.
"How are feeling, boy?" I asked.
"However you want me to feel, Sir." was Paul's reply.
"I want you to feel full, boy -- come over here." Paul
came up close to me.
I started putting him into the harness. It took only a
few moments until I was arranging the crotch piece and
adjusting its tightness.
Terry, Leo, Chris and Tony formed a circle around Paul
and I so that I could arrange his cock and balls with
some privacy from the crowd on the back patio.
"Bend over, boy and spread em!"
When Paul was bent and spread, I pulled the jock down
around his ankles and then examined his ass hole.
Still moist and well-greased -- that other plug must
have worked him just right. I turned Paul around and
stood him up so that I could fit his cock and balls
into the harness' cock ring and ball spreader. It was
a simpler device than the leather thong which Paul had
been restricted in all night; but it was just as tight
and severe. I turned him around and told him to bend
over.
I had Paul suck on the new butt plug for a few moments
and then hand it to me through his spread-eagled legs.
I massaged his hole with the new larger plug and
started a steady pressure on it to begin the process
of ramming it home. Paul groaned and grunted till I
told him to shut up -- then there was silence -- not a
peep from the Marine.
It took a few moments of effort and Paul was sweating
heavily again; but the plug finally began to enter
Paul's anus and with a few extra pushes, it slid in
all the way to the hilt. Paul straightened out his
back; but remained bent at the waist. I locked his new
ass hole tormentor into place in the harness. I told
Paul to recover.
When he stood up Paul's cock was rock hard. I told him
to step out of the jock. It would be useless to
contain this huge erection. The combination of the
tight cock ring and ball separator in conjunction with
the wider, deeper seated butt plug produced an
enormous erection for Paul. I knew that this
particular body harness would sustain his sexual peak
for a longer time than normal harnesses permitted. Its
tightness was also designed to deny its wearer a
climax.
I think Paul had an inkling of that too. He didn't
know that there was an attachment back in the trunk of
the car that would send an electrical stimulus to his
prostate through the butt plug and arouse him
involuntarily whenever I wanted him sufficiently hot.
It would drive him to a point where he would do
anything for a sexual climax.
The front of the harness had a small cod piece that
attached to the cock-ring so that the wearers cock and
balls were covered -- just barely. With some effort, I
tugged at both the cod piece and my slave's gigantic
cock; but eventually was able to get the cod piece
into place and stood back to admire the man and the
harness. The codpiece looked more like a condom
stretched to its' breaking point than a genital cup.
I'd finished Paul's new costume just as the bartenders
were yelling out "last call." Paul and I joined the
mass exodus from the patio. When Paul and I reached
the car, Terry and Leo were waiting for us. They told
us that a few of the men we had met in the bar would
be joining us at the Motel for a little Hot Tubing and
"whatever."
Paul wasn't the least bit self-conscious driving
through Cathedral City and Palm Springs in his
harness. He said that he liked the feel of the leather
seats on his plugged ass. When we reached the Motel,
Paul opened the trunk so that Terry could retrieve his
singlet and Levis. Tony and Chris were waiting at the
locked gate. We all went in and those who were still
clothed, stripped down and got into the Hot Tub (which
was big enough for about 10 men.)
It cools off dramatically in the desert at night, even
in the summer and the hot jets of water playing over
my body would feel great. Terry slipped into a pair of
shorts and went out to a 7/11 for some beer and
munchies. Paul was standing, as a good Marine should,
at parade rest in front of the gate to our patio.
"Your night isn't over yet, boy!" I told him as I went
into our suite to retrieve a few pieces of equipment
that would add some zest to Paul's upcoming ordeal. I
stripped down in the bedroom, retrieved a pool towel
and the implements I wanted and returned to the pool
area. The fence that surrounded the compound was of
solid red-wood up to a height of some 8 feet and then
was topped off with a 1 foot lattice.
