Palm Springs Weekend

PALM SPRINGS WEEKEND 18650 Words, 59 Pages, 132K BY: Frank Albright copyrite 1989 JUNE 1988 It had been a long, tough month at work; but the deal was finally closed and the contract signed. I needed some R&R, so to celebrate my success, I'd gotten away on an early Friday flight for a long weekend in Palm Springs. It was in the low 90's when I arrived. Just what I needed. I picked up the Lincoln I'd reserved and drove to the Motel. I registered and dumped my bags in the suite I'd booked and then headed for Indian Wells. There was plenty of time to get in 9 holes of golf after which I could just lounge, bareass, by the Motel's pool and work on a tan. I had an early dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant & then dropped by my favorite "ole time" Cathedral City bar on Hwy 111 for a few beers. I hung around till 10 PM & then drifted around the corner to another of the Springs "all male hot spots". I'd been there for about an hour when a tough looking, young hunk came up and introduced himself. He was a Marine in town from 29 Palms looking for some action. I outlined my interests and he said that he'd like to join me for as long as I wanted him. He had to be back at the base by 7 AM Monday; but until then he was all mine. We left after finishing our beers and headed back to the Motel. His name was Paul -- a 4 stripper USMC Gunny. My weekend slave was 26, 6', 195#, sandy brown hair cut in a Marine high & tight, blue eyes, moderate chest hair (just enough to highlight his physique - not cover it), very defined biceps, pecs, abs, thighs and great calves. When we got back to the Motel, I had him strip buck naked in the parking lot. When he was totally naked, I had him fold his clothes, which I took and locked in the trunk of my car. He didn't object to the public stripping (actually at that hour there was no one around to see him). In fact, Paul didn't object to any of the abuse I subjected him to during the remainder of weekend. He was as eager a slave wannabe as I'd ever encountered. I led him into the locked Motel compound and sat down on one of the lounge chairs which circled the pool. Paul stood in front of me at Parade Rest - displaying his muscular, naked body for me. I took advantage of Paul's stance to run my hands up and down his inner thighs. His thick, uncut 7' cock responded immediately by tracing an arc into full erection. I took hold of Paul's hardon and pulled the solid shaft straight down until it was parallel with his massive legs, pointing straight down to the ground. The Marine never changed his stance or gave the slightest expression of discomfort. I was impressed. This slave was going to be fun to work. I told him that, with the exception of a leather cock ring or leather & steel cock cage (which I would alternate throughout the weekend); he would stay naked whenever we were at the Motel. The Motel is very private and has a bareass policy so it wouldn't be any "big deal". I was aware of the stringent restrictions placed on an active duty serviceman where social interaction is concerned and had no intentions of compromising his vulnerability. The impression I wanted Paul to understand was that his body was to be completly open to me at all times when we were at the Motel. Regardless of what other men might see him, the important point was that he was exposed and exhibited for me. Paul understood and said that he was turned on by the prospect of being kept stark naked with his clothes locked in my trunk. The no exit situation stimulated his libido. It was very evident by his rock hard, vein bulging cock. I released my grip on the Marine's boner and let his fat, hard cock slap up against his belly. It bounced up and down for a few seconds comming to rest at a perfect 45 degree angle from his body. This kid was built and obviously sexually in full rut. I leaned back into the lounge chair and told Paul to flex out. He responded immediately by flexing every muscle in his well proportioned physique to maximum extension. He posed for about 20 minuites - not leaving a single muscle undisplayed including his sphincter and penis. When he finished, his body was reflecting the pool lights from the sweat he'd worked up. It was an incredible sight. I told him to dive into the pool and cool off. Paul was in the water immediately swimming around like a dolphin. I went into my suite, stripped and retrieved two towels. When I returned to the pool Paul was floating on his back with his erection pointing straight up like a submarine periscope. I dove in and joined him. We fucked around in the pool for about an hour and then headed for my suite. Paul dried himself off with one of the towels I'd brought out; but he took my towel and threw it into the corner of the bedroom.. He dried me off with his mouth, sucking every drop of pool water off my body and licking me clean with his tongue. He sucked, licked and nibbeled at my cock until it hardened to its full 8 inches of uncut Master meat. When he had me stimulated to the erupting point, I had Paul use his mouth to slip a rubber over my throbbing erection. He had me sheathed in no time flat. I took him in my arms and hugged and deep throated him while carrying him over to the bed. I fucked Marine ass until we both fell alseep in each other's arms. I got up at 4:30 AM and laid out a steel cock ring and leopard spotted thong bikini for Paul. After slipping on a pair of UDT's, I nudged Paul awake and told him to dress in what I'd laid out and then meet me out front in 5 minuites. My military slave was waiting for me in the thong bikini when I rode up on one of the Motel's bicycles. I pulled the front of the bikini down to inspect the cock ring. It was in place and was puching the Marine's cock and balls out front. I told Paul that we were going for a 3 mile run to start the day. I rode the bike beside him setting the pace -- which was fast. He kept up the tempo with his bare feet slapping out an even cadence on the pavement. His cock and balls were jumping up and down too. The thong bikini was made of nylon and didn't provide much support for the Marine's hefty basket now exaggerated by the weighted cock ring.. His pecs were bouncing too with each tit on full high beam.. As each foot hit the road, sweat was splashing off his body.
