Bondage Story

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A Bondage Story

Since Daniel and Matt had nearly been discovered getting horny in the showers at the gym after their workout, they started wearing their gym clothes home. They rode in Daniel's Camaro, staining the seats with their sweat, and exalting in being young, male, and in love. From time to time, Daniel would glance at Matt, who, when he noticed, would grab his crotch through his shorts and smile. By now, each of them knew the routine that they would follow when they got back to the apartment, and knowing this made Daniel drive quickly.

Daniel's father had given him the new Camaro as a high school graduation gift, and the old man even provided the loft apartment just off Peachtree where the young men lived. Daniel was a year older than Matt, and a junior to Matt's being a sophomore at the community college that they both attended.

Both young men were healthy, as slim as colts, and were well- muscled and taut from their bi-weekly workouts. Daniel was slightly the smaller of the two. He had blond hair and blue eyes. Matt was somewhat taller than Daniel, and he had brown hair and brown eyes.

The two had met at a gay rights rally in Cobb County (a bastion of bastardy where hate was envisioned as a family value and the county commissioners thought that they could shackle the performing arts to their own visions and imagination, furthermore located in a county that required handguns in one municipality. Shoot gays? No more that Pro Choice doctors are risk!)

Our heroes, though, soon had made a date to see a movie. And one movie later, Daniel had invited Matt to his apartment. That night, they made gentle but satisfying love, and soon Matt abandoned his dormitory room to move in with Daniel.

The apartment was really an artist's loft in a converted warehouse just off Peachtree and Pharr Road. It featured expansive skylighting, a large open area which Daniel and Matt had decorated with a huge old wooden bed with plenty of sack pillows scattered around, some basic thrift-shop furniture, and Matt's rather extensive stereo system.

Riding up the rickety elevator, Daniel leered at Matt. "Are you prepared?" he asked. "You know you're mine for the rest of the evening, and I intend to use you for whatever you're worth."

Matt nodded. "This week is yours, but, remember, I get the next turn, and payback's a bitch." He shook a finger to emphasize his point.

At this, Daniel laughed. "Could be, but I'll worry about that when the time comes. For now, I think you should be cultivating that proper subservient attitude."

"Yes, master." Matt nodded solemnly.

The elevator came to a jerky halt, and Daniel pulled open the door. They stepped into a short hallway, and Matt reached into his gym bag for the keys. Daniel placed a hand on Matt's elbow, and said, "The game starts now!"

Matt nodded and unlocked the door. He went into the apartment first, and he set the gym bag down by the doorsill. Daniel followed him in. As soon as the door was closed and locked, Daniel grinned at Matt and said, "Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!"

Matt obediently went down to his knees, and raised his clasped hands up in front of his face. He looked down at the floor and said, "Do with me as you will, master, but I beg you to be kind to me."

"You need not fear harm, slave, as long as you will obey me quickly in all things, no matter what I may ask of you." said Daniel.

"I am yours to command," said Matt, still not having looked up.

"Very well," said Daniel. "Get the chair and the ropes."

"Yes, master," said Matt, and he rose from the floor. He walked across the loft to the scarred old dining table the previous tenant had abandoned, and he picked up one of the heavy wooden chairs. He carried it back across the loft, and he stopped for a moment near the bed stand. He opened the door and extracted several coiled lengths of soft, cotton rope. Carrying the chair and the rope, he walked the rest of the way across the loft to the small combination toilet-bath-laundry room.

Daniel was leaning against the washing machine waiting for him. He had not removed his gym clothes. When Matt appeared in the doorway, he ordered Matt to set the chair down and bring him the coils of rope. Matt carefully lowered the chair, and he walked over to Matt, eyes downcast, and handed Matt the rope.

Daniel eyed Matt appraisingly. "You're wet, slave, and your clothes are dirty!"

"Yes, master." said Matt.

"Well," said Daniel. "We'll just have to do something about that! Strip out of those dirty clothes."

Matt went to one knee and began to unlace a sneaker. He pulled it off, and then pulled off the accompanying sock. He shifted to the other knee and did the same. He tossed his shoes and socks together in a pile. Then, as Daniel watched impatiently, he pulled his shirt over his head. This, too, he dropped to the floor.

"That's no way for a slave to behave," said Daniel, "casually throwing his clothes on the floor. For this, you must be disciplined! Stand up now, and put your hands behind your head!"

Matt obediently stood up. Daniel admired his strong chest and his smooth stomach. He smiled appreciatively, but he said, "You're moving too slowly! Must I do everything myself?" With that, he lowered his hands to Matt's waist and grasped the thin shiny material of Matt's gym shorts. Quickly he slipped the shorts down about Matt's knees. Matt wore cotton briefs under his gym shorts, and already his erection was pushing out against the fabric. Daniel cupped his hand and rubbed Matt's balls through the soft cloth. He could feel Matt's cock responding. Matt's face reddened, but he stood at close to attention.

"My", said Daniel, as he slipped his hand into Matt's briefs, "aren't you ready. Why, I would almost think that you're expecting some sort of reward!" He looked Matt in the face, as his hand slipped lower. "Why you would expect anything, slave, I don't know, because you still have to be punished for your sloppiness."

He then slipped Matt's briefs down. Matt's cock, freed from its enclosure, sprang forward. Matt had a large cock which was, like Daniel's, circumcised. "Step out of those things!" commanded Daniel. "And pick up those clothes."

Matt slid his briefs and shorts down and stepped out of them as a pair. He bent to pick up the clothing he had discarded, and started to give them to Daniel.

"Not to me, slave! Put your dirty clothes where they should be, in the washer!" Daniel said.

Matt, his erection full, and now frustrated, carried his clothes to the washer. He set the sneakers on a shelf and threw everything else in the washer. He turned to face Daniel, and asked respectfully, "What should I do now, master?"

"Go to the chair, slave, and sit down."

Matt walked over to the chair, and Daniel admired his trim, youthful buttocks. Matt sat down in the chair, placing his ankles beside the two front chair legs. Daniel walked behind the chair, and without having to be asked, Matt crossed his wrists behind the chair's upright back. Daniel quickly and expertly tied his wrists together with a length of rope. Matt flexed his wrists experimentally, and found them to be tightly bound.

Daniel moved to the front of the chair and tied Matt's ankles to the chair legs. He tied them to the front crossmember, so that each ankle was suspended, with only Matt's toes touching the floor. Daniel noted with approval how this position made Matt's calf muscles bunch up. With each hand, he grasped Matt's calfs and kneaded them firmly for a short time.

Daniel tested each knot, and then he stood in front of the chair. Through all of this, Matt had not lost his erection, and it stood proudly, pressed against his stomach. Daniel traced a fingertip around Matt's nipples, and he said, "I know what you want, you with that big hard-on. But you've been a careless slave, and now you'll just to suffer until I feel differently."

Daniel removed a collar and leash from the shelf, which he attached to Matt's neck. The leash was a silver chain, which he left to dangle to Matt's lap. The chain fell across Matt's penis, which moved in response. Daniel thought that the sight was a fine image, that of the cold, silver chain links against the color and flesh of Matt's cock. He had a temptation to stop the game there, and take that magnificent organ into his mouth. He could almost taste the pre-cum. Quickly, he put the image from his mind.

"Now, don't make me gag you, too," he warned (although the boys never had employed gags in their games).

He moved a step away, hoisting himself up to sit on the lip of the washing machine. He removed his shoes and socks, all the time watching Matt. What a proper slave he makes! he thought. And how lucky I am that he's all mine. He pulled his tee shirt over his head, and then he reached forward one foot, and placed it in Matt's lap. With his toes, he burrowed under Matt's balls. He began to flex his toes, massaging that area between Matt's balls and Matt's glory-hole. Matt squirmed appreciatively.

"What do you want, slave?" Daniel asked.

"I want you to fuck me, master," said Matt.

"Soon, soon, my slave. But first I think I'll keep you bound a little longer." He pulled his foot away from Matt's balls and slid off the washing machine. He turned his back on the bound man, and placed his hands at his own waist. "Is there something in here that you want, slave?"

"Yes, master!"

"Well, you can have it when you've atoned for your bad behavior." Slowly and progressively, he slid his shorts down, exposing a black jockstrap. The strap left his ass bare except for a small line down his crack. Daniel massaged his ass checks, knowing full-well the effect that would have on his slave. When he turned around to remove the jockstrap, Matt's erection had become even greater. Pre-cum drooled from the head of Matt's cock, which was richly veined and purpled, and seem to throb with intensity. Daniel was not surprised to his own organ in much the same condition.

"Well, slave," he said, "it seems that my cock is available! But first, we should move you." He bent down and released the knots securing Matt's ankles. As Matt lowered his feet flat on the floor, Daniel noted approvingly the rope lines left on Matt's ankles. He picked up the ropes, stood up, and took hold of the leash. "Come along, slave," he said.

Matt stood up straddling the seat. Carefully, he straightened his body and slid his bound wrists up the back of the chair. In a moment, he was free of the chair and stood on his feet. "Come along, slave," repeated Daniel, and he snapped the leash. Obediently, Matt stepped out of the room, with Daniel following at the length of the leash. As they walked out into the loft, Daniel watched Matt's rear, enjoying the up and down movements of his buttocks in relation to his tightly constrained wrists as he strode. Together, they walked over to the big bed. "Crawl onto the bed and stand on your knees, with your ankles off the bed."

Matt complied and Daniel tied his ankles back together, using the same ropes. This time, though, he bound them more tightly, looping the rope around both ankles and then winding it between. He pulled the center rope ends tightly and tied two large knots. He went to the other side of the bed, to Matt's front, and looped the other rope around Matt's legs, just above his knees. This rope, too, he twined through the center. That done, he moved back to admire his handiwork. Matt stood at attention, bound hand, leg, and ankle, and tried to look properly contrite. His angry erection thrust forward in counterpoint to the otherwise perfect symmetry he presented in bondage.

Satisfied with his work, Daniel, too, kneeled on the bed. Pressing himself up closely against Matt, so that their cocks touched, he wrapped his arms around the other boy, kissing him hotly, thrusting his tongue into the other's mouth. He could feel the chain leash, it's cold silver pressing against his chest and stomach. He moved slightly causing the chain to brush against his cock, and he responded by thrusting his mouth against Matt's more tightly. Bound as he was, Matt responded eagerly, thrusting his own tongue forward.

For some moments, the two kissed like this, until Daniel pulled away slightly. He took the leash in one hand and wrapped his other hand around Matt's neck. A slight tug at the leash and pull with his other hand was all that was necessary to unbalance Matt so that he tumbled over onto the bed. The bed, of course, was soft, and Matt wasn't hurt.

Lying on his side, facing Daniel, Matt allowed his legs to straighten. When he did this, Daniel looped his top leg over Matt's, and with his leg and hands, pulled the boy close. For some time, they lay like this, with their bodies parallel, touching at flagrant lip, now-heaving chest, massive hard-ons, knee to knee. Daniel placed an arm over Matt's waist, placing his hand on the ropes at Matt's wrists. He released Matt's mouth, and laying so close that he couldn't focus on both of Matt's eyes at the same time, said, "Well, slave, are you ready to serve me without question?"

"Please, please," begged Matt.

Daniel pulled away from Matt, and without his support, Matt reclined partially onto his back. Daniel repositioned himself and thrust his engorged organ into Matt's face. Matt leaned forward eagerly, but with his hands bound, was unable to grasp the cock that he so much desired, so Daniel had to do it for him. He again tossed his leg over Matt's body and, with one hand, took his cock and guided it forward.

Matt lifted his head, presenting a straighter path for Daniel's cock. He stretched his mouth wide, pressing his lips tightly together, and took much of Daniel's length. With his tongue, he could feel the veins that encircled his friend's cock and he could taste the salty pre-cum that presaged the eruption that would come. He moved his head back and forth, being careful to maintain his alignment. Daniel picked up on this motion and began to match it. The rhythm came faster and faster, and Daniel grunted with pleasure. Soon, he began to fell the sensation that indicated his coming explosion. Too soon, he thought, and he pulled away.

Matt reluctantly relinquished his hold, whimpering slightly that Daniel's cock was being denied him again. Meanwhile, Daniel was athrob with urgency. Quickly he bent and untied Matt's legs and ankles. He turned Matt bodily to the side of the bed, rolling him back so that his wrists, still bound, were pressed into the bed. He pulled the leash into one hand, and Matt obligingly placed his feet over Daniel's shoulders.

Looking down, Daniel could see that Matt's cock was also in a state of some urgency, throbbing with the boy's heartbeat, more purpled and engorged than ever. With his other hand, he guided his cock into the vee of Matt's ass. He slipped his cock into that perfect receptacle and thrust vigorously. Back and forth, back and forth, so strongly and rapidly that at each forward movement, Matt's legs would be thrust from his shoulders, only to meet Daniel's chest again on the return stroke. His breath was coming quickly now, and he could feel his heartbeat in his temples. Suddenly, so suddenly that he felt some surprise, he felt his tension erupt into an explosion, as wave after wave of crashing sensation rained down upon him.

It was all he could do to disengage himself, but he pulled his cock out of it's snug refuge, just in time to unload gusts of cum, which he dispersed in a torrential outpouring onto Matt's groin, stomach, and chest. He shuddered hugely, his eyes closed, feeling the slight echoes of the explosion, until his heartbeat slowed, and then he lowered his cock onto Matt's and, mixing his own cum with Matt's pre-cum, for a time massaged them both.

By this time, Matt's own urgency was not to be denied. After all, he had been an adequate and obedient servant, but the game had been Daniel's, and now the game was over. He gently lowered Matt's legs to the bed. Matt rolled onto his back, proffering his bound hands. As Daniel untied the loops, Matt bucked and thrashed, anxious to be freed so that he could obtain his own rewards. When his hands were free, he rolled onto his side. His cock, wet with his own pre-cum and Daniel's ejaculate, stuck to the sheets for a moment, and then slid across them a short distance, sending Matt a sensation that caused him to wince. Even before he was fully turned over, he was reaching for his friend.

Episode 2 of

A Bondage Story

It had been three days since Matt and Daniel had last acted out a bondage fantasy, and Matt had spent his idle time fantasizing about what his turn as the dominant partner would involve. All week he had thought of it, with his thoughts intruding even when he and Daniel were in bed involved in the normal sex that their love enabled.

Matt had given Daniel no inkling of what he intended, even though Daniel had inquired several times. Better to let him wonder, Matt thought, and see what his imagination does to him. Matt was sure that his fantasy would take Daniel by surprise.

Finally, the days passed, and returning from the gym, the boys entered into their fantasy relationship. "The game starts now!" said Matt, using the words that had become traditional in their games. "Abase yourself, slave, and beg for your favors!"

Daniel fell to his knees and bowed his head. He said, "I am yours to command, master, I but ask that you do not hurt me."

"You don't need to fear me, slave, as long you are obedient to my every wish," said Matt. Daniel kneeled before him, still damp from their workout, his sandy blond head bowed, and his hands clasped neatly in front of his satin gym shorts. Matt felt the first stirring of his cock in his own shorts, and he said, "First, slave, we have to clean you up. Go into the bathroom and strip out of those sweaty clothes."

"I obey, master," said Daniel, and he rose and walked across the boy's loft into their bathroom. The apartment was on the top floor of a converted manufacturing and warehouse facility, and it featured a tile-covered shower area as well as four individual stalls, two of which had been converted for a laundry pair. Exposed pipes ran overhead to the shower heads, and there were several chrome-colored drains set directly into the tile.

Matt followed Daniel to the bathroom and leaned against the door sill as Daniel started to undress. "Face me, slave!" he ordered, and Daniel turned toward him. Daniel first removed his tee shirt, exposing his flat stomach and muscular chest. His chest was mostly hairless, except for a small, blonde ring around each of his nipples. He tossed his tee shirt away, and pushed each of his sneakers off using his toes. These he kicked away and then he lifted each ankle to remove his socks.

Matt could feel his erection straining against his own shorts, and he could see that Daniel, too, was becoming hard. Daniel placed his hands on his waist and pushed his gym shorts down to his ankles. He was wearing only a jock-strap beneath. This too he quickly slid away. His cock, freed of its confinement, slowly fell forward. Daniel looked down at his own cock, and then he looked at Matt, who was still leaning in the doorway.

"What now, master?" asked Daniel.

"Spread your legs, slave, and let me look at you." Daniel obediently spread his legs and stood looking at the floor. His cock had become fully erect and thrust upward, close to his belly. Daniel had a prominent tan line, in a shape and position that he wouldn't want his mother to see. With his legs apart, and his hard-on up, his balls were elevated, and Matt could see the inside swell of Daniel's ass between his legs. Finally, he said, "Turn and face the wall, slave, and put your hands behind your head. And don't turn away from the wall."

Daniel complied, and Matt left the room. He went directly to a closet in the loft apartment, reached up to the shelf, and withdrew a shoe box. He removed a shiny new pair of handcuffs. Chuckling, he replaced the box on the shelf and returned to the bathroom.

Daniel was still standing, facing the wall, in a position of attention. He did not look back when Matt returned, but he could hear the clack of some sort of metallic hardware. He wondered what his friend had in mind.

He didn't need to wonder for long, for Matt said, as he entered the doorway, "Move into the shower."

Daniel stepped into the shower, still keeping his hands behind his head. As he turned, he glimpsed the handcuffs in Matt's hands. They were a new wrinkle he had not seen or used before. He stopped in front of a shower head. "Not that one," said Matt. "Go the next one."

Perplexed, but staying silent, Daniel stepped over to the next shower position. He stood facing the wall. Matt walked over to him and said, "Hold your hands up next to that pipe, and I'm going to handcuff you."

Daniel looked up and saw the pair of pipes. He hesitated only for a moment, because the thought occurred to him that when the shower was running, one of the pipes would probably become hot. Finally he chose the one on the right, because the cold water knob was on the right, and, besides, he knew that if the game started to become painful, he would just tell Matt, and he would be instantly released.

Matt reached up with the handcuffs and secured them around Daniel's wrists. He clicked each bracelet tightly shut. Then he stepped back to look again at Daniel. Daniel's arms were nearly fully extended, due to the high ceilings in the loft's shower room. His back was straight and he stood flat-footed on the tiles. After a moment, Matt walked over to him and told him to move away from the showerhead.

Daniel slid his shackled hands back along the pipe and moved away. Matt slid out of his tee shirt and removed his shoes and socks. He kept his sweaty gym shorts. Turning and stepping aside, he turned on the water and tested it with his fingers. As Matt adjusted the temperature, Daniel wondered why his friend had not yet removed his shorts.

"Come here, slave, and let's lather you up," said Matt. As Daniel stepped forward, Matt stepped to the rim of the shower and picked up a large bar of soap. Daniel stepped under the spray and found it to be pleasantly warm. "Stick your head in, slave," commanded Matt.

When Daniel had dunked his head under the spray and was well- soaked, Matt began to lather him up with the soap. He rubbed the soap in Daniel's blonde hair and sudsed the hairs in Daniel's armpits. He carefully soaped up Daniel's back. When he came to his friends ass, he slowed. Carefully he ran the soap bar over each ass cheek, and, when he had raised a rich lather, he took his hand and ran it deep into the cleft between Daniel's buttocks. He ran a finger down to Daniel's asshole and applied just a little bit of pressure. Daniel stiffened. For several moments, Matt ran his fingers between Daniel's asshole and the base of his testicles, pressing upward.

Daniel's cock had, of course, become stiffly erect, standing out away from his body, throbbing with the intensity of his heartbeat.