It was well built. I motioned Paul to join me over at
that portion of the fence behind the Hot Tub. I
secured two fleece-lined, leather restraint cuffs to
his wrists and two similar cuffs to his ankles. There
were two solid support posts about six feet apart
which were just perfect for securing Paul spread-
eagled against the fence. I stretched and secured his
arms and legs by tying leather straps to the cuffs and
then tying them off onto the posts. Paul was stretched
and secured and vulnerable.
I had also retrieved the electrical stimulator
apparatus for the butt plug. It was a simple
connection, attaching at the base of the plug. Ample
power was supplied by two nine volt batteries
connected to a rheostat which allowed an infinite
selection of power surges to be generated through the
plug and into Paul's ass - most notably to his
prostate. It would prod him into an erection whenever
the operator wanted.
The compact control box also had a vibrating function
as well as a neat little function that enlarged and
shrunk the shaft and head of the plug at varying rates
of speed. The whole setup had cost me a substantial
chunk of money when I had it constructed by an
electronic wizard (with a wry sense of humor) in New
York City.
It had only been utilized once before at a
demonstration at the Mineshaft so that I could get
used to its' operation. The apparatus took all
voluntary control of a man's sexual stimulation away
from the individual and placed it in the hands of
whoever operated the controls. It would stimulate,
fuck, arouse and punish whoever was attached to its'
controls. Paul was attached and I was at the controls.
I announced to the men present that Paul had willfully
transgressed against the bonds and environment that we
had set up and that he had been undergoing varying
punishment ordeals throughout the evening. It was now
time for him to show all present what he was made of,
how much he regretted his bad behavior and how deeply
he wanted to regain the honor and pride he had
disgraced. I gave a brief description of how Paul was
restrained and attached to the device. I gave them a
brief demonstration of the ample power of the
stimulator stuck up his ass by giving Paul a quick
jolt. He involuntarily jumped in his bonds, tensing
and flexing every muscle in his body. What a show!
Everyone was impressed.
I turned to Paul and said: "Boy, earlier today, you
shot-off for yourself without my permission. I told
you then that you would come for me later. This is the
time. However, you won't be able to control your
stimulation, arousal or climax -- I will! Whatever
else occurs to you in the next few hours is an
opportunity for you to show me how much you want to
regain you honor and pride as a man, as a Marine and
as my man's man."
I explained to the rest of the men that the object of
this ordeal would not be to subject Paul to any
electro-torture; but rather to continually and at
random arouse him to the peak of male sexual
eroticism. I wanted to make him climax as many times
as possible. I wanted him involuntarily milked dry.
They could stimulate him any way they wanted -- with
or without this machine intruding into his asshole.
Terry returned just as I was about to begin the first
demo of the machine's power, so we all had cold beer,
a hot tub and a hot man about to endure his ordeal.
All eyes were on Paul's stretched-out physique
awaiting his reactions as I began to navigate the
electrical stimuli inside his butt. Slowly and surely
I increased the electrical stimulation of his prostate
until his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. Paul
was writhing in his bondage and working up a sweat. I
kept the stimulation up while slowly engaging the
plugs vibrating and enlarging functions.
Paul was moaning and groaning, squirming and
thrusting. He couldn't control himself or his
reactions to this foreign operator. It was an
incredibly stimulating sight for all of us. We were
all rock hard watching this Marine hunk being brought
to an artificially induced climax.
Chris leaned over to me and asked: "Can you hold him
there for a minute, I've got something that would be
just right."
"Certainly," I said -- "go for it."
Chris hopped out of the Hot Tub and went out to his
car (sporting an very nice 9" erection). He returned
in just a minute with two alligator tit clamps each
with a half-pound weight attached. He asked if it was
OK to attach them to Paul's tits. I said definitely.
Paul hadn't noticed anyone for the past five minutes.
His eyes were closed and he was deep inside himself
experiencing this new intense stimulation over which
he had no control. When Chris started sucking on his
nipples, Paul opened his eyes and took in this crowd
of men all getting off on his ordeal. He looked over
at me and smiled.
"How am I doing, Sir?"