By the time we'd finished 2 miles, Paul was getting winded. I slowed the pace down to a crawl and let him recoup. He needed a little extra encouragement so I stopped and took a 6 foot leather thong out of my pocket. I attached one end to Paul's cock ring and the other to the seat of my bike. The tension on the leather thong pulled Paul's cock and balls so that they almost came out of the top of his bikini. With the addition of this impromptu leash, he renewed his effort. Paul's dick also responded to the encouragement by growing into a fine early morning hard-on. It didn't take long for his rod to poke its way out the top of the bikini. He was such a virile sight bouncing along behind my bicycle that I added an extra mile for emphasis.
When we arrived back at the Inn, it was almost 6 AM. No one else was up so Paul and I took a long leisurely dip in the hot tub to relax. Interrupted once by Paul getting breakfast in the form of my hard cock rammed down his throat. Before long, the sun was up and warmed the pool area sufficiently to invite some bareassed sunbathing. Stretching out leisurely on a chaise just didn't seem appropriate for Paul. So while he was doing some morning PT exercises, I went to the room and retrieved some leather straps. When Paul saw what I had in my hand, his cock flexed. Actually I'm not sure whether the arousal was due to the sight of the leather straps or the jumping jacks that he was doing which were slamming his hard cock up and down against his belly. Regardless of the cause, by the time I told him to get his ass over to a chaise which I had placed in the hottest area and lay down on his back; Paul's 7 inches was at full, vein bulging attention.
I had him extent his arms over his head, first securing his upper arms between his biceps and pits to the top of the chaise. Next I tied off each wrist pulling his arms across each other and behind the chaise (like a figure X) tying the ends of each leather strap to the back legs of the chaise. With just his arms tied in this manner, Paul found it very difficult to move the rest of his body. I didn't think that was enough of a challenge for such a strapping Marine so I completed his bondage by tying off both of his legs at the ankles to each of the front legs of the chaise.
One of the biggest turn-ons either for myself or another man are TITS. Paul had a great set. They were partially covered with his chest hair so I got a straight edge razor and dry-shaved a small circle around each nipple. I shaved off just enough hair to fully expose his two nips. From a distance the visual effect of the shaving didn't alter the total impression of Paul's hairy chest. In fact it gave it a highlight which was very sexy and attractive. The strapped down Marine's tits were already hard but not hard enough for me.
One of the greatest auto-stimulation products I've discovered in the last 15 years is the standard Cutter's Snake Bite Kit. The two green suction cups that make up the outside of the Kit are great for coaxing blood into a man's tits and getting them really big, not to mention extremely sensitive. After putting some alcohol on Paul's dry-shaved pecs, I wet the two suction cups and squeezed them firmly to attach them to his pecs -covering the targeted tits. This got a groan of contentment and apprehension from Paul. Throughout all of this his raging hardon remained rigid and throbbing. While I was shaving his tits, each time I squeezed or massaged a nipple, Paul's cock would jump in response. This man was HOT. While Paul's tits were being sucked out, I turned my attention to his rigid pulsating penis. It seemed to be reveling in its freedom -- the only muscle on the Marine's body that was still free to stir at will. One thing that years of experience has taught me is that when strong men get turned on, their libidos usually take over from their common sense. The reason I inject this hear is that a large number of men dominating a scene like this would just do whatever they thought was a good idea. After all they had some sweating, writhing hunk secured in a vulnerable situation; why not exploit the situation? It's best to remember that there are 2 men participating in the scene - not just one. If you expect any honest feed back, let alone satisfaction - don't let yourself slip into a singularity of purpose! Bring him along too. You'll find it's a more complete turn on. Especially if you ever want to see him again. I rarely ask questions during a session; but one thing I've learned over time is that hairy men are VERY attached to their hair and I don't mean just physically. Removing a man's hair is an extreme psychological as well as physical act. It ranks right up there with branding. In fact, in a temporary way, a total body shave for a man is a form of submissive branding. It exhibits his submission to all those who see his shaved body -- particularly if they knew him prior to the shaving. In a full time relationship -- as a matter of commitment -- a full body shave is a great gesture. A bonding. In a transient affair; however, where there is no full time commitment, stripping a man of his hair without consent can lead to a really traumatic experience (as well as a bloody nose or worse for the shaver once the shavee is on the loose!) So when I'm presented with a very vulnerable, hot-to-trot, hairy body; before I start swiping off hair with my straight razor; I ask what embarrassment or difficulty it would cause the man if - for the sake of increasing the sensitivity of the session- he would agree to have some portion or all of his body hair shaved off. In this particular touching and sensitive moment, I put the question to Paul. He assured me that he could deal with any embarrassment that a shaving would cause and that I should proceed as I saw fit. He left it to my discretion. What a VERY HOT man this Marine was! That was all of the assurance I needed. I had no intention of stripping off all of Paul's hairy coat -- it was too impressive. I did need some unobstructed access to his crotch though; so Paul was about to lose his pubic hair. The sight of my straight razor in one hand and his cock tightly clinched in my other hand was tormenting Paul almost to the breaking point (or more accurately "climax" point). This time I put some oil in my palm and gently started milking the stretched out Marine. It was getting hotter, both from the sun and from the sexual fire between Paul and me. Paul's taut, naked, strapped down body was wet with sweat again. He was twisting and turning in his bondage as best he could to offset the incredible stimulation I knew he was experiencing by having his erection played with.
