Lying with his rubber clad arms cuffed to the bed posts, and his ankles cuffed and secured to the frame above the bed, Jim was hooded and his mouth filled by his favourite rubber penis muzzle gag. A steel chastity device encased his eager erection and balls and prevented stimulation or contact with his lover, currently engaged in their favourite pastime — fucking Jim. A two week period of abstinence was now being more than made up for.
Phil felt himself approaching a fresh climax, his second, and slowed his tempo slightly to prolong the sensation. Finally he could restrain himself no longer. He thrust deep into Jim and shuddered as his seed erupted into his partner. As always, his climax was both fantastic, and, at the same time, tinged with regret that his special moment with his lover was coming to an end.
Sensing his lover’s climax, Jim moaned softly, clenching his sphincter and thrusting his butt against his lover’s impaling cock. As always he felt the glow of pleasure his partners spunk gave him start to spread, and he let himself drift into the euphoria he always got at having satisfied his lover.
Phil lowered himself carefully, trying to keep his now softening member inside Jim, until he could kiss the rubber encased face beneath him. “Mmm,” he whispered. “How many years is it now? Only three? And you are just as fantastic as the very first time, my love.”
Unable to speak, Jim did the only thing he could. He tightened his anal muscle to grip Phil’s cock more firmly.
Phil squirmed a little, enjoying having his cock held inside his friend. “Mmm, I love it when you do that to me.” He hugged his rubber covered lover tightly. “And today I’ve something special for you, my darling. Something really special. I’ll tell you about it right after I have my morning snack on that bit of you I’ve been saving for my treat since yesterday!”
Jim moaned into his gag as Phil levered himself up, then very slowly, and very deliberately, eased his cock free.
“Feeling empty, Jim?” Phil chuckled, reaching for a big conical plug Jim loved. “This will keep you happy while I enjoy my snack.”
“Gnnnnnng!” Jim moaned as the tip slid into his well lubricated opening. “Gnnnnneeeerggh!” He exclaimed as the thing reached its widest limit. His anal muscles closed behind the bulbous part, pulling it deep inside him, and tightening around the thin stem to pull the large circular base hard against his opening. “Nnnnnnngh!”
Easing himself back, Phil grinned. He knew exactly what that plug felt like in this position, and what it would do to Jim when he got to work on his lover’s cock. Reaching for the keys, he set about releasing his friend’s cock from its prison. Jim was very well endowed, a result partly of having always been a ‘big boy’ and made even bigger by having undergone a programme of enlargement.
Released from its steel tube, Jim’s cock hardened, the circumcised head shining in its own precum. Jim had had it tattooed black so he could wear a catsuit with an open sheath and still be a completely black latex toy for his lover and partner. He’d also had the legend, “Property of Phil” tattooed along its length as a gift to his lover on their second anniversary.
Phil fondled it lovingly. Jim didn’t know it, but Phil had had his own cock tattooed to match, and was only now ready to show his lover, and to show it off in a public declaration. Bending forward, he took the beautiful cock into his mouth, and began to give it his attention.
Phil worked at it. He knew exactly how to hold Jim on the edge, but not allow him to climax. In the three years they’d been together, he’d come to know his lover’s triggers to perfection, and knew exactly how to keep him hot, but not hot enough. He worked the gorgeous ten inch pole carefully, savouring it, enjoying the moaning and whimpering from behind the gag. Finally, when his own cock had begun to reload and harden up again, he focused on letting Jim cum.
For several minutes after Jim’s ejaculation, Phil continued to work the slowly softening cock, enjoying the grunts and groans, the moans and the writhing of his partner. Then, without warning, encased it once more in its steel prison, and locked it.
“Now, Jim, ready to return the favour?”
Jim grunted assent.
Phil chuckled, and released his lover’s arms and then his legs. Helping him move to the side of the bed, he ordered, On your knees then, your master requires felatio!”
Obediently, Jim knelt and offered his neck for the removal of the muzzle. If there was one thing he loved more than having Phill in his butt, it was having him in his mouth.
“First, I want you to see something, Jim.” Phill unbuckled the blindfold. “Ready?”
Jim nodded, puzzled. For the last fortnight he’d not been allowed to see Phil during their sexual games. The blindfold came off and he stared. Like his own, Phil’s cock was large, the circumcised glans almost a work of art. Now it reared in front of him, like his own, pitch black, gleaming in its precum.
“Take a close look at what is on the shaft.”
Jim looked, and read, “Jim’s impaler. A gift to Jim.”
Tears welled in his eyes as he looked up at Phil’s smiling face.
Phil asked softly, “A surprise for you, Jim. Enjoy.”
With the muzzle removed, Jim showed his appreciation.