Matt himself was becoming completely wet, but he kept on his gym shorts. Finally, he moved away from Daniel's ass cheeks and finished soaping up Daniel's legs. He rubbed the soap in the area behind Daniel's knees, feeling the soft flesh there, and then he soaped up Daniel's ankles. Daniel was now completely covered in soap, from his head to his ankles, and Matt commanded him to move forward.

Daniel moved so that his head was directly under the spray. Suds ran from his hair, down his muscular back, funneled between his buttocks, and divided to flow down to his ankles. Matt gave him a minute, until the pouring water had rinsed all of the soap away. "Now, move back and let me do your front," he said.

After Daniel moved well back, Matt stood in front of him and began to soap his chest. He lingered on Daniel's nipples, rubbing on each a circular pattern with his thumbs. He soaped Daniel's stomach, enjoying the sensation of his hands gliding over the smooth muscles. Daniel had lost none of his erection, but Matt paid it scant attention. He quickly ran the soap over Daniel's cock and balls in a perfunctory fashion, and then he continued down Daniel's legs.

Daniel was not expecting this, and he looked down. Matt was spending more time on his knee-caps than he had done with his cock! Daniel feel some confusion, and more than just a little frustration. Soon, however, Matt stepped away and ordered Daniel to rinse.

Daniel did so, and Matt waited until every bit of residue was removed from Daniel's body. Then he ordered Daniel to step back, and he turned off the water. Daniel stood silently, with his arms arching above his head, and his erection pointing forward.

Matt walked behind him and reached up and unlocked one of the handcuffs with a key that he had removed from a pocket. Daniel thought that he should rub his wrists, like the crooks always do in the television shows when their handcuffs are released, but his wrists didn't really hurt, and, besides, Matt gave him no time. "Put your hands behind your back now," he told Daniel. Quickly he snapped the cuff back on. "Now, let's go in to the bed."

He took one of Daniel's arms, and with the two of them still wet and dripping, led Daniel into the loft and toward the old, scarred bed. Shouldn't we dry off? wondered Daniel, but he kept his counsel, and soon they were at the bed.

"Lay down on the bed on your belly, with your head facing the foot," Matt told Daniel. Daniel obediently lay down, but Matt did not immediately climb into the bed. Instead Matt walked to the closet, and Daniel watched him, with his face pressed against the sheets. Matt reached to the top shelf and again withdrew the shoe box. He walked over and sat on the bed. He showed the box to Daniel. "Just some new toys I picked up," he said, "but I think you'll like them. You're wearing one of them, already."

Matt grasped the slender links between Daniel's wrists and lifted them slightly. "How do they feel, slave?"

Daniel knew that this was his opportunity to complain if he wanted to stop the game, but he had no wish to do so, so he answered, "I am yours to command, master."

This answer pleased Matt, and he moved down to Daniel's ankles. From the box, he removed a pair of shackles and a short chain with a clasp link on each end. The shackles he attached to Daniel's ankles, and he snapped one end of the short chain into a link in between. Then he grasped Daniel's ankles and lifted them away from the bed, bending Daniel's knees back and his ankles toward his hands. He walked up on his knees up that he rested on Daniel's ankles with Daniel's feet up under his crotch, and he fastened the other end of the chain between Daniel's handcuffs.

Daniel tried to look back, but he could only turn his head so far, and Matt was pressing down on his legs. He realized that he was in a position that was equivalent to being hog-tied. He wondered what Matt would do next.

Matt climbed off of Daniel and stepped off the bed. He took his hands and turned Daniel onto his side. Daniel's erection pointed straight out. "Now, that's where I want you slave!" said Matt.

He grabbed the waist of his own shorts and pulled them down. His cock sprang lazily forward. He was standing so that his cock swam in Daniel's vision, hard knobbed and veiny. He caressed himself for some time, inches from Daniel's face, and then he bent to kiss Daniel on the lips. Daniel lifted his head sideways to participate, and both boys thrust out their tongues. Matt sat on the edge of the bed, twisting his nude torso to rest on an elbow, while he kissed Daniel. With his other hand, he massaged his cock. Finally the kiss ended, and Matt lay down on the bed and placed his lips around Daniel's cock.

Daniel took a deep breath, and looked down over his chest. He could see Matt's head, his still-wet hair plastered over his scalp, and he felt Matt's lips on the head and shaft of his cock. He closed his eyes, waiting for the familiar sensations to wash over him, when, suddenly, the sensations stopped! His eyes flew open, and he found Matt stepping away from the bed!

Matt grinned hugely. "Hell, what am I doing? I haven't even cleaned up. Stand by." and he turned on his heel and marched to the bathroom.

Daniel, laying there bound hand to ankle, suddenly comprehended Matt's plan. His fantasy is to shackle me, excite me, and then tease me! he thought. He heard the water running in the showers. Here I am, bound like a steer ready for branding, with a throbbing hardon, and he's probably whacking off in the shower right now!

Daniel spread his knees and raised his head, trying to find an angle where he could see through the open shower door, but only succeeded in rolling himself over onto his belly. His erect cock struck the sheet first, bent slightly, and then slid up along the sheet, lighting a candle in that secret part at the base of Daniel's stomach, a not entirely unpleasant sensation that caused him to grit his teeth. He lay on his stomach, his chest heaving and his heart racing. Soon he heard his friend begin to sing in the shower.

He experimented with his bonds. He could separate his wrists about four inches, and it felt like his ankles could move about that far, too. He could feel the connecting chain with one hand at a time, and he could touch his ankles and his heels if he stretched his fingers. All in all, he was as tightly bound as he had ever been. He could probably rock his body, twisting his torso, and see-saw himself sideways. Of course, all he would achieve from that would be falling off the bed.

He lay there, horny as hell, and stewed.

After some time, Matt returned from his shower. Daniel, by twisting his head, could see that Matt had taken time to towel dry. Well, Daniel had spent some time first on his side, and then on his belly, and by this time, he was dry, too.

Matt grinned hugely. "Well, slave," he said, "are you about ready to get fucked?"

"Yes, master!" Daniel answered quickly.

"But first," Matt said, "let's see what's on tv!"

Daniel groaned loudly, and was about to protest, but Matt burst into laughter. "Now, that WOULD be a terrible thing to do to a faithful slave, what with him being all chained up and unable to move about, wouldn't it?"

"Damn straight," said Daniel, wriggling against his chains. He was pleased that Matt quickly leaned over him and removed the chain between his wrists and ankles. Daniel, his legs straightening, rolled onto his side. He lifted his upper knee, expecting Matt to remove his ankle shackles, but Matt instead took Daniel's feet in his hands and he lifted them into the air. This caused Daniel to roll back so that his hands were pressed into the sheets.

Matt pushed Daniel's bound legs back over toward his head, pressing Daniel's knees up against his chest, and inspected Daniel's ass. He spread his left hand and took Daniel's ankles between his thumb and three outer fingers. Daniel looked up at him through his legs. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against his stomach.

Matt took his other finger and traced along Daniel's asshole. His own cock was by now drooling pre-cum, and he took a small amount of it and rubbed it around the head of his extended organ. This was all the lubrication that would be needed, for his friend's asshole had long before learned to accommodate his cock.

He guided his engorged cock between Daniel's ass cheeks, pressed the head against the tight musculature, and plunged his shaft inward.

As Matt's cock traveled into Daniel's bowel, it pressed against Daniel's prostate gland, sending a scarlet and pleasurable sensation along Daniel's spine and out to the head of his cock. Daniel had been holding his breath, and he released it in a shuddery gust. Matt thrust his cock deeply, slowly, pushing his entire length in, and he paused for a moment.

He was standing beside the bed, with one hand on Daniel's ankle restraints, one hand pressed against Daniel's left leg, and his cock up to its base in Daniel. Daniel lay on the edge of the bed, with his ass up in the air, his knees wide and his ankles up near his chin. His hands were flat, pressed against the sheets, and he was using his strong arms to help support his position.

The pause lasted perhaps for five seconds, and then both young men drew deep breaths, and the action recommenced.

Matt drew his cock back, till the inside edges of his helmet were touching the inside muscles of Daniel's bung hole, and then he rocked forward, smoothly sliding his cock up to its base. With this, he soon established a rhythmic motion, in and out, in and out. Daniel immediately picked up on the motion, and began to exercise some muscle control of his own: at each rearward movement, he clenched his asshole.

Even in his mounting passion, a part of Matt's mind was aware of Daniel's muscle control, and he marveled.

Soon, the pace accelerated, and Matt could feel his groin tightening. He tried to hold on just a moment longer, but soon the effort became too great, and with a mighty shudder, he released his pent-up stream into Daniel. Time and again, the contractions came, and then the explosions. In his passion he cried out. Waves of pleasure racked his body, seeming to make his every nerve scream, his breath to catch, causing his back to arch.

For some moments, he continued to plunge in and out, acting on some animal instinct over which he had no conscious control (as if he had then had a consciousness with which to control himself). At last, all of his jism had been pumped out, and the waves of pleasure began to fall back in themselves. Soon, his head cleared, and he withdrew from his friend.

Daniel had become pre-orgasmic himself, just watching and listening to Matt, and now he began to feel some urgency. He rolled over onto his stomach, and held his wrists apart. His cock pressed down into the sheets.

Matt soon sat on the bed beside Daniel. His only comment was, "Wow!" He unlocked one of the handcuffs, and Daniel rolled over on his back. Daniel took the key from Matt and unlocked the other handcuff.

"Where's the key to the ankle chains?" asked Daniel.

Matt, feeling the laziness that often overcomes men after great sexual release, smiled and said, "Still over there, in the box. Why don't you just leave them on a little longer?" He reached out and took Daniel's cock into his hand.

Daniel frowned for a moment, and then he said slowly, "Okay, I'll keep the ankle cuffs, but YOU get the handcuffs."

"Ah," said Matt, "but it's my game."

"It WAS your game," said Daniel, "but you had a good turn, and I demand equal access!"

Matt opened his mouth to protest, but then he thought better of it. After all, hadn't he just had the ride of his life? How could he now deny his friend, the VEHICLE of that pleasure? After a moment, he shrugged. "Okay," he said, "the slave becomes the master." And he turned his back to Daniel and offered his hands.

Daniel put the cuffs on Matt, and then he reached over to the other side of the bed for one of the overstuffed pillows the boys used for watching tv and reading in bed. He placed the pillow on the cross member of the foot rail and directed Matt to kneel across it. Matt walked on his knees over to the foot of the rail and he leaned his chest across it, supported on the pillow. Daniel tried the security of the hand cuffs, and then he slapped one of Matt's buttocks.

"Now," Daniel said, "I want some of that!" He climbed off the side of the bed and went around to its foot. He stood in front of Matt, and then he had an idea. He went back around the bed to the bed stand and reaching inside, withdrew a collar and leash. The color he buckled around Matt's neck, and he attached the leash to the collar. "Is that too tight?" he asked.

"I'm okay," replied Matt. He looked almost comical, with his ass up in the air, his hands behind his back, and his face resting on the large pillow. Daniel looped the leash around the base of the bed stand, and then he smiled at his friend, and said simply, "My turn."

He moved his purpled, engorged cock forward. Daniel opened his mouth widely, pressing his lips inward. Matt guided his cock with his hand, into Daniel's mouth. Daniel raised his head slightly, presenting a straight line from his mouth to his throat. His mouth stretched to accommodate his friend's size. He could taste the salty pre-cum, and he could feel the massive veins that supported his friend's erection. He experienced a gagging sensation, which he quickly averted by making a rapid intake through his nose. He buckled down and devoted himself to his friend's pleasure.

Some remote part of his consciousness surveyed his situation, however, as Daniel thrust most of his entire length deep into Matt's throat. Matt felt almost as if he was floating, and he imagined that he could look down on Daniel and himself from above. What would he see?

He would see Daniel's sandy-brown head and slim shoulders, his well-muscled back and his smooth buttocks arching in and out of view, and, perhaps, his own face, buried in Matt's belly. He with his hands stuck out behind himself, his ass in the air, and his feet splayed out rearward. He could feel his balls and his spent but half-pubescent cock swaying in the breeze.

All of this thought took just a moment, for then Daniel had began to thrust deeply, and Matt gave Daniel's movements his whole attention.

Daniel closed his eyes, willing himself to conserve his energy, unconsciously funnelling his reserves into his actions. He plunged forcefully, thrusting again and again, feeling himself come to the verge of explosion.

Matt, finding himself somewhat busy, and it being difficult to breathe, finally let out a mmmmnphle sound when Daniel was on the out stroke. He released his lips, letting Danielslip out and then he crouched there, panting.

Daniel looked down at his friend and realized that he had been taking his entire length. He was amazed that Matt had been able to sustain it. "Wow," he heard Matt gasp, echoing his earlier words.

Even though he felt some amazement, Daniel's urgency was not to be denied. Quickly he stepped around to the side of the bed. Matt, meanwhile had tried to stand up on his knees, still catching his breath, but he forgot about the leash wrapped around the bed stand, and was unsuccessful. Daniel climbed into bed right behind him, standing on his knees, though. His cock was pressed against Matt's manacled hands, and Matt's hands, without any conscious effort on Matt's part, tried to guide Daniel's cock downward.

Daniel lifted a knee over so that both of his knees were between Matt's ankles, and then he placed his hands on Matt's shoulders and pushed forward. Matt yielded quickly, and allowed Daniel's hands to guide him back down onto the pillow. He turned his head and tried to see behind him.

Daniel reached between Matt's legs, grasping Matt's cock, not surprised to see it hard again. He massaged Matt's cock for a short time and then he placed a hand on Matt's ass and, with his other hand, guided his throbbing organ to Matt's glory-hole. His cock slid smoothly in, thrusting deep into Matt's gut. He thrust all the way, until his torso thrust against unyielding flesh.

Matt, remembering the extraordinary muscle control that Daniel had employed, resolved to do the same for his friend. He concentrated on Daniel's movements, feeling the rhythm of the thrusts, and willed his asshole muscles to respond. With each passing thrust, he felt himself catching the rhythm. Soon he was panting from the effort.

Daniel had closed his eyes. His hands had somehow migrated from their positions. He had one open hand pressed against the small of Matt's back, and his other hand was a fist, pressed against the palm of one of Matt's hands. Daniel could not have realized that he had clinched his fist, and Matt could not have realized that he grasped that clinched fist.

Sweat trickled from Daniel's reddened face. His breath came in rushing gasps. His back arched with each thrust, and he could feel the pre-orgasmic tension mounting, ready to flood his entire being. Being so close to release, subconsciously he slowed.

This change of pace was noticed by Matt, who by now was lifting his chest completely off of the pillow with each thrust, to the extent that the dog leash allowed, so rigorously was Matt matching his movements to Daniel's.

Daniel thrust again and again, smoothly slowing now, easily. He felt the rising tide of orgasmic release approach, and before he could comprehend it, his bowels clinched, his nerves howled, and he exploded into ecstacy. Wave after wave crashed down upon him, and he screamed out his joy. The sensations set his nerves on fire, and he felt light-headed and faint. For some time the sensations continued, and his overly-taxed mind took in little else.

During this time, he had pulled free of Matt, and fully half of his load he had spent spurting on Matt's balls and cock. He collapsed forward against Matt's back. Matt spread his hands wide and flattened them against Daniel's belly. His own breathing was racing. For some time, the boys stayed in that position, molded to each other, spent.

And then, Daniel pushed himself away, only to collapse on his back against the bed sheets. Only then did he realize that his ankles were still shackled. A crazy thought zinged past him: this is how mermaid men do it...

Matt straightened up to his knees, his breathing becoming more controlled and his heartbeat slowing. He looked at Daniel, who was wearing a goofy smile. He smiled in return, and twisted around on his butt, sitting up in bed and holding his shackled wrists out to his friend.

Daniel chuckled, and said, "I believe you chained my ankles before I chained your wrists, so you unlock my ankles first, lover."

"Well," said Matt, "that would be hard to do, considering my hands are behind my back." While he was saying that, Daniel had pulled Matt down into a reclining position. Matt turned over to look at Daniel. He found Daniel's lazy little smile, and he found Daniel's mouth. Quietly, they kissed, long and lovingly. When at last the kiss ended and the two lay side by side, Matt said, "I've got an idea."

"Oh?"

"We could go take a shower."

"Hey, that's what started all this!"

"Or, we could just lay here for a while."

Tired, happy, and spent, they did just that.

And when they awoke, they found the keys, released themselves, and went to the showers...

Episode 3 of

A Bondage Story

Daniel pulled his wet tee-shirt over his head. Matt looked over at him and laughed, "Isn't that kind of red-neck? I mean, shouldn't you be in a pickem-up-truck, drinking Butweiser, and spittin' out the window?"

"Hell," said Daniel, "it's ninety degrees out here, and we're sweaty. Why not?"

"Yeah, but down Peachtree?"

"Sure! We have no shame!" laughed Daniel. "Or do we?"

"Not if you say so," responded Matt, and he too slipped off his tee-shirt. As Daniel started the sleek Camaro and put the car into gear, Matt lowered the passenger side window and propped his elbow up on the door. He looked over at Daniel when Daniel stopped at the far side of the large parking lot.

"Hey, what's up?" asked Matt.

"Just something I want you to try," answered Daniel, as he opened the car's center console. Matt peered over the lid and saw Daniel remove the pair of handcuffs that Matt had surprised Daniel with the week before.

"I've already tried THOSE, buddy," said Matt, "and I don't think you're going to get me into them! At least not right now!"

"Hey," said Daniel, "give it a try! No one'll see us, and you won't even have to get out of the car! Besides, it would turn me on something fierce!" He closed the console and placed the handcuffs on the cover. They glinted in the afternoon sunlight.

Matt's mind turned the idea over. The thought of being bound and secured in public (or as public as out of direct sight in an automobile was) tempted him, and he could feel a response from his crotch. But he said, "What if we get in an accident? I'd be stuck. I couldn't even open the door!"

"Hey, have I ever gotten us in an accident so far?" pointed out Daniel. "Besides, I'll drive real careful!"

Matt found himself weakening. "Oh, what the hell," he said, and he held out his hands.

Daniel grinned and said, "Not that easy, buddy! Behind your back!"

"Ah, shit," said Matt, frowning. "I don't want to sit on my hands all the way back!"

"Hey, you can lean forward! It's only about five minutes!"

Matt considered it, and then he smiled ruefully, "Shit! The things I do for you..." He turned sideways in the seat and held his hands behind his back. Daniel grinned and quickly clasped the handcuffs on the other boy's wrists. Matt turned forward in the seat and gently lowered himself to the seat back. He could feel his cock stir in his gym shorts, and he squirmed to find a comfortable position. Daniel leaned over the console, across Matt's lap. "What now?" asked Matt.

"Just fastening your seat belt!" grinned Daniel. "Wouldn't want anything to happen you."

"But you promised no accidents," said Matt, as he felt the smooth fabric slide across his naked chest.

"Sure!" said Daniel. "Just think of it as a little extra restraint." He clipped the lap belt across Matt's hips, and tugged on the belt to make it snug. Settling back in the driver's seat, he pulled on his own seat belt. "Are you ready?" asked Daniel.

"As ready as I'll ever be. Let's go!"

Daniel grinned and slipped the car into gear. Carefully, he drove to the edge of the parking lot and merged smoothly with the late-afternoon traffic. The boys turned south on Peachtree.

From time to time, Daniel stole a glance at Matt. Matt sat looking forward, his brown hair blowing in the breeze from the open window. His back was arched slightly, but he did not look too uncomfortable. Daniel's cock stirred in his shorts, and he reached down with one hand to readjust them. Matt saw this movement, and he smiled knowingly.