Paul was on the edge in no time. I had ordered him not to come without my explicit permission. His groans and deep breaths were now audible moans as he tried to keep himself in check. He was squirming in the best tradition of the Corps. I was about to climax myself when the straight razor in my other hand reminded me that there was some crotch shaving to do. I wiped the mixture of oil and precum up and down Paul's shaft. I dried my hand on a towel and firmly took hold of the head of Paul's cock and began to shave the shaft with the other. I got two strokes on his cock shaft when Paul cried out: "Oh please, Sir! I can't control it any more. Please let me shoot, Sir." I put down the razor and squeezed his cock head as tight as I could with one hand while pulling down hard on his ballsac with the other. I kept the pressure on for a minute or two and the combination of pain from his balls coupled with the restriction of his urethra did the trick. Paul relaxed. I told him that I'd be getting him off very soon; but for now he should take this sexual torment like a Marine. He laughed and excused himself for stopping me from the shaving.
I told him that he'd pay for it later and picked up my razor and returned to shaving the still engorged cock shaft. In no time Paul's cock was shaved and even more sensitive to the touch. I used this to my advantage because his scrotum hung very low and shaving it would be easier if I could coax his nuts into a pre-orgasm position. I started slowly milking him again. It didn't take long until Paul's nut sac started contracting. As it contracted, I'd pull his nuts to the bottom of the sac and shave. This had the dual effect of prolonging Paul's orgasm while helping me to get a very clean shave. The shaving didn't take very long and in no time I was dousing Paul's crotch with alcohol. I enjoyed his wincing against the liquid's sting followed immediately by his reaction to feeling a breeze where he had never felt one before. It was time to turn our mutual attention from stimulating one area of this muscular body to working on another. Throughout all of the cock-centered ordeal, Paul's tits were being sucked up into the suction cups I'd attached to his pecs. By now they were sure to be huge, swollen, sensitive terminals ripe for my purposes. In order to get Paul's attention from his burning, throbbing still fully erect cock back to his tits; I gave both cups a very light squeeze. Paul's mouth dropped, his eyes closed and he gave out a long, deep, tormented moan. He realized at that moment that it was all just beginning; not about to end. When he opened his eyes, I was smiling down at this handsome Marine and said: "Ready or not -- here come your tits, Marine." "Ready, Sir" came the reply. I pulled on the suction cups, pulling them straight out from his chest. Paul's pecs rose in response to the pulling; but the suction cups held their grip. I continued with a firm pulling motion away from his chest until in quick succession both cups popped off almost simultaneously. Paul gave out a short shriek -- not so much from any pain; but from the relief. His tits were incredibly pumped up. They stood out at least an inch (maybe a little more) from his pecs and the shaved area around each one set them off perfectly. I had to step back for a moment to admire it all. He was quite a sight. Paul was looking in amazement at this new area of stimulation. Were they really his tits? His dick gave an involuntary spasm -no doubt in delightful anticipation of what these two new sexual knobs were capable of

• in the hands of a man who knew how to use them. I did!
  I wasted no time in demonstrating the potential of these two sex knobs by gently rolled them between the thumb and forefinger of both hands. Paul put his head back and groaned approval. I increased the pressure on the two highly sensitive and vulnerable nipples until Paul was writhing in agony- not ecstasy. His cock was dripping precum and jumping wildly in response to the stimulus now being applied to tits. I dug my thumb nails into the nipple's pumped-up shafts. Paul cried out finally -- "Please, Sir...Please!" I gradually let up on the pressure.
  Both nipples, still very swollen, were bright red and super-sensitive. I bent over him and started licking at the tortured nips. Then I satarted sucking each one in turn. Finally I nibbeled and chewed on them. Paul's cries were getting louder and his breathing was a series of gasps between the bites. I stopped the torture. I reached for the suction cups and put them back in place with a strong suction. What this did was to pump blood back into deflated cells that had just been tortured for 15 minutes. All the pain receptors that had gone numb were now instantaneously reactivated.
  The effect this had on Paul was immediate. His cock shot straight out from his belly in spasm after spasm. The trussed up Marine shot a steady stream of pure white hot slave cum over his chest and onto his face. His throbbing erection even propelled two volleys right over his head. This boy was drained - or so he thought. I massaged his cock, coaxing the last drips of cum from deep within. After his penis began to relax, I rubbed the cum he'd exploded into his chest hairs and then wiped it off his face and had him lick my hands clean. This restrained leatherneck was in seventh heaven. I reminded him that he had not had my permission to ejaculate. He looked up at me with a soft expression of mixed guilt and ecstasy. I didn't forgive him. "That was your climax, boy; not mine," I told him. "Now lets see what you can do for me." I pulled the tit cups off roughly this time. They had done in less than 5 minutes what it took almost a half hour to accomplish before. Paul's tits were enormous again. Without any words I started kneading them, pinching them & pulling at them. My Marine slave didn't have time to adjust to this new session. Surprises are a great stimulator. I took a leather thong that I hadn't used and tied it tightly around Paul's nuts, then made two slip knots in each end. Leaving Paul to contemplate what was about to happen, I went into the room and retrieved a few extra pieces of equipment that the moment dictated. When I returned, I showed Paul a pair of Japanese tit clamps -- the type that squeeze harder the more you pull down on them. I put them both onto Paul's tits, positioning them at the very end of the nipple heads and then attached the ends of the leather thong tied around his nuts to the bottom of the tit clamps. I adjusted the slip knots so that there was no slack and Paul's nipples were pulled down in the direction of his belly. Any pressure on the thong and the clamps would pull down and squeeze tighter. Paul was sweating heavily now and moaning. He tried moving just once which caused his nuts to reposition with the consequent tug on the thong stretching his huge, sore nipples. A whole chain reaction of pain ensued. This Marine was helpless. He had no way to move without causing himself agony.