Finally sated, Phil released his embrace of his rubber clad lover. Jim sighed contentedly, his own arms still holding Phil. Kissing Jim’s rubber masked face, Phil murmured, “Time to get up, my darling. Shower, then breakfast.” He kissed Jim’s mouth, revelling in the eager response. “Remember what day this is, beloved?”
Grinning, Jim kissed Phil’s nipple. “Of course. The day we arrived here, and you manoeuvred me into wearing the slave suit.” He kissed Phil again. “And the first time you fucked me. And I still love it, and don’t regret a single minute of the last three years, Master.”
Laughing, Phil caressed the hefty steel Carrera-style belt encasing Jim’s genitals. “Not even this? You still enjoy it?”
“Yes, Phil. Every minute with you.” Resting his head against his lover’s shoulder he added, “Especially when I’m full of your spunk, wrapped in your arms, and feeling you against me.”
Kissing him tenderly, Phill sighed. “Come on, my darling. Let’s get dressed and fed. I have something special to share with you.”
Reluctantly Jim released his lover and rolled out of bed. Facing Phil across the bed, he smiled. “Will my Master release me from this catsuit and hood, please?”
“Minx. Come here, and I’ll do it.” Phil laughed. “But this,” his hand cupped the chastity shield, “Stays.”
“Jim, I promised I had something special to share, well, here it is. I’ve arranged a holiday for us. You know the Club has that chalet at Lake Eros? It’s ours exclusively for the next two weeks. We have the use of the canoes, the sailing dinghy and the jet skis.” Phil passed Jim a cup of coffee. “I figured we’d earned it — or rather you have.”
“Fantastic! Oh, Phil, that’s perfect, absolutely perfect!” Jim reached across the table and gripped Phil’s hand. “Thank you! I love it there, how did you manage to get it exclusively for us at this season?”
“Actually, it wasn’t that hard. They had a party cancel, so it is free at the moment. The Club Secretary said we could have it for our holiday.”
“Oh wow. But that’s expensive. I know even on our salaries it will hit the balances.”
“It would, but I got a discount for us as Staff, and I’ve agreed to make myself available for some Dungeon demos when we get back.”
Walking round the table, Jim hugged his companion. “No, dearest Master, I’ll do the Dungeon Demonstrations. I’ve been developing the new equipment that’ll be being used, remember.” Kissing Phil’s cheek, he added, “All my Master must do is deliver me to the Dungeon Master when the time comes.”
Returning the kiss, Phil smiled. “I thought you’d want that, but if you do, we’ll both be doing it. I’ll tell the Secretary and the Dungeon Master.” Squeezing his lover’s naked butt, he ordered, “Now go and pack some things — we leave first thing tomorrow.”
“Yes, Master!” Jim grinned. “My special suit, I think, and a catsuit. I know there’s all the other stuff my master will need up there.”
“Don’t be cheeky. Yes, the special suit and catsuit, maybe some walking clothes and stuff, and don’t forget the wetsuits!”
The Chalet was set in a beautiful natural amphitheatre. “Lake” Eros wasn’t a natural feature, rather the result of several fortuitous accidents resulting from quarrying and mining many years earlier. It was also extremely remote, and the Club owned all the surrounding land. A small staff maintained the chalets and the boats and kept intruders away. Phil parked under the car port of their chalet.
“Hank says there is no one else up here, just him and the crew.” He got out. “You get our kit up to the bedroom, I’ll get the groceries in.”
“Yes, sir!” Jim gave a mock salute and walked to the trunk to retrieve the four heavy holdalls he’d packed for their stay. Adopting his robotic voice, he said, “By your command, Master.”
The chalet had three levels, the cellar equipped with a small gymnasium, and a full on dungeon complete with slave cells. The main living floor offered an open plan kitchen, dining and living area, only the latex furnishings and the plethora of anchor points for bondage suggested something different to the norm. Closer inspection revealed that the seats and even the tables could be transformed into bondage items, and what appeared to be statues were, in fact, empty man cages.
Jim grinned looking at what appeared to be two men wrestling. “I see my design for the double man prison looks as if it has been getting some use.” He put down the bags he was carrying. “Where does my Master want me to put his bags, Master? Shall I prepare a slave cell for myself?”
“Put them in the main bedroom.” Putting down the large box of groceries, Phill slipped his arms round Jim’s waist. “And don’t think you can escape sleeping with me so easily. Slave cell indeed!” Releasing his lover, he made for the kitchen. “I brought lunch up with us.” He gestured at Jim’s pristine jeans and shirt, both ‘normal’ to the point of silliness, and which it had taken a lot of persuasion to get Jim to wear for the trip. “And make yourself comfortable. Your choice of outfit.”
Thanks, Phil.” Jim grinned. “Did you see the looks I got at that rest stop? Some of those guys couldn’t take their eyes off my crotch.”
Glancing at the taut material straining to cover the moulded resin chastity belt beneath it, one of Jim’s own very special designs, Phill laughed. “I did, and a saw you playing it up. I’ll have to punish you later — now go and get yourself comfortable.”
