After Nick and Noah

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After Nick and Noah

Chapter 8

"Sabre! Good to see you again," Nick said enthusiastically as he opened the door. "Come on in. I have the `boys' downstairs waiting for us. You can change out of your street clothes in here," he added, showing the other man into a small bedroom off the living room.

"Thanks, Trojan," replied his guest. "Nice place you've got here."

"Oh, thanks, but it's not mine," Nick answered. "This place belongs to one of the boys ^Ö he goes by the name of `Eagar', for tonight anyway. I think you'll like him; I know you'll enjoy him."

"I have to admit I was surprised when you showed up with your `Viking boy' at the Tortura Club the other night," Sabre commented as he began to strip off his jeans, revealing a hard, chiselled body draped in shining black. Nick smiled with lusty anticipation as he watched the show, while Sabre went on. "That first time we met ^Ö what is it, three months ago now?^Å" Nick nodded. "I got the impression you two weren't really into the Club's main attractions."

"We weren't," Nick confessed. "In fact, it was the first time we'd been there. And we've only been back a few times since ^Ö one of those times was last Tuesday when I spoke to you." The Master raised his eyes at that, and Nick smiled openly as he explained. "I got the impression that you weren't totally comfortable with it yourself, that first night," he said.

Sabre chuckled. "You are perceptive, aren't you. It serves it's purpose ^Ö lets me meet guys who want what I want to give them, if you know what I mean. But I'm not into so completely anonymous sex. I'd be quite happy to find one good slave to call my own. I figure the games are fine, certainly fill in the time, but it would be nice to find someone who was into the same game when you wanted to be, and ready to live in the real world the rest of the time." He stood up, completing his grooming, and turned to face Nick full on. "Do I look okay?"

Nick whistled. "You look fantastic, mate," he said.

"So, you said the other night that you wanted to arrange a little `party' and that you thought I would enjoy it. Well, here I am. Where's the party?" he chuckled; a lusty, sexy laugh which Nick joined.

"Follow me," Nick said. "There's an extremely well equipped dungeon downstairs, with every toy you could possibly imagine, and two good looking slaves just waiting to look after us."

"Just the four of us then?" asked Sabre casually.

"Uh huh," Nick confirmed. "But I'm sure you're gonna enjoy it, and you might even find something you've been looking for," he said with a twinkle in his eye, but refused to elaborate as he led the other Master down into the basement of Joe's home.

As he entered the dungeon, Sabre whistled appreciatively. "Nice set up, man!"

"It sure is," Nick agreed.

The floor was completely black, covered in leather, as was one wall. The remaining three walls, and the ceiling, were mirrors. A sling hung in the middle of the room, and a slave bench sat close by it. A St Andrew's Cross was standing in a frame of steel which allowed the whole thing to be rolled end over end. Chains swung loosely in the darkness, suspended from the roof, and more were jumbled just below in a pile on the floor. Half of the only non-mirror wall consisted of open shelves and pegs, where an incredible selection of toys, whips and paddles, and hand and ankle cuffs sat ready for use. The other half of that wall was taken up by a massive wardrobe.

And standing in the middle of the room, eyes down and hands folded behind their backs, were two hot, handsome slaves, waiting for orders. They both wore tight black chaps, full harnesses across their upper bodies, and leather hoods over their heads. One was encased in a fitted leather pouch so that it looked as though his very genitals were made of leather; the other wore a thong so snug that you could make out the ridge of his cockhead outlined in black hide. And that cock was substantial, and already semi-erect in anticipation.

"You've already met Viking," Nick said as he pointed to Noah, who nodded quickly. "And this is `Eagar'."

"Sir," Joe snapped out. "Welcome, Sir, I hope we can please you, Sir."

"Mmmm, I'm sure you can, boy. The name's Sabre. That or Sir' or Master' will do nicely ^Ö when you're spoken to!"

"Yes, Sabre, Sir," both slaves answered quickly.

Sabre smiled appreciatively, and nodded at Nick. "Looks like they're well trained, Trojan. I like that in a sub, as long as they have still got some spirit!"

"Oh, I think you'll find there's plenty of that as well," Nick answered with a grin, then lowered his voice to a commanding tone filled with lusty menace. "Boy," he hissed at Noah, "get down here and show Master Sabre some respect! Lick his fucking boots clean, now!"

Noah almost dived to the floor at Sabre's feet, his arse pointed skywards as his tongue shot out, slurping at the leather footwear of the tall man standing with his legs spread and arms folded, waiting. His eager mouth paid full attention to them, cleaning and polishing the Master's boots as his hands slowly worked their way up the powerful poles of Sabre's legs, delighting in the feel of leather stretched taut across muscle.

Sabre glanced down approvingly as the hide-clad slave lay almost prone before him. His cock began to swell, nudging the envelope of black in which it was cocooned forward and out as his appreciation grew. Being worshipped like this was such a turn-on for him and he happily stood above Trojan's boy and enjoyed the pleasure of his dominance. Noticing the other slave standing yet, unmoving as he awaited orders, Sabre spoke to him in a low voice.

"Eagar, don't just stand there," he said gruffly. "Get some lube and one of those dildoes from that bench over there ^Å"

As Joe hurried to comply, finding a long but relatively thin black prong and smearing it with the viscous liquid, Sabre raised a questioning eyebrow at Nick, who stood away from them a metre or so. "You don't mind?" he asked his colleague.

"Not at all," Nick replied conspiratorially. "When I want something I'll let them know, so you keep them busy until then."

"Okay, now use that thing on Viking boy here," the other Master directed a patiently waiting Joe. "Open his arse and pump it full of that rubber cock."

"Yes, Sir," Eagar whispered as he knelt behind his fellow slave.

Noah was still bent down in front of Sabre, licking and spitting on his boots, cleaning them carefully as he had been ordered. He had heard all that was said, and raised his butt high, spreading his legs as far apart as he could in anticipation of the dildo that was heading his way. Sabre watched with interest as the other slave positioned himself behind Viking, so that now he had two supplicants at his feet, one behind the other. Joe applied yet more of the lube to the toy, covering it generously before bringing the rounded knob to rest against Noah's puckering hole. Slowly, gently, he began to prod at the entrance to the other slave's body, thinking to give Viking a chance to adjust to the fake prong.

"For fuck's sake," thundered a voice above and behind him. "Stop farting around and shove that thing into his pussy hole!"

Joe looked around quickly at Nick, then back to his task even faster. "Yes, Sir," he whimpered. "I'm sorry, Master Trojan." With that, he gripped the base of the long black toy and pushed the slippery shaft deep and fast into Noah's bowel.

Noah grunted and let out a gasp as the full length of the rubber prong forced its way into him.

"Don't stop your licking," came a stern warning from Sabre.

"Use that thing on him properly," hissed Nick at the same time to Eagar. "Probe his guts, work his arse, boy. I want him to feel it in there. I want him opened and used."

"Yes, Sir," whimpered Eagar.

"Yes, Sir", echoed Viking in a mumble between continued slurps at Sabre's feet and lower legs.

Sabre really found this exciting now. The submissiveness of these two men, their eagerness to please, was intoxicating. And the back up he was getting from Trojan, the confirmation and support, somehow added to his sense of power. It was as though having another Master along with him, also ordering the slaves to please him, was proof that he controlled these slaves, and that they were there for him to use and take pleasure from as he saw fit. His prick was achingly hard, still confined in its pouch of hide, and he could feel the slimy ooze of pre-cum enveloping his manhood within its black nest. He looked up, into the other Master's face, and found Trojan staring back at him with a look of absorbed lust. The two grinned at each other in complicit pleasure.