  His cock was responding to this new bondage situation as I had hoped. In a very few moments, Paul was rock hard again. I got some oil (this time oil of wintergreen), put it in my palm and started to jack him off; very slowly at first. In that way he could adapt to the motion of his cock being pulled up and down with the consequence that his nuts were being pulled also. As I masturbated the moaning Marine, his tits were being squeezed harder and yanked down on the upstroke and relaxed on the down stroke. I told him not to utter a sound. As I picked up the stroking pace the additional benefit of friction and oil of wintergreen on the mucous membranes of his cockhead started to take effect. I knew that by now, Paul's erect penis was virtually on fire. His nuts were being used like a punching bag and his tits were now in indescribable agony. Here was one of America's finest fighting men, stripped naked, bound-up tight, exposed and being sexually manipulated all for the amusement of another man. It was now very evident -- this warrior was getting off on the whole scene.
  Deep throated grunts and moans were all that punctuated the now hot desert air around the pool. Faster and faster I stroked, bringing him right to the very brink of what would have been an incredible climax for both of us; but I wasn't ready yet to let him have his second release. I stopped the jerk off, untied the thong and gently took off the tit clamps. The blood rushed back into those parts of his nipples that had been squeezed by the clamps. Since I didn't want a similar explosion from Paul's cock as we had experienced earlier, I gently message his tits until they were decompressed.
  I washed off my hands in the pool and dried them with a towel in order to get rid of the oil of Wintergreen. I then started kneading Paul's very sore and tender nipples. When they were both firm again, I reached over for the last tool I had retrieved from the room. Two hand brushes- the kind you use to clean your fingernails.
  I started to slowly run them over each side of his hairless ballsac. His cock was jumping at each touch. That reaction told me I was definitely on the right track. Next I moved them over each side of his rigid cock up to but not touching the head. I kept this up till I saw his ballsac start to contract. Then I dragged both brushes over his cock head, around the rim, over the piss slit and finally up and down the tender helmet. Paul was biting his lip in order not to cry out; but his cock was doing a dance of ecstasy. I took the brushes off his cock and started to work my way up his torso.
  I dragged the brushes across his belly, over his ribs, in and around both of his sweat drenched arm pits and then around the outline of his pecs stopping just below his tormented tits. Paul knew what was coming.
  Very quietly he said: "Sir, I don't think I can hold it back if you use those brushes to work over my tits. I'll try, Sir...I'm sorry, Sir..I've just never been worked like this before". I looked down at this handsome young Marine, being consumed by sex drives that he never knew he had and said: "When the time comes, Paul; and you feel that you can't hold it back another second, I want you to yell HOORAH five times and then you have my permission to let nature take its course." "Yes, Sir!", was Paul's response spoken in clipped, military correct Marine lingo. Without any further words, I slowly moved the brushes around the outside of his tits, just brushing the sides of his nipples. At each contact with the side of a nipple, Paul jerked and twisted. This wasn't pain -- this was a working definition of MALE SEXUAL HEAVEN. After playing around the outside, I took the brushes home; dragging then at first lightly and then with ever increasing roughness over the tips of his nipples. Alternately fast and slow, soft and rough -- I was jerking this Marine off by his tits. I kept it going until the first HOORAH came catapulting out of Paul's mouth.
  Every muscle in his body was straining, flexing, contracting in anticipation of the explosive release that was just seconds away. With the second and third HOORAH, I pinched both nipples as hard as I could and then took both brushes directly to Paul's wet, throbbing cockhead. As the fourth HOORAH came out I worked both brushes over the tender cockhead; ending in unison with both brushes dragging across his piss slit as he screamed the fifth HOORAH and exploded with even more force than his first orgasm. The ejaculation must have lasted a minuite or two because I had just enough time to work my uncut, fully erect and ready cock that had been keeping up with the action. It took only four or five strokes and I exploded too, mixing my vintage cum with the virility of this great young man. It was draining for both of us. I untied Paul and we both fell into the cool, sparkling water of the pool to clean off. He held onto me tightly as I guided our entwined forms around the pool. We kissed and fondled, felt and finally fucked

The HOORAHs had also gotten action from the other guests. Two guys came up to the pool and wanted to know just what was happening. I introduced Paul and myself and then said that Paul had just saved us all from an invasion from the Religious Right. I also expressed the hope that we weren't the cause for anyone rising before they wanted to. At that moment my cock was rising up Paul's ass hole and his dick was responding with it's own fully flexed erection. [You see two men who believe in each other, who can have confidence with each other and who hardly know each other can achieve great mutual fulfillment. The clinical terms and discussions of submission / male to male interaction / homosexuality / male sex.....all miss the actual point. Doing it! The way to answer the personal questions that you have is to actually participate. Don't get hung up in the fringe.] Sorry for the impromptu editorial again - back to our story. Anyway the two guys smiled at our obvious watery intwinment and said not to worry. After I fucked him in the pool, Paul and I just relaxed for an hour or two. When the time came to eat, I laid out a pair of light blue mid-thigh, Lycra/Spandex shorts and shower thongs as Paul's "uniform of the day". With the cock ring on, the Lycra outlined his cock and balls in a very revealing manner. We were going to turn some heads. When Paul was ready, we went out for a late breakfast. At the local Denny's no less. They demanded a shirt so I gave Paul a muscle athletic shirt -- the type with the string shoulders that exposes almost all of your chest. His nipples were still larger than normal and the shirt in conjunction with the shaved area around his tits really set his chest off. There were lots of turned heads and a comment or two; but we got our brunch. Paul was turned on by having me define what he wore (having the basic right to dress yourself taken away is a subtle but very strong statement of domination and Paul submitted eagerly).