The boys traveled through several traffic lights without being stopped, and then they turned off onto a much smaller road. This road was narrow and curved, and Daniel skillfully applied steering and throttle. The sleek sports coupe responded to Daniel's careful inputs, sweeping through the curves and charging up the hills.

Matt braced himself against the door of the Camaro, and he thrust his hip against the seat belt. The Camaro travelled over a small bridge, and a sharp right-hand turn followed. Matt pushed himself harder against the door, and he looked across at the speedometer.

"Shit!" Daniel suddenly exclaimed, and Matt was thrust up against the seat belt as the car rapidly braked.

"What?" cried Matt, and he looked up. To his complete surprise, several police officers were standing in the middle of the narrow road. Their patrol cars were parked along the grassy roadside.

Taking the scene in instantly, Daniel modulated the pressure on his brakes, so the car would not nose dive. Smoothly the Camaro came to a stop alongside an blue-clad officer.

The officer was overweight and had a beefy, red face. He wore reflective sunglasses and had a microphone clipped onto his left shirt pocket. He looked in the Camaro at Daniel, and said, "Where's the fire, son? Gettin' someplace in a hurry?"

"Uh, no sir, officer! You all just surprised me, right here after the curve. What in the middle of the road and all, I mean..." Daniel realized that he was babbling, so he snapped his mouth shut.

The officer looked at the bare-chested young man in the glossy red car. (Daniel could see a distorted view of himself in the officer's mirrored lens.) The cop nodded his head wisely, and said "Well, I won't cite you for speeding, but you oughta be careful on these side roads." He cleared his throat. "This is just a routine traffic check, and I need to see your driver's license and proof of insurance."

Daniel was devoting his attention entirely to the policeman, but Matt, acutely aware of his restraint and helplessness in the current situation, was feeling tense. Could the officer see him, over in the other side of the car? Did Daniel have all of his paperwork in order? Were they doing anything illegal?

"Got 'em right here, officer," Daniel said, and he reached across the interior to the glove box. Only then did he think of his friend sitting there handcuffed. His eyes widened and he looked at Matt. Matt made a shushing sound and nodded his head toward the glove box. "Go ahead!" he whispered urgently.

Matt nodded and withdrew his wallet from the glove box. He turned back to the officer and fumbled in his wallet for his driver's license. He removed his insurance card from a clip on the sun visor. He held them both out and said, "Here, sir."

The policeman took the cards, and he stepped away from the car door. Daniel tried to shield Matt from the officer's view by turning sideways in his seat, and Matt tried to make himself small by pressing back into his.

The cop verified the dates on both cards, and then he studied Daniel's picture on the license. He stooped slightly to get a better view of the young driver, and his eyes raked the interior of the car. The young man was behaving a little bit strangely, he thought, but he saw nothing amiss. He glanced at the passenger, who looked away. Hmmm.

He straightened. He thought for a moment, and then he handed Daniel's cards back to him. "Every thing seems to be in order here."

"Thank you, sir!" said Daniel, taking the cards. He smiled at the policeman.

"But, uh... son," said the officer.

"Yes, sir?" said Daniel.

"What's your friend hiding behind his back?"

Daniel's heart thumped. "Uh, nothing, officer! We're just... you see... " Matt made a low strangling sound, and Daniel had an inspiration. "You see, it's just a joke... It, it was a bet! I, uh, I bet him that he couldn't keep his hands off the radio for, uh, ten minutes, and he couldn't! So, since I won, I got to, uh, handcuff him for the rest of the way home."

The cop frowned. "Hey!" said Daniel, "I'm not kidnapping him or anything! You can ask him!"

"Is that a fact?" He stooped down and looked across at Matt, who was looking somewhat miserable. He repeated his question, this time directed at Matt, "Is that a fact, son?"

"Y-yes, officer! That's right! I lost a bet, and that's all there is to it."

The policeman leaned forward, interested. "Take his seat belt off and let me see," he told Daniel. Daniel released the seat belt and Matt turned away, lifting his bound hands high so the officer could see them over the car's console.

"Well, I'll be damned," said the officer. "Where did you boys get the cuffs?"

"Uh, I got them," said Matt, turning to face the officer, "at a pawn shop on Pharr Road."

"Humph!" the cop snorted. "Those kinda cuffs couldn't stop a crazy dope fiend. Nosir! For law enforcement work, you gotta have the real thing." He patted the cuffs at his hip. "Smith and Wesson's."

Daniel pursed his lips and tried to look impressed. The cop chuckled, "Now I've heard it all!" He shook his head. "I don't reckon you boys are breaking any laws, but I don't think that handcuffing your friend in a moving vehicle shows great SENSE. You two can go, but be careful out there."

Daniel and Matt nodded their heads and said, "Yes, sir!" Daniel put the car in gear.

"But son..."

"Yes, sir?"

"Yall put those seat belts back on, ya hear..."

"Yes, sir!" said Daniel. "Right away!" He leaned over Matt's lap and withdrew the seat belt. He quickly latched it and then latched his own. He glanced at Matt and could see relief drawn across his friend's face.

He nodded to the cop and slowly advanced his throttle. As he left the road block, he heard the officer loudly call to the other cops, "Hey! Ya wanna know what those two lunatics boys was doing?"

Matt sighed and shrank into the seat. Both boys were red- faced, embarrassed. Daniel laughed nervously.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Matt said. "I can't believe you carried that one off!"

"Just lucky, I guess," said Daniel.

Minutes later, Daniel drove the Camaro into the parking garage of their apartment. He noted the Volvo and the Saturn belonging to their downstairs neighbors, Taylor and Sarah. He parked beside the Saturn, across from the old building's rickety elevator. He closed the car's electric windows, got out of the car, and went around to the passenger side. He opened Matt's door, reached across his friend's lap, and released the other boy's seat belt. Matt swung his legs out of car, ducked his head, and carefully stood up.

Daniel reached into the back seat, grabbed their gym bags, and then closed the car door. Matt stood facing away from Daniel, holding his manacled wrists out. The Camaro's seats had left a pattern across Matt's upper back. Daniel shifted both bags to his left hand, and, and, with his right hand, took Matt's arm just above Matt's left elbow.

"Hey!" cried Matt. "Aren't you going to let me go?"

Daniel chuckled. "Not quite yet, buddy! We've made it this far, so let's see if we can make it all of the way up to the apartment."

Matt considered for a moment, and then he said, "Okay, but when we get to the apartment, the cuffs come off me and on you, okay?"

Daniel laughed aloud. "Yeah, I'll agree to that. Come on!" He tugged at Matt's elbow, and Matt complacently followed along.

"Besides," said Matt, "what else could happen?"

The boys traipsed over to the elevator, their footsteps echoing in the empty parking lot. The doors of the elevator opened immediately when Daniel pressed the button. He led Matt into the elevator and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The door creaked shut and Matt leaned back against the back railing, resting his hands on the cool metal.

Daniel moved to Matt's front, and pressed his hands against Matt's crotch, kneading and massaging Matt's organ through the thin fabric of Matt's satin gym shorts. He stretched his neck forward, pressing his lips to Matt's. Matt responded to Daniel's lips, and he thrust his hips forward, his eyes half-lidded. He could feel his shorts tightening about his engorged cock.

"Oh, shit!" Daniel cried, as the elevator slowed, only one flight up.

"What now?" Matt complained.

Daniel turned to face the door as the elevator cranked to a halt. The door slid open, and a perky young woman stood there. "Hi ya, Danny! Hi ya, Matt! How yall doin'?" the young woman asked.

She was Taylor, one of the two girls that lived in the flat below Daniel's and Matt's. (It was Taylor's Saturn that the boys had seen in the garage.) Taylor wore a pair of faded cut off jeans and a soft pink cotton halter top. Her breasts were high and wide, and her nipples showed through the thin fabric. Slightly shorter than Daniel, she had long, slim legs and she wore sandals. Taylor had blue eyes and blond hair which she wore loose down her back, and she pretty well represented the southern ideal of womanhood.

Even Matt, who paid scant attention to women in general, thought she looked like a fashion model. Daniel, who was more flexible in his sexual orientation, admired Taylor in a more lustful way.

"Jus' fine, Taylor," said Daniel, "and you?"

"Well, everything's okay, 'cept our tv's on the friz and the repairman was just here." She spoke with the soft vowels and lazy drawl of a native southerner.

"Did you get it fixed?" inquired Daniel, smiling.

"Had to take it with him," she shrugged. "Should be back in a week or so." She peered around Daniel at Matt as she moved into the elevator. "How 'bout yall? What you boys been up to?" She pressed the button for the third floor.

"Just working out at the gym," said Daniel.

The elevator door began to creep closed, and Taylor pressed past Daniel to look at Matt. "You being mighty quiet, Matt. What you doin' back here in the corner?"

Matt smiled weakly, "Just tired, Taylor. Had a heck of a workout today."

Taylor ran her eyes down Matt's chest, down to his gym shorts, which seemed to be fitting rather tightly. She saw a prominent bulge, and her eyes widened. "Why, Matt," she said, in a most un- debutante-like way, "you done got yourself a hard-on!"

This comment caused Matt to blush, and he made no comment. Taylor's eyes went to Daniel. "What you boys been up to?"

Daniel, his own face reddening, said, "Why, Taylor, we ain't been up to nothing, nothing much. I mean..." He stumbled into silence.

"Ah, hell, you guys! Me and Sarah know all about you two. It's nothing to be embarrassed about, honey! Why, we're just like you."

Matt, conscious of his cuffed wrists, remained pressed against the hand rail. Taylor continued, "And, like you, Danny, I could think of somethin' to do with some of that," she said, placing her slender hands on Matt's crotch. She felt his full erection, which had not wavered.

By this time, the elevator had stopped at Taylor's floor, but she made no attempt to exit.

Matt felt no more attraction for Taylor than he would for his own sister, but his organ, as if it had a mind of its own, responded to her ministrations. "Ah, Taylor..." he complained, and he scuttled along the back of the elevator. Suddenly, the small space of the elevator seemed confining.

Daniel stepped forward to interject, but Taylor pushed past him. She grabbed Matt's arm and pulled herself up close. Matt stumbled and lost his grip on the hand-rail. To keep from falling against the girl, he took a twisting half-step forward.

Thus it was that Taylor discovered Matt's manacled wrists.

"Why, your hands are in hand cuffs, Matt!" cried Taylor, seemingly delighted. By this time, Matt was acutely embarrassed, and he looked pleadingly at Daniel.

Daniel, who was excited not only by his friend's bondage, but also by the close presence of the beautiful woman, found himself rearranging his shorts. When he realized what he was doing, he dropped his hands to his side. "Ah, Taylor," he said, "it's just a game that we play sometimes. Sometimes its Matt, and sometimes its me."

Taylor said, in a husky voice, "Well, ain't that interesting!" She looked from boy to boy, her voice low, in confidence, speaking slowly. "That sounds like a game I might like." She draped a wrist over one of Matt's shoulders, looking downward. "Especially if I had the right person to play it with."

Matt looked away from the girl. "What's the matter, honey?" she said. "Don't you like girls?"

"Ah, Taylor," Matt said in a low voice, looking miserable, "not like that."

Daniel, seeing his friend's distress, could not stand it any longer. He stepped in front of Taylor and said, "Taylor, I like girls! It's just that I like guys, too."

Taylor focused on Daniel. "Why honey, that's jus' the way I feel, too. I like Sarah, but I like you boys too! Why don't we three get together?"

Her suggestion delighted Daniel, and his mind whirled with the possibilities. "Okay, Taylor, whenever you want to!" He looked at Matt. "I mean, if it's alright with you."

Matt looked closely at Daniel. He was silent for a moment, deep in thought. Finally, he smiled ruefully and said, "Ah, hell! It's okay by me. I can share you!"

Daniel grinned, and Taylor, smiling prettily, stood on tiptoe and kissed Matt on his cheek. She stepped over to Daniel and kissed his cheek, too.

"Yall boys jus' go on up," she said. She walked out of the elevator. Heading for her doorway, she called back over her shoulder, "I'll be up in jus' a minute."

Daniel pressed the button, and the elevator door started to slide shut. Slowly the old elevator started to rise.

"Daniel..." said Matt.

"Un-huh?" Daniel was displaying that silly smile that Matt knew so well.

"I didn't mean right away."

The boys went into their loft apartment, and Daniel dropped the gym bags by the door. Moving together, the two walked into the large room. Matt turned to face Daniel, and the boys kissed forcefully, Matt still with his hands restrained behind his back.

Matt pulled his head away and stepped back. "What," Matt said, "have you gotten us into?"

Daniel laughed, "No reflection on you, old buddy, but I think we're about to add some spice to our lives!" He reached into his gym shorts and found the key to the handcuffs.

Matt turned away and offered his wrists. "You're all the spice I need."

Daniel released one of the cuffs, and Matt turned to face him. Daniel unlocked the other cuff, and said, "Well, do you want to put 'em on me?"

"Yeah, I want to," said Matt, "but maybe we better wait and see what Taylor's got in mind." He ran a hand into his shorts, rearranging himself.

Daniel stepped close to Matt and extended his arms. The other boy slid into his embrace, and the two met in a kiss, pressing against each other at chest and hip. Matt slid his tongue into Daniel's mouth, tasting his saliva. He slid his arms around Daniel's hips. The two held each other fiercely, lost in the passion of their embrace.

The boys were standing like this when the door swung open and Taylor walked in. She quickly surveyed the situation, and laughed. "Don't stop, boys! Here, I'll join you." She pushed the door closed.

Daniel and Matt looked at the girl. She reached behind her head and pulled her halter top up and off. Her naked breasts, freed of their soft confinement, fell downward and bobbed when she lowered her arms. Her breasts were firm and taut, with delicate pink nipples that pointed outward. A prominent tan line dipped low across each.

Daniel and Matt disengaged from each other, watching the slender girl. Daniel thought that she was the prettiest girl that he had ever seen, and although he was fascinated by the sight of the girl's delicate breasts, he was also acutely aware of the taste of his best friend on his lips.

Taylor walked over to the boys. Daniel stood at Matt's side, and Taylor placed a hand on each boy's shoulder. The three stood, making a triangle, and looked at each other.

Taylor's eyes sparkled with humor, and a lazy smile lay on her lips. Daniel's eyes were hard and lustful, taking in the young woman. Matt's eyes were cautious, but a small smile displayed on his lips. For some moments, they looked at each other, and then Taylor moved her hands to the sides of their necks and pulled them close. The three pressed closely, arms around each other, and Daniel laughed out loud.

He reached forward to kiss the girl, his lips meeting her small, delicate mouth while his hand pulled his male friend close. The kiss continued for some time, and when it ended, the three stood close. Daniel's breathing was rapid, Taylor was laughing, and Matt was wearing a guarded expression.

"Yall are sweaty!" Taylor said, an expression of mock revulsion on her delicate features.

"Well," said Daniel, "we usually shower when we come from the gym."

"Sounds great!" said Taylor, and she charged ahead, raking an arm around the waist of each boy.

Matt was almost chagrinned. He had never been close to a naked woman, and now he was going to be showering with one!

Daniel was almost beside himself. He repeatedly thought of running his hands across the naked bodies of the two young people, Matt's body, familiar and taut, and Taylor's body, soft and delicate.

Following Taylor, the two young men allowed themselves to be tugged to the bathroom. They crashed through the doorway, and Taylor stopped short. She laughed suddenly, and each boy looked at her.

"Your bathroom ain't like ours," she said. "Your's is industrial strength!" Her gaze absorbed the stalls, two of which had been disassembled and held a washer and dryer. The other two stalls were operational, complete with doors. The shower was a large, tiled affair, with half a dozen shower heads, and exposed pipes running across the ceiling. Two large skylights provided illumination, and a row of windows ran along the side wall, most of which were pivoted outward. "What a cool bathroom!"

"It used to be the showers for the company that was here," said Daniel, explaining. He smiled at the young woman. Matt stood silently, not knowing quite what to do. For a long moment, no words were spoken.

The quietness was broken by the girl. "Well, boys," she said, in her silky, low voice, "let's hit the showers." And she slid her shorts down and stepped out of them. Taylor wore cream-colored bikini panties, and these she quickly shucked.

Daniel, mesmerized, watched the girl disrobe, and then Daniel ripped his shorts down. When he did, his cock sprang erect, pressed up against his belly.

And during all this, Matt stood indecisively.

Daniel's eyes drank in the form and shape of the young woman. She had a delicate tangle of light-honey-colored pubic hairs. Natural blonde, Daniel thought. Her legs were slender and her waist was narrow, with her belly button set in her firm stomach, tilting slightly upward. She stood with her legs slightly separated, and Daniel could see that here pubic hairs met in a vee between her legs, and on that vee a single drop of her juices glistened. Taylor looked at Daniel, admiring his smooth musculature and tan, and his obvious and outrageous hard-on. She had never seen an erection that pointed so fully upward.

Matt, still wearing his shorts and shoes, looked from one to the other. He felt like a fifth wheel, and could feel his erection loosening. He wondered how he could exit gracefully.

Daniel and Taylor simultaneously discerned Matt's indecision, and both turned to him. "Ah, come on, Matt," Taylor purred. "I ain't agonna bite you." She put an emphasis on the word bite.

Daniel said, "Yeah, buddy, I want you with us, too. Come on, it wouldn't be any fun without you!"

Matt slowly shook his head, "I don't know..."

Taylor stepped close to Matt, her naked breasts inches from his chest. "Yeah, Matt," she breathed, "you be good enough to share your boy friend with me, I'll be good enough to share him with you. Besides," she confided in a low voice, "you just might learn something in the deal." She pressed a hand against Matt's shorts and massaged his cock through the thin fabric.

Daniel watched with scarcely-concealed amusement. Matt looked over Taylor's shoulders at Daniel, who winked. He glanced down at Daniel's throbbing erection. Daniel followed his glance down and grinned.

Unbidden, Matt's cock began to firm up, and soon Taylor had her hands at his waist, tugging on the satin garment. Matt shrugged and let her pull the shorts out of the way. She tugged his briefs down at the same time. Matt's cock, regaining its tumescence, unfurled and began to spiral lazily outward.

Taylor slipped to her knees, taking Matt's cock in her hands. She stroked its length, wrapping her fingers around it and sliding her hands downward, one hand and then the other. She repeated the motion several times, her slender hands teasing the boy's cock to rigidity. Daniel moved up close behind Taylor, his own erection pressed against her shoulder. He leaned over the kneeling girl and pressed his lips against Matt's.

Taylor had by this time taken Matt's organ into her mouth. She concentrated on the confluence of nerves endings immediately under the head of his cock, her tongue making rapid, small motions. Matt had his eyes closed, and his organ soon responded. Taylor's mouth was smaller than Daniel's, and she moved away from Matt as his erection grew. His cock was large, and it was about all she do to get the head of his shaft in her mouth.

Taylor industriously worked the head of Matt's cock. Daniel's cock was already drooling, and, soon, Matt's would be, too. Finally, Taylor had to take a duck step backward, and this movement separated the two young men.

Daniel laughed, "Hey, you guys, we'd better put a damper on it, or we won't even get to the shower!" His hair was matted with sweat, and sweat glistened on his chest.

Taylor joined him in laughter, her blue eyes alive with light and liveliness. Matt, after a moment, joined in.

"Hey, guys," said Taylor. "I've always had this fantasy..."

"Yeah?" said Matt, who understood perfectly well about fantasies.

"Yeah, this fantasy about being in a shower with two handsome men washing me, like I was helpless and couldn't do it myself."