Nick held the other's look for some time, and then, knowing he was being watched, allowed his eyes to travel down Sabre's body, until he focussed on the straining protuberance at the man's groin. He feasted on the sight of Sabre's swollen cock stretching the leather pouch, and his own masculinity ached within its confines, leaking heavily of his juices. A quick glance back to Sabre's face confirmed what Nick had hoped ^Ö the other man knew what he was looking at, and enjoyed showing it off.

"I said work his hole!" Nick hissed at Eagar. "I want to see that prong going in and out of him. Move it around, really explore that arse," he ordered. From where he stood, Noah was still attending to Sabre's feet, while his rear was pointed almost at Nick, with Eagar shoving the dildo into his body, manipulating it from side to side, revolving it within its wet, living scabbard. Seeing Noah's arse being invaded by the toy, watching his man being fucked by the dildo, was incredibly arousing. Nick slid his hand down and across his own cock, massaging himself through his thong, squeezing his throbbing prick as he watched his mate being ravaged.

Following Trojan's lead, Sabre uncrossed his arms, and let his left hand fall to his own groin, cupping his heaving nuts and working them through the leather. "That's enough for my boots," he spoke down to the slave at his feet. "Work your way up my legs, boy. Slowly! Do a good job."

Noah nodded, and began to lift his head, savouring the feel of Sabre's strong calves through the tight, gripping black of his chaps. His body trembled with the assault on his rear from the toy wielded by Eagar, but he refused to neglect his duties, and kissed his way around the Master's lower legs.

Nick continued to watch the fantastic display, getting more and more excited. Without a word, he stepped across to the shelf of toys and grabbed a butt plug, somewhat thicker but not quite as long as the dildo presently filling Noah's arse. Lubing it quickly, he bent down and handed it to Eagar.

"Here, boy," he ordered. "Pull that thing out and replace it with this."

The slave complied silently, slipping the dildo from Viking's body, and quickly working the head of the plug into the recently vacated arse. With a series of ever deepening pushes, he worked the new object through Noah's sphincter, stretching his colleague until finally the thickest part of the shaft popped through Viking's ring of muscle, and the toy lodged itself within his body.

Nick had stood closely above him, watching carefully, and getting even more excited as Noah was plugged by the other boy. "Good," he stated as Noah's hole closed around the base of the plug. "Now, stand up and straddle him."

Joe complied quickly with a hushed "Yes, Trojan, Sir."

"That's right, slave," Nick said firmly. "Spread those legs, one foot either side of him ^Å now, give Master Sabre's bulging groin some lip work!"

"Yes, Sir," Eagar responded quickly. He began to kneel, but Nick landed a light but firm slap on his exposed butt cheek.

"No; bend from the waist, boy. I want that arse up here where I can use it."

"Sorry, Sir," Joe whimpered, as he leaned forward, his face lowering to the stretched hide barely constraining Sabre's cock. He looked in danger of overbalancing until Nick grabbed his hips and held him in place, and Sabre caught his head, holding the hood he wore in each hand and directing the slave's open mouth toward his aching, rolling balls. As Eagar began to lick at the leather sack containing those giant nuts, Sabre looked at Nick and smiled.

"Fuck his pussy arse, Trojan," he said with a chuckle. "I'll keep his mouth busy while you use his hole, man."

Nick grinned back at him. "I intend to, Sabre. But first it needs to be prepared." With a lusty chuckle, the other Master nodded as Nick found a new dildo, thicker than that used on Noah. Greasing it up, he held the solid head against Eagar's entrance, twisting the thing around and pressing in just a fraction, teasing the slave with this toy.

"You want this boy?" Nick demanded.

"Yes, Sir, please," Joe answered between slurps at Sabre's nuts. "Fill my arse with it, Sir."

Nick laughed aloud, and held the black latex shaft firmly. Leaning forward a little, he began to push. It wasn't too fast, but he didn't ease off either. One long continual shove which saw the entire length of the artificial cock buried deep in the slave's bowel. Eagar gasped, his body clenching at the thing as he moaned with delight, before returning to suckling at the leathered bulk of Sabre's manhood. Pleased with the response, and excited by the sight, Nick held the thing in place for a minute or so, and then began to rotate it within Eagar's gut, eliciting more grunts and groans. He pulled the toy back, then pressed it in again, riding it from side to side as he probed every corner of Eagar's rectum with the solid latex prick.

"Oh fuck, yeah," Sabre declared. "Work that hole, Trojan. It makes him work even harder on me when you work his arse."

Nick grinned again, grinding the length of the rubber around and into Eagar's body, sliding it back a little and fucking the slave with the toy yet again. As he did, Joe's mouth nibbled and chewed at the long, black tube of leather which was Sabre's meat, and Noah's face made its way further up the Master's thighs, until he was almost level with his nuts.

With Joe above him, Noah twisted around so that he was now almost sitting between Sabre's legs, his weight pushing the plug in his arse deeper into himself. Leaning upward, his tongue found the Master's balls and he licked at them while his fellow slave worked on the man's cock. Their mouths were so close their chins connected from time to time.

Sabre felt the two of them attacking him, as he watched Trojan assault the slave. The sensations were driving him to distraction, and his genitals were aching with the confinement in the pouch. He reached down and around the two black hooded heads at his groin, and unsnapped the cod he wore. His cock shot up and out, spraying a line of pre-cum droplets across the subs, and his balls fell heavily. At once, both were attacked and devoured by the willing slaves, and a long sigh escaped his lips.

"Holy fuck, Trojan, these two are fucking good!"

"Maybe," Nick replied with feigned doubt. "Let's see just how good this one can be." He landed a slap on Eagar's arse. "Fuck his face, Sabre, while I fuck his arse. Then we'll find out whether he's any good."

Sabre laughed with him, holding Joe's hooded head, and directing the slave's mouth at his own rampant tool, now throbbing with anticipation. As he did, Nick slopped a gob of lubricant over his own trembling erection, and lined up his cockhead with the twitching arse before him.

Joe shook with desirous anticipation at the comments of the Masters. The thought of being spit-roasted by them was incredibly exciting for him, and his own cock dribbled pre-cum into the tailored leather wrapped around it. His hands were on Sabre's firm and muscular cheeks, and he could feel the slicked hardness of Trojan's cockhead nudging at his sphincter. Knowing he was risking their disapproval, but desperate for the double fucking, he suddenly pushed himself backwards onto the steel hard pole of Master Trojan's huge cock, while simultaneously gripping and pulling Master Sabre's body towards him so that the long, spit soaked shaft roared deep into his throat.

"Sheee-it!" hissed Sabre.

"Fuck, yeah!" declared Trojan as the heated body of the slave swallowed his manhood.

"You said they had some spirit, Trojan," Sabre muttered through gritted teeth. "If that wasn't so fucking hot, I'd punish him for being so impatient!"

Nick laughed. "Up to you, man," he said, "but my prick is loving what his hot little arse is doing to it right now."

Sabre chuckled with delight. His balls were being swallowed and massaged by Viking's talented lips while his pole was sunk in Eagar's gullet. He could hardly be angry about the treatment these slaves were delivering. Happily, he plunged himself in and out of the warm wet mouth, watching with delight as his friend fucked the other end of this slave. The boy rocked between them, pounded from both sides like a true pig on a spit.