When we got back to the Motel it was a well past noon. I wanted to get some sun and enjoy the pool; but I also wanted to enjoy Paul. I asked him if he had any fantasy that he wanted to fulfill and he responded that he had always had a fantasy about being sexually fondled and masturbated by strangers while being restrained in a vulnerable position. That was all I needed to hear. There were five other men staying at the Inn and I'd met all but two on Friday night. Two of them had also met Paul this morning and had apparently liked what they saw. This hot, good looking couple from LA. was very interested in the recap of the activities which Paul and I had shared earlier that morning. One of the men was 5-8 or 5-9, weighing around 170, very firm and trim with a lot of dense black body hair, short black hair on his head and a trimmed black mustache. He was a good looking man with a nice fat cock. His partner was a blond, blue eyed, Germanic hunk - 6-3, about 220. Very cut and muscular, no body hair at all with the exception of a very small and well-trimmed patch of golden pubic hair just above his cock. He sported a very sexy crew cut. The dark haired one had gone out to do some errands leaving the blond muscleman to enjoy the pool alone. The only disappointment came when he stripped off his towel to go into the pool. His nakedness revealed a very short and stubby dick. It looked like a "steroid-baby" to me; which was probably the case because he had told us that he had just been in a big physique contest in Las Vegas. His lover had brought him here to relax. The dark one's name was Leo (the first "gay" Leo I'd ever met). His Hun-god's name was Terry. They were both easy going and didn't seem to mind that Paul and I had played out a very hot sex session earlier that morning where they were now swimming and sunning. Actually, they seemed ready to get down and play dirty themselves.
The other gentleman I had met the night before was in his 50's and was in good shape as far as I could tell from that brief encounter. His name was Harry and he was in from Boston for a weeks' vacation. I hadn't seen him this morning. As for the other two men, all I knew was that they were from the Bay area and staying in the same room. My suite was off to the side in the back of the complex with its own private patio. I told Paul to move one of the chaises into our patio and that I'd set him up in there (so as not to impose his trip on the other guests). I retrieved the leather straps that I had used earlier and retied Paul to the chaise in the same way. I left his feet untied so that he (or another participants in this fantasy) could move his legs where ever was most convenient. I left the other two straps on the patio table. I then retrieved a number of sex toys from our suite and arranged them on a clean, white towel on the patio table: Dildos (including two vibrating ones and one that was inflatable and also vibrated), tit clamps, suction cups, oil, latex gloves, K-Y, leather thongs, cock ring / harness, those fantastic brushes that had earlier masturbated this fiery Marine, rubbers and a small leather strap whip.
Paul was watching carefully as I arranged the implements of his impending sexual harassment. I asked him if he objected to anything he saw. Paul smiled and answered: "No, Sir! But will you be nearby in case something gets too crazy?" I assured him that I wasn't going to hang him out to dry and that if something too strange should happen; he was to yell out his USMC "HOORAH" and I'd step right in. With these assurances and instructions, I messaged some suntan oil on Paul's exposed physique and left Paul to realize his fantasy. I went back to the pool -- oiled myself up and stretched out in a good spot to catch some rays. I was also ready to direct the "anonymous players" to Paul. Terry was floating around in the pool on a raft. He paddeled himself over to the pool edge in front of my chaise and asked where my "friend" was. I told him what we were up to and asked if he would care to participate. He smiled, said that it sounded real hot and asked if there were any "rules-of-engagement" or restrictions. I told him that it was an "anything goes" session and to go enjoy himself. Terry pulled himself out of the pool and still dripping wet, walked over to our patio, opened the door and walked in.