Daniel grinned and said, "I don't know about the handsome part, and I don't know about the helpless part, but I think we can sure help with the washing part." He turned to the showers.

Matt looked down at his cock, amazed at his own response to the young woman's efforts.

"Kiss me, Matt," Taylor said. She stood up on tiptoe and kissed Matt lingeringly on his lips. Matt, even as he kissed her, with his cock pressed up against her belly, thought about how she was so different from his usual lover.

Her mouth tasted like cinnamon, and she was so soft. Where Daniel's body was taut and strong, hers was supple and conforming. Her nipples pressed against his flesh, and her breasts flattened against his ribcage when he encircled her with his arms.

Daniel turned on two of the corner showers and pivoted the shower heads toward each other, so that the shower streams met. He looked over at Matt and Taylor, and was pleased to see the two lost in their embrace. He adjusted the temperature and tested it with his fingertips. Satisfied, he called to the others, "Hey, you guys, the shower's ready. Come on, save some of that for me!"

Matt lowered his arms, his thoughts confused. Taylor laughed and called out, "There's plenty here for everyone!" She smiled at Matt, "Come on, let's hit the showers!"

Matt nodded dumbly, and followed the lithe girl to the waiting showers. A steam was already forming, and Daniel beckoned them forward.

Taylor laughed girlishly and ducked under the rushing stream. "Ohhh," she said, "it feels sooo good!"

Daniel stepped in close after her, and Matt followed more cautiously. Taylor stood in the center of the streams and let the warm waters wash across her face and breasts. Daniel pressed close behind the girl, his cock pressed vertically against her spine, and his arms on her shoulders. Taylor lowered her face, and, seeing Matt, grabbed his hand and pulled him under the stream. Soon, the three young people were thoroughly wet and pleasantly warm. A mist of steam surrounded the three.

"Okay, boys," Taylor said, "are you gonna wash me?" She placed a hand over each of her breasts.

"Sure!" said Daniel, and he took a large bar of bath soap from a holder recessed in the shower wall. Matt looked around and found another soap bar in another holder. The boys held the soap under the shower, wetting the bars, and Taylor gathered her hair up in her hands and smiled at the boys.

Daniel stepped in front of Taylor, and he softly touched the soap bar to her skin above her left breast. Gently he rubbed up a lather. Matt stood indecisively for a long moment, and then he stepped behind the young girl.

Chapter 4 of A Bondage Story

Sex Slave Fantasy

"What does it feel like?"

"You mean fucking a girl?" He laid aside the magazine he was reading and looked at his friend. Laying in bed with his back against the headboard, he wore only a pair of cotton briefs, and his legs were stretched out, his ankles crossed.

"Pretty much like you'd imagine. It feels a lot like when we fuck, except a girl is wetter, and you can see her face up close if you want to."

"Is a girl tighter?"

"All these questions!" He frowned. "Not tighter, anyway no way near as tight as your fantastic ass, but, hell, just different. It's hard to explain."

"Try me."

"Right now? Don't I want to! But, shit, I mean... It's, it's not just a matter of cunt and tits, but it's the whole thing. I mean, fucking a girl is a different kind of... experience. In a bunch of ways.

"Like you and me, we, like, know each other, and we know what each other likes. This is real easy because we both know what turns us on, and we can do the things that turn us on to our partner. Does that make any sense?

"You and me, see, we're on firm ground, because we love each other. And I know your body as well as I know my own. Hell, sometimes I think I know your body better than I know mine. I always have a pretty good idea what I need to do to please you.

"But that's not the case with girls, any way, not for me. Not with Taylor. You're muscular and... tough. Taylor's not. She's... kind of fragile. Soft. Shit! I mean, she feels so different, specially when she's under me and I'm in her. Her hips and her tits, the way she tastes, the way she's so tiny, it's different from when we fuck.

"But, in a way, it's kinda similar. I mean, hell, you know like when we fuck, it's like you and me are the center of the universe. Right?

"Well, that feeling's the same. Like we're just right at the center of everything, and everything's focused RIGHT THERE, at the center. I mean, like, it's a total body experience.

"And that part's the same."

"Hi, what're you building?" Daniel walked over and looked at Matt's construction project. It wasn't much, really, just a tall wooden crate that Matt had painted a light grey color. In the center of the top of the crate, Matt had drilled a hole, and he was in the process of mounting a large eyebolt in the hole. He had one hand outside the box, holding a screwdriver through the eyebolt to keep it from turning, and he had his other hand inside. Daniel could hear the clicking of a ratchet inside the box.

"Do you like it?" Matt answered his question with another question. He was sitting on a small stool. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the high windows of the boy's loft apartment.

"Depends. What is it?"

"Can't you tell?" Matt looked up and grinned. He withdrew the tool and set the crate down flat. The eyebolt stuck straight up.

"Okay, smart ass! It looks like a box with a metal loop in the top of it."

"Yep," Matt said, "but you got to use your imagination."

"Oh? And what am I supposed to IMAGINE it is?" Daniel put his hands on his hips.

"A slave block!" Matt's grin widened.

"Oh, of course!" Daniel struck his forehead with a palm. "How silly of me! What's a slave block?"

Matt laughed. "A fine slave you are, if you don't even recognize a slave block!

"For your information, a slave block is a stone or wooden pallet to which a slave is shackled when exhibited to potential purchasers. The pallet raises the slave above the crowd of slave buyers so they can bid for him."

"I see," said Daniel, his interest ignited. "And would the slave be shackled in the nude?"

"Uh-huh."

"Oh!" said Daniel. "I'll get the ankle shackles!"

"And the handcuffs."

Daniel started toward the other side of the large room. "Oh, and, Daniel, get the leash, too."

"What do you want me to do?" Daniel lowered the chains and collar to the floor.

Matt reached over and picked up the ankle shackles. He released the short chain from one of the anklets and passed it through the eyebolt.

"Just hold on a minute. Let me do this, and then I want to watch you strip... slave!" He reattached the anklet, and then he stood up. He walked over and sat down in a torn and patched old recliner.

Matt wore denim jeans and a tropical-print shirt. He was barefoot. "Okay, slave," he said. "Come over here and stand in front of me. I want to see you strip. NOW!"

Daniel bowed his head and said, "Yes, master." He stood in front of Matt. He wore khaki shorts, a Nike tee-shirt, and running shoes.

"First," said Matt, "take your shoes and socks off."

Daniel obediently went to one knee, and unlaced one of his shoes. He removed the shoe and sock, and then he changed knees and did the other foot.

"Put your shoes over by the wall." Daniel placed them neatly side by side.

"Now take off your shirt."

Daniel crossed his arms, grabbed the edge of the tee-shirt, and pulled it upward and off in one smooth motion. Matt, as he did every time that he looked at his lover, admired Daniel's smooth, almost hairless chest and his trim, flat stomach. Daniel's nipples stood out against his tanned skin, a pale pink surrounded by a circle of almost invisible blonde body hair.

Daniel shook out his tee-shirt and folded it. He placed it by his sneakers.

"Now let me look at you," said Matt. "Put your hands behind your head and come over here." Matt patted the chair's arm rest.

Daniel laced his fingers behind his head and walked over to stand next to the chair. Matt leaned over and examined Daniel from his toes to his face. His gaze lingered at Daniel's torso. He loved the way Daniel looked when he held his arms up, his chest and trim stomach tapering in a masculine way. He liked the horizontal bands of muscle that layered Daniel's slender abdomen, and he liked the way Daniel's ribcage flexed and moved below the boy's bronzed skin when he breathed.

"Now get rid of those shorts," he commanded. He settled back into the chair.

Daniel untied the drawstring of his gym shorts and slid them down, stooping to push them down around his ankles. He wore a black bikini brief, and this too he pushed out of the way. His cock sprang lazily free, not yet fully erect, but plumping already, curving downward. He stepped out of the clothes at his feet, and looked at his friend.

Matt nodded toward the other clothes, and Matt folded the shorts together and placed them in the small pile. He returned to stand before Matt and placed his hands back behind his head, standing at attention.

"Hmmm," said Matt. "Turn around and let me look at your ass." He could feel his cock swelling in his jeans.

Daniel turned away, still standing stiffly upright. Matt's eyes traveled along Daniel's body, mapping the scenery that he knew so well. Daniel's ass was trim and tight, and his buttocks were high and muscular. A diagonal tan line crossed Daniel's ass cheeks. The swelling in Matt's jeans was becoming uncomfortable.

He allowed Daniel to stand there, facing away from him, for several minutes, and then he said, "I guess you'll do, slave. Go over to the slave block and stand in front of it."

Daniel walked over to the slave block, and Matt stood up. He stooped to pick up the leash, and he walked over behind Daniel. "I'm gonna to put the leash and collar on you. Don't resist anything I do, or you'll regret it."

He wrapped the dog collar firmly, but not uncomfortably, around Daniel's neck, his hands reaching inside Daniel's arms. He attached the long chain metal leash and let it hang down Daniel's back into the cleft of his ass. As always, the sight of bright metal against tanned skin excited him, and he reached down and undid the top button of his jeans.

"Now, step up on the block. Be careful getting up there. You can use your hands."

Daniel looked at the tall box and the stool. He stepped up on the stool, and then, carefully, up to the platform. His ass was level with Matt's face.

Matt picked up one of the anklets and attached it to one of Daniel's ankles, and then he attached the other one to Daniel's other ankle. The chain anchored the boy to the top of the platform. Although he could move his feet several inches, there was no way that he could move either foot to the edge of the block.

Matt looked up at Daniel. The afternoon sun made Daniel's skin a glow a golden color. "Put your hands together behind your back. We've got to get you ready for your new master."

Daniel wondered what Matt meant, but Matt was orchestrating this fantasy, and Daniel would respect his wishes. He placed his hands, wrists together, behind his back.

While Matt was handcuffing him, Daniel looked down over the side of the crate. It was far enough down to hurt him if he became unbalanced.

As if reading Daniel's mind, Matt said, "Okay, slave. Whatever you do, don't fall off!"

He stood up on the small stool, his face just inches away from Daniel's back. "Raise your arms some. I want your hands high this time."

Daniel pushed his elbows out, lifting his bound hands high. Matt pulled up the end of the leash and wrapped it around the chain between the cuffs. When he did this, he pulled outward on Daniel's arms to get clearance for the leash. At first Daniel involuntarily leaned forward, but then he realized that he had no place to step, and couldn't move even if he wanted to, and he relaxed his arms. Matt knotted the leash around itself and let the end of it again dangle down Daniel's back.

He stepped off the stool and pushed it out of the way. The dangling end of the leash he pushed through the eyebolt. A foot or more of the leash extended from the eyebolt, and he let this excess pile up by Daniel's left ankle.

He stepped back to examine his handiwork. Daniel's hands were chained almost to his shoulders, and his elbows stuck out well to his sides. The back of Daniel's hands were pressed against his back, and Daniel's fingers curled outward, touching.

Matt picked up the end of the leash and gave it a gentle tug. "Squat down, slave, and wait for your buyer." Daniel glanced over his shoulder at Matt, who nodded, and he flexed his knees and slowly sat down flat-footed. Matt pulled the excess leash through the metal loop.

Daniel's ass was only inches from the top of the crate, and he felt some trepidation. Squatting like he was, it could be easy to become unbalanced. He wouldn't like falling off. "Uh, Matt," he said, "I dunno know if I care for this."

Matt, looking at the narrow platform the top of the box made, identified with his friend's concern. "Daniel, I won't tie this lower chain, so if you start to feel uncomfortable, you can stand up. Try it for a couple of minutes, though, because I want to get some pictures of this."

"Unnnh!" Daniel groaned. Since Matt had gotten the Polaroid camera, he had taken dozens of pictures of Daniel in bondage of all kinds, in all kinds of positions. Well, he was in a hell of a position now, with his hands high up his back, his knees in the air, and his ass inches from the top of a wooden crate!

Matt bounded over with the camera. He framed a picture from Daniel's front. Daniel's face was above his knees, and Daniel's cock, just visible between his legs, was almost fully erect, leaning against an upturned thigh. Matt knew that the picture would also show his bound arms jutting out high behind his back. The only visible evidence that Matt could see through the viewfind- er that the boy was restrained was the dog collar around his neck and the shackles at his ankles.

Matt snapped the picture. The camera whirred, and spat out the picture. He placed it on the platform beside Daniel, and then he took a picture of Daniel from the side. He moved to Daniel's back, took an overall picture, and then he took a closeup shot of Daniel's upper back. The picture, when it developed, would show Daniel's handcuffed hands and the dog collar. He placed the prints on the crate and stepped back.

"Okay," he said. "You can stand up now."

Daniel leaned forward and slowly stood up. The chain leash made a zipping sound as it passed through the eyebolt. Matt walked around the crate and looked up at Daniel. He still held the camera.

"Uh, why don't you try to look like you're struggling with the chains, uh, trying to escape." Matt pressed his eye against the camera.

Daniel gave Matt a long-suffering look, and then he considered his friend's request. He flexed his knees, lifted the heel of his right foot from the crate, which stretched tight the chain between his ankles, and he twisted his upper body sideways, a strained expression on his face.

"Perfect!" said Matt, and he snapped the picture.

"Hey," said Daniel, "can we get on with this fantasy?" He straightened his knees and stood up straight.

Matt was looking at the prints developing at Daniel's feet. He looked up at Daniel's face and said, "Sure, buddy! Gimme just one minute."

He walked over to the stool and sat down on its edge. By now, he had a raging erection, and it was painfully confined. He unzipped his jeans and peeled out of them, letting them bunch up on the floor. On this day he wore no underwear, and his cock sprang out, massive and veined, pressed against his belly. Another second, and the tropical-print shirt was removed. Daniel looked down upon him from the platform.

"Boy, that feels better," Matt shook his head slowly. He placed his hands on his knees and looked up at Daniel. "There's a story that goes with this one. Try to imagine that you're in the story, and you're experiencing what happening."

Matt raised his voice. "It's like this, slave. You're in a tent, and it's hot. Your newest master, a slave trader, has you chained up for a sheik that is interested in buying you.

"You've had a good life so far, with a kind and gentle master, a, uh, scribe, but he's hit hard times, and he needs to sell you to pay his taxes. You've heard about the rich sheik that wants to purchase you, and you know that he's famous for his stable of attractive young male slaves. You think that he may want you for his sex harem, but you're sad to be leaving your good master, and you're fearful of losing the only life that you've known.

"You've been left in the tent, alone with your thoughts, and there's a hot wind blowing in off the desert. Suddenly, the tent flap opens and the sheik walks in.

"He's a handsome Arab, wearing a flowing long robe and a turban, and he walks around you and looks you over. He asks if you are in good health and if you have any diseases. You answer, and without saying anything more, he walks out.

"You find out later that he has purchased you, but he had to leave immediately and couldn't take you with him. So it's arranged that you and a few other slaves that he bought will travel with a, uh, silk trader to his nomad camp.

"You are forced to walk along behind the trader's wagon, your wrists chained for the first few days because the trader is afraid that you'll run away. After that, the trader allows you to ride in the wagon.

"One night, after the trip is almost over, the trader comes to your bedroll and tries to mount you in your sleep. You awaken and repel him, and he becomes enraged. He takes your robes, chains you up, and ties you up that night with the horses.

"The next morning, you are forced to walk behind the wagon again. He does not return your clothes, and he says that you won't need clothes where you're going. This comment leaves you puzzled, and you think about it as you stumble along behind the wagon.

"The sun burns your skin, and you choke on the dust from the wagon. When the sun goes down, you're again tied with the horses. This goes on for three days, and you wonder at the trader's capacity to carry a grudge.

"Finally, though, you arrive at the sheik's camp. Your master is out examining his herds, and you and the other new slaves are put in a tent. The trader pushes you into the tent, and you fall on the floor.

"When you look around, you find that you are in a room filled with other young men, from adolescents to young adults. They are all particularly beautiful boys, and they are all nude. Several of them pick you up and begin to wash the dust from your body.

"You learn that your new master is a man of great sexual appetites, and you learn that your new master will call you to his bed when he wants you. Your new life will revolve around satisfy- ing his sexual appetites. Until this happens, you will always wear a neck collar. Only when the master is satisfied with you will your chains be removed.

"The other boys, finding that you're a virgin, take turns fucking you, so that you'll be ready for your master's big cock. The young boys come first, slipping their slender cocks into you easily, and soon you are fucked by the older boys with their bigger cocks. Nobody, you're told, has as big a cock as your master.

"One day, word comes to the boys in the tent that their master has returned from the fields. They clean themselves, comb their hair, and prepare. Your hair is trimmed, and your face is shaved. The other boys also shave your pubic hair, because it's said that the master prefers it. Your body's perfumed, and you wait for the night.

"Finally the call comes, and the boys take you to the master's tent. There you find a slave block, and are shackled to it. Your arms are bound, and your ankles are shackled. Torches are placed at either side of you, and you wait in the tent."

Throughout the story, Matt had been looking at Daniel. He could see the interest in Daniel's face, and he could see that the story had caused Daniel's cock to swell.

Daniel had indeed identified with the slave in the story, and he imagined himself in a darkened tent, bound to a block, shackled at wrist and ankle. He heard the snap and sputter of the smokey torches, and he could look down and see the torch light gleaming on his naked body.

Matt walked over to the closet and withdrew a bathrobe. He slipped into it, and walked back over to Daniel. He spoke as he walked.

"At last, the tent flap is pushed aside, and your master walks in. You see him in the torch light. He is wearing a robe, which as he walks in, falls open." Daniel allowed the bathrobe to hang freely, and his cock protruded between the sides. He walked to stand in front of Daniel.

"You look down at your master, trying to look respectful, but your eyes are drawn to his massive cock. It looks huge, and you feel some fear of its size."

This last statement caused Daniel to snort back a laugh, but he quickly got back in character.

Matt reached out with a hand, and he gently stroked Daniel's left leg. "So," he said, "you're the new slave, the one I've been dreaming about. Have the other slaves treated you well?"

"Yes, master, as well as I could ask for," Daniel said.

"I see that you have been shaved. Good, good! What have the other slaves told you about me?" Matt reached up with his other hand and cupped Daniel's testicles.

"Only that you are a good and generous master, and that I should treat you well, be respectful and obedient in all things." Daniel spoke with his eyes lowered.

Matt wrapped his fingers around Daniel's cock, and rubbed with his thumb just under the head of Daniel's shaft. "Good advice for any slave," he said. "And what have you been told about the chains that you wear?"

"Only that they are to remind me that I am your's to possess and constrain, and that the chains would be a part of my life until I prove my loyalty to you."

"And did they also tell you that I might find the chains against your naked flesh quite... alluring?"

"Yes, my master."

"Ah," Matt said, "I imagine that they did, at that." He shrugged out of the bathrobe, and it pooled around his ankles. "Look at me slave, and tell me what you see."

"You are fair to look at, master, and your, uh, regal organ must be the biggest one in, uh, all the lands."

Matt grinned in spite of himself. "You, too, slave are fair to behold, but, come, I tire of small talk. Let me take you down from that perch, and we shall repair to the comfort of my sleeping pallet."

Matt unlatched the anklets at Daniel's feet, letting his hands linger on Daniel's ankles where the circlets had been. The thumb of his right hand pressed against a vein, and he could feel Daniel's strong heartbeat. Then he slipped the smaller metal chain through the eyebolt, freeing it to dangle along the side of the block. He pushed the stool up to the block.