"Just fine, boy, just fine!"
Chris had worked Paul's tits to full hardness and now
laid his mouth over Paul's and started deep kissing
him. As Chris had Paul slobbering for more kissing, he
slowly brought his hands down to Paul's hairless left
tit. Chris worked it between his fingers while still
keeping Paul's mouth occupied and without any warning
clamped the alligator clamp onto the sensitive nipple.
I could see Paul jump and hear a muffled moan; but
Chris kept his mouth over Paul's continuing to deep
kiss him. To heighten the sensation, I gave Paul
another quick jolt and increased the vibrations on his
prostate.
Paul was swinging his head back and forth so Chris
stopped the kissing and just paid attention to
preparing Paul's right tit to receive its nasty
tormentor. Chris put the tit clamp right in front of
Paul's face so he could see what was about to bite
into his right nipple. Chris opened and closed the
clamp showing its teeth in a chomping motion. He moved
it down Paul's chest and toyed with his right tit for
a few seconds before placing the heavy duty clamp
squarely on Paul's right nipple.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" was all Paul could scream out.
I increased the entire anal stimulation so that Paul
was swinging in his bonds. Now every time Paul moved,
the tit clamps bit into his tender nipples so that he
was torn between the ecstasy in his ass and the
torment on his chest. I kept this "Black Ballet"
increasing in intensity until Paul's physiology took
over and he heaved in an involuntary climax.
Waves of milky white cum blasted out of his nuts and
erupted from his pulsating solid penis. Paul was
dripping wet with sex sweat, his chest pounding with
sexual eroticism and his empty cock still contracting
in the act of ejaculation. I turned the controls down
to a soft purr, put them on a table and walked up to
Paul.
"That was mine, Gunney! - you won't cum again without
my permission will you?"
When Paul heard the word "Gunney." he almost burst out
of his bondage, "Oh Man, Thank you, Sir. No Sir, I
won't cum again without your permission. I'm all
yours, Sir! Thank you Sir!"
I embraced his taut form and kissed him.
"Your evening isn't over yet, Sgt. I'm going to let
any of these men who want do whatever he has a mind to
with you -- and YOU WILL PERFORM LIKE MY MAN AND A
MARINE! Understood?"
"Understood, Sir. Thank you Sir. I won't let US down"
Paul responded accentuating the "US."
"One more thing, Gunney -- I want these men to milk
you dry so feel free to blast your nuts off whenever
you need to."
"I appreciate that Sir, Thank you , Sir."
I returned to the Hot Tub. Well, Gentlemen, he's all
yours.
Anything within reason -- just remember I want him
milked dry! That was the only prodding that I needed
to give. Tony and Chris were out of the Tub in no time
flat and both licking Paul's sweat and stroking his
body. Chris removed the tit clamps to an accompanying
cry of relief from Paul. Tony took the left tit and
Chris the right one -- both sucking, licking, chewing
and nipping at will. Leo and Terry joined them,
choosing to stimulate the lower areas of Paul's body.
Leo took Paul's flaccid cock into his mouth and
started sucking while Terry retrieved the control box
and while manipulating the controls got underneath
Leo, between Paul's legs and started licking and
sucking on his nuts. It didn't take very long before
Paul was up and running again. The attention of these
four men and the machine couldn't be denied. Paul gave
out a deep, throaty "HOORAH" and let go his second
load in just under 15 minutes.
Leo caught the goodies and swallowed the cum. Terry
wasn't too pleased with that so he gave Paul a very
sharp and intense jolt of electricity up his ass which
forced him to buck forward and almost impale Leo on
his throbbing cock. We all laughed.
The control box got a good workout for the next hour
and a half. The other guys brought Paul to climax nine
times. By the time Paul reached his seventh climax, he
was begging us to stop the agony. Even the slightest
touch to his nipples or, worse yet, his cock and balls
brought extreme discomfort to the sweat drenched
warrior.