“Ooh, punishment?” His eyes travelled to the life-sized ‘David’ in one corner. “Please, sir, not the statue …”
Phil laughed. “You’re incorrigible. The Statue. Later. Now get yourself sorted. After lunch, we’ll have a swim, and check the boats. I fancy a sail, and the weather’s perfect for it.”
“Yes, Master.” Jim headed for the stairs, found the bedroom Phil wanted and checked it. He grinned, the bed was the Club’s standard four poster, steel and plenty of restraints for use on a slave. Putting away the equipment he’d brought, and then Phil’s stuff, he shed his jeans and shirt, adjusted the chastity belt, then fingered his slave collar. He loved Phil deeply, and it wasn’t just the sex. They were just mirrors of each other, and it was one of those funny twists of fate had not just thrown them together, but almost forced them to accept their roles as Master and Slave, bound together by their mutual interests, their interlocking skills, and, of course, their love of all things latex and bondage.
Wearing only a pair of deck shoes and his chastity belt and slave collar, Jim went downstairs to find the table laid, the food laid out and Phil in his favourite latex shorts and Master harness. Jim gathered Phil’s clothes, folded them carefully and smiled. “Shall I put these away, Master?”
Phil grinned. “Later. Let’s eat first.”
Putting the clothes down, Jim made a disappointed face. “I’m sure my Master needs his slave to relieve him after such a long drive, Master. I couldn’t eat if I thought he was needing to fill me with his cum.”
“Tempting, but, no, Jim. First we eat, and then …”
The wind was perfect for a nice gentle sail on the crystal clear water of the lake. While parts were relatively shallow, it was far, far deeper in others. No one really kew where the water that filled it came from, but it was known that there was a steady outflow somewhere deep underground. With both of them wearing wetsuits, any observer would have had to look extremely closely to see anything out of the ordinary as the two men relaxed and let the wind waft them gently up the lake.
Phil admired his companion’s neoprene clad figure, the bulge created by the formed resin chastity belt moulded to Jim’s genitals showing clearly as he leaned back enjoying the tranquility and sun on his face. “Enjoying yourself, Jim?”
Jim opened his eyes and smiled. “Loving it, Phil. You?”
“Same.” Phil paused as they tacked, then said, “How’d we get this lucky? Three years ago we were broke, job hunting, still trying to be anything but what we are …” He laughed. “And look at us now. Living our fantasies, and I have the partner of my dreams right here to enjoy it with me.”
Jim watched a circling fish eagle, for a moment. “I know, and I’m always afraid that one day I will wake up and it was all just a dream.”
“I know, I have the same feeling.” Reaching across, Phil caressed his partner’s neoprene covered thigh. “And then I wake up and you’re right there.”
The boat idled across the lake as Jim leaned over and kissed his lover. “Thank you, beloved. You’re everything I want. As long as I have you, I know we’ll be fine.”
Both were in a relaxed and very mellow mood once they returned to the chalet with the sun already vanishing beneath the horizon. Kissing Phil gently on the cheek, Jim sighed. “Thank you, Phil, for arranging this. It’s perfect. Even if it rains and blows a gale for the next fourteen days, this afternoon will be more than enough.”
“Speak for yourself!” Phil said, patting Jim’s butt. “I want a lot more of what we just had, thank you!”
Jim laughed. “So do I. Make yourself comfortable, my love. I’m going to cook a special meal for us. Want to choose a wine we can enjoy with it?”
Jim’s rain and gales failed to materialise, and the week progressed with their enjoying the isolation. Hank, the manager came round every other day to check whether they needed anything and generally spent some time chatting.
Watching Jim clear away the supper dishes, Phil felt a surge of affection as he watched the totally rubber clad figure. Jim really was that one in a million partner, he loved his work, he loved his fetishes, and absolutely nothing was too much trouble, to difficult or uncomfortable if it gave Phil pleasure.
“Fancy doing something special for your birthday, beloved? I want to make it special for you. Any ideas?” Phil asked.
Jim turned to face his lover and master. “All I really want, I’ve got, Phil. You.” Walking behind Phil, Jim slipped his rubber covered hands over his lover’s shoulders, massaging gently as he leaned down to plant a tender kiss on his cheek. “But it might be fun — if you want to — to put me through some heavy bondage, or a really intense scene. Maybe some of the Site Team would like to celebrate with us?”
Phill gripped his lover’s hands, and smiled up at him. “If that’s what you want, I’ll talk to Hank and the others and we’ll work out something to celebrate it. We can do something with you and one of the other subs, Jim. Maybe give that double statue outfit a go?”
“Mmm, yes, please!” Jim grinned. “I need a spell in total control I think.” Kissing his lover’s nipples, he worked his way up to a full and lingering kiss. “And lots of fucking please, Master.”