"Step down, slave," he commanded. Daniel stepped down, surprised that his calf muscles had tightened while he stood on the block. It did not seem to Daniel that he had stood there for very long, but when he glanced up at the high windows, the afternoon sun no longer slanted through, and the loft apartment had taken on an evening quiet.

He stepped down, moving directly into Matt's open arms. Matt held him tightly, his arms encircling Daniel's shoulders. Their lips met in a tight and satisfying kiss. They kissed with mouths open, tongues exploring, cocks pressed up against their bellies, and against each other.

Matt broke the kiss, slowly releasing his slave. He took Daniel by an upthrust arm and led him across to their old bed. The two boys fell into the bed, and soon they were again pressing their lips together, with Matt on the bottom and Daniel on his side and atop him. The kisses became ardent, with the boys nipping at each other, moving their jaws, and seeking new positions.

Matt took Daniel's cock in his hand and massaged the warm shaft. Sticky precum lubricated Daniel's cock, and Matt spread it around the head with a fingertip. He pressed his finger into the slit of the head, holding it there opened, irritating the soft inner lining as a grain of sand might irritate an oyster until it became a pearl. The erect organ pulsed under his finger, but Matt gripped it tightly.

"Mmmph!" Daniel said, and he pulled his face away. Matt pressed at his shoulder with a forearm, pushing Daniel over and onto the bed. Daniel lay there, his arms beneath him, and Matt looked at him.

"How do you like it, slave?" he managed to ask, while with his eyes he devoured the helpless boy.

"My only wish is to suck your cock, master." Daniel said. His arms beneath him caused him to lean upward slightly.

"As it should be, slave," said Matt, and he slid up beside Daniel, with his cock level with Daniel's face. Daniel bent his knees and twisted his torso, turning onto his side. His elbow dug into the bedding, but Daniel didn't seem to notice.

Matt guided his engorged member toward his friend's mouth, and Daniel grasped it with his lips. He slid his lips across the edge of the large helmet, his tongue forming a cradle. He pushed his head forward along the shaft, gradually taking more of its length, and then he moved his head back, sliding outward along the veiny member.

This motion he repeated several times, each time seeming to take a little more. He could taste the salty precum in his mouth, and he could feel the slickness back on the base of his tongue. So great was his concentration that he forgot to breathe through his nose for several seconds, and then he drew a deep breath around the shaft. This produced a wharfling sound, and Matt looked down at him.

Matt could feel the tension mounting in his belly. "That's enough, slave! Turn around, for I'm ready to mount you."

Daniel gave up his friend's member, and Matt helped him to stand on his knees. Matt placed an overstuffed pillow in front of Daniel, and Daniel lowered his face to the pillow. His ass jutted into the air, and Daniel braced himself on one shoulder. From this position, Daniel could look back and he glimpsed part of Matt's body as the boy walked on his knees over to Daniel's ass. He saw Matt's engorged cock, his balls swaying as he moved. He imagined the feeling of the cock entering his exposed and vulnerable ass, and his own cock bobbed in response. A glistening strand of Daniel's juice fell down to the bed sheet.

Matt grabbed Daniel's ankles and repositioned them on the sheet. For a moment, he placed his knees on the upturned soles of Daniel's feet, and reached between Daniel's legs. He stroked the boy's cock with his palm at its head, and he gathered up some of the boy's slick moisture. He then massaged his own cock, spreading his and Matt's wetness around its head.

He kneed his way between Daniel's legs, placing his now- throbbing cock at Daniel's ass. He guided his organ forward with a hand, and he paused with his helmet resting a little above Daniel's bung hole. He placed his right hand high on Daniel's buttocks, and, with his left thumb pressing against his helmet, slid forward, downward, and into Daniel.

The suddenness of the entry sent a shutter through Daniel's hips, and he cried out in pleasure and surprise.

Matt slid his large, erect cock fully into Daniel, stopping with his balls resting between Daniel's legs. Then he slid rearward and forward again, establishing a rhythmic motion. He put his other hand on Daniel's ass, and he started to really pump.

Each time he rammed forward, his hips would slap against the flesh of Daniel's buttocks, and his balls would swing out, slapping against Daniel's balls. The bed springs squeaked and the old bed began to rock.

To Daniel, it felt as if his guts were filled with a living, tunneling mass, and he could feel the pressure of its passing as Matt thrust back and forth. The motion set up a rhythmic shudder in his lower abdomen that transferred down to his own cock, and Daniel's cock rocked upward each time Matt thrust forward, as if he were humping rather than being humped.

Daniel's breathing began to match the rhythm. He inhaled with Matt's forward thrusts and exhaled with Matt's rearward thrusts. He grunted with each exhalation.

Matt, too, gave inarticulate voice to his efforts. He looked down, at the spread-open ass of his friend, at his cock moving in and out. His eyes traced up along his friend's bony spine to the boy's tightly shackled hands. Subconsciously, his fingers contract- ed, and he clutched at the soft flesh of Daniel's buttocks.

His breathing was rapid, and a familiar tingling began to form in his lower belly. The pressure mounted, and localized in his groin. With each movement, he could feel the sensations intensify. It was as if his entire strength and vitality were funnelled into the action.

Daniel, too, was moving toward climax, without having ever touched his own member. The base of his cock was throbbing, responding each time Matt's member pressed against his prostate and lower tract.

Suddenly, Matt's guts clinched, and a contraction rippled through his lower abdomen. He closed his eyes and cried out. A great upwelling began in his groin, and his scrotum contracted, smoothing out against his balls.

Matt's cock exploded, and Daniel could feel the warmth flood his belly as Matt's juice filled his gut. His friend inhaled sharply, and rammed forward only to explode again.

Waves of pleasure were pounding against Matt's nervous system, and he rode each wave until it crested, with his nerves afire and his body quivering. Then his buttocks would clinch, his back would arch, and again his groin would explode. He would cry out then, in wordless ecstacy, and Daniel's voice would answer.

For some time, this continued, until no more of the warm juices were forthcoming. Then the contractions silently receded, Matt's nerves quietened, and all the strength seemed to leave his body. He slumped forward, still inside Daniel, resting his crossed arms on the boy's spine and breathing heavily.

Daniel, his own cock throbbing and enraged, wriggled his ass out of frustration, and Matt slipped out of him. He was still for almost a minute, allowing the other boy to regain his breath, and then the passivity became too much for him. He stuck his right leg out to the side and pressed his foot into the sheets. He used this outthrust leg as a lever, and he pinioned himself upward and sideways.

This motion raised his right hip high in the air, and his ass moved sideways, his body pivoting on his other knee. Matt was unprepared for Daniel's sudden movement, and he felt temporarily disoriented as his human platform bucked and tossed him aside. He landed on his back with his breath knocked out of him, and Daniel plopped down at his side. The impact of the fall barked his left elbow painfully.

"Hey," Matt said weakly, struggling to both rise and catch his breath.

"Hey, yourself, oh noble master!" Daniel said. "Isn't there something in this story about the slave FUCKING .

Chapter 5 of A Bondage Story

Birthday Presents

Matt lowered the car magazine he was reading and reached for the jangling telephone. "Hello."

"Hiya Matt! It's Taylor!" said the cheerful female voice on the other end of the line.

"Oh hey, Taylor. Daniel's not here right now. He went to the library."

"That's okay, Matt. It was you I really wanted to talk to."

"Uh-oh. What have I done?"

Taylor laughed, "It's nothing you've done, honey. I was just wonderin' what you're getting Danny for his birthday."

"Oh!" said Matt. Sounded safe enough. "I'm getting him one of those things you call a mechanic's creeper. It's a low platform with wheels that he can slide under his car when he changes the oil. What you gettin' him?"

"Honey," Taylor said in her smokey drawl, "you can GUESS what I'm givin' him!"

Matt was curious, but wary, so he said nothing.

"I'll give you a hint!" Taylor continued. "It involves my naked body..."

The way the girl emphasized the word "naked" caused Matt to chuckle. "Well," he said, "that's one present he's sure to like!"

"But I need your help..." Taylor said.

Matt pushed the door closed and turned to face the slender woman.

"Do ya think he suspects anything?" Taylor asked. She and Matt were standing in the large utility closet opposite the elevator on Matt's floor. Taylor was carrying a grocery bag, and she wore denim cutoffs and a Jack Daniel's tee shirt. She wore no bra, and her nipples were prominent against the soft cotton fabric.

"I don't think so," Matt said. "I told him I was going running, and he's doing something on the computer. It'll be a complete surprise!"

Taylor leaned the grocery bag against the wall. She dug a hand into a hip pocket of her tight cutoffs and removed a key ring. "Here's the key to our place, Matt. Sarah's visitin' her folks in Macon, and you should have the apartment to yourself tonight. I rented you some movies, and they're on the top of the tv in the living room. If the phone rings, jus' let the machine pick 'em up."

She stood on tiptoe and kissed Matt's left cheek. "You're jus' so sweet, Matt, to be doing this."

"Ah, Taylor," Matt said, embarrassed, "he's my best friend, and you'll make him happy, so that makes me happy, too."

Taylor smiled and slid out of her tee shirt. While Matt looked at her pretty breasts, each a small, but tidy handful, Taylor unselfconsciously shed her shorts. On this day, she wore no underwear, and her bush was immediately exposed. She looked around.

"You got the creeper thing?" she asked.

"Right here." Matt reached behind an equipment cabinet and pulled out a new mechanic's creeper. It was made of wood and had four large casters.

"Oh," said Taylor, "that's a nice one. Look what I brought." She began to pull items out of the bag. First she removed several lengths of soft cotton rope. Then she pulled out two wine bottles. "One of these is for you, Matt." Finally, she removed a silk scarf, a large ribbon bow, and a small cream-colored envelope.

"Are you ready, Matt?" she asked, looking at the tall boy.

"I guess, Taylor."

"Well, then, first tie my hands behind my back." She handed Matt the ropes and turned away from him, her wrists crossed behind her back.

Matt separated a length of rope from the group. He leaned over behind the slender girl and bound her hands together. Taylor looked over her shoulder at the boy. "You can tie 'em tighter, you know. I'm not fragile."

"Well, Taylor," Matt said, "we don't know how long Daniel might want to keep you tied up, and this is jus' a game, anyway. I'd rather have your hands a little loose, so's you can keep your circulation."

"Oh!" said Taylor. She experimented with her bonds, and found them sufficiently snug. "Okay, Matt, help me onto the creeper."

"Shoulda laid down before I tied you," Matt said practically.

"You're right, Matt. Maybe next time we'll get all the kinks out." She kneeled beside the creeper, her knees straddling the low wheeled platform. "Help me, Matt," she repeated.

Matt, not knowing what else to do, stood over the kneeling girl and wrapped his large hands around her slender shoulders. Taylor leaned forward against his strong arms' support, and Matt gently lowered her to a position where her face rested on the small cushion of the creeper. Her honey-colored hair pooled beside her shoulders.

"That's great, Matt. Will you tie my legs now?"

"Any thing you say, ma'am."

Taylor drew her legs up so that her knees were wide apart and her ankles were crossed. Matt looped a length of rope around her ankles sideways and then vertically. He made several loops and finished off with two strong knots.

"How's that feel, Taylor?"

Taylor flexed her ankles, feeling the resistance of the tightly cinched ropes. "Jus' fine, Matt."

Matt looked at the girl's bound hands and ankles. He admired the way her smooth ass cheeks pressed together to leave a delicate, compressed line of flesh down to her small asshole. Unbidden, he felt his cock stir in his jeans, and he wondered at it.

Matt cleared his throat to help drive away his confusing thoughts. "Uh, Taylor," he said, "do you want your hands and ankles tied together?"

"Yeah, honey, but leave a little slack, please." Taylor lifted her ankles toward her butt, and Matt tied a third rope around her wrists and ankles.

"That oughta do it," he said.

Taylor wriggled her ankles and flexed her wrists. "How do I look, Matt? Do you think Danny'll like me?"

Matt chuckled. "Knowing Daniel," he said, "just the sight of you like this is gonna drive him wild."

"Honey, I sure do hope so! Jus' put on the finishin' touches and you can wheel me on out."

"Now Taylor, this is the part I'm not too sure about." His eyes were filled with the image of the slender woman in bondage.

"Jus' do like we talked about. Slide that envelope down in the crack of my ass, and stick that bow on... well, jus' look at me like Daniel'll see me, and decide where the bow'll look best, okay?"

"You're the boss!" Matt said, and he picked up the small, colored envelope and the ribbon. He squatted beside the girl and slid the envelope between her ass cheeks. Then he stood up, holding the red bow, and stepped back, looking at her bound female figure. He took several seconds considering where to place the ribbon, and his cock pressed against his jeans so tightly that he slipped a hand into his pants and readjusted himself. At length he stepped forward.

"I'm gonna put the ribbon on the creeper between your knees, Taylor, 'cause I think that's where Daniel will look first." He peeled the wax paper from the bow, leaned down, and pressed the bow firmly against the wood grain. He had an excellent view of the girl's cunt, and he reflected again on how different were the sexes.

Taylor looked up at the boy and said, "Let's do it!"

"Careful," said Matt. "Those were the last words of Gary Gillmore." He stood just behind the bound girl's legs, indecisive about how to move his carefully prepared package. The creeper had a handle cut out in the platform, and he had an idea. Matt took another rope length and looped it through the cutout. He pulled on the rope, and the creeper rolled forward.

"Mmmmm," said Taylor. "Who was Gary Gillmore?"

"Just someone who was executed by the State of Utah. His final words were 'Let's do it'." Matt opened the door a crack and looked out. The hall, as usual, was deserted. He propped the door open with a paint can and walked back to the girl.

"Honey," Taylor said, "that's kinda morbid."

"Yeah, I know, Taylor. We gotta be quiet from here on in. Are you ready?"

"Let's GO," the girl whispered, and Matt chuckled as he rolled the girl out into the hallway. The elevator door stood open from Taylor's arrival. He closed the maintenance room door and rolled Taylor past the elevator. He positioned the girl a few feet in front of the boys' apartment door. He leaned down and whispered in Taylor's ear.

"Are you all set? Do you want me to ring the door?" He inclined his ear toward Taylor's lips.

"Go 'head, honey. Thank you."

"Jus' part of the friendly service," he whispered. "Bye."

Taylor formed the word bye on her lips, and Matt stood up and stepped to the door. He hoped that Daniel would still be at the computer, on the other side of the large room. He pressed the door bell and held it down while he counted to three. Then he sprinted to the elevator and pressed the down button. The elevator door creaked slowly closed, and his last glimpse of the bound girl was that of her crossed ankles and feet sticking up above her head of honey-colored hair.

Daniel was sitting at his computer desk, playing a game called Wolfenstein when the doorbell rang. He paused the game and stood up. He was wearing just a pair of faded, wrinkled jeans with the knees ripped out. As he padded across the large room, he noted that his roommate had not yet returned. Must be taking a good, long run today, he thought.

He went to the door and drew it open. In the first instant, he saw no one, and then his attention was drawn downward. His eyes widened when he saw the naked female form at his feet. It was Taylor, and she was bound hand and foot. He looked up and scanned the hallway. The two were alone. He looked back down at the girl.

"God lord, Taylor. Whacha you doing down there?" He knew it sounded inane as soon as the words left his lips. His eyes took in the creeper and the bright ribbon. As he looked at the ribbon, he noticed the cream-colored envelope between the girl's ass cheeks.

"I'm your present, Danny!" Taylor said. "Do you like it?"

Daniel was surprised, and he said nothing for several seconds. He looked at the girl's bound ankles, at the loops of rope securing them in a crossed position. He noticed that her wrists were equally bound. From where he stood, he had a clear view of her pussy, and her cunt lips were moist. His cock stirred in his shorts, and he said, "Well, hell, Taylor! I reckon I do!"

"Then pull me into your apartment, honey!"

"Oh! Oh, yeah. Right away!" Daniel saw the rope tied to the creeper and instantly ascertained its use. He leaned over and picked up the rope end, and then he pulled the creeper forward through the door. When the girl was inside, he closed the door.

"So," he said, smiling down at the hog-tied figure, "you're my birthday present. Who sent you to me?"

"I'm a gift to you from me and Matt, and you can have me all night, to do whatever you want to do to me. Why doncha read the card, honey?"

Daniel's smile expanded, and he leaned over and plucked the card from the girl's cheeks. He allowed his hand to linger for a moment on the smooth, soft flesh of her buttocks. The envelope was small and smelled of perfume. He carefully opened the envelope and withdrew a colorful card.

On the front of the card was a picture of a sad-faced hound dog, and a caption that read, "Another year older, and you still haven't made top dog, but... " Daniel opened the card. The inside said, "You don't have to be on top! Happy birthday, lover!" There was a drawing of a cartoon dog wearing a big red ribbon. He was looking at a trim and perky poodle with long eyelashes leashed to a park bench. The dog had a huge, lascivious grin, and his erect, red penis curved up under him. The card was signed by Matt and Taylor, and there was a handwritten note - "This captured and enslaved girl is to be your's for the night. Please return her in the condition you found her."

"Ah, Taylor," he said, "you guys are swell. But whatever am I gonna do with you?"

"Anything, uh, strike your fancy... master?"

"Only a coupla hundred things! So you're my slave for the night, huh?" He rubbed his hands together and grinned.

"Yes, master. What action would you like me to perform?"

"Jez, Taylor, let me think. You sure do look fine lying there like that... Let me get my camera!"

Taylor had been anticipating that Daniel would quickly have his hands on her, maybe even dump her on the floor right there and take her. She had felt his hot, hungry gaze brush across her vulnerable, naked body, and she could feel the moist sex begin to ooze from her cunt. She hoped that Daniel would let her up soon, so she could begin to provide pleasure for her new master.

Daniel came bounding back with his camera, almost stumbling in his desire to return to his beautiful captive girl slave, but made cautious in his almost headlong rush by his tight-fitting jeans and his constrained, tense, erecting cock. He stopped by the bound form and quickly peeled out of his jeans. As usual around the apartment, the slim boy wore no underwear. His well-proportioned, circumcised cock spiraled lazily outward. His jeans pooled by his ankles, and he stepped out of them and kicked them away.

He went to his knees and ankles with the viewfinder pressed against his eye. He leaned low and peered between his captives legs. Her crossed ankles, her knees, and the mechanic's creeper formed a triangle through which he could just see the girl's cunt, partially obscured by the red ribbons. He pressed the button, and the camera whirred and offered a print.

Next, he walked around to the girl's side and took a low, full-body profile shot. Then he took a close-up shot of Taylor's pretty face. She smiled when he pressed the button. A final shot looking down on the bound girl from above and the rear, and Matt was satisfied with his efforts.

Then he came to the realization that he had to move on to other enjoyable efforts, because his blood-engorged member was anxious and throbbing. He set the camera aside and considered the shapely bound form before him. He could scoop her up in his arms and carry her to the bed, or, he could release her legs and walk her to the bed, or he could indulge his recent passion for bondage photography with her in a variety of poses. Whatever the evening brought, he thought, he would have to get off real soon! And, of course, his slave would also have to have an enjoyable time.

He made up his mind. "I'm going to release your legs, Taylor, and get you up from there. You're jus' as pretty as a picture down there, but I want to hold you and touch you, and my cock needs some attention just about now."

He bent to the task of untying the girl's ankles. Matt had tied his knots firmly, and it took a moment for Daniel to pry them loose. He unwrapped the rope, and saw that the flesh of Taylor's slender ankles carried the mark of the ropes. He noticed her bright red toe nail polish, and with that simple thought he flashed back to his first encounter with the vibrant little blonde.