Joe was in paradise. His throat opened as he resisted the urge to gag and swallowed the scalding rod of Sabre's cock. His guts felt like they were being ploughed and torn as Trojan thundered deep and hard into his body. Every nerve raced with excitement at the incredible pleasure of servicing two powerful, dominant leathermen at once, and he felt the growing pressure of an imminent orgasm. He fought against it as best he could, but his concentration was held elsewhere as he was fucked hard and deep from both ends.

Fortunately for the slave, Nick was also sensing a rising urge, to which he had no intention of surrendering just yet. He whipped his cock, slimy and leaking, from Eagar's body, and pulled the boy away from Sabre's groin.

"I think we've been neglecting this other one," he said by way of explanation to his mate, nodding toward Noah who was still sucking and licking at Sabre's testicles.

Sabre nodded, privately grateful. He too had been getting close, and was glad of the respite. "You're right, Trojan," he said loudly. "We can't have Viking here getting lazy. On your feet boy," he commanded.

Noah obeyed, standing before him, eyes down, although not completely. He chanced the opportunity to drink in the sight of Sabre's muscular frame, encased in leather, his shining, moist tool waving in the air as a bead of pre-cum oozed from its head. How he wished that cock was inside him. But he needn't have worried ^Ö the two Masters were certainly not about to let him languish untouched or unused.

"Over here, boy," Sabre hissed at him.

"Yes, Sir," Noah gulped out quickly, his nerves suddenly racing with excited anticipation.

As he moved forward, Sabre reached out and slapped his arse lightly, grinning as he did, then swung the slave around and gripped his leather clad balls in one hand. The Master squeezed firmly, making Viking gasp with delight at the attention, before leading the sub to a slave bench by one wall, immediately alongside the sling. The bench was similar in appearance to a carpenter's saw-horse, but covered in padded black leather, with wing-like attachments on all legs.

Sabre had the boy kneel on one of these wings, and lie face down along the length of the bench. His arse was exposed, his legs open, and the thong containing his genitals slightly below the level of the narrow platform. Pulling Noah's wrists forward to the front legs of the bench, Sabre quickly used a pair of handcuffs to shackle the sub in place before strapping his knees as well. Satisfied with his work, he stood slightly behind the slave, admiring the view of his white, rounded arse, and the dark base of the butt plug still protruding from that winking hole.

Joe watched in fascinated arousal as his friend was manhandled across to the bench and restrained along it. His cock pressed up and out within the fitted leather he wore, so that it appeared as though his erection was made of leather. Nick observed the boy and his reaction, grinning for a moment, before laying a firm hand on Eagar's shoulder.

"You don't think this show is for your benefit, do you boy?" he said menacingly.

"Oh, no, Sir," Joe answered. "I'm sorry, Master Trojan, I was just watching and waiting ^Å"

"Well the waiting's over, and so is your rest," Nick chuckled evilly. "Hoist that handsome little butt of yours into that sling!"

"Yes, Sir!" Eagar said quickly as he sat into the base of the leather platform and leaned back to allow the sling to take his weight. As soon as he eased himself back onto it, Nick grabbed his booted feet and lifted them into the hanging stirrups, then stepped around to the side and used another set of cuffs to fix his wrists to the rear supporting chains.

"I think I'm gonna enjoy playing with your arse, boy," Nick hissed. Eagar simply nodded back at the powerful Master standing over him, and between his spread and raised legs.

No more than a metre from the slave hanging on his sling, and the Master preparing to use him, Sabre stood behind the second boy, his eyes darting back and forth between Viking on the bench before him, and Eagar in the sling beside him. His cock was leaking furiously now; having these two horny subs at the complete whim of himself and Trojan was incredibly hot. And on the other side of the bench was a shelf full of very interesting toys, all within easy reach, which he found equally as exciting, and which he wanted to use ^Ö each and every one ^Ö on this slave.

Gripping the base of the plug in Noah's arse, Sabre moved the thing from side to side, rotating it as he did. The slave gasped.

"You like that, boy?"

"Oh, yes Sir, thank you Sir."

"Let's see what else we have here for you, then," he muttered. A long, tapered dildo was at his fingertips, and he quickly applied a little lubricant to it, then held it in one hand while the other pulled at the plug. With a plop, the first toy exited Viking's body, leaving the slaves puckering hole clearly visible. With a toy in each hand, Sabre could not resist the urge, and slammed his still slimy cock deep and fast into the waiting hole.

"Fuck yeah, thank you, Sir," came the response. "Fuck me, Sir; fuck me hard!"

"Oh yeah, you're gonna get fucked, boy! When I'm ready," the Master whispered. Pulling his hips back quickly, he withdrew from the fantastic wet heat of the slave, and pushed the dildo into that body in place of his cock. Discarding the plug, Sabre began to work the long black shaft in and out, slowly pressing it into every corner of the slave's gut. He moved the thing from side to side, up and down, probing the cavern of Noah's body with the latex prong.

"Yes, Sir," Noah grunted. "Plug that arse, Sir. Work that cock up in there, Sabre. Open me up, please Sir."

The stream of pleading obscenities turned Sabre on even more as he played the slave's arse like a musical instrument, finding and using his prostate, pulling the toy completely out before plunging it back in again quickly. His entire frame trembled with pleasure as he used this slave however he wished. After a good long riding with the dildo, the Master whipped it out once more, and buried his own cock back into that welcoming, compliant hole, revelling in the sensation of moist heat which rode up and along his manpole as he sank deeper and deeper into Viking.

Still buried within the boy, Sabre found now a new item. Like a set of balls, yet held together by a semi-rigid tube, this toy could be held at the base, and bent if desired, or used like some kind of knobbed night-stick. Pulling back until only the very tip of his cock remained within the slave's sphincter, Sabre positioned the first of the rounded balls at Viking's hole, and backed off at the same time as he pressed it into the boy. Noah grunted, his arse muscles quickly closing around the tube behind that first sphere. Sabre laughed, landing a smack on the firm orb of the boy's cheek, and pushed the second ball into that hole.

Noah huffed this time as he felt the new penetration. His body tingled and his backside clinched. He had seen the toy before it was introduced to his body, knew what was coming, but the sensation was something else. Suddenly being opened wide and then allowed to close around the shaft, but not completely, and then having the whole process repeated while the first ball was pushed even further inside him, was amazing. As Sabre slapped him again, his skin tingled and his nerves raced with pleasure when the third solid orb prised him open and slipped inside. It was like a succession of butt plugs were being shoved into him, each one pushing the last deeper into his gut. He ached with ecstatic delight.

While Sabre used Noah's body, first with the dildo and then the balls, Nick was making good use of the other slave, standing as close as he was, he could see everything that his fellow Master did to Viking, which only increased his arousal even more. Once he had Eagar securely fastened to the sling and open and vulnerable, he took a moment to feast on the sight presented to him. The hot, handsome slave lay spread before him, straps of black leather across his chest, his legs encased in the shimmering dark hide of skin-tight chaps, his cock and balls swollen and black within their leather envelope. Trojan loved the design of this `genital pouch' ^Ö it was tailor made so that Eagar's balls slipped into a sack of hide, and his cock filled a long tube of gleaming leather perfectly. For all intents and purposes, the boy's very masculinity was made of leather, and it looked so fucking hot!