Phil laughed. “Okay, I’ll talk to Hank and the others. You’ve more than earned something really special, Jim. I’ll organise it.”
Hank brought his partner to the chalet, a shy man his own age wearing a slave harness and thigh boots. His uncut cock hung free, but was adorned by a hefty steel weight clamped just behind the covered ‘head’ and another steel weight stretched his scrotum and dragged his balls downward.
“This is Paul, aka Five,” Hank introduced his companion. “I want him to see that resin CB Jim wears for sailing. Do you mind?”
Phil glanced at Jim, then at Paul, his glance alerting Jim to the fact they were now starting the planned ‘scene’. “I’m sure Jim’ll be delighted to show you. Show Five your CB, Seven.”
“Sure!” Jim eyed the colouring Paul. “I have a spare with me, if you want to see the inside bits.” He grinned, peeling the latex shorts he was wearing. “There you go. Designed it myself, and it tucks everything firmly into place, so it shows off the wearer’s package, but puts it completely out of use for anything fun.”
Paul stared at the beautifully sculpted resin penis and scrotal covers. Coloured to match Jim’s skin tone, it blended to his body, giving the appearance of being his actual genitalia, the appearance enhanced by having the waistband and the edges of the device itself, coloured so they appeared as straps, framing it.
“Is it, um, comfortable?”
“Once you get used to it, sure. I designed it so it allows for a little, er, expansion. The very rigid ones get, um, quite uncomfortable if you …”
“Can I …?”
“Sure.” Jim grinned. “Master Phil said it was okay.”
With a glance at Hank, Paul moved closer. “Looks fucking great. Can I …?”
Jim put his arms behind his back. “Go ahead.” He winked. “I’m sure Master Phil will find a suitable punishment for me if I find it too much fun.”
Phil laughed. “You can be sure of that, Seven.”
“And I’ll make sure you join him if you do get him excited, Five,” Hank added.
Jim chuckled, and said quietly, “Go ahead, Five. Make it worthwhile for us both.” He winked. “Take a good look, then I’ll get my spare and you can try it.”
Paul took the hint, and made sure he examined Jim’s chastity belt very, very closely, particularly the manner in which it was held in place by side straps that left the wearer’s butt free and accessible. “I see you’re not plugged. Can you be? Is there a way a plug can be attached?”
“Sure.” Jim replied. “I’m not wearing it right now. If you check the scrotal case, you’ll find the lower anchor point, the other is on the waistband.” He looked at Phil. “May I fetch it and the spare belt, sir?”
Phil smiled. Jim was playing the game to perfection. “Fetch your special plug and the spare belt, Seven. Then you’ll show Five how to insert it.”
“Yes, Master.” Jim moved into the chalet, retrieved the special sheath plug he’d developed and the retaining straps. Then he retrieved the second belt, this one slightly different to his own in that it lacked the sensors built into the one he was wearing, though both had electro-torture units and contacts built in. Jim’s could be set to automatic response, the spare had to be controlled by a remote. Returning to where Phil, Hank and Paul waited, he offered the belt. “Here it is, Master.” He handed over the the chastity belt and the plug.
Phil grinned as he accepted the plug. “Okay.” He handed it back. “Give it to Five, and show him how insert it into you.” Quietly he added, “Polonius non ejaculus!”
Jim felt his cock go numb and grinned, wondering what Phil had planned. Moving to where Paul stood, his cock trying to lift the weight dragging it downward, he handed him the strange looking buttplug. “This is the plug, but it is also a sheath. You insert it in stages, first the ‘head’ as if it was a dildo, then you have to twist it to the right, and work the next section into me, and then full turn to the left so this bit goes in, and finally, back into this position so the base locks inside my sphincter. Got it?”
Paul stared at the thing, the various protrusions and knobbled shiny black surface catching the sunlight. “I think so. First like normal, then to the right so these bits go in, then full left so the next part, and then back to normal for the last bit.” He stared at Jim. “What then?”
“Then you insert this tab into the slot in the scrotal case, and this tail goes into the slot on the waistband.” Jim grinned. “Oh, and then you pull the dildo out of the sheath and give it to my Master:”
“Into position, Seven. Master Hank, would you care to supervise your slave?” Phil grinned. “He looks as if he’s going to need some discipline shortly!”
Jim gripped the edge of the table he was lying on. He silently thanked Phil for using his control trigger. This was going to be awesome he knew, even though he had only the vaguest outline of what Phil had planned with Hank and the four other Masters that formed the resort team. Now, with his wrists locked to the table, and his legs spread wide and cuffed to the table legs, he bit his lip in anticipation. The insertion of this plug, his own carefully designed creation, was always tricky, but, once inside him, sent him into something close to a trance. The sexual ‘high’ he got from it was beyond description as the thing stimulated his prostate with every movement, and the other features stimulated his insides in ways that increased his response to every touch.