He had finger fucked her in the shower in front of Matt, and then she had handcuffed him to the headboard of the old bed and given him an intense and teasing blow-job that had left him half- crazed, begging for mercy. She had kneeled on his face, commanding him to fuck her with his tongue. He had tongued her moist opening for what seemed like forever, and he imagined that he could still taste her juices. And then she had fucked him sitting on his cock. The best part was that his male lover had watched the entire episode. Even as these thoughts fluttered through his conscious- ness, his frenzied fingers were busy, undoing the loops of rope.

"There, Taylor, your legs are free." The girl extended her legs straight out, her toes pointed. She was surprised that she felt only a mild discomfort as full circulation was restored in her legs. She attempted to roll onto her back off the side of the creeper, but as she put her weight on its edge, the creeper tipped, dumping her unceremoniously on her ass.

She sat up and found that Daniel was trying hard to suppress a grin. "That wasn't funny, Danny!" she exclaimed, and then her eyes were drawn to his massive and obvious hard-on. His need of her must be intense, she thought.

She shifted onto one side of her ass and got a leg beneath her. Soon she was standing on her knees, her face only inches away from Daniel's throbbing, extended organ. If not for her bound wrists, she would have her hands wrapped around that gorgeous cock, drawing it into her.

Daniel was quick to take advantage of her position. He stepped forward and took himself in hand, guiding his excited member forward. Taylor wrapped her lips around his shaft, and he thrust forward more strongly than he had intended. The slender girl's head rocked, and she made a whimphling sound as she took his length. He could feel his cock bottom as the girl tried to swallow him.

The sensation was delicious, and made even better as the girl moved her head back and forward along his shaft. Her tongue cradled his engorged cock, and she moved the tip of her tongue under the edge of his corona at the end of each stroke. Every time she did this, he would receive an intense stimulation.

Taylor had her eyes closed, so hard was she concentrating on her task. The boy's cock was a perfect length for her, and she could enjoy every inch of it. She loved the way his knob felt sliding over her tongue, and she could feel the bumpy passage of the massive veins that supported his erection. The back of her throat was slick with his juice, and she could smell the distinc- tive odor of his sex. As she worked, she felt her own sexual moisture run down the inside of her leg.

Daniel was almost beside himself, transported to near-ecstacy by the pretty blonde girl's ministrations. He could feel her hot breath on his belly, and he could feel an answering warmth responding within his groin. Her touch was sheer magic! She varied the way she stroked him with her tongue and lips, and she altered the tempo of her movements from moment to moment. This variation kept the boy off-balance, never giving him the rigid up and down movements that would be required to make him explode. She teased his cock mercilessly, until she had him whimpering and moaning. Only then did she press her tongue firmly to the base of his cock and thrust strongly in an entirely linear path.

Daniel was unaware that he had been vocalizing, for he had his head back and his eyes closed, with his entire attention focused on the sharp waves of sensation impinging on his nervous system. He breathed hoarsely, riding with the flow that bombarded him.

When the release came, it came suddenly, catching the two of them by surprise. One moment, Daniel was moaning and whimpering, and the next he was crying out, convulsed with sensation. Taylor had only a moment to sense the explosion coming, but she saw the contraction ripple across the boy's corded stomach muscles, and then he was thrusting his hips and bucking like an animal.

He slipped out of her mouth, and his hand unknowingly found his member. He used it as a cradle, to support his raging hard-on. A mighty contraction of his gut and buttocks seized him, and his world went white as the blood drained from his face, and he ejaculated a milky stream into the expectant, flushed face of the girl.

His chest was reddened, and the first debilitating blast of cum left him gasping for air. Again, the pressure built, crashing down on him like a physical mass, and his cock spurted, recoiling in his open hand like a rifle.

In the very height of his passion, he thought of his boy- friend, of how Matt should be there sharing the moving, strong experience the small girl had given him.

Once more, his body spasmed, and another spattering of cum shot from his cock slit. His cry was weaker this time, for even in his excitement and ecstacy he had become accustomed to the unabashed heights of his pleasure. This more modest sensation was his anchor to the earth, the demarcation point to which he could return. Gently and regretfully, he allowed the sensations to pass. When it was all over, he stood, head down and chest heaving, filled with wonder at the peaks he had scaled.

Taylor had watched him come with wonder of her own. She had seen that each ejaculation involved Daniel's entire body, and she marveled at the passionate near-violence of the event. Did she look anything like that when she was in orgasm? Did her orgasm move across her body like a tidal wave?

Daniel opened his eyes and found himself looking downward, his spent member resting in his hand. His captive girl was sitting looking up at him with something like admiration in her eyes.

He sank to his knees, reaching his arms forward to encircle the girl. His lips found hers, and the two kissed, gently and lovingly. Daniel could taste the salty tang of his own cum on her lips, and he was filled with gratefulness for the tiny woman. He kissed her passionately and she responded in a similar fashion. They explored with their tongues, their breathing synchronized, their eyes exploring each others' faces.

At length, the kiss ended and the two separated. Daniel grasped Taylor's shoulders and looked her over, from the now- tangled mass of honey-blonde hair that feel across her shoulders, to her slender waist and the triangle of almost invisible pubic hairs at the base of her belly. He admired her fine, uptilted belly button, and he knew that he would be exploring it with his tongue before the night was over.

"Thank you, Taylor, that was awesome," Daniel said. "Now I wanna do something for you."

"Can I still be your slave?" asked the girl, in a husky voice.

"Sure, but I can be yours now," said Daniel.

"Honey, I can be your slave and have a fantasy of my own, can't I?"

Daniel smiled. "Taylor, you can have anything you want! Just tell me."

"Well," Taylor said, "I like being tied up, all bound and helpless. I kinda guess I like havin' someone be responsible for me. You know, havin' to take care of me. And I've got some fantasies of my own that I can do when I'm the slave." Taylor looked Daniel in the eyes.

"What do ya wanna do, Taylor?"

"I want you to tie me up with my hands over my head, tight so's I'm on tiptoe. And then, I'd like for you to tease my tits, licking them all over with that talented tongue you have, maybe give my tits a playful nibble or two. Then you can take me anyway you want me."

"Taylor, jus' thinking about it is getting me hard again. I don't know if I can stand another go-round like that one. But, we're in the fantasy business. Let's see, where could I tie you up to?" His brow furrowed, and he thought for a minute.

Taylor turned around on her knees and held her bound hands out to Daniel. "You can untie me for jus' a minute, Danny, while you think about it."

Daniel began to untie the rope at Taylor's wrists, and he said, "We've used the pipes in the shower before. They're high enough that you'd be on tiptoe. And you'd be in the middle of the shower. I'd have access to you all around!"

"That sounds good, Danny. Let me get a drink of water and we'll go again."

"One thing I can say for you, Taylor, is that you got stamina."

Taylor laughed and pointed at Daniel's plumping cock. "So, my friend," she said, "do you!"

Taylor held her wrists out side by side, and Daniel looped the cotton rope around them. He knotted the rope and asked Taylor if they were too tight.

"No, Danny, they're fine." She looked up at the ceiling where the water pipes crossed. The porcelain tiles felt cool beneath her bare feet, and a warm breeze filtered in through the high-set windows.

"Okay," Daniel said, "hold your hands up." Taylor did as Daniel asked, and Daniel looped the end of the rope over a pipe. He pulled the rope taut, and the girl rose to her toes. He knotted the rope to itself and examined the girl's position critically. "Is that alright, Taylor?"

"Jus' fine! Go 'head," she encouraged.

Daniel didn't need much encouragement, for he was somewhat fascinated by the image the girl's position created. Daniel was a fellow who appreciated the symmetry of the human body in bondage, and he admired the way the girl's upraised arms exposed her creamy armpits, and lifted her delicate breasts. It stretched her trim stomach, making her sexy upturned belly button even more appealing. Even her standing on tiptoe was attractive to him, for it caused her shapely calf muscles to bunch.

He stepped forward and took her hips in his hands. He tilted his head and kissed her. Her arms rigidly holding up her face were yet another element of bondage, because they kept her from moving her face very far to side or responding more strongly to his lips.

This heightened his feeling of control over the fate of the girl that entrusted him. She had made him, for the first time, aware of his responsibility toward his bondage partner. Is that part of it for me, too? he wondered. Do I love to be bound because I know that someone I love and trust is responsible for me? Does that somehow free me, so that, in a way, I'm helpless and blame- less? His mind whirled with the possibilities, and he decided to talk the question over later with Matt.

While these thoughts were revolving in his head, he lowered his lips to Taylor's armpits. He dragged his lower lip across her soft flesh, making nibbling motions with his lips only. He moved his attention inward and downward, approaching her breast from the side. He could feel her body tense as he first touched her breast. He enjoyed the taste of the girl, so salty and sweet at the same time. Her skin was silky and his tongue glided across it effort- lessly.

Taylor had closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Daniel's caressing mouth was causing her nerves to tingle wherever he touched. She gave in to the parade of feeling, happy and proud to be enslaved to sensation.

Daniel worked his way around her tit without touching her nipple and then he moved to the other tit. His tongue caressed and lapped, and he enjoyed all the more the taste and smell of the girl as her body responded to his efforts. He could also smell the powerful female sexual odor that she exuded, and it struck a resonant chord in him, bringing excitement.

Taylor's breathing had quickened, and her breasts were reddened with extra oxygen. Her nipples had become fully erect, looking to Daniel almost like little pink push buttons. He had covered every square inch of her breasts except her nipples, and he judged the girl ready.

He had always heard that women were capable of obtaining orgasm without direct clitoral stimulation, and he wondered if it were true. If it were, he was determined that he would find out soon enough.

He supported Taylor's left breast with both of his hands firmly wrapped around the soft, responsive mound of flesh. He drew his tongue across the sensitive tip, slowly and deliberately, thinking of the way the girl had teased him with her long artful blow job. He extended his tongue, curving it upward, and he drew the smooth lower trough across her nipple in the opposite direc- tion.

At the end of that stroke, he again reversed his tongue. He kept up this motion, slowly stroking across her nipple with the pebbly top surface of his tongue and then stroking with the smooth undersurface. From the tension in her body and the rapidity of her respiration, he knew that he was having an strong effect on her.

Indeed he was, for Taylor began to moan. Each time the boy drew his tongue across her nipple, the sensations were excruciat- ingly exciting. She could feel her love juices dripping down the inside of her legs, and, even over the nearness of the boy, she could smell the odor of her own sex.

Daniel moved to her other breast, again establishing the pattern of smooth stroke, rough stroke. He held her right breast cupped in the palm of his right hand, and with his left hand he reached down between her legs. His hand became wet, and he lifted it beside his face. The smell was overpoweringly sexual, and his own excitement flared. He moved his tongue more rapidly, flitting it across the narrow button, performing intense and quick rever- sals. With his hands, he palpitated the girl's breasts, even as his tongue and lips worked in synchrony.

His passionate and mounting efforts were having an extreme effect on the girl. Despite the fact that all the attention was directed at her breasts, she began to feel a response in her cunt! A warm glow seemed to her to be emanating from her groin, and she subconsciously tightened her vaginal muscles. From long-forgotten instinct, an involuntary spasm rippled through her moist tunnel and was quickly followed by another.

Her breathing became frantic, and Daniel had to place one arm around the girl's waist to steady her, lest she pull her breasts away from his lips and tongue.

Taylor was lost in her excitement.

Chapter 6 of A Bondage Story

Suspension Erotica

"Lover, you don't know how close we came to trooping down to get you last night."

"Well," said Matt, grinning, "it wouldn't have done you much good at that point. I was sittin' up in Taylor's bed watching movies and drinking wine, and I wouldn't've been worth a shit by the time you guys finished the first go round."

"Hell, Matt, with us, it was the SECOND go round that really got hot. You shoulda seen us in the shower, what with her hands up over her head and her on tiptoe. She looked so SEXY."

Matt chuckled, "I can imagine you in the same position, boyo, and you'd look pretty sexy, too."

"Do you really think so?" Daniel looked interested.

"Hell, yes!" Matt leaned forward and said theatrically, "I'd prob'ly even want to get YOUR camera and take a picture of YOU."

"Is that so?" Daniel tilted his head and raised an eyebrow. The slender boy loved to be bound and restrained, and Matt could see that Daniel was actively considering the proposition.

"Yeah!" said Matt, warming to the task. "And I'd work your nipples over with my tongue, and I'd suck that sweet cock of yours. I mean, if you think I could get you hard..."

"Jez," said Daniel, "just thinkin' about it's gettin' me hard! What you doing for the next hour or two?"

"A little mid-day bondage, maybe?" Matt's tone was teasing, knowing that his friend was snared.

"Hell, yes!"

"How you ever noticed how much of our sex lives we spend in the shower?" Matt crossed his arms and lifted his tee shirt up and off in one smooth motion, exposing his tanned and hairy muscular chest and corded stomach.

"Maybe that's because we got a cleanliness fetish." Daniel grinned. He was sitting on the edge of the shower basin, sliding his sneakers off. He wore baggy blue cotton sweat pants, and his chest was already bared. Matt glanced at the boy, and as always he admired the smaller boy's athletic muscle definition and his smooth, blonde-haired chest.

"Maybe we jus' got a FUCK fetish, is more like it!" Matt stood up, wearing only his soft, old cutoff jeans, and padded over to where Daniel sat. The shower tiles felt cool against his bare feet, and a warm breeze circulated through the room from the high- set windows.

Daniel stood up as Matt approached. "A fuck ADDICTION is what I'd call it," he said. "I'm addicted to the taste and feel and smell of you, and I gotta have a fix every day or I get withdrawal pains."

Matt and Daniel stood face to face, and Matt smothered further comment from Daniel by wrapping his arms around the boy and holding him close. Daniel responded by grasping Matt in return, and the two were soon pressed warmly into a long and liquid kiss.

Matt worked his jaw and pressed his tongue against Daniel's teeth. Daniel immediately opened his mouth and allowed Matt's tongue to enter. His own tongue formed a cradle for Matt's, and the two organs intertwined, exploring, caressing. Each could taste the other, and their breathing became quicker and hot.

Daniel could feel his cock pressing against his shorts, and he could feel the warmth of the other boy's muscular chest against his. He closed his eyes, lost in the warmth of their mutual embrace and the hot, passionate tonguing he was receiving.

While the boys continued to explore with their tongues, Matt lowered his hands to Daniel's waist. With quick fingers, he untied the string that held Daniel's baggy pants to his slender waist. Already the soft cotton was extending tent-like from the boy's crotch. Matt ran his hands under the sweats, burrowing low across Daniel's narrow hips and coming to rest on the boy's firm buttocks.

Daniel felt his friend's hands massaging his ass cheeks, and he reached down and clumsily thrust his sweat pants past his hips. (He had to lift and pull them forward to clear his erection.) Freed of it's soft restraint, his cock spiraled lazily forward. Already the smaller boy's erection was well-defined and prominent. A single droplet of transparent pre-cum glistened on the tip-slit.

Matt moved his hands to Daniel's hips, and he looked down at Daniel's throbbing cock. He liked the way the red, extended organ pressed against his friend's tan belly. He imagined the taste and feel of the tight member in his mouth, and he became aware that his own cock was achingly constrained in his jeans. Matt unsnapped his cut-offs and started to unzip them.

Daniel impatiently yanked them down to Matt's knees, and he started to rub his hands against Matt's large cock through the fabric of Matt's black bikini shorts. Soon he had removed the briefs, and Matt's erection levered hugely forward. The tip of Matt's cock pressed against the tip of Daniel's, and both boys felt the touch as if it were electric.

Matt was breathing heavily, and he said, "I better tie you up now, or THIS bondage fantasy is going to go straight out the window!"

Daniel grinned. "I know what you mean. I'd take you right now, but first I want to feel STRETCHED!" He stepped back and held his hands out, wrists pressed together.

Matt, too, grinned. He hefted his cock and squeezed it. "I think you'll feel stretched alright, in more ways than one!" Matt leaned over and picked up a coil of soft cotton rope from the lip of the shower basin. Quickly and expertly he tied Daniel's wrists together. An excess of several feet were left, and Matt coiled the excess in his hand. He tugged on the rope and said, "Come on, let's get you strung up!"

Matt began to walk toward the corner of the shower room, and Daniel followed, his erect member thrust out parallel with his bound hands, swaying as Daniel walked and throbbing with the boy's strong heartbeat. They stopped under a high ceiling pipe, and Matt threw the coil of rope over the pipe. He pulled on the rope, and Daniel's bound hands moved upward until the boy's arms were fully extended.

"A little tighter," Daniel suggested, and Matt grunted in response, pulling the rope taut.

Even as tall as Matt was, he was unable to reach up to knot the rope to the high pipe, so he looped it over another pipe that he could reach and pulled it tight. As he pulled, Daniel's arms became rigidly extended, and the boy was raised to his toes.

Matt knotted the rope tightly and immediately found ample cause to appreciate the image of the bound figure before him. Daniel's arms were tightly pulled upward, and they provided an elegant, although inverted, frame for the boy's handsome, excited face. His smooth chest and flat belly were taut, stretched out. (Matt always admired the masculine taper of his friend's chest and tummy.) Even the boy's belly button was elongated. He watched the way Daniel's ribs moved under his smooth, tan skin when the boy breathed.

Daniel's prominently erect member also moved with his breath- ing, Matt noticed, its tip drawing tight circles in the air. Matt studied the throbbing organ for a moment, and he had a sudden desire to see it, too, restrained.

He turned and padded out of the shower without a word, and went straight to the closet where the boys kept their sex toys. He pulled a shoe box from a top shelf and removed a leather cock sheath and several narrow strips of leather binding. He took them back to the shower.

Daniel watched the other boy walk in, and he immediately identified the implement. It was a favorite toy of Matt's, and it always seemed to drive the boy wild with desire.

(Of course, what it meant was that Matt planned to fuck him first. That was fine with Daniel, because it meant that he would be practically frantic by the time Matt eventually removed the sheath, and the resulting explosion of his own orgasm would be all the more devastating due to his extended sexual frustration.)

Matt walked over to Daniel and slid the sheath over Daniel's rigid cock. The sheath fit the boy's member perfectly, and Daniel twitched involuntarily as the rough material slid along his engorged shaft. The sheath had a strap attached to its bottom, and Matt wrapped it around Daniel's balls, drawing them tightly. A leather strip went through a loop on the sheath's upper length, and Matt tied it tightly around Daniel's torso, so that Daniel's cock was bound securely to his trim stomach, and his balls were bound together and elevated.

With Daniel standing on tiptoe, his cock was on a level with Matt's, and Matt stepped forward and pulled the boy close. He sought his prisoner's lips, and as they pressed close together, Matt's erect cock rubbed against the leather cock restraint.

Matt kissed the boy long and vigorously, his hot lips pressing tightly, and then he moved to one of Daniel's armpits, nibbling on the soft flesh and tangled blonde hairs there. This never failed to excite the smaller boy, and soon Daniel was moaning and wriggling in his bonds. Matt took one hand and rubbed up and down Daniel's back, his fingers sliding past the knobs of Daniel's spine. He left Daniel's armpit moist and moved to the boy's other armpit.

Daniel's secret was that he loved to have his armpits caressed by his friend's hot, talented tongue, and each small, playful nibble transported him. He felt a shiver cross his body, and he reveled in the sensations.

Just when Daniel felt that he couldn't take any more, Matt moved his tongue to Daniel's belly button, thrusting its tip into the narrow hole. Matt's senses filled with the leathery odor of the cock restraint and the ever-present scent of his friend's sex. A kinky thought struck him, and he leaned his head and bit the sheath, causing the slender boy to gasp.