The sun was nice and hot by now and I was very relaxed soaking it all up. After about 20 minutes or so, some distinct groans started coming from my patio and my imagination started painting a picture of Terry working Paul into a frenzy. I got a hard-on. As I was enjoying this sexual daydream, Leo came back into the complex with a big pizza and case of cold beer. He asked if I wanted some of the pizza and a beer. I said that I could use something cold just then. Leo glanced at my rock hard cock and said that maybe I needed something hot instead. I told him that something hot was going on at that very moment on my patio and that his lover was directing the show. "Should I interrupt him?", Leo asked. "That's up to you" I replied; "it's open season on Paul this afternoon and I think you and your lover could make good use of him - Terry's been in there for about 20 minutes and I just heard some pretty serious groaning - better get in there - you can put the pizza in our oven and the beer in the ice cooler over there at the edge of the pool". Leo didn't need any further prodding. He threw me a beer, slid the rest into the pool's cooler and headed for the patio door. I laid back again and enjoyed the cool beer. The afternoon slid by in easy fashion. Harry, the guy from Boston, came in about a half hour after Leo. I explained what was going on over on my patio and invited Harry to go take a look and join in if he felt like it. He excused himself and said that he'd take a rain check on the invitation. My curiosity finally reached a fever pitch (not to mention my dick that was maintained in its swollen state by the continuous guttural sounds of carnal heat seething from my patio). I dove into the pool to cool off a bit, then swam to the far side near my patio and pulled myself out. I took the few steps to my patio gate. When I pulled the gate open, it was difficult to tell where the body of one sweating hulk left off and another one began. Paul had his two legs tied onto the top of the back of the chaise so that he was bent in the middle and his asshole fully exposed. Terry was bent over Paul's ass with a black 9" dildo in his hand working it in and out of the Marine's hole. Leo was behind Terry holding onto his thighs and ramming his fat, hard dick in between the flexed muscular cheeks of his lover's tight ass. What a sight! Terry was dildo fucking Paul while getting fucked by his lover. Leo looked over at me, smiled and said: "I believe you'll find an open asshole somewhere around here...why not join us." I picked up the inflatable/vibrating dildo, coated it with K-Y and brought it behind Leo's back. I started playing with his cheeks, slapping and kneading them. He spread his legs as wide apart as he could while still ramming his lover - inviting me to explore his puckered hole further. I fingered his anus, running my fingers in and out as well as around his rosebud. Leo was keeping time with my exploration by puckering it open and closed. I knew he was beyond ready. The head of the inflatable dildo was big and I took my time teasing his asshole with it. I told him to point his toes and "make an O". He chuckled and complied. Leo bent forward a bit. His hard cock slipped out of his lover's bubble butt just as the steady pressure I was placing on the dildo kissing his anus finally convinced his sphincter to admit the intrusion. The big black dildo slid in and Leo arched his back, plunging his tool roughly into his lover's ass hole. I fucked Leo for a few minutes, getting him used to the size and texture of the rubber rod. As I started to slowely inflate the dildo reaming his ass; Leo finally pulled free of his lover's ass and started a synchrons swaying in time with my thrusts. Terry left the dildo he was using on Paul sticking out of the Marine's ass while he turned around and started deep French kissing his partner and working on his hard tits. I began to vibrate the inflating dildo that was now fucking Leo's tight ass. He straightened up and pulled forward reacting to the dildo's squirming fullness in his gut. Leo couldn't say anything because Terry had his tongue deep inside his lover's mouth. When the dildo was inflated as far as I thought necessary, I handed it to Terry. The blond muscleman worked the vibrator controls until both it and Leo were purring. Terry then pulled his mouth from Leo's lips and knelt before his lover's crotch and started licking his balls. Whatever he had in mind for his lover was better than any idea of mine. I untied Paul's legs and took the dildo out of his ass replacing it with a fat butt plug that would keep both his interest and cock up. I went into the room and took out a thong of untanned rawhide that I had left soaking in our bathroom sink. It was pliable and semi-elastic. I wrapped it around Paul's nutsac, squeezing his nuts to the very bottom until it looked like they would burst out if I squeezed any further. I then stretched the remainder of the thong to the bottom of the chaise and tied it off, stretching Paul's nuts to the limit. The hot afternoon sun was directly over Paul now and it wouldn't take too long for the drying rawhide thong to have the desired effect. Paul was laying flat on the chaise, legs free and due to the stretching of his ballsac, his cock was pointing straight up in the air. Leo liked what he saw and bent over Paul and started sucking him off. I moved Leo to the side so that he wouldn't shadow the rawhide and Terry positioned himself between Leo's legs still sucking and vibra-fucking his lover. The vibrator was humming now on the medium setting and it was starting to drive Leo a little nuts. Leo was playing Paul's cock slowly; taking it all the way down his throat on each stroke. Meanwhile the sun was slowly shrinking the rawhide thong stretching ever tighter between Paul's legs and now pulling relentlessly on his hairless, exposed testicles. To complete this four-way connection, I put one of Leo's free hands on one of the bound Marine's nipples and the other hand on my erect cock. Leo smiled and started pinching and stroking simultaneously. I was in position to grab hold of Terry's not too impressive tool which was very hard even if it wasn't very long (about 5"). We must have been a sight to see. Pinching, sucking, stroking, stretching, writhing, and sweating while we were all getting closer and closer. It was getting more and more difficult for me to keep a watchful eye on the rawhide thong, now shrinking faster as the sun dried it out; which was testing Paul's stamina and offering a very intense counterpoint to Leo's impressive cock sucking. Leo suddenly locked up on my cock, gripping it very hard, arching his back and gave a cry of release as he blasted his load down Terry's throat. Leo and Terry were in sync, which often is the case between men who know each other's deepest drives. No sooner had Leo arched his back than I felt Terry's dick spasm in my hand and erupt. The two lover's couldn't have been more than a few seconds off from spontaneous orgasms (all the more impressive because they weren't exclusively stimulating one another; but were in the middle of a four man daisy chain). The two LA lovers ejaculated their cum in unison until they were both spent.