Behind him, Paul, his own cock now painfully confined by the tight steel weight, prepared to insert the strange looking plug. Carefully aligning it, he worked the first part into the eager opening, then carefully twisted it.
Jim shuddered as the gnarled ‘head’ stimulated his sphincter and stifled a moan.
With the plug now in the correct position, Paul worked the next part, a ring of five prominent knobs, the pair now in the nine and three o’clock positions, larger than the others, stretched the tortured muscle as he pushed, then suddenly they were inside Jim, drawing a gasp. Carefully Paul rotated the thing a hundred and eighty degrees, noting that this put a ring of what looked like tentacles into the nine and three o’clock positions. It slipped in drawing another moan as it was rotated into the final position and the final section slipped into Jim. Quickly he locked the tab into the scrotal cover, then found the corresponding slot on the waistband and pushed the tab into that.
Finally he withdrew the internal dildo from its sheath, sending a shudder through Jim as it slipped free. “Done, Master,” He said, his voice awed as he stared at the still shuddering Jim.
“Good, Five. A reward before you are punished for that unauthorised erection. Seven will give you head, then you will be locked into the chastity belt he brought. Come here so I can remove your weights.”
Obediently, Paul, aka Five, moved to where his Master could use his Alan Key to remove the scrotal weight and then the weight on Paul’s penis. “Thank you, Master.”
“See how long you can hold out, Five,” Hank said. “You’ve had a week to build up some pressure now.”
“Yes, Master.” Paul shivered, his erection stiff, and his glistening glans peeking from his retracting foreskin. Precum dribbled from his opening as he moved to stand in front of the waiting Jim. “I’ll do my best, Master.”
Hank grinned and kissed his slaves cheek. “Enjoy it, Five, today is a special one for Jim and Phil, we’re going to make sure it is a fantastic one.”
With the plug still settling into place in his butt, Jim’s head whirled. The plug was doing its work on him, the sexual surge made him dizzy, at the same time heightening his senses. Now all he could smell was the raw sexual desire all around him. His eyes focused on the erection in front of him. He wanted it. He wanted to taste the precum, savour the scent of it, and enjoy the spunk it promised. In his crotch, his cock hardened in its prison unnoticed in its disconnected state in his head. Then Paul’s cock was in his mouth, and got all his attention.
Engrossed in his enjoyment of Paul’s cock, Jim didn’t notice their being joined by several more men, Hank and Paul’s fellow members of the Site Team that looked after the Club’s farm, several chalets and, of course, all the equipment.
Paul’s load was generous, but Jim sucked it down greedily, then Paul was removed, and Jim found himself being gagged, then raised, and locked into an upright frame. From this, in his sexual trance he watched as Paul submitted to being inserted into the lower figure of the copulating statue. This was another of Jim’s designs, two male figures, one mounting the other from behind, the shells forming the figures detailed, and finished to look like marble. They could be dismantled to insert two players, one into the lower figure, the second into the upper.
The lower figure had an opening so the occupant’s cock and balls were exposed and available, and the occupant in the upper figure would have his cock embedded in the guy below him, but with his balls and his own butt exposed. Both figures had their heads turned to the side, and both had their mouths open to allow them to be face fucked. The trick with the entire device was that it was designed to hold the occupants immobile. Anyone fucking the upper figure, caused him the fuck the guy beneath, and anyone who wished, could enjoy the exposed cock and balls of the lower figure. Of course, there was also provision for the lower occupant’s genitals to be imprisoned in metal mouldings, rendering them inaccessible.
It took half an hour to insert Paul fully and secure him with the internal belts and cuffs. Finally, Hank knelt down and kissed his partner. “Ready for the headpiece, Paul?” he whispered.
Paul grinned. “Ready, Master Hank. Enjoy me.” He returned the kiss. “I’m looking forward to having Jim fill me. I hope he enjoys it.”
Hank laughed, and helped by two others, fitted the back plate and the front half of the torso that would shortly hold Jim. The final piece was the rigid face and head piece with its open mouthpiece.
Then it was Jim’s turn. Expertly, Phil stripped him out of the chastity unit, checked the special sleeve plug was properly in place, and then set about inserting Jim into the upper figure of the statue. This took less time to achieve, and soon the completed ‘statue’ formed the centre-piece of the living room.
“You videoed it all, Randy?” Phil asked.
“You bet. And we’ve got recorders set to film the action too.”
“Great, then let’s get ourselves dressed, and it’s Party Time!” Phil did a little dance. “Anyone want to do the Time Warp again?”
The group laughed and the five ‘Masters’ headed off to get dressed, while their ‘slaves’ obediently waited for instructions.