Daniel was right, Matt thought. Having the boy suspended, with his every bodily part accessible and vulnerable, was an immense turn-on, and Matt felt that he should explore every inch of that available body.

He slid his mouth down the sheath to Daniel's captive testicles, and he opened his mouth wide and drew them in. He sucked on the cool orbs gently, but noisily, moving them around in their sac with his tongue, and kneading the boy's flesh with his lips. For several minutes he played with them, his cheeks bulging, and the boy's balls left an impression on the inside of Matt's cheeks, one that he could still feel when he released Daniel's balls and slid his hands down the outside of Daniel's slender legs.

Matt moved behind the suspended figure and sat down on his knees, at a right angle to his captive. Matt's engorged cock thrust upward and his own balls hung almost to the colored tiles. He took both of his hands and wrapped them around one of Daniel's ankles. He pulled back and up, bending the boy's leg at the knee, and moved one hand so that Daniel's bare foot was cradled in his hands before his face. He lowered his mouth to the sole of Daniel's foot, and he licked the tender, sensitive flesh there.

Daniel was still floating along, his scrotum inflamed and his belly afire, when his friend suddenly pulled his leg out from under him. He was left balancing stork-like on one toe, pendular and unsteady, and he was unprepared for the warm, moist presence of Matt's tongue on his bare sole. His senses were aflame, and his heightened awareness amplified the sensations that the other boy imparted to his flesh.

Daniel's cock throbbed and hardened, straining in its forced captivity, and a part of Daniel's mind remembered his experience of the night before with the slender girl in this very shower. He had been amazed to see an orgasm ripple through the girl's body as he licked, nipped, and squeezed her tits. From the way he felt now, he COULD achieve such an orgasm, even though his sexual member was trapped and unreachable.

Matt released Daniel's foot and grabbed his other ankle. Daniel's form swayed for a moment, until his wet toes found purchase on the tiles. When Matt began to lick and nibble on his other foot, Daniel put his head back and simply reveled in the sensations.

Matt had one hand wrapped around Daniel's slender ankle, and his other hand he wrapped around Daniel's toes, holding the boy's foot rigidly as he bent to his task. He nibbled with his teeth at the hard flesh on the ball of Daniel's foot, and he nibbled with his lips at the softer flesh high in the boy's arch. His ministra- tions caused the boy to moan. Matt drew the tip of his tongue slowly and wetly down the exposed center of Daniel's foot, from his heel to his toes, and Daniel swayed. Matt uncovered Daniel's toes and sucked on them.

Daniel's cock threatened to rip apart the leather restraint, and the upper tip of the sheath was becoming moist from Daniel's bodily lubrication. His balls, too, were moist, glistening wet partially from Matt's saliva, and partially from the sweat that dripped down from inside the sheath. He felt a peculiar combina- tion of discomfort and pleasure, and he softly gave voice to his feelings.

Matt released Daniel's foot when the boy cried out. Daniel was swaying on the ropes, unable to gain footing with his wet toes on the slick shower tiles. Matt steadied Daniel's ankles long enough for him to regain his tenuous stance, and then Matt came to his own feet. He walked back around to Daniel's front, and wrapped his arms around the boy, for a moment holding the boy's slender form clasped closely.

Matt's cock pressed against the other boy's cock restraint, and his sexual urgency came into sharp focus. His right leg was wet from his own pre-cum, and his breath came rasping, quick.

Daniel opened his eyes and looked at his friend. Matt's face was reddened from excitement, his engorged cock throbbed palpably against Daniel's belly, and Daniel could feel Matt's nipples pressed against his chest, standing up like little buttons. Matt's urgency was obvious to Daniel, so he leaned his head forward and whispered into Matt's ear.

"Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me now!"

The other boy needed no further encouragement. He gave the bound boy a hot, grateful look, and his hands groped for Daniel's legs. Daniel pulled himself upward with his bound arms and wrapped his slender legs around Matt, looping his ankles behind the bigger boy's muscular butt.

Matt placed one hand on Daniel's thigh to support and stabilize the boy, and then he reached into the circle of Daniel's legs to his own cock. The throbbing, extended organ was slick with pre-cum, and Matt ran his fingers around the head, spreading the natural lubricant there.

He moved his hand from his cock to Daniel's other thigh, and he hitched the boy's legs higher, so that Daniel's ankles were in the small of his back. This bent Daniel's lower body forward and brought the boy's hungry asshole into alignment with its hot opposite. Matt returned his hand to his cock, and took its tip in his fingers. He pressed it against the slender boy's sphincter muscle, pushing impatiently until his hardness overcame Daniel's resistance, and he slid inside.

Daniel felt the massive cock enter his bowels, and he felt the familiar sensation of fullness as Matt's shaft came fully inside him. Acting instinctively, he scissored his knees inward, locking himself to Matt's middle torso, leaving the other boy's hips free to thrust and plunge.

Matt took a half-step rearward, dragging Daniel's lower body with him, so that the boy's arms reached up to the ceiling and his back was curved so that his ass pressed tightly to Matt's groin.

Matt's cock was enveloped in warmth, and he unconsciously pulled back until the inside edge of his corona just contacted the boy's sphincter. Then he pressed his shaft forward, slowly, up to its base. He pulled rearward once more, unconsciously judging the limits of his movements, and he began to thrust, slowly at first, and then vigorously.

Daniel felt the living mass moving within him, and Matt's large, veined cock plumbed him to his very depths. Daniel's prostate gland became excited from the sensations and it echoed a message to the boy's own bound cock, which throbbed within its leathery restraint. If Daniel had a free hand, he would definitely have been stroking his eager member, but, bound as he was, he could only ride with the situation, giving voice to his pleasure and excitement.

Daniel's cries acted as an effective stimulus for Matt, and he became frenzied in his movements. His hips moved strongly and smoothly in a rhythmic manner while his eyes became half-lidded and his breathing became hurried. His hands had slipped around to the meaty parts of Daniel's buttocks, and his fingers left pressure marks on the boy's ass cheeks.

Having given himself entirely to instinctive movements, Matt was hardly aware of his mounting urgency. A warmth was forming in his belly, and his nerves tingled. At each thrust, his hairy, muscular buttocks would cinch and his back would arch. At each reversal, his breath would explode hotly, and he would thrust again. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Daniel's ass, and he leaned his head back and gave voice to his own feelings.

Daniel could not help but pick up the rhythm. He dug his ankles into Matt's ass when the boy plunged far forward, and clamped his knees to Matt's side when the boy made the long slide rearward. Daniel tightened his asshole, milking Matt's large cock. He could feel his captive balls slapping against Matt's corded belly, and he could feel the breeze beneath his ass when Matt's hairy balls swung past. Daniel's cock was pressed tightly against his belly and the leather restraint was wet against his navel.

Matt thrust again and again, but smoothly slowing. Some part of him felt the nearness of the coming explosion, and he slowed, willing the moment to sustain itself. His body shuddered with the effort, and his efforts were soon rewarded. A racking contraction passed across his gut, clinching his ass, and constricting his scrotum. His nervous system tingled along its pathways. Another contraction hit him, and he exploded into ecstacy. He screamed out his victory and his joy, and his very soul was immersed in the delirium of great sexual release.

A hot mass of cum shot from Matt's tip, buried deep within Daniel's bowel. The bound boy could feel the hot liquid mass as it pushed past his sphincter, and his guts filled with its warmth.

Again, Matt's nerves fired, his pelvis plunged forward, and his cock throbbed milky cum. His senses were aflame, nerves all firing simultaneously, and his vision was a velvety white fog. He rode the sensations as a surfer would ride a big wave, and his breath came erratically and quickly.

For a third and final time, Matt's musculature shuddered hugely, his nerves fired, and his cock rocketed forward in response. His testicles rendered their load in one last torrent, and hot sensation enveloped the boy.

Then he stood still, his member deep within his partner, his muscles and nerves dancing nervously. His breath was ragged and unsteady, and he leaned bonelessly against his captive friend.

For a time, the slender boy tied to the pipe supported them both, his knees pressed tightly against his lover, his arms and hands achingly restrained.

Matt came slowly back to the world. The sensations and the pleasure that had dominated him turned back into its self and slowly faded. He was left with just the tingling afterglow and he opened his eyes. The strength returned to his body and his back straightened.

The power of his just-spent orgasm amazed him, and he regarded his friend with something akin to awe. The slender boy bound before him provided him with so much pleasure, and so often, that Matt thought that he would need the rest of his life just to repay him. His arms went out to the captive, and he held the slender boy tightly.

After a time, Matt's breathing slowed, and he took his hands and placed them on Daniel's thighs. Responding to the unspoken signal, Daniel relaxed his leg muscles and allowed the other boy to dismount.

Even with Matt's cock passive, it was a long, tense slide out and Daniel breathed easier when the massive head pulled wetly past his muscular ring. Only then did he become aware of the condition of his own member. His cock throbbed painfully in the constraining sheath, and he groaned.

His legs fell to the floor and he swayed for a brief moment, until his toes glanced against the top of Matt's toes. He pressed his toes to the top of Matt's bony knuckles and pushed downward, elevating himself and taking part of the pressure off his bound hands and arms. "Ohhhh!" Daniel cried in relief.

Matt smiled at the boy, his eyes alive with humor and appreciation, and he clasped the boy close. As their chests and bellies met, Matt became aware of the wetness on his belly from Daniel's now saturated sheath. Immediately he knew that the boy had suffered throughout his own pleasure, and he resolved to pay the slender boy back in kind.

He released the boy and stepped back, gently pulling his feet out from under Daniel's toes. "Thanks, buddy!" he said. "Now I'm gonna cut you down and work on your cock some!"

"Cool!" said Daniel, hungrily. "I'm ready!" He looked up as Matt untied the rope above his head. Matt slowly slid the rope upward, and Daniel's full weight returned and he stood flat footed on the shower tiles. His arms fell to his front, and his bound wrists rested on the wet cock sheath.

Matt pulled the rest of the rope over the pipe, and then he looked at his friend. Daniel stood eagerly, the anticipation clear on his face. Matt decided contrarily to preserve the erotic tension, and he pulled on the rope that restrained the smaller boy's wrists and said, in a rough voice, "C'mon."

Daniel yanked back on the rope. "Hey!" he cried. "What's this shit? Isn't it my turn yet?" His body shook with emotion, his face colored.

Matt placidly planted his feet and set his back. He began to pull on the rope, reeling the boy toward him. "Your turn," he said, "is when my turn's over. And I've decided to extend my turn, because I want to be in complete control of you until you come! Okay?"

Daniel fought back as he was pulled forward by his wrists, but his resentment was mostly spent, and his emphatic sexual need reasserted itself. He would go along with the bigger boy for now, he thought, but later he would get even. The important thing was that he was burning, tense and anxious, and he needed his friend's willing cooperation to find relief. Only then would he worry about being released from his restraints and getting even.

Matt observed the battling emotions on his friend's face, and he felt relief himself when he saw Daniel gave in to greater prac- ticality.

"Shit, Matt! This ain't fair!" Daniel said. His words sounded harsh, but the boy came along willingly enough.

Matt grinned and clasped an arm around Daniel's shoulders. "Don't sweat, buddy. I'll take care of you. Let's just move this act onto the bed." In his mind's eye, he was seeing Daniel in further bondage, but he wondered if the other boy would cooperate.

Daniel, as if reading the other boy's mind, looked at his friend. "Hey, Matt. Are you gonna untie me?"

Matt smiled at the slender boy. "In due time. But first I wanna give your cock everything I gave the rest of your body!" He reached over with his other hand and clasped the leather sheath.

"Ohhhh," Daniel groaned. "I dunno if I can take much more!"

Matt squeezed Daniel's shoulders. "Hush, buddy. Trust me."

Daniel shook his head glumly, but a hint of a smile worked at the corners of his mouth. "Trustin' you, lover, is killin' me," he said.

Matt laughed out loud. "Jus' hang on a little longer." The boys had reached the bed. Matt removed his arm from Daniel's shoulder, and he untied the leather strap around Daniel's mid- section. He moved around to Daniel's front.

The sodden cock restraint fell to a jutting position, throbbing in time with the boy's heartbeat. Matt put his hands on Daniel's shoulders and backed the boy into a position near the center of the bed.

"Just lay down on your back, Dan, and I'll have that cock cover off in a minute."

Daniel sat on the bed and then reclined onto his back. Instead of going directly to Daniel, Matt, however, stepped to the nightstand and opened it. Daniel could scarcely believe that his friend was withdrawing more items of restraint, but even in his advanced state of erotic need, his curiosity was ignited. Daniel simply loved to be in bondage, and his muscular lover was ingenious in dreaming up new bondage techniques. Daniel hoped that Matt would not take the time to tie him spreadeagled to the bed.

Such complexity, however, was not Matt's intention. He returned to the slender boy carrying two coils of rope. "I'm gonna tie you to the bed, and then I'm gonna take off the cock cover. Okay?"

"Yeah, but let's get it over with." Daniel wriggled his hips to emphasize his point.

"Alrighty," Matt said agreeably, "put your feet together." Daniel complied, and Matt quickly bound his ankles together, knotting the soft ropes tightly. Matt tied another rope to the rope between the boy's ankles, and he tossed that rope under the old bed.

Daniel began to get an idea of what was coming, and his excitement did not abate. Matt walked around the bed to Daniel's head. He reached under the bed and withdrew the rope. "Gimme your hands," he said.

Daniel held his hands up in the air in front of his face, and Matt looped the rope through the restraints on his wrist. He pulled Daniel's arms up over Daniel's head, and he pulled the part of the rope that passed under the bed taut. He fed the excess through the boy's hand restraints, and then he leaned back, pulling on the rope. This motion tightened up the rope at Daniel's wrists and ankles, and Daniel was pulled tightly down onto the bed. Matt knotted the rope at Daniel's wrists and stepped back to admire his handiwork.

The boy was laying across the bed sideways, with his ankles pressed against the lower bed rail and his toes just above the floor, and his hands were bound over his head. Again, the slender boy's body was stretched out, and his belly button was elongated. Matt noted this last with surprise, because he had never considered himself a belly-button man. Daniel, he knew, WAS, though, and some part of the other boy's fascination with the tiny reminder of procreation must be rubbing off on him. Matt was bemused.

Daniel brought him out of his reverie. "I know what they mean when they say 'fit to be tied' now! Are you gonna jus' stand there?" The tip of the boy's restrained cock wavered angrily in its captivity when Daniel spoke.

Matt chuckled at the boy's tender plight. "Hold up, buddy," he said. "I'm with ya!"

"Yeah," Daniel grumbled, "none too soon!"

Matt crawled onto the bed and lay on his side with his head near Daniel's crotch. The smell of the cock sheath, old cowhide and cum, was overpowering, and Matt could feel his own cock tightening.

He undid the strap that held Daniel's balls, letting them fall free. Rather than remove the sheath, though, he bent his head to the boy's scrotum.

"Hey!" Daniel complained. "Will you QUIT FUCKING AROUND?" He lifted his head and glared at the bigger boy.

"Now, now, patience, Dan! I'm trying to complete a master- piece down here." Matt then grinned wickedly. He warned, "Don't make me hafta GAG you!"

"You wouldn't, you son of a bitch!" Daniel cried indignantly.

"Wanta dare me?" Matt quickly responded.

"You wouldn't FUCKIN' DARE, you asshole," Daniel said.

"Ooooh! I wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh? Well, you're in for it now, buddy." He started to climb off the bed. Matt's cock was again rigid by this time, and he was enjoying himself immensely.

Daniel, too, in some perverse way was enjoying himself. He well knew when he baited his friend that the probable result would be a gag in his mouth, but he could no more avoid making the dare than he could fly.

Matt reappeared with a long bath towel, which he tore into strips in front of the bound boy. "Wouldn't fuckin' dare, huh?" he said. "What do you think of this?"

"I didn't think you had it in you, you shithead." Daniel played his part with high drama.

"Ooooh," Matt said. "Such profanity! I can't expose my tender ears to such foul language!" He held the strips up in front of Daniel's eyes. "Are you gonna shut up right now, or do you wanna get this gag?"

"FUCK YOU!" Daniel cried.

"Okay," Matt said. "If that's how you wanna play it." He climbed back onto the bed and he straddled the boy's bound arms with his knees.

"One last chance?" Matt said.

"EAT ME!" Daniel said.

"I intend to!" Matt said, smiling. He pressed a strip of the soft cloth down along the boy's lips, and Daniel opened his mouth, allowing the material to slide between his teeth. Matt looped the strip under Daniel's head and pulled th

Chapter 7

Taylor's Plot

Daniel and Matt were laying naked in bed, having just completed a rousing round of sex that had left them panting and perspiring. They were on their backs, and Daniel had his head resting on Matt's shoulder and muscular bicep. Daniel's long blonde hair on Matt's shoulder contrasted sharply with Matt's tanned skin.

"Uhmmm, Matt?" Daniel said.

"Un-huh?" Matt reached his hand over Daniel's shoulder, bringing his fingers to rest at Daniel's left nipple. Idly, he massaged the little button with his fingertips.

"I been talking to Taylor again." Daniel ran his hand along Matt's side, his fingers seeking the relative softness of Matt's muscular buttocks.

"Too much of that could be dangerous, boyo." Matt no longer felt uncomfortable when his friend talked of their shapely down- stairs neighbor, because he had decided that he could accept, if not understand, his bisexual friend's interest.

"She thinks you're sexy." Daniel kneaded Matt's flesh with his fingers and palm.

"Huh! I AM sexy!" Matt laughed. "But you're all the lover either she or I need."

"Didn't you get off on watchin' us, that first time?" Daniel asked.

"Hmmmm." Matt thought for a moment. "I guess I got off seein' you get off." He plucked at the slender boy's nipple. "But that doesn't mean I'd get off with her. First, I gotta WANT to be with someone."

"Well, you seemed pretty interested in her suckin' you, that time," Daniel said.

"That was just friction," Matt said. "Besides, I was lookin' at you all the time, and the sight of your naked body always makes me horny."

"I'll be sorry the day I don't make you horny!" Daniel chuckled. "I didn't tell you about Taylor's fantasy."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. She wants to be fucked in her cunt and her ass at the same time. I keep thinkin' about that."

"Hmmmm," Matt said, noncommittally.

"I'd have to be one to take her ass, because your cock's so big, it'd break her asshole."

"Hmmmm," Matt said again. "Why don't I fuck your ass and you can let Taylor fuck your dick?"

"Well," said Daniel, "I kinda envisioned that as phase two."

Matt chuckled again. "Been givin' this lots of thought, huh?"

"Yeah..."

The boys lapsed into silence for a time. At length, Daniel spoke. "Would you do it, Matt, for me?"

The silence intensified. Daniel turned on his side so he could look Matt in the face. Matt's brows were knotted, and his eyes seemed unfocused.

"Matt?" he prompted.

"Ah, hell, Daniel!" Matt looked at the slender boy and shook his head. "You sure want a lot from me!"

Daniel reached out and touched his fingers to Matt's cock shaft. "And I give a lot, don't I?"

Matt's frown deepened into consternation when his cock began to respond to Daniel's attentions. "This is blackmail!" Matt said.

"Yeah," said Daniel, leaning over his friend's hips, guiding Matt's large cock toward his mouth. "But you'll do it, right?"

"Shit!" said Matt. "Here we go again."

And, to Daniel, that implied tacit consent. He wrapped his lips around Matt's large head. A remaining taste of cum was in the slit, and Daniel dipped the tip of his tongue into the opening.

Sweet blackmail.

The phone was answered on the second ring.