Nick left the boy hanging there in the thick air to investigate the shelf of implements available to him. Finding what he hoped for, he returned to Eagar and leaned over him, a long chain of silver in his hand. He let one end drape across the slave's chest, and slowly drew the length of it down and over his abdomen.

"You like this?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir," came the enthusiastic reply. "That turns me on, Master Trojan, Sir. Please put it on me, Sir."

Nick smiled as he stretched the chain to its full length. At either end was a small clip, the teeth covered in vinyl. Carefully but determinedly, Nick slid the opened mouth of each clip through the rings piercing Eagar's nipples, and allowed the cushioned teeth to close over the erect brown nubs.

Eagar gasped, and Nick looked up at him with concern. "You okay with this, boy?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir!" the slave answered. "I need it, Sir. I love the feeling of my tits being squeezed like this. Please don't stop, Trojan, please!!"

Nick nodded, and allowed the second clip to close. As he did, he looked into the eyes of the sub, and saw nothing but lusty excitement and desire. Testifying to the pleasure was the now rock hard length of Eagar's penis, proudly pointing up from his groin. Satisfied, the Master grinned.

Using one hand to pull at the chain attached to the boys nipples, Trojan allowed his other hand to roam all over the trembling body, exploring the slave's chest and abs, thighs, calves and groin. The Master squeezed the heaving spheres of Eagar's nuts, and stroked the long tube of his erection. His fingers probed into the open mouth and over the dark leather hood encasing the slave's head. Nick was incredibly aroused by this ability to simply explore another body without any resistance or hesitation, and to know that it was exciting the prone man in front of him so much.

Joe thought he was about to explode from an overload of sensation. His nipples were burning but alive, tingling with pleasure so intense it battered his brain. His cock throbbed and leaked, filling the leather casing with his juice. His body was tense, his nerves alive and racing as Master Trojan's fingers explored him. He shook with each touch, and wanted more. He begged for the man using him to pull again at the chain and stretch his nipples, the rush of pleasure at this total surrender to another person indescribable. To have a Master play him like this, use him without question, for utter pleasure, was a buzz no drug could ever emulate. The only thing missing, the only thing preventing him from feeling completely owned, completely dominated, was the fact that his open arse was still empty.

In desperation, he called out, "Trojan, Sir; Fuck me, please. I need it, Sir. I need my man-hole to be filled and fucked by your cock, Sir. Please Sir, I'm begging you, use my arse, Master and fuck me!!"

Nick ached at the pleading, his cock swelling and his need urging him on. He had wanted to fuck this boy for some time, but he also wanted to hear him beg for it. That plea would not go unheard! Without warning, without seeking permission, Master Trojan stepped into the space between Eagar's legs, lined his massive weapon up with the soft pink target, and slammed himself deep into the begging body. As a garbled cry of total pleasure escaped the slave, Trojan pulled back a little, steadying himself, and slammed in again. The entire length of his substantial masculinity was driven hard into the welcoming gut, stabbing its way up and into Eagar's innards. Nick plumbed the depths of the slave's body with his fleshy sword, trembling at the feeling of hot wetness which vacuumed him in, and resisted when he pulled himself away, then clenched again as he pounded upwards once more.

For a period of time unmeasurable, Nick fucked the slave in the sling, and Eagar swayed back and forth, impaled upon Master Trojan's cock, his nipples pulled and stretched, his body tingling, his senses racing. Trojan fucked the boy slowly, with long deep strokes, leaning over him and playing with his body. He changed tempo and used his rod like a pile-driver, crunching his hips into the slave's butt as he rutted against him with power, gripping at the throbbing cock and grasping at the sweating body as he explored Eagar's frame. And he altered his pace again, arching backwards and letting the pendulum motion of the sling do all of the work as the sub slid on and off his prong in time with the rhythm of the leather platform upon which he lay.

And during the whole time that Nick fucked Joe, and Joe hissed and spat, begging for more, Sabre was using dildoes and balls upon Noah's upturned arse right alongside. Nick could easily glance across to watch as his friend used his boy, and he could hear Sabre cursing at Viking, and Viking answering with begs and pleas for more. The entire circumstances were so erotic, so arousing, that more than once Nick had to slow himself down, and concentrate on holding back his urge to surrender to climax.

He was approaching that point yet again when Sabre looked across at him and nodded. "Fuck this boy of yours is hot, Trojan," he declared. Nick nodded unspoken agreement. Sabre was using a kind of long stick which consisted of a single narrow shaft interspersed with large balls, pressing them into Noah one at a time, while he gripped a handle and rotated the whole thing inside Viking's arse. It was amazing to watch this thing going in and out of the slave's hole.

Suddenly, Sabre announced that he needed to plug Viking's hole with some real flesh, and pulled the column of hard black spheres from Noah's butt in rapid succession, the slave's hole popping open and closing quickly with each one ^Ö 1, 2, Nick counted as seven balls plopped wetly from his boy, and as soon as the last had been withdrawn, Sabre slammed his thick, slimy cock into Viking. With a heaving sigh of pleasure, the Master buried himself in Noah's body, trembling and gripping the sub's hips with both hands as he quickly began a pounding tempo of thrust and parry that ravaged Viking's anus anew.

"Man that looks hot," Nick whispered. Sabre looked at him and grinned.

"Then, here you take him," he said, stepping back, his slicked and greasy tool jutting outwards, still wet from its attack upon Noah's innards. "It's about time I had a chance to use the other one anyway."

With a shared chuckle, the two Masters swapped places, Trojan lining himself up and plunging his sword deep into Viking, whilst Sabre stepped into the void between Eagar's legs, gripped at the chains supporting the swing, and pulled the prone slave back onto his rampant manhood with force. A chorus of gasps and pleas for more filled the room as the slaves begged to be used and the Masters took their pleasure from the two submissives.

Nick was fucking Noah with long, powerful strokes, finding his rhythm and enjoying the warm depths of Viking's gut. Lying beside him was the first dildo Sabre had used, and he picked it up, wiping it quickly and greasing it again. He began to alternate the fake schlong with his own flesh, fucking Viking first with the toy, then pulling it out to slam his cock in that opened hole. Sabre chuckled.

"That's good, Trojan," he said gruffly. "I like a lot of toy work ^Ö good to see you enjoy it too."

Nick nodded, as the other Master left Eagar hanging for a moment and went to the `toy shelf'. When he returned, Sabre was wielding a massive rubber dong in his hand. He held it up in front of the slave and spoke in a hushed whisper, almost respectful. "This is your room, isn't it, Eagar?"

"Yes, Sir," Joe answered uncertainly.

"Then can I assume you can take this thing?" said the Master, holding the gigantic dildo up for the slave to see.

Joe nodded again. "Uhh, ye.. yes, Sir, I can," he sputtered a little. "But take it slowly, please Sabre. That's a big fucking cock for anyone."

"Don't worry, boy," Sabre assured him. "I'll be careful. But if you want it, I'd be honoured to use it on you."

Eagar brightened, his voice husky with anticipation now. "Oh yeah, use it on me, Sir," he hissed. "Take it slow, but fuck me with it. At the right pace, that's my favourite toy, Sabre!"

Sabre's face lit up, his speech low and muttering. "Fucking hell, Eagar. I like and admire a slave who knows what he wants, and who can tell his Master the way he likes it. You and me are really gonna enjoy this!"