The Marine was spent; but still his body couldn't
resist the arousing stimulation of the machine. His
last two ejaculations were dry; but nonetheless full
powered. His cock and nuts were spasming and
contracting; but Paul's well was dry. He was crying
unashamedly now to be taken down, so Terry and I
released him from his bondage and brought him to the
hot tub in our arms.
I took off the harness and pulled the butt plug out of
his ass. Paul was wobbly to be sure. We helped him
into the hot tub and gave him a first class rubdown --
and three cold beers! "Welcome back, Gunney.!" I said.
"What a trip, Sir! Am I back in your good graces,
Sir?" Paul responded.
"Relax, Paul, you're back!" It was now almost 5 AM and
most of
the participants
had gone their separate ways. Terry and Leo excused
themselves and after big juicy kisses and bear hugs
all around they stumbled off to their room. Paul and I
were alone. "How are you doing, Marine?"
"Just fine, Sir -- a little bushed, but really more
stoked than anything. Thank you, Sir for everything
you did for me this weekend."
"My pleasure, Paul!"
We floated around in the pool for about a half hour --
hugging, kissing and holding each other close by.
"How about one last bare-ass jog, Sgt.? There's just
about enough time to get a mile in. Are you game?"
"Lead the way, Sir." was all Paul replied.
There would be one last exercise for this Marine. I
tied a leather thong around his cock and balls, then
crisscrossed it around his nut-sac to separate his
balls, wound it down his nut sac to stretch his balls
to the end and finally secured a 5# weight at the end.
"Let's go, Paul!"
I slipped on a pair of Speedos that someone had left
by the pool and as a final gesture, hooked the black
leather leash to the leather thong encircling Paul's
genitals and we were out the gate. I got on the bike
and led him down the street at a trot, the 5# weight
swinging freely between his hefty thighs as he jogged.
I had hoped that there would be at least one person
out and about to catch a glimpse of this sight; but no
such luck. 20 minutes later, we were back at the
Motel.
"Good boy," I said.
"Thank you, Sir. That was an experience, Sir. Marine
Corps PT will never be the same." I undid the leather
thong and releasing the 5# weight and Paul and I both
dove into the pool to cool off and relax. We floated
around till the dawn crept over the fence.
"I think we both could use a little shut-eye; let's
hit the sack for a few hours."
"Sounds good to me, Sir."
We both slipped out of the pool, toweled off and went
into our bedroom. There were a few kisses and hugs
before we both fell asleep. Our naked bodies entwined.
Paul and I slept deeply until just after noon. Paul
stirred first and gently got himself out of bed. He
went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. He
cleaned himself up -- inside and out. He took special
care to shave those parts of his body that I had
shaved during the weekend. After passing the water out
of his bowels from his douching, he greased himself up
and quietly returned to our bed. He put his arms
around me and gave me a big hug that woke me up.
"Good morning, Sir, how did you sleep," he said.
All I did was to turn into him, moan and give him a
deep kiss. I felt his still damp body and explored all
the shaved areas ending with my index finger up his
ass.
"Good boy, Gunney -- by the feel of things, you've
been busy getting yourself ready for a brand new day."
"I wanted to be ready for whatever you wanted, when
you woke up, Sir."
"I'll bet your ass feels empty without some big plug
shoved up there, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Sir, now that you mention it, I do have a
feeling that something big is missing."
"Well, let's not let all your preparations go to
waste, Gunney; get down there between my legs and see
if you can arouse my dick sufficiently to satisfy that
vacant asshole of yours!"
Paul was between my legs in an instant; his wet, warm
mouth encasing my still limp dick. He started
inserting his tongue between the head of my dick and
the foreskin. Paul then started a slow rotating
motion, drawing his tongue all the way around my
cockhead while keeping it between my foreskin and
head. It felt great. In no time, I was beginning to
respond and Paul took his tongue from administering to
my cockhead to licking up and down the shaft. He
alternated this shaft licking with nibbling on my
foreskin. The combination was erotic as hell and soon
had me fully extended. Paul finished off this foreplay
with a few deep throat swallows. We were both ready.