"Hey, Taylor"

"Oh, hi Danny, whatchu doin'" said Taylor, in her smokey southern-girl voice.

"Oh, nuthin' much," Daniel responded. "Jus' sittin' here, waiting for Matt to get home."

"I'm not up to much each, Danny." Taylor fulfilled her part of the traditional Georgia telephone greeting, but she sounded puzzled.

"You still all hot for gettin' my boyfriend in bed?" asked Daniel.

"You better believe it!" Taylor said, her interest quickening.

"Well, I talked with him about it last night."

"Oh," said Taylor, "and what did he allow?"

"I told him about your fantasy, you know, two cocks? And he said that he'd do it as a favor to me. I told him that he'd have to take your front, because he was too big for your ass."

Taylor laughed. "Good thinkin', Danny, he stretched my mouth last time!"

"I know what you mean, Taylor!" said Daniel. "He stretches me, even now."

"When we gettin' together?" Taylor inquired.

"Come on up tonight, Taylor."

"Uh, Danny?"

"Yeah?"

"He's really not like you, is he? I mean, uh, what if he can't get hard with me?"

"Don't worry about that, Taylor," Daniel said. "I'll be hard enough, jus' lookin' at you, and me bein' hard never fails to get Matt hard!"

"I think he was getting hard tying me up on your birthday." Taylor said, "But, uh, does it take ropes to get him hard?"

Daniel was quiet for a moment. "Not for us, Taylor, it's just a game. But I might have an idea about that, too."

"Huh?"

"All ya gotta do is tie me up with Matt around. You know it's what I like, and Matt thinks it's sexy as shit. Uh, that's not what I meant to say. I'm sorry, Taylor."

The girl's husky voice laughed. "Don't ever apologize about language to me, Danny. Besides, how you gonna take part if you're all tied up?"

"Jus' tie me up for the start, Taylor. You and Matt can get your fuckin' done, and then you can untie me. But be sure I can watch you two!"

"Why, hell yes, Danny!" Taylor said. "Having you watch is gonna be half the turnon!"

"And havein' me in on its gonna be the rest, right, Taylor?"

"Of course!" said the slender girl. "When's Matt goin' to be home?"

"In about thirty minutes. That enough time?"

"I'm coming right up."

Matt opened the door and walked in. He turned and set his book bag down by the door. The day was hot, and he could hardly wait to get out of his sweaty clothes. He pushed his sneakers off with his toes, and stood on one foot at a time to remove his socks. Still facing the door, he crossed his arms and grasped the lower edges of his tee shirt. In one smooth, coordinated motion, he pulled the garment up and over his head, exposing his muscular, hairy chest and belly. Only then did Matt turn back toward the large main room of the loft apartment.

His eyes widened when he saw the room's other occupant. His lover and friend, Daniel, was on the apartment's large, old bed, nude, with his hands tied to the bedposts. Daniel was slumped against the wooden footboard, and he was gagged.

The slender boy turned his head when Matt looked his way. "Mmmmphle," the boy said, into his gag.

Matt glanced around the room and saw nothing amiss, and then started walking over to his friend. His eyes took in his friend's bound form. Daniel's arms were extended to each side with his wrists knotted to the high bedposts. The boy was reclined against the head board. He was also roped tightly at his ankles. Daniel's cock was half-erect.

Matt crossed the room to the securely bound boy, feeling his own cock stir in his jeans. "What happened to you?" he said. "I know you didn't do this to yourself!" He reached for the gag in his friend's mouth, and removed it.

"Taylor," Daniel said simply, a smile on his handsome face.

Matt grinned ruefully. "I shoulda known! Where is she?"

"In the bathroom, waitin' for you to get here!" Daniel turned his head toward the apartment's restroom. "Taylor! Come on out here, girl!"

Matt turned and looked toward the bathroom. The slender girl appeared in the doorway, wearing just a cowboy hat and a pair of cowboy boots. She grinned at the taller boy and her eyes twinkled as she clumped her way across the loft.

Daniel twisted his head around to watch the girl's entrance. When Taylor had left him tied to the bed posts, she had been wearing a tee shirt, jeans, and the boots. He took in the cowboy hat, the way her small, tidy breasts bobbed when she walked, and the girl's curly tangle of pubic hair. His cock stiffened.

Matt watched the shapely girl walk across the floor toward him, and he smiled at the sight of her. The boots were several times too large for her, and her slender legs were lost inside of them. Taylor had wrapped her hair up under the hat, and her pretty face looked almost boyish.

Taylor's eyes were on Matt's chest and face. She liked the way his nipples stood out on his massive pectorals, and the way his stomach muscles corded about his front. She admired his masculine figure, and the excellent tan he wore.

Matt glanced over at his friend. Daniel's interest in the woman was highly obvious, and Matt chuckled. He turned to face the girl.

"Well, Taylor," he said, "it looks like you're a cowgirl tonight. I, uh, see that you done lassoed my partner."

Taylor came to a stop in front of Matt, her fists pressed against the feminine flair of her hips. "That's right, Matt, and 'tweren't no trouble a'tall," she said, in an exaggerated western twang. "And if YOU give me any trouble, I'll lasso you, too!"

Matt grinned broadly. "Why, that might be fun, Taylor."

"Careful what you wish for there, pardner," said the naked girl, in her smokey voice. "You just might get branded!"

"Ohhh," said Matt, shivering, "I wouldn't want that!"

"Then you just better mind your manners!" Taylor turned and clumped toward the bed. "Now Matt, you come over here and help me with these here boots."

"Yes'm," said Matt, and he followed the girl.

Taylor sat on the edge of the bed. Daniel watched with interest. Matt came to stand in front of the girl.

"Now, turn around, Matt, and pull these boots off me."

Obediently, Matt turned his back to the girl, and Taylor nudged her booted foot up between his legs. She pressed her other boot against his ass.

"Now pull!"

Matt grasped the leather boot and tugged. It slid easily free. He had a glimpse of Taylor's red-painted toenails, and then the girl was presenting her other foot. At her command, and with her foot pressing against his ass cheek, he pulled it off.

Matt set the boots down by the bed, and turned again to face the girl. Taylor was leaning back on her elbows, with her arms just inches away from the bound legs of the captive Daniel.

"Wouldn't you like to slip out of those things?" she asked, looking up at the tall boy.

"I reckon so, ma'am," Matt said.

"Then I'll help you," Taylor said, and she lithely rose from the bed. She stopped for a moment and looked back toward Daniel. "I don't reckon I'll be needing this, pardner," she said, taking the hat from her head and placing it on the head of the captive boy. "You watch it for me, you hear?"

Taylor stood in front of Matt, her head level with his chest. "Ah, God," she said, "you're a big un, cowboy!" Her hands went to his crotch, rubbing his cock through the denim jeans he wore.

Matt looked down at the smaller woman. He could feel his cock begin to respond to the girl's caresses. He looked at his bound friend on the bed, and Daniel winked at him under the brim of the hat.

Taylor unbuckled Matt's belt and unsnapped his jeans. She slid the zipper down and pushed the garment out of the way. Matt wore cotton briefs, and Taylor could see the outline of his cock and balls through the fabric. She grasped the briefs at his waist line and pulled them off his slim hips.

Matt's cock, freed, spiraled lazily forward.

Taylor, as before, was immensely impressed by Matt's big cock. It seemed huge and perfect to the girl. She looked at the network of large veins that supported the organ, and she wanted to take it into her mouth. Already, she was imagining the big organ filling her lower tunnel, and thinking about it made her moist.

She sank to her knees, forgetting all about her cowgirl persona. Matt watched as Taylor guided his semi-erect cock into her mouth, and Taylor began to suck and nibble on his head. The girl's efforts had a quick effect on the boy's tool, and it soon began to swell. Within minutes it was erect, pointing outward toward the face of the slender girl.

She worked the end of Matt's cock. The size of his head nearly filled her entire mouth, and Taylor could feel his large veins pulsate against her lips. She concentrated her actions at the lower base of his corona, exciting the densely packed nerve clusters there. She soon had Matt breathing heavily.

Taylor deliberately limited her motions to the end of Matt's cock. She was determined to have the boy come inside of her, and she did not want to squander a single drop of his cum until his hard, throbbing shaft was within her moist folds.

Taylor felt a slickness of cool precum in her mouth, and she knew that the boy was nearing the point of ejaculation, even with her limiting his oral stimulation. She immediately released his cock and withdrew her head from his crotch. Matt's erect member, deprived of the girl's tender mouth, wavered angrily, thrusting forward from Matt's groin like a prong.

"You're too much for me there, Matt," the girl said. "Why don't you kick off those pants and come on over to the bed with me?"

Matt felt a little bit disoriented. He had been experiencing a steady progression that would lead to his exploding, and he seemed somewhat dazed by the interruption. Numbly, he nodded at the slender woman, and he shrugged out of his jeans and shorts, leaving them pooled on the floor.

Taylor had crawled onto the bed, and she rested on one elbow, waiting for the tall boy to join her. Daniel obligingly moved his bound ankles to one side, making room on the bed for his two friends.

Daniel had watched the shapely girl as she gave Matt the blow- job, and his own cock was throbbingly erect. A drop of clear juice glistened at his piss-hole.

Matt joined the girl and the captive on the bed. As he climbed aboard, he glanced at the bound boy. He saw how Daniel had his bound legs drawn up beside himself with his arms outstretched. The position caused his torso to flex alluringly, and Matt thought that Daniel looked his sexiest.

He turned his attention to the woman. Taylor pressed her hands against Matt's hairy chest, pushing him down with his back against the sheets. "For now," she said, "you just lay there. Let me do all the work."

This seemed like a good enough plan to Matt, so he allowed the slender girl to push him down. "Okay, Taylor," he said, "I'm yours to do anything you want with me."

Taylor climbed up so that her legs straddled Matt's lower chest. She grabbed Matt's wrists and pushed his arms out and onto the bed sheet. For a moment, she remained there, her weight on his torso and her hands holding his arms outward. She looked down at her captured male, her lips only inches from his. She leaned down and brushed her lips against Matt's, and then she pressed more tightly against him in a deep kiss.

Matt, with his muscular body pinned beneath the lighter weight woman, his thoughts enigmatic, responded to the woman's touch. He pressed his own lips tightly against hers, and the two met in a passionate, wet kiss.

After some time, Taylor pulled away from his lips. She released Matt's wrists, but she patted his forearms firmly, indicating that the boy should allow his arms to remain there. She straightened slightly, and then she kissed the boy again, but briefly. She shinnied down his torso so that her moist sex rested against his throbbing cock, and she bent forward to nip lightly at Matt's nipples.

Then Taylor remembered the bound boy. As much as she wanted to feel Matt's large member buried deeply within her cunt, she decided that she also wanted her smaller male friend to partici- pate. "I'm gonna untie Danny now," she told Matt. "You just lay there exactly as you are, cause I'll be right back."

She climbed off Matt's body and pivoted on her knees over to Daniel. The captive Daniel grinned at her, his eyes twinkling under the broad brim of the western hat.

Matt watched her progress, thinking that she and his friend made a likely-looking couple, both of them slender and graceful, and of a size. Briefly he considered the thought that he might lose his friend to the slender woman, but then the thought occurred to him that he had to acknowledge the difference between love and possessiveness, and he had to trust his own feelings toward the boy, and trust also that they were reciprocated. Of this, Matt was confident, and he let the thought slip away as he simply enjoyed watching his two slender friends.

Taylor had released one of Daniel's wrists, and she began unknotting the rope around his ankles while Daniel untied the rope at his other wrist. They both finished at the same time, and Daniel's hands caught the slender girl's hips. Taylor brushed the cowboy hat from Daniel's head. Daniel leaned forward, and the two exchanged a kiss, while Matt watched lazily.

"Thanks, Taylor!" Daniel said. "I'm ready to be a part of what you guys are doin.'"

"Wouldn't have it any other way. Wanna give me a hand with your big buddy there?" She aimed a thumb over her shoulder, in the general direction of the muscular boy, and then she turned to look at him.

Matt had been left alone only for a moment, but he had disobediently rolled onto his side. He had one fisted hand supporting his head, and his other hand massaging his erect cock. Matt's encircled member throbbed with his breathing and heartbeat, and a thread of transparent fluid shimmered from his piss-slit.

Taylor glared at Matt in mock severeness, and Matt grinned ruefully, which caused Daniel to chuckle at the pair.

"Well, folks," said Matt, "what did you expect? Don't I get to watch?"

"Oh," said Taylor, "you get to do a lot more than just watch. And seeing you on your side like that gives me an idea." She looked at Daniel conspiratorially. "We could make an oreo cookie!"

"Yeah!" said Daniel. "And you could be the icing in the middle!"

"Un-huh," said Taylor, nodding cutely. "I'm already creaming."

"Ohhhh," Matt groaned at Taylor's comment, but Daniel laughed.

Taylor laid down beside Matt, stretching her lean, shapely body sinuously, like a cat. She placed her right hand under her head, and her left hand went to Matt's fist, stilling his self- massage.

"Wouldn't you rather let me wrap myself around that, Matt?" Taylor asked, smiling at the muscular boy.

Matt grinned. "Well," he said, "you got me this far."

"And I can take you ALL the way. Just watch this." Taylor wiggled closer to Matt, and she hitched a leg over his. Her head was even with the taller boy's chin, and she burrowed her hand deep between them. She grasped Matt's swollen member and guided it upward between her thighs. The head of his shaft was slick with Matt's juice, and she handled it carefully, snuggling it up into her own juicy warmth.

Daniel watched the pair, eager for an opportunity to jump in. Taylor's ass was like a beacon to him, its creamy-skinned expanse filling his vision. His cock tingled as he gazed deeply between her cheeks at her puckered, muscular ring. His mind echoed his cock's throbbing desire, and he moved to the girl.

Taylor slipped downward on Matt's shaft, impaling herself on its hardness. She locked her leg over Matt's and used it lever herself down.

Matt felt himself sliding into the warm tunnel, and he looked down at the slender girl. In an instant, he was enveloped in her liquid warmth.

Daniel slipped an arm over Taylor's shapely flair of hip, and moved himself into position at her ass.

Taylor concentrated on her movements as she pulled herself upward. She locked her arms around Matt's neck. Matt responded by thrusting his hips forward. Taylor pivoted on her lower hip and her leg, and she let Matt control their movements.

Daniel was glad that Taylor became still, because he was trying to line his own member up with the girl's asshole. When she became relatively still, he pushed his cock head against her glory hole. He had to push hard to overcome her resistance, and then his cock slid past the muscular ring and deep into the bowels of Taylor.

Taylor felt the pressure at her rear, and then a sudden sensation that took her breath away as Daniel pushed his mass into her. She felt an encompassing fullness between her legs, and the sensation was incredible. In front, she had the reassuring and comforting hardness in her cunt, and, in back, she had the fiery presence of the other boy's hardness.

Slowly at first, and then with increasing strength, Matt began thrusting himself into the girl. Taylor's moist tunnel enclosed his flesh, milking the boy's cock in a soft, gentle manner.

Daniel, too, set up a rhythmic motion, but in the girl's other orifice. This tighter ring clutched at him hotly as he thrust his cock to its base in her steamy gut. Daniel thought that it was a familiar sensation, very like the heat and snugness he always experienced with his male friend. He braced a hand on her hip and swiveled his hips back and forth, plunging deeply into the girl.

Matt began to feel the heat of their contact, and he gave voice to the experience, moaning as he rocked back and forth. His hands clutched at the slender woman's back, pressing the side of her face against his. The two were breathing rapidly, and their perspiration sizzled on their naked flesh where ever they touched.

Daniel concentrated on his own movements, keeping the rhythm going as he plunged into and out of the hot depths. His own voice was given to the effort, and he closed his eyes tightly.

Taylor was receiving a dual stimulation. Her moist cunt ached deliciously, sending waves of cool sensation through her nervous system, while her ass pounded hot sensation against her spine and lower back.

Matt cried out loudly, and his back arched, sending his hard member deep into the girl's folds. He recoiled quickly and thrust again. His eyes, like Daniel's, were closed, and he leaned his head back, so that his hot breath was at the girl's hairline.

Even in the depths of sensation, Taylor sensed that the larger boy was about to come, and she used her strong arms and her leg that she had draped over the boy to pull him close. Her breasts flattened against Matt's chest.

The cool sensation that had formed in her cunt was flooding her senses, overcoming even the fiery heat in her gut. Her body tensed, and she rode the first wave of passion as it washed over her.

Daniel, too, was near coming, and the sudden excited cries of his friend provided the impetus to propel him to his own peak.

Matt's buttocks clinched, his breath exploded, and his cock shot a hot load of cum deep into the girl's moist tunnel. A blast of sensation struck the boy as this happened, and he gasped as his nerves tingled fire.

Matt's powerful thrusts had repeatedly excited that secret part of Taylor that empowered her sexual response, and her cunt shot out emphatic beams of pure sensation that overcame the girl's conscious control and carried her to the depths of ecstacy.

Daniel, too, was acting instinctively. His efforts had carried him to the very brink of passion, and his own nerve- enwrapped member started the chain reaction that took his breath, clutched at his balls, and shot fire into his gut. He heaved in gusty relief and shot a load of his own into the girl.

Matt cinched again, and shot another creamy pulse of milky white cum into the girl.

Daniel shivered in his ecstacy, and his force regathered, exploding once again into the girl.

Taylor was riding the crests of her own orgasm, and she yipped her joy.

Matt felt the relief of great release, and he was left panting. He loosened his hold on the girl, and only then did he become aware of the excited cries of both Taylor and Daniel.

Daniel's ardor was weakening, but his body recoiled and was able to marshal one more ejaculation. His hips thrust forward, tightening his buttocks, and pressing his balls against the smooth flesh of the girl. The last of his hot cum sputtered into the girl's gut, and Daniel suddenly felt that a great pressure was lifted from him. He breathed out in relief, and then he limply relaxed to enjoy the tingling afterglow of his experience.

Matt, too, was experiencing the tingling aftershocks, and his body shivered at the memory of his great passion.

Taylor was still experiencing her coming, as concentric waves of electric sensation wrapped themselves around her. The power of the waves began to lessen, and then to fade. In a short time, the pleasure had fallen back in on itself, and Taylor sank down quietly, panting, to earth, and again found herself pressed between the hot bodies of the two boys.

Their hardness was still within her, and the three of them were still for a time, quiet, each thinking their own thoughts.

Finally Matt stirred, and he gently disengaged himself from the slender woman. Taylor smiled lazily at him, and Matt smiled back.

Daniel rested his face on his shoulder for a short time, until his breathing steadied, and then he realized that he was still inside the woman. He shinnied downward and pulled his member out of the girl. He felt the tightness clutch at his cock head as it passed through the girl's muscular opening, and he marveled at it.

Taylor was finally free, and she fell onto her back, luxuri- ously still after the fire of her passionate response. Daniel and Matt found themselves face to face over the woman, and they searched each other's faces.

Daniel thought that Matt looked like he had enjoyed his experience with the girl, and Daniel could hardly wait to ask Matt to describe what he had felt. Matt thought that Daniel looked satisfied and relieved, and he realized that Daniel could not have predicted how he would respond to the slender girl.

(Matt already knew what he would tell Daniel: it was just friction. But in the back of his mind, he wondered.)

Taylor stirred, and she hooked a hand around each of the boys' necks and pulled them close. "I'm a lucky girl," she said, "to have the attentions of TWO handsome men at the same time. Wanna do it again?"

Matt looked at the girl in disbelief, and Daniel laughed aloud.

And so ends chapter 7 of A Bondage Story.