Inside the moulded figures, Jim waited, his stiff, but ‘disconnected’ cock embedded in Paul. The position of his head allowed him to see the four waiting slaves, two in total rubber, one in a slave harness and chastity belt, and the fourth in chaps and a straitjacket combination. Three showed their arousal, and he hoped he’d get plenty of opportunity to give them something for this birthday treat. Two, Jim knew, belonged to one master, which meant there were three other masters beside Phil and Hank present.
Below Jim, in his own figure, Paul used the small movement the situation allowed, to use his sphincter to try to stimulate Jim, or to stimulate himself on Jim’s hard cock. The angle of his head in the moulded prison meant he was looking at the access to the dungeon where the five Masters, including Hank, were getting rigged up, and his pulse quickened as they emerged to join Phil who came down the stairs from the bedroom as they came up from the dungeon. This was going to be some scene! He felt his own tackle twitch in anticipation, the dribble of precum would get him into trouble with Hank he knew. His Master was strict about this, but hell, who cared? This was going to be one hell of a scene, and he salivated in anticipation of all the cock and cum he was about to get orally.
“Right,” said Phil, taking in his companion’s outfits. All the Masters were hooded, either totally or partially, and all of them wore latex which enhanced their generous genitals. “Shall we have the slaves open the batting? Two in their mouths, and their Masters in their boyholes? I’ll be the opening bat in Seven, and perhaps Hank would like to enjoy Five’s cock?” He chuckled. “Seven is now in dildo mode — he can’t cum until I deactivate it, so let’s make sure he builds up a real need for relief.”
Hank laughed. “Sounds like a real plan there. Okay guys, let’s do it.”
Phil moved to Jim’s ready butt while the others prepared their slaves. He’d planned this very carefully, knowing Jim’s limits and endurance, and wanted it to be exactly as his partner dreamed it would be. He and Hank would manage the whole scene, and everybody knew exactly what to expect and what their roles were. “Happy birthday, Jim. I hope I’ve got it exactly as you wanted it. Enjoy it. I’ll take the last fuck as well, just as you wanted.”
Jim managed a brief, “Uh!” And followed it with “Aks …!” He strained to see his lover, clad in totally enclosing shiny black latex, thigh length boots and his Master Harness. His erection emerged from its sheath, the black colouration of the glans and last third of the shaft blending with the latex. He sighed in anticipation, he’d been wanting to experience this ever since he’d first conceived the idea of this double statue, the figures inspired by part of a famous sculpture.
Phil moved aside, and a large cut cock entered Jim’s mouth. He savoured the precum, yes, this was going to be every bit as good as he’d hoped. He sensed the slave’s being penetrated from behind, and then his focus shifted the his own boy hole as Hank began to insert himself into the sheath plug in Jim’s butt. Stars seemed to explode in his head as the fiendish plug stimulated him! He heard himself howl, the sound almost suppressed by the cock filling his mouth — and then he surrendered to the incredible sensations ripping through his entire being.
In the lower figure, Paul accepted the large cock into his mouth and sensed the increased pressure as Jim accepted someone into his butt. Then he stiffened as Hank began to give his rampant cock attention.
Phil orchestrated the whole scene like a maestro. He made sure the ‘victims’ were rested between doses of cum, and that they got regular drinks of the electrolyte laden isotonic fluid the Club recommended. He watched Jim’s responses closely, knowing that his partner sometimes pushed himself too far in the belief he needed to please Phil. Hank, also aware of his partners limits and endurance, did the same for Paul. And then it was time for the two Master’s to take their pleasure.
Phil entered Jim’s now well used butt sheath plug carefully and gently. Randy and Jed filled the ‘statues’ mouths and Hank took his place beneath Paul. All four Masters now gave the encased pair their full and careful attention. Sensing he was about to shoot his load, Phil leaned close and whispered, “Polonius ejaculus!”
His mouth full of Randy’s cock, Jim gagged on his scream as his cock finally exploded, the pent up ejaculation erupting out of him as his hyper sensitised cock responded to the stimulation in his butt, in his prostate and in his balls. Randy shot his load into the gasping mouth, and Jim almost choked as he tried to swallow it, stop himself fainting from the sensations in his still erupting cock and the warmth spreading from his butt as Phil emptied his pent up load into his lover.
On a sexual and hormonal ‘high’ Jim lay exhausted inside the encasing statue shell, only vaguely aware that his mouth no longer engulfed a cock, his butt was free of the plug, and hands were now releasing him from the imprisoning statue. In a daze he felt himself lifted from it, responded to Phil’s kisses and hugs, then submitted to being inserted into a nice tight strait jacket, and his familiar chastity belt before being placed on a recliner to recover.
The world swam slowly into focus for Jim, the smell of a barbecue finally penetrating his senses. Glancing to his left he took in the figure lying on the recliner next to him. “Paul? I mean, Five? You okay? Thanks for being my partner for this.”
Paul chuckled. “Fuck, but you’re fucking awesome, Jim. Happy birthday. I hope it was as good for you as I had!”