With Nick watching beside him, fascinated by what was happening, even though he continued to work the much smaller prong in and out of Noah's willing body, Sabre slowly and deliberately greased the huge black shaft with a silicone based lubricant, generously covering the entire thing. More lube was applied to Eagar's twitching rectum, as the Master worked the cream into his sphincter with several fingers and smoothed it all around the boy's entrance.

The dildo itself was a work of art. An exact replica of a fully erect penis, right down to the veins and ridges, complete with appropriately large testicles and even indentations representing pubic hair. But its proportions were far and away beyond any human prick any of the men had seen. From base to tip the thing was easily 45 centimetres long. That 18 inch length began with a rounded mushroom cap cockhead, and slid back to a thick shaft which tapered from just behind the glans as it widened in girth toward the base. Just before it finished in rounded balls, the shaft was at least eight centimetres in diameter. At almost three and a quarter inches thick, it was really going to stretch Joe's hole.

"Okay, Eagar, are you ready for this?" Sabre asked.

"Oh, I'll need amyl," Joe whispered hurriedly.

"No problem," Sabre answered, loosening one of the wrist restraints enough for the slave to be able to bring his hand to his nostrils, and dropping the small brown bottle into Eagar's fingers.

Master Sabre took up his position and watched as the boy drew a couple of long breaths from the small dark bottle. He waited a moment longer until he saw the ripple of excitement flow through the slave's body, and knew that the drug was having its effect. Holding the head of the dildo against Eagar's sphincter, Sabre very slowly, very patiently, began to move it. Rotating the tip against the boys skin, he pressed forwards just a little, and then a little more, allowing the resisting muscle to open against the pressure and accept this invasion. At first there was no problem, but as that massive head prised the slave open further, Joe began to breathe quickly, gasping as he struggled to relax himself.

"Okay, boy?" Sabre asked.

"Yes, Sir, I can take it, Sabre!"

Another toke on the amyl, and Joe settled again. "That's it, Sabre," he whispered. "Do it to me, Sir."

The slave lay back, allowing the sling to take his full weight. As the rush of sensation from the amyl washed through him, he concentrated on relaxing his body, pulling his knees back and opening his arse as far as possible. Surrender ^Ö that was what he had to do. Surrender to the invading giant, surrender to his base urges, surrender to the Master standing over him. A long look of desire overwhelmed him. He was garbed in tight leather, his legs wide. Between those legs stood a powerful man who was taking control of him, his six-pack abs and chiselled chest strafed by straps of black leather, his wide shoulders topped by a square jaw, above which a gleaming black hood obscured the top of his head.

With a rush of emotion, Eagar finally gave up any control to Master Sabre, and with a pop which he felt rather than heard, the solid head of the huge dildo slipped through his sphincter. His straining muscle closed tightly around the still wide girth as he grunted involuntarily.

"You alright, Eagar?" a voice floated from somewhere above him.

"Oh fuck, yes Sir!" he said breathlessly as the pain suddenly gave way to an incredible sense of fulfilment and arousal. That gigantic cock was inside him, and it felt fantastic!

He opened his eyes and looked up into Sabre's face. "Oh yeah," he whispered. "That feels so good, Sir. Slide that massive cock into me, Sabre. Make me take it all. Make me enjoy every fucking inch - just fuck me with it in long slow strokes, please Master!"

Sabre grinned again. "You're one hot little bitch, boy," he marvelled, as he began to slowly push the long shaft into the pleading slave.

A chorus of gasps and groans escaped Joe's lips as he revelled in the indescribably pleasure of that tree-trunk being driven into his gut. He swore he could feel every ridge and vein on the fake cock, his arse being stretched again, wider and wider as the thing entered him, his innards shoved aside as his bowel was filled by the length of the rubber prong. As it slid into him, slowly but irresistibly, it scraped across his prostate, making him shiver with delight.

"Yes, Sir, keep going, Sabre," he begged. "That is so good, Master!"

His body tingled, his nerves racing as the toy kept on coming. It was so long, so thick, that Eagar wondered if it would ever stop. Part of him didn't want it to ^Ö this was so amazing that he wanted it to go on and on forever. He marvelled at the absolute delight of giving complete control to Sabre, and being rewarded with the incredible sensations as the man eased that huge cock into his body, slowing from time to time to withdraw it a little, and then pushing it back in again. The long slow strokes, in then out, then deeper, were filling him with ecstasy as the Master was filling him with that giant prong.

Noah had listened interestedly to the exchange between Sabre and Eagar. Face down on the bench as he was, restrained at the wrists and knees, he could not see what was happening, but the sound was enough. The grunting and pleading, the wet sounds of the other slave's arse being opened, were exciting him just as Master Trojan was filling his hole with cock and dildo, working him into a state of arousal as his cock strained at the pouch. He struggled at the chains binding his arms, but not in fear. The sense of being totally bound, of being nothing but a toy to be used by his man for pleasure, was amazing. He begged for more.

"Please, Trojan Sir," he muttered, "Fuck my arse. Use me, Sir!

Nick smiled in satisfaction. The pleas from his boy, the power he had been granted, was so stimulating. He slapped Viking's arse with one hand as he wielded the toy with the other, probing his slave's body. "Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you long and hard, boy," he grunted.

Noah trembled with anticipation at the tone of Nick's voice. He knew and loved that attitude. It meant his Master was about to deliver some serious passionate humping. His nerves raced as Nick' s cock slammed into him again, only to be withdrawn just as fast, and replaced with the cool rubber of the dildo. Cock, then toy, then cock again pounded him. His prostate was rubbed and massaged, his guts filled and his joy raised with each penetration as he pushed back as best he could to take more and more of the thumping insertions Trojan delivered.

Suddenly, Nick slowed. The constant barrage of alternating shafts ploughing through his sphincter eased, and Noah groaned with the disappointment of losing that fervour. He pleaded again.

"Please, Sir ^Å I need you inside me. I need to be used, Trojan. Don't stop, Sir. Please don't stop."

Nick laughed allowed. "I'm not stopping, Viking. You aren't done with yet!"

Once again, Noah felt the hot hard head of Nick's weapon at his entrance. He opened himself and felt the thick mushroom cap breach his defences again, then stop, the flange of Trojan's knob held just inside the slave's ring of muscle. Then a new feeling ^Ö another rigid protuberance begging entry beside the first. Noah ached with delight. He felt the head of the dildo being introduced to his body alongside his Master's slickened, heated prong.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he hissed. "Do it, Trojan. Get that prong into me with your cock. Use my arse and double fuck me, now, please Sir."

There was no verbal response from Trojan, but Noah gasped with pleasure as his pleas were answered. With an even, firm pressure, Nick pressed the dildo into his boy's hole, prising it open even further to accommodate both the toy and his own cock, and Noah grunted in delight.

There was a little pain with the stretching he felt, but that quickly disappeared, aided by Nick leaning forward and holding a bottle of amyl under his nose. Noah took a long deep breath and both men waited a few seconds until the buzz filled Noah's body. With the familiar rush came the relaxation of his muscles and the sense of incredible pleasure, and Noah spoke again.

"Oh yeah, Trojan, that's it. Push it into me, sir. Fuck me with both cocks, please."

Noah was always amazed by the sensation this brought about. His hole felt so stretched that logically it should split apart, yet the overwhelming feeling coursing through his body was one of absolute pleasure. His arse was opened incredibly wide, the two thick shafts vying with one another for space within his body and filling him completely. Viking could feel both cocks pushing deeper and deeper into him, opening him and filling him, and his nerves jangled while his heart raced.