"Go over to that black leather gym bag and retrieve
four of the 1 inch wide soft black leather thongs."
Paul jumped off the bed and went to the bag where he
found the straps I wanted. Stimulating my cock had
produced a raging erection on Paul too.
"Is this what you wanted, Sir," Paul asked while
holding up the four strips for me to see.
"They're the ones. Bring them over to me Paul."
Paul handed them to me, then he went to the foot of
the bed and stood at Parade Rest.
"On your back, on the bed, boy." I ordered.
Paul laid down belly and hard-on up. I took the straps
around to the foot of the bed so that I was facing the
prone, worked up Marine.
"Sit up, knees bent."
Paul sat up and bent his knees. I took his left arm
and tied it to his left leg -- wrist to ankle and
elbow to knee. I repeated the same scenario on his
right arm and leg. Paul was secured now. It was a
rocking chair position. If I wanted him on his back I
just pushed him backward and he would fall into a
ready-to-fuck position with his legs spread and up.
His asshole was wide open. If I wanted him to suck my
cock, I used his tits to pull him forward and he was
right in position to take my now rock hard dick into
his mouth and down his throat. Whatever I wanted, Paul
was hamstrung into position by these leather straps
securing his arms and legs.
"Looking good, Marine."
"Thank you, Sir; I'm feeling good and hot."
"Let's test this little device out." I said.
I picked up a pair of the Jap tit clamps that had a
chain attached and fixed them onto Paul's hard
nipples. He was groaning already. This Gunny was
ready!
I pushed him back and Paul fell into place. Legs
spread. Arms secured. Butt hole exposed. I pulled his
legs forward in order to position his butt on the end
of the bed so that I'd have a better avenue of thrust
for my penis to ram its thick head and 8 inch shaft
home. I took hold of the tit clamp chain and started a
very slow but steady insertion. I pulled on the tit
clamp chain like a rein. Pulling out from Paul's chest
as my cock was slowly swallowed by his hot, greased
man-hole. Once in I started a steady motion in and out
motion; increasing in intensity until Paul was
groaning his "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH's" louder and louder.
"Oh! Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard, Sir. Let me have it
all, Sir." was Paul's comment on the whole scene.
I fucked my Marine, weekend slave boy hard and fast
until I was on the brink of exploding. Paul was sex
crazy by this point. His ass was grabbing my cock with
every out stroke and sucking with every in stroke. He
was milking me with his ass hole muscles. Good man!
I pulled completely out and then rammed my throbbing
hard-on back into Paul's gaping hole. I did this five
or six times and then stayed out. I pushed Paul back
on the bed and then pulled him up by his tits. The
clamps held and provided a very painful and effective
transition tool. Paul was sitting up now, my still
throbbing cock right in his face.
"You're going to take this load down your throat, boy,
not up your ass." "Suck it," I ordered.
Paul was on my erect penis in an instant. He was deep
throating it for all he was worth. His asshole muscles
were now replaced with his throat muscles. His throat
did just as expert a job at milking me as his asshole
had done. I was using the tit clamps to encourage him.
Paul didn't need that much encouragement. He wanted my
load. I was on the verge of exploding in no time flat.
I straightened up and rammed my dick into Paul's
throat and burst a load of hot cum from the base of my
nuts up through my shaft and out through my piss slit.
Paul swallowed in unison to the spasms and consumed
every bit of my climax. We were both heaving and
sweating. Paul kept my cock in his mouth and worked
every drop of my cum out. It felt as if he were going
to suck my two nuts out through my cock. It was an
incredible way to start this new day together.
We disengaged and I untied Paul. We both collapsed
onto the bed and half wrestled, half embraced each
other for the next few minutes. Both of us came down
together.
"I need a shower, Gunney; go in there and get it ready
for me. You'll be joining me."
"Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!" Paul said as he got up
from our bed and went into the bathroom to get things
ready.