Jim giggled. “You bet it was — I’d say even better.” He moved slightly. “You think our Masters are going to keep us like this, or let us have some of that barbecue?”
Paul chuckled. “I think we’ll get some. Phil or Hank will be along soon to check on us.” He hesitated. “Randy and Jed are keen to do another session like this, but with their partners. You up for playing again before you go back to civilisation?”
Jim grinned. “You bet, but perhaps not as one of the statues! I think I need time to get my head back together — it was pretty intense on my end. How about you?”
Paul laughed. “Probably not as intense as you with that fucking plug sheath, but having your cock filling me — and working my hole every time you were getting a dose — was bloody good. Nah, Randy wants his boy in the top figure, and Jed wants Mickey in the bottom one.”
Phil entered the room, and grinned as he saw Jim looking relaxed and happy. “Back down to Earth, Jim? Ready for something to eat by the look of it.” He leaned down and kissed Jim’s smiling mouth. “Happy birthday, my darling Jim. Was it as good as you hoped?”
Returning the kiss, Jim’s smile widened. “Better, Master. Much, much better than I could have dreamed.” As Phil began to release the straps holding him to the recliner, he added, “Thank you, Phil, for the best birthday present ever.”
Helping Jim sit up, Phil kissed him again. “No, thank you for being my partner and lover, Jim. There’s just no one like you, and I’m the luckiest guy here today.” Helping Jim to stand, he asked, “Want to keep the jacket on a bit longer, or shed it? As birthday boy, your choice.”
Jim kissed Phil again. “If my master says I can have it off, I’d like that!”
“Then off it comes. But no taking advantage now,” Phil joked. “And you can get Paul up and out of his jacket as well.”
Snuggled into Phil’s embrace, Jim let out a long sigh as they spooned in the kingsize bed. He was physically and mentally exhausted, but felt a warm glow of wellbeing as he lay in his lover’s arms. “Thank you, Phil, for the most wonderful birthday ever. Was I good? Did the others enjoy it?”
Nibbling Jim’s neck, Phil whispered, “Good? No, you weren’t good, you were fantastic, Jim. Fucking unbelievable, incredible … and mine! Got that? You’re mine, all mine no matter what happens in future, no matter how crazy your next idea for our lovemaking is, you’re mine, and I am yours.” His kisses travelled across his lover-slaves shoulders, and his hand found Jim’s swollen nipples. “Now, my darling, we sleep.” He chuckled. “Tomorrow we relax. No rushing around, no dungeon, nothing we — you — don’t want or need to do.”
“Mmm, sounds good,” Jim’s response was dreamy. “I think I could sleep all day actually. If my master doesn’t have any other intentions.”
“We’ll take it as it comes. We’re on holiday, remember?” Phil replied, listening to Jim’s slowing breathing. For some time after Jim had fallen asleep, Phil lay wrapped in his own thoughts, enjoying the steady rhythm of his lover’s breathing, his hand idly resting on Jim’s large nipples. He sighed contentedly. How’d I get this lucky? He asked himself silently.
In the event they woke to a blustery day, the lake covered in small white capped waves, and the air cool. Phil woke first and eased out of bed, leaving Jim in a deep and restful sleep. He smiled as he studied the sleeping man, for once completely naked except for his slave collar which he insisted on wearing at all times. Making himself comfortable, he made two cups of coffee, assembled some fruit as a snack, and quietly returned to the bedroom.
As he slipped into the bed, Jim stirred, opened his eyes and smiled. “Good morning, dearest Master, can I … Oh! You’ve made your own coffee?”
Phil slipped his arms round his lover. “Yes, I have, and one for you too, beloved. How are you this morning? A bit sore I should think.”
Snuggling into the embrace, Jim sighed. “A little, but it was worth it — and every bit as good as I hoped.” His hand found Phil’s stiffening member. “And my master needs his slaves attention. How would my master like to use me?”
Phil laughed. “Alright, enjoy it, minx.”
Slipping beneath the duvet, Jim, applied himself to Phil’s rapidly hardening erection. “Mmmm,” he murmured exploring the shaft with his lips. Reaching the rim of the flared head, he used his tongue to tease, and then gently sucked away the leaking precum, using every trick he knew to maximise the pleasure for Phil.
The coffee was cool but still drinkable when Jim emerged once more savouring Phil’s generous load. He grinned as Phil pulled him into a tight embrace. “Was that good, Master?”
Phil chuckled. “Fucking brilliant — and you know it.” He kissed his lover tenderly. “You’re bloody insatiable, but I love it!” Easing himself into a sitting position, Phil grinned. “Coffee’s almost cold. Drink up, I think we need some more.” Glancing out of the window, he added, “And today looks like a nice quiet stay indoors day.”
“Mmm,” Jim accepted the coffee. “As long as it means spending it with you.”