While Terry deflated the vibrating dildo and was slipping it out of Leo's ass; I turned all my attention to Paul and the shrinking rawhide thong which had now shrunk enough to pull the Marine's erection from perpendicular to off-center and pointing now more towards his feet. He was close to being gelded. There were tears at the sides of his eyes; but the men of the USMC do not cry "Uncle"....just HOORAH. I cut the thong with a knife and slowly unwrapped it from around Paul's ballsac. While I was in the process of freeing this rawhide POW, Leo had his mouth back on Paul's throbbing shaft and Terry was sucking one of the Marine's nipples while gently kneading the other. Leo had also returned his firm grasp to my solid penis and was milking me with great expertise.
As I loosened the final rings of the rawhide encasing Paul's nut sac; a very energetic HOORAH came screaming from his mouth. As the hot blood rushed back into his scrotum and bathed his testicles, Paul shot a great load of "Marine milk" into Leo's mouth, accompanied by a string of HOORAHs that must have been heard over in 29 Palms. To my surprise, all of this sexual stimulation took its course with me also; as Leo stroked me faster and faster while trying to catch all of Paul's cum; I blew my load all over Leo's back. When Terry saw this geyser splattering onto his lover's back, he was right there to lick it clean. All four of us were now spent and sweaty; but smiling.
Leo and Terry helped me untie Paul and then we all headed to the hot tub to enjoy something hot embracing the outside of our bodies. Terry retrieved the pizza and we almost finished off the case of beer washing it down. I haven't had a better "late lunch"! We finished off the afternoon just lying around and in the pool getting better acquainted (socially that is). The four of us agreed to dinner that night at the bar on Hwy 111 in Cathedral City at 8 PM. Paul & I stayed by the pool while Terry & Leo went to their room (which was just off the pool). From the slapping and moaning that came from their open window; it was apparent that some very intense action was taking place off stage. I asked Paul if everything had gone all right during his afternoon fantasy period.
He just smiled and said: "What do you think, Sir? - Thank you, very much for all of this". I told him that it wasn't over just yet. When I mentioned that he hadn't paid off for his "shooting spree" earlier that morning (when he had come without my permission) - his eyes showed some renewed interest. I told him that I wasn't just fooling around when I told him that his ejaculations were permitted only on cue. I explained that it was a part of the structure which we were operating under during this weekend & that any infraction was a serious one. "What should we do about it, Paul?", I asked the naked, pumped up Marine.
"I understand, Sir. No excuse, Sir." "My discipline is in your hands, Sir."
I told him that I wanted to show him off that evening when we went out & asked if he had any problem with such exhibitionism. I explained that he would be going out in a "uniform" of my choice & that he could expect to lose most of that "uniform" later in the evening. There was the possibility that other Marines from 29 Palms would be at the bars we would visit.
Paul looked me square in the eyes and said: "My discipline and use are completely in your hands, Sir." It was now well past 6 PM. I told the Gunney to go into the room and shower and to also clean himself out with the portable shower-shot I had brought along. After which he was to grease up his cleaned out asshole and oil down his body with some Kerry lotion. I stayed out by the pool and lounged for another half hour. When I entered our room, Paul was standing in the center of the living room displaying himself, spread-eagled with his arms clasped behind his neck, flexing every muscle he had to flex. He was rock hard from the tip of his head to the head of his cock. "Ready for inspection, Sir!", was how he greeted me. He looked like one of those models for the all-male calendars. "Bend over from the waist so that you're chest is parallel to the floor, boy!"
Paul responded immediately. I ran my hands over his back, down the crack of his ass, probing his hole (it was well greased and clean). I told him to "Recover" and told him that he had apparently done a good job getting his body ready. I would make a few adjustments to the presentation. I got my straight razor and in 6 swipes, Paul's armpits were clean shaven.
"Bend over again, Sgt.," I said and Paul responded immediately. I took my time shaving his ass and ass crack clear of hair. His ass hole stood out now -- loud and clear. Now it was time for him to get his head ready. I told him that on his regular USMC uniform he wore 4 stripes on his arms to indicate his status. 3 up and 1 rocker. His status tonight would be indicated by the 6 stripes he'd be displaying on his naked flesh. A physical reminder that he had broken the "structure" we had agreed upon earlier that day by shooting without permission. Paul didn't bat an eye.
All he said was: "Reporting for punishment, Sir." He was still standing spread-eageled in the center of the room with his hands still clasped behind his neck. I took a wide leather belt from my levis & let him look it over. I pulled it over his chest, down his back and between his legs. I told him not to move and to count out the stripes as they were given to him to wear. I laid the first one square across his hairless butt with gusto. The crack of the wide black leather belt against Paul's flesh made a beautiful sound. It was well laid on and Paul was equally surprised by the sound as well as the pain it brought.
"One Sir!," he grunted. I walked to his left side and placed the second stripe just below pec level across his chest. Although Paul's chest hairs blunted the sound and intensity somewhat; it didn't take long before a very nice wide red stripe could be clearly seen beneath his pec hairs, running across his chest. "Two Sir!" Stripes 3 and 4 were laid criss-cross across Paul's back from his shoulders down to the kidneys. It made a very nice red "X" across his back. "Three Sir!"