The cooler thickness of the dildo lay along the top of his Master's scalding flesh, and Viking shuddered as the two rods invaded his gut. He heard a muttered grunt as Nick bottomed out, the fake prong held in place against Trojan's pubic mound, and Noah groaned as the doubled heads pressed into the base of his stomach. He breathed slowly as his man rested a moment while both enjoyed this penetration, then took another draw at the proffered amyl. It was his indication of the thumping fuck about to begin.

And begin it did. Noah clenched as he felt Trojan begin to withdraw a little, and grunted as his Master slammed back in again. In, out, harder, faster, deeper the twin pricks plumbed him. Because Nick was concentrating on fucking him, Viking felt as though it was one huge cock instead of two which ploughed his innards, but his groans and hisses were testament to the enjoyment he took from this rollicking hump. Sometimes his Master fucked hard and fast, leaning back and using him so that his body shook from the assault. At other times, Trojan leaned over and into him, driving both the cock and the dildo deep into his body. Noah enjoyed this more ^Ö the feel of his man's leather strapped torso covering him, of Nick's chest pressing into his back, while hot droplets of sweat fell from his Master's face and seared his neck and shoulders.

When Nick reached right around him, still ploughing his cock and the dildo into his body, enwrapping his torso in his arms, and found Noah's nipples, pulling and pinching at them with his fingers, it was all Noah could do to hold back from exploding.

"Oh fuck, yeah, Trojan, Sir," he called out. "Cover me, Sir. Fuck me and own me, Master."

A loud cry of amazed delight disturbed the concentration of the two hunched over the slave bench. Sabre had been working the over-sized prong deeper and deeper into the sweating, pleading boy in the sling, pressing the giant cock further and further into the boy with each cycle.

"Sh ^Å eeee ^Å it!" he proclaimed. "That is the whole thing, boy! I can't believe you took it. Eagar, that fucking thing is stretching your arse so wide I could drive a truck through it, and it looks un-fucken-believable."

"Thank you, Sir," Joe gasped out in a half a whisper. He could barely believe it himself. The massive rubber log was completely inside him, and he felt so totally stuffed, so entirely filled, and yet so indescribably aroused. His entire body was shaking, his nerves electric. Sweat rolled from him, but he loved it.

Sabre found the sight of the massive cock lodged within Eagar's body just so erotic. He held it in place and felt that his cock was ready to explode, it was so hard. The sense of power he had at that moment was intense, the pleasure he took from absolute control over the slave, and from that control allowing him to fill the boy with such an incredible chunk of phallus, was overwhelming.

Joe lay in the sling, suspended in pure pleasure. Encased in leather, dominated by a strong, hunky man garbed in shining black, his guts filled with the latex toy, he was approaching a zenith of sensations and emotions far more quickly than expected. When Sabre, still holding the base of the dildo in place, began to rotate the thing slowly within him, the slave exploded in passionate release. Waves of bliss crashed through him as he surrendered to the feelings. He tried to call out a warning, but it was too late.

"Unnhhh ^Å. Oh fuuuuu^Å I'm cummmiiii^Å^Å" he yelled as his body went into spasms, his arse clenching at the mighty cock dilating it, his prick jerking and filling the leather pouch he wore with white hot jizz.

"Oh, fuck yeah, boy," Sabre declared, holding the toy in place as he ran his hands over Eagar's shuddering frame. "Shoot that load, Eagar. Fill that thong, boy," he encouraged, his own cock leaking copiously at the sight of the slave being engulfed in ecstasy before him. To know that he had done this to the sub was so arousing that the Master fought to keep control of his own urge to climax.

The shouting and shaking alongside them was so exciting that Nick backed out of Viking himself to avoid peaking. He held the dildo still inside his boy, but gently moved it around allowing Noah to enjoy the reduced but not completely empty feeling in his gut.

As Joe's gasps and groans decreased, and the spasming waves of pleasure rocking his body diminished, Sabre carefully and slowly began to ease the giant cock from his body. A still whimpering Eagar thanked him again and again, between apologies for cumming so soon, and twitched from time to time with the continuing pleasure of the massive prong riding his arsehole as it exited him.

"Don't apologise, boy," Sabre said warmly. "That, and you, have to be one of the hottest things I've ever done."

Finally the dildo was out, and Sabre stood back, his own frame a lather of sweat. He looked to his colleague.

"I think we could use a break, Trojan. What do you say?"

"I think you're right," Nick agreed. "All of us!"

While Sabre lifted a limp, exhausted Eagar from the sling, Nick bent down to undo the shackles binding his Viking, and the four of them settled on a long bench against one wall. Joe began to recover from his orgasm, his breathing settled and his limbs regained some strength.

"What do you say, Eagar?" Sabre asked with gentle concern. "Do you want to call it a night? I wouldn't be surprised after that if you did, and I'd understand."

Joe looked at the Master in surprise, then at his two friends. All seemed happy to finish their play if he wished. He was amazed that they were so considerate ^Ö his ex had never been like this. A feeling of incredible joy, mixed with love for these men, even the Master he had just met, flowed through him. And quickly behind it was a sense of lusty desire and tingling anticipation for what might yet come.

"No, Sir," he stated firmly. "I want to keep going as long as you want me to, Sabre. This is fantastic, and there's no need to stop." He grinned evilly. "I'm sure with a little encouragement, that I can `rise to the occasion' again tonight!"

The Master chuckled with delight and satisfaction. "Excellent, my boy!"

The four men remained where they were for another fifteen minutes, silent but enjoying each other's company, an unspoken sense of lust and anticipated pleasure hovering in the air around them. From time to time, hands and fingers explored sheened skin and taut leather as they appreciated each other and readied themselves for further play.

The touching and feeling began to escalate as animal need resurfaced in the four men, and soon they were a rolling mass of intertwined bodies, kissing and licking, biting and groping at each other. Noah found himself on his knees in front of Sabre, swallowing the Master's thick cock as he massaged its shaft with his tongue and fondled rolling nuts with one hand. He barely paused in his concentration when he felt a hardness at his rear, and knew that Master Trojan was entering him.

Aroused and delighted, the Viking relaxed his hole and increased his attentions to Sabre as Trojan slammed into him. The two Masters knelt at either end of this willing slave, looking at each other, and fucking him hard. Sabre held his hooded face and plumbed his throat with flesh, while Trojan gripped his narrow waist and stabbed a long thick sword of masculinity deep into his gut. Eagar, observing the trio, felt his erection returning. He was surprised and delighted to feel the added sensation of his own still wet ejaculate coating his cock within the leather pouch, acting as both a lubricant and a stimulant with every movement he made.

As Trojan and Sabre suddenly stopped at a nod to each other and reversed positions, Eagar took the chance to roll around and lie face up, his head beneath Viking's pelvis. When the Master's resumed their fucking, this time with Sabre pounding his masculinity hard and long into the slave's belly, and Trojan spearing Viking's face with his manliness, Eagar swallowed Noah's cock, sucking and gnawing at it fervently, his hands groping and squeezing at the other slave's balls. For a long, heated time, the four of them fucked and sucked, grinding and pounding at each other and pushing each other closer and closer to their respective peaks.

Nick eased back a little for a moment, conscious of his rising excitement. As his prick slid from Viking's mouth, the slave hissed up at him.