The session with Randy, Jeb, Mikey and Pete, a young bronzed Adonis figure and Randy’s ‘other half’, went as smoothly as before, but with one change. At Phil’s insistence, he and Jim swopped roles. Phil appeared in a heavy latex bondage suit for the scene, with Jim in a Master Harness, hood and thigh boots that reached his crotch. This left Jim’s impressive cock on display, drawing compliments from the others.
Taking charge, Jim supervised the insertion of the two victims. At Jed’s request, Mikey went into the lower figure, and accepted one of the special sheath plugs into his boy hole.
“Oh! Oh fu-u-u-u-u-ckkkkkk!” He moaned as Jim inserted it. “Holy shit!” he whimpered as it settled after the withdrawal of the dildo.
Jed grinned. “You wanted to try it, Mikey. And Jim wanted you it was intense.” He leaned down and kissed his partner. “Relax, kiddo, We’ll get Pete into position as soon as you’re fully encased.”
Jim and Randy lowered the moulded back of the lower figure into place and secured it.
“Fit the facepiece and head, Master Jed,” ordered Jim. “And we had better have, yes, you, Sub Seven. Get into position below him and take his cock in your mouth. Randy, will you make sure Seven is secured? Can’t allow him to waste any cumshot when we put Six in place.”
A long moan escaped the open mouth of the statue as Randy positioned Phil and used some cargo straps to secure his head in a position that made sure Mickey’s cock was fully in his mouth. Jim grinned, as Randy now brought the naked Pete into position.
“Ready for this, Six?” Jim asked. “That sheath works both ways, it gets pretty intense, as your Master can tell you.”
Randy grinned. “Hell, yeah.” He applied a generous helping of lubricant. “Here you go. Hands into the arm forms, Six.”
Pete inserted his hands into the fixed moulding and Jim applied the wrist, elbow and upper arm straps. Pete grinned nervously. “Umm, Master?”
“Yes, Slave?” Randy asked.
“Please, Master? My trigger command?”
Randy grinned. “Sure. Once you’re inserted and know what you’ll be missing.” He leaned forward and kissed Pete. “That way we’ll know it works.”
Pete looked crestfallen. “Yes, Master.”
Randy chuckled, and whispered a command similar to that Jim was conditioned to.
Pete sighed with relief. “Thank you, Master.”
Randy grinned. “Here you go then.” Carefully he lined up his lover’s erection, and then urged him to press it home.
A long wail emitted from the lower statue, and Jim grinned as Phil worked his jaw to enjoy the flood. “As I said, that plug sheath is bloody intense.”
As before, Jim orchestrated the scene carefully. Like Phil, he knew the limits, knew what was needed and made sure everyone got properly rotated, was kept hydrated, and that it was enjoyed by all. The barbecue that followed put the finishing touches to a really great holiday, and to a great “scene.”
Randy grinned as he raised a toast to Jim and Phil. “Hey, guys, you need to get up here more often.”
The others cheered in agreement. “Do you flip roles often?”
Phil laughed and Jim answered. “Not too often, Phil might want to make it permanent!” Kissing his lover, he added, “If he gets to find out just how great it is to be his lover’s slave.”
Returning the kiss, Phil said, “Too late, I already discovered that!”
“Says the man who three years ago conned me into being his sub when we found ourselves stranded at the Club …”
Once again on the road ‘home’, Jim put his hand on Phil’s thigh. “Thank you, Phil, for a fabulous two weeks. I can’t tell you how much fun it’s been.”
Phil smiled, concentrating on driving. “It has been good, Jim. Really good, you’ve been the best thing to happen to me, and I can’t stop thinking about how it was all an accident.”
“True, I can’t believe how it’s all worked out.” Jim watched the passing scenery, drinking in the beauty of the landscape. “You know, I don’t think I could ever go back to a ‘normal’ job now, and certainly never if it meant living in a city again …”
“You and me both!” Phil glanced at his companion, the slave collar visible at the open neck of the shirt. “Even visiting the city these days …”
Jim nodded. After a while he sighed. “Yeah, just too much aggro in the city.” Brightening, he looked at Phil. “Stopping at the Rest Stop again? I wonder if the guy at the restaurant will enjoy another eyeful? Think I could get him interested?”
“Minx!” Phil laughed. “I suspect you could — and I agree he’d look great in rubber.” His hand found Jim’s crotch, the taut denim moulded to the chastity belt. “Just as well I keep you locked up, or you’d corrupt every good looking guy we run across.”
“Mmm,” Jim grinned, thrusting his crotch against the hand. “My Master knows me far too well …”
Laughing, Phil said, “I sometimes wonder, Jim, but then it’s one of the many reasons I love you. Behave now, we have to get home in one piece, and we have that dungeon demo of your new kit to look forward to — I wouldn’t want to miss it!”