I lay there on the bed for a few moments just relaxing
and feeling stoked.
"Your shower and shower slave are ready for you, Sir"
came from the bathroom.
I was out of the bed and into the steamy bathroom in
an instant.
Paul had oiled himself up and was standing in the
middle of a large four man shower in his inspection
position. The hot shower water was bouncing off his
chest, abs and crotch.
"Ready for inspection, Sir." was Paul's greeting.
"I've already inspected you Gunney and you passed.
What's all this oil shit?" I asked.
"Excuse me Sir, but this shower slave thought that you
might like a little posing routine to start off you
bath."
"You're excused, boy, I like your initiative.
Execute!" I said as I stepped in to join Paul in the
steamy shower. Paul took up a position in the back
corner of the shower stall (actually it was almost
another room in itself) and began his flexing routine.
He showed off every muscle group he could think of.
Flexing and bending his body to show off every inch of
his physique for me. I was standing in the middle of
the shower taking all of this in while beginning to
lather myself up. The shower was equipped with a hand
held massager, which jetted out the water in different
intensities and impulses.
I took it off the wall and began to play different
streams of water over Paul's body as he posed. I put
the massager on pulse and turned up the intensity and
kept it aimed squarely on Paul's nuts and very hard
cock. Playing the intense water pulses up and down his
cock shaft, around his cockhead, into his piss slit,
and finally bouncing off his. Paul didn't miss a beat
in his posing; but the water J/O was having its
effect.
"Secure from your routine, Gunney," I ordered.
Paul stopped and assumed a Parade Rest stance.
"Turn around and bend over."
Paul obeyed instantly. I took a shower shot from off
the wall and inserted the bulb up Paul's ass.
"You can start posing again, Gunney; but this time I
want you to retain that water douche bulb up your ass
until I say it's OK to take it out. Understand!"
"Yes, Sir," was Paul's reply. His dick started to
deflate as I began a very slow stream of hot water up
his asshole.
I filled him to just short of capacity so that he
would be able to function for the rest of our shower.
"You can secure from the posing boy and start with my
shower.
Just one thing, don't lose a drop of that ass water I
put in you."
"Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir."
Paul got the soap and started lathering me up. He used
his body as the washcloth to rub the soap around. He
took his time and did a fine job of not only getting
me cleaned up but also aroused to full erection. Paul
took special care with the cleaning of my penis. He
put the shower massager on the same pulsating motion I
had used on him; but he started with the lowest
intensity and increased up from there. He put the
water jet between my cock head and foreskin (which was
already stretched tight due to my hard-on) and worked
the pulsating water around and around my cock head.
He then directed the water stream into my piss slit
and then down my shaft and around my balls. He kept
this action up at increasing water intensity until he
had me on the verge of shooting another load. Paul
judged where his arousal had taken me and swallowed my
cock in one gulp. He yanked once on my and I exploded
a second load of cum into his throat.
"Thank you, Sir," he said and winked at me.
I picked him up and we embraced and deep throated each
other while the hot water fell over our bodies. After
rinsing me off, Paul started licking and sucking all
the water from my skin. He lingered on my most
erogenous places. By the time he had finished "drying"
my nipples, I was hard again. He finished drying every
inch of my body off by playing with my asshole. He
really got me hot.
"Does Sir want to get his asshole cleaned out too?"
Paul asked.
"You bet Paul. Stick that shower shot up there and
douche me out!" I commanded.
"With pleasure, Sir." Paul said as he retrieved the
shower shot and after lubricating my hole with his
tongue, pushed the bulb's nozzle up my ass. He started
the stream of water into me and got me full in no
time. We were both heavy with a gut full of ass-water.
Our cocks were now both at full raging extension and
we were both in the clutches of a very high energy sex
dynamo.
"First one to lose his water gets his ass whipped" I
challenged Paul.
"I'm cramping already, Sir; but whatever you say!"
Paul replied.
I tossed Paul a towel and he dried himself off.
"Follow me, it's time for some morning PT."