"Oh fuck, Sir, thank you. It's so good having both of you use me like this, Master. I love having two cocks in me at once!"

Nick chuckled, and was suddenly inspired. "I know you do, Viking. And I think we can do better than one at each end ^Å" He looked across the slave's back to his colleague. "Sabre, sorry to disturb you, mate, but how about pulling that meat of yours out of the boy ^Ö just for a little while?"

The other Master appeared confused, but nodded agreement. "Okay, Trojan," he said. "You got something in mind?"

"Oh, yeah!" Nick grinned evilly. "Viking, follow me," he ordered as he stood up and moved toward one wall. He quickly dragged a wide flat foot-stool over to next to the bench on the wall, and lay across it so that his buttocks and pelvis were supported by the stool, his upper body on the bench.

"Okay, boy, straddle me," he ordered. "Lower that sweet hot arse of yours onto my cock."

Noah complied, his legs on either side of the stool, his body facing Nick as he sat himself down on his man, using his own weight to drive Nick's cock deep inside himself.

"Lean forward, boy," Trojan said firmly. As he did so, exposing his arse, already pierced by the Master's prick, to view by Sabre, Nick spoke again.

"Now, Sabre, see anything you like?" he laughed.

The other smirked along with him. "Oh, yeah! A hot hungry hole filled with cock. Looks good!"

"Maybe ^Å" Trojan sounded uncertain. "But I don't think it's filled quite enough," he said. "I reckon you should move in here and fill it as well!"

"Oh yeah," Sabre murmured lustily. He quickly stood behind the impaled sub, his own legs spread wide so that Trojan's feet were between them, and lowered himself until his cock lined up with the plugged hole of the boy sitting on Trojan's lap.

Pushing Noah forward with one hand, Sabre sidled into place, his slickened prong nudging against Nick's shaft and pressing at the muscle of Viking's sphincter. Noah held a bottle of amyl to his nose and breathed deeply. "Do it, Sir," he urged. "Join Master Trojan inside me. I can take it, can take both of you, Sir."

Sabre pressed again, using a little more force, as he felt the sub relax to his invasion. Irresistibly, his flaring glans pried open the soft tissue of Viking's entrance, and his cockhead eased into the gripping ring.

"Oh fuck," he declared as his head disappeared.

"Oh, yeah," Trojan echoed as he felt the hardness of the other man's cock slide alongside his own in that tight wet space.

"Uunnhhhh, that's good!" hissed Viking as the new rod entered him, competing with the thickness already there.

Slowly, Sabre leaned forward, the shaft of his penis sliding in and in, the friction of it's contact with Trojan's meat, and the resistance from the sub's anus, combining to excite him so much. When he finally bottomed out, his cock fully buried, his nuts heaving and crushed against his fellow Master's rolling balls, he let out a long held breath.

"Fuck, yeah!"

"Oh shit, Sirs," Viking gasped. "This is so fucking unbelievable! Trojan, Sabre, fuck me please, Masters. Both of you fuck my arse together please, Sirs.

He didn't need to ask. Both men were so aroused by being in the same slave at once, that they soon began to thrust and jab at the soft but tight gut. Each could feel the heated wetness of Viking's belly gripping and enveloping their manhood, while both marvelled at the sensational friction of the other's heated pole riding against his own.

They started slowly, but soon their speed increased as they fucked at this enthusiastic, compliant body which accommodated them both. Sometimes in unison they slammed inward and pulled back. Sometimes they diverged, Sabre pounding himself in while Trojan withdrew, then passed each other in the opposite direction. They fucked the boy hard. Hard and fast. Hard and deep. And trembled with passion as he begged for more.

Sabre looked sideways, and saw an obedient Eagar, standing and watching. From the upward and oversized tilt of his pouch, it was obvious the boy had recovered completely from his earlier climax.

"Eagar?" Sabre thundered. "What are you just standing there for, boy?"

"Uh, sorry Sir," the startled slave mumbled quickly.

"Get that cock of yours out of that leather thong. It must be damn sticky and uncomfortable in there by now."

"Yes, Sir," Joe responded, unsnapping his pouch and letting his penis swing free. Immediately, the residue of his ejaculation began to dribble to the floor.

Sabre caught Trojan's eye, the two of them staring at each other in lusty excitement as they jointly fucked Viking. "If this slave of yours likes two cocks at once, "Sabre mused, "I wonder how he'd go with three?"

Nick grinned. "Eagar, get up here and shove your prick in Viking's mouth!" he said by way of answer.

Joe jumped to comply, stepping up so that his legs were astride Nick's head. Noah twitched inside at the extra arousal, and looked up at the other slave, opening his mouth wide.

"Come on, Eagar," he said. "Fuck my face. These two powerful Master's are filling my arse, and I need you to fill my throat at the same time, man."

Immediately, Viking's throat closed around Eagar's throbbing, rock hard cock. Now filled more completely than he thought possible, Noah was ecstatic. As his arse was assaulted and ploughed by the double fucking from Sabre and Trojan, his gullet was slammed full of the sticky cum-soaked shaft of Eagar's cock. He licked and tongued at the new phallus, savouring the taste of the other slave's essence as he swallowed that meaty rod, his hooded head held in place and fucked hard by the sub standing over them.

Nick could barely conceal his delight. Directly above him, Eagar's nuts swung back and forward as he slid his slimy prick into Viking's face. Over his boy's shoulder, he could see the total lust written across Sabre's face as they fucked together, and above all else was that incredible sensation of Sabre's cock against his own, both of them thundering into Viking's hot, tight hole.

Sabre too, was lost in base animal instinct, rutting away at the body in front of him, amazed at the feelings coursing through him as he shared this boy in the fullest sense of the word. His cock, trapped in that body alongside Trojan's, swelled and ached with the pleasure he experienced. His nerves raced as his body tingled and he struggled to hold onto control, his urges driving him to a peak of masculine ecstasy. The harnessed sub into which he drove his hungry pole bounced back and forth with the combined assaults from two cocks in his rear and the driving prick being shoved into his face by Eagar. Now that was one hell of a sub! He thought to himself as he admired the muscular body of the boy fucking Viking's face.

Standing at the peak of this pyramid of animal lust, Joe stared down at the bodies below him in amazement and bliss. Viking's throat engulfed his sticky prick, sucking him clean and suctioning at him. The leather blackness covering the other slave's hood was like a glorious hole of pleasure which held and pulled at his manhood. Beneath his feet, a powerful, hairy Master humped up and into his fellow sub, huffing and sweating with the exertion. And in front of him, another Master, the tall, strong Sabre, joined Trojan in filling Viking's body with himself. Piercing eyes stared out of the slits in his shining black hood and roamed over Eagar's body, making him feel so wanted, so good. Sabre's upper body, criss-crossed in leather, heaved as he drove his long cock into Viking, and Eagar stared in wonder at the length of that weapon as it exited the other slave before being shoved back in again.

In a position of total subservience, fucked by two cocks in his arse and a third in is face, Noah was fighting hard not to explode. The fighting, jousting penises in his rear were shooting pleasure into every part of his body. The slick, throbbing meat being arched into his face tasted so good, and injected even more bliss as he felt he had absolutely no choice in how he was treated ^Ö these three men between them completely owned and controlled him at that moment, and he could not imagine anything more erotic.

Despite his best efforts, Noah's nerves were fraying, his body nearing the point of no return. When Sabre and Trojan both gave an especially hard, deep shove into him, driving each of their cocks up into his gut at once as they held him hard, he lost it. Unable to speak because of the prong filling his throat, the Viking boy grunted a strangled cry of abandon, shuddered in ultimate pleasure, and exploded, his cock spraying a thick load of cum into his leather jock, and out over the top of that pouch as his prick head poked above the waistband. Again and again he shot, creamy goo filling the space between himself and Trojan, and drenching the Master's chest as it did.

As he came, Noah shuddered, involuntarily clenching his arse tightly around the two cocks filling it. With his explosion in full swing, his body bounced against the two men fucking him. The added tightness of the hole he was fucking, combined with the heaving of the slave, proved too much for Sabre. Fighting it vainly, he threw his head back and roared as his orgasm struck. Matching the tremors in Viking, he spasmed forward, his prick engorged, and spewed his essence deep into the cavity it filled. A river of seed flowed from him, drowning his co-fucker's meat and flooding the already crowded innards of Viking. Swearing and cursing with ecstatic passion, he emptied himself into the slave.

Sabre's sudden outpouring swept over Nick's cock, making the tight hot hole he was fucking even tighter and hotter. The feeling of another man's jizz slicking his own cock and filling that hole sent him into orbit. Gasping and heaving, his cock became rigid for a moment and then torrential flows of ejaculate leapt from him, keeping time with the spasms of Sabre's prick, and pumping Noah full of white hot cream. As his orgasm reached a crescendo, Nick looked up to see Eagar's rolling nuts, pumping cock, and winking anus directly above him. Without thinking, even as he drove himself even deeper into Viking, he reached and grabbed the other slave's balls with one hand, squeezing hard, while he drove three fingers bunched together deep and fast into the pink target of Eagar's butt.

The unexpected pleasurable pain of his nuts being gripped by Master Trojan, and the penetration of the man's fingers deep into his arse, made Eagar cry out in delight. The three men below him were already lost in the throes of orgasm, and when Trojan's fingers hit his prostate, Joe happily joined them, pumping litres of his juice into Noah's gullet. He shook and swayed, never letting go of the leather hood into which he poured his masculinity, gasping as he climaxed for the second time that night and emptied himself of his very essence.

As his peak passed, Joe remembered to release Noah's head. A gasping face looked up at him.

"Sorry about that, Viking," he whispered.

Noah grinned. "No need at all. It was fantastic!"

"Fuck me!" resounded from behind them as Sabre withdrew himself from Viking with a slurping, wet slosh, and rolled to one side, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and breathing fast. Joe stepped over Nick and Noah, and went to move down from his perch, almost falling. Sabre caught him as he did, and lowered the slave alongside himself, settling Eagar's head into his lap.

Gingerly, Noah lifted himself away from Nick. "Thank you, Sir!" he said softly to his lover, leaning forward to kiss him deeply before collapsing on the cushioned flooring. Nick smiled back.

"Thank you!" he said with feeling. "All of you!", and joined Noah, leaning against the bench, and pulling his man in between his legs while he recovered from the amazing peak they had shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sir," Joe said when he recovered enough to realise where he was, lifting his head quickly.

"What are you sorry for, Eagar?" Sabre asked gently. "You did very well. In fact, you were fucking brilliant."

"For lying on you without permission, Sir," Joe said humbly, his face down.

Sabre laughed. "That's okay, my boy," he said. "I think we could all do with some relaxation after that. And I like it, having you rest on me. Come back and put your head down here," he grinned, patting his chest. As Joe complied, the Master looked down at him with a smile, laying his hand softly on Joe's hooded brow, and caressing it. Joe smiled back in thanks.

Nick sat nearby, leaning against one wall, with Noah lying stretched out between his legs, Noah's back resting against Nick's stomach, and Nick's arms around Noah's chest.

"You said this place isn't yours, Trojan?" Sabre asked.

"That's right," Nick answered. "Belongs to `Eagar' here. It's his house, and his dungeon."

"I'm impressed," the Master stated, lowering an arm across Joe's body possessively.

"Thank you, Sir," Joe replied warmly.

Nick hugged Noah just a little more firmly, and an approving nod came back from his lover. "Do you have a boy of your own, Sabre?" Nick asked.

"No," responded the other wistfully. "Never been lucky enough to find the right man. I want someone who knows when to play and when to face reality. Someone I can love ^Ö when we're together, just the two of us; someone who understands the difference when we play with friends like yourself and your Viking Boy here."

"Eagar used to have a Master, Sir, although maybe not so understanding," Noah said casually.

"That so, boy?" Sabre said as he looked down and along the body reclining against his own, admiring it. "What happened?"

"It's a long story, Sir," Joe answered softly. "And Ni ^Å er, Trojan and Viking, have heard it all before."

Sabre seemed somehow to pull Joe even closer into him. He looked up at the other two, letting out a long, low sigh. "Eagar, Trojan, Viking ^Ö guys, I will completely understand if you tell me to forget what I'm about to ask, but ^Å"

Nick looked across at him, curious now. "Go ahead and ask, Sabre ^Ö if we don't like it, we'll tell you."

The Master looked at each of his companions in turn. "It's obvious that you guys know each other as friends, outside of this room, away from the role playing we've just done."

Nick and Noah nodded. Joe whispered, "Yes, Sir."

"I've really enjoyed myself tonight. And especially this ^Å" he waved an arm around at the four of them relaxing on the floor together. "This being able to sit and talk afterwards. I'd like the opportunity to get to know you as well. Not as slaves and Masters ^Ö as men."

"I kinda figured you might," Nick grinned.

Sabre straightened just a little, not enough to displace Joe's head, but sufficient that he could look each of them in the eye. He slowly reached up and removed his hood. "My name is David," he said seriously.

A slight flurry of movement followed, as each of the others also bared their faces completely. Noah spoke first. "I'm Noah," he grinned.

"Nick!" Nick followed. "Pleased to meet you, David."

Joe twisted around and kneeled up so that his face was level with David's. "And my friends call me Joe'," he said. "I'd like you to call me Joe', Sir."

"Thanks, Joe," David answered softly. "I'd like that ^Ö a lot!"

Noah shifted then as well. He turned about to look at Nick, giving him a surreptitious wink. "I think it's time we headed home, Sir," he said, emphasising the `Sir'."

"Oh, of course," David said suddenly, beginning to get up.

"I'll come and see you out," Joe added as he too began to stand.

"No, no," Nick said, indicating for them to relax again. "We can find our own way upstairs. You two relax."

Noah smiled. "Are you in any hurry to go, David?" he asked.

"Umm, not really," came the hesitant reply. "But I don't want to overstay my welcome ^Å"

Joe clicked to what Nick and Noah were doing, and he chuckled softly. "Perhaps you'd like to hear my story, David?" he said quietly.

David's smile covered his face instantly. "I'd like that very much!" he said.

As Nick and Noah pulled the dungeon door closed behind them, Noah leaned across and kissed his man tenderly. "I love you," he said softly.

Nick kissed him back. "I love you, too. Especially when you come up with brilliant ideas like this," he laughed.

The End

This story is a fantasy, it is not real and only happened in my imagination. YOU MUST REMEMBER that in the real world, you can DIE from having unsafe sex. It is your right and your duty to make sure that condoms are always used, whether you are giving or receiving. It doesn't matter how good looking or how ugly he is, and it doesn't matter whether you are top or bottom, USE A CONDOM!