"Yes, Sir, I'm right behind you, Sir." Paul said as he
followed me out the door onto our small private patio.
I started with a dozen pushups which Paul had no
trouble in following. Then I started to do twenty
jumping jacks. This put a lot of pressure on our guts
whenever we spread our legs; but we each held our
water. Now for the real test -- deep knee bends. I
started with the knee bends and when we had reached
#6, I felt the telltale rivulet of liquid running down
my inner thigh. Paul had two bigger ones running down
each of his inner thighs. "Looks like one of us is
about to lose, doesn't it boy?" I asked.
"Not this Marine!" Paul challenged.
We finished off 20 of the deep knee bends and each
lost a little water; but we were pretty much holding
our own.
"OK run in place, Marine," I said as I picked up my
legs to start a run in place.
"Knees to your tits, Marine!" I ordered.
We had both done about 2 or 3 minutes of this exercise
when we reached our limit of holding in our ass-water.
We both exploded almost in unison, although Paul
started losing it just before I joined in. We aimed
our asses at the flower garden and gave them a
watering and fertilizing all at once.
"Looks like a tie to me Gunney" I said.
"Whatever you say, Sir." Paul responded.
"Let's go check out the pool," I said.
"Right behind you, Sir."
We opened our patio's gate to find Terry already
floating around the pool on one of the rafts. There
was no one else in sight. Terry was oiled up and
stretched out catching the sun on as much of his
physique as possible. He hadn't noticed Paul and me
entering the pool area. I looked at Paul and nodded
towards Terry and winked. He caught my meaning right
away. Without further ado we both charged the pool in
the finest USMC fashion and did two cannonball dives
aimed right at Terry. He didn't have a chance. The
waves from out two splashes upset his float and he
went into the pool.
"You sons-o-bitches, this water's like ice. You wanna
kill somebody," Terry screamed at us after he
surfaced.
"Good morning hunk," I said.
"You looked too peaceful, pussy," Paul said with a
pinch on Terry's ass.
"Ouch! and just who are you calling pussy, butt boy?"
Terry responded.
They lunged at each other and engaged in mock combat
for a few minutes. Both were dunking each other and
pinching tits and asses.
"How did you guys sleep -- or did you?" asked Terry.
"Like bugs in a rug," Paul answered.
"Who was the bug and who was the rug?" Terry inquired.
"Now just what do you think, Muscle-ass!" Paul
responded.
"I was the happiest bug in captivity last night," Paul
continued before Terry could say anything.
We all swam around for about an hour; talking over
last night's events and expanding on our new
friendships. Leo had joined us right after Terry's
dousing and asked if we were hungry enough to go out
for a late lunch or early dinner. Since I had agreed
to drive Paul back to the base by 10 PM. I thought an
early dinner would leave us enough time for some
additional male bonding before I had to give him back
to the USMC.
We enjoyed a great dinner together and then helped Leo
and Terry pack up for their ride back to LA. After
bidding our two new friends farewell, Paul and I got
in one more fantastic fuck before it was time to hit
the road to 29 Palms. I dropped him off just a block
from the Main Gate. We made a date for the following
weekend. This time at my place in San Diego.
Paul and I got together frequently for the next few
months to continue the expansion of our budding
relationship. As it often does, though, the Corps
intervened with its needs. This time it was Desert
Storm. Paul and I wrote to each other frequently; but
it just wasn't the same via mail. After the first TV
war in history was in reruns, Paul stayed with me for
3 weeks prior to his transfer to Embassy duty in
Dublin. From there, he was posted to Quantico as an
Instructor, then on to GitMo in Cuba where I finally
lost track of him.
I'll never forget that incredible weekend in Palm
Springs or the subsequent time Paul and I spent
together. Chance meetings that produce real results do
happen. Even if they are transitory. By the way Paul,
if you're out there reading this - I've kept all of
your "favorite" instruments prepped and primed. So if
you're ready to work up a sweat - GET IN TOUCH
NOW...boy!
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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