"Four Sir!" With an added "Thank you Sir!" that surprised; but pleased me. "You're welcome Gunney. I hope the last two meet with your approval." Number 5 went across the small of his back and was the best "crack" yet. "FIVE Sir!" Paul exhaled with added emphasis. That one got his attention. The sixth one would be a moment to remember. I stepped back and aimed squarely between Paul's spread-eageled legs and let fly. This was the "Unkindest" crack of all. It landed just where I had aimed. The belt caught his ass crack then his nuts and finally Paul's rock hard cock. The tip of the belt just missed the tip of his cockhead; but it left its calling card almost up to his belly button. "Six Sir, Jesus..Thank you SIR!" Paul yelled. I had to laugh at that one. "You're very welcome Gunney." I told him to take a look at himself in the mirrors that almost surrounded the room. The stripes were almost like tattoos. Two parallels across his lower back topped off with an "X" well defined across his upper back. One easily seen across his chest just underlining his pecs. The final one was more difficult to see by very well represented once you caught a glimpse of it coming up from Paul's crotch to just below his belly. "That should give you some status tonight!" "Yes SIR. They look great and I'll know they're there throughout the night. Thanks Sir!" It was time for me to get ready for our evening out. I took my shower and had Paul tongue me off afterwards which burnt up the better part of 40 minutes. I didn't want him to come so we stopped short of climax -- just barely. I put on my leather pants a white tee shirt with a Yuvari print on it and my black leather knee boots. Paul was still naked and I hadn't put anything out for him. "Are you ready to go, Marine?" "AHHHH, yes Sir if you say so" That's what I wanted to hear. CONFIDENCE!, in himself and in me. "Well we'd better cover you up a little bit," I told him. I gave him a tight cock ring to put on. While Paul was fumbling with getting his camel through the eye of a needle, I laid out a pair of very soft black leather shorts, white wool socks, his combat boots and a brief leather vest that matched the shorts. Paul looked hot. The shorts were SHORT, meaning that they just covered him. When he sat down his nuts were clearly visible and the tight cock ring pushed his cock almost straight out making for a very nice genital basket. The vest didn't cover much coming down just outside of his nips so that his entire chest was visible.
"Ready now slave?" "You bet Sir." We met Terry and Leo at their room. Leo had a pair of well-worn Levis on, complimented by a very hot tank top and finished off with a pair of construction boots (also well-worn). Terry was a sight in a very tight black Lycra wrestling singlet. He pulled on a pair of Levis over the singlet and put on a pair of black Wellingtons.. Terry noticed Paul's "chest stripe" and asked if he should ask "why." I said that it was OK and told Paul to strip so that our two new friends could see the full set and to tell Leo and Terry what they signified. Paul immediately stripped of his leather shorts and vest and displayed himself for their benefit. "Whew, nice work -- how does it feel Paul?" Terry asked. "I'm very proud, Sir" Paul responded. "Nice cock-ring. Can you breath?" Leo chuckled. "Yes Sir, very well, Sir." Paul responded. Leo motioned Terry to the side of the room and whispered something to him.
"Great idea," Terry responded. Leo came up to me and said: "Frank, Terry and I picked up something in Las Vegas that we'd like to give to you and Paul -- we can't think of any pair who would put it to better use." Terry opened one of their suitcases, retrieved a long slender box and handed it to me. "With our regards, gents!", Terry said. When I saw what it was, I smiled and said: "Thank you both, that's very thoughtful and I'm sure that Paul will be especially pleased." Paul was still in his display position so I walked over to him, took the contents of the box out and handed it to him. "What do you think, slave? Shall we honor our new friends' gift by having you carry it in you tonight?" The box contained a moderately long; but very thick black butt plug. "I'd be honored, Sir! Thank you, Gentlemen!" was Paul's genuine reply. He instinctively bent over at the waist, spread his legs as wide as he could, pointed his toes inward and waited for the insertion. Since Terry and Leo had been thoughtful enough to complete Paul's evening attire, I thought it entirely appropriate for them to plug him. "Which of you would like to do the honors?", I asked. "It was Leo's idea," Terry said. "Besides, I want to watch this Marine hunk's face as he takes it ." I gave the plug to Leo. "He's already well greased-up, Leo so feel free to ram away.", I said. Leo took the plug from me and walked around to Paul's front. "Suck it, Marine!", he ordered. Paul had some trouble getting the plug's girth into his mouth; but he sucked on it until he got it all in. Leo worked it around in his mouth. When it was good and slippery from Paul's spit, Leo popped it out of his mouth and walked around to his exposed and vulnerable butt hole. Leo wasted no time. He stroked Paul's crack with the plug twice, stopping at his anus. Terry put his hands on Paul's naked shoulders for balance and bent down to look into Paul's face. Leo seized that moment to ram the plug up Paul's butt hole in one assertive motion. "Ahhhhhhhh", Paul screamed out as the plug expanded his sphincter to its maximum stretch.
"Thank you, Sir" , he added when he caught his breath. "Nice work," I said. "How does it feel, Gunney" "Full, Sir, very full!" We all laughed at Paul's good nature and complimented him on his taking it like a man. I told Paul to recover and put his shorts and vest on. When he stood up straight all dressed (and plugged), there was a very definite bulge in his crotch. The plug was having an effect. Good! I thought, very good!! We all left the Motel, piled into the rented Lincoln and drove to our first stop. Dinner! Paul was the Chauffeur.

When we arrived the small dinning room was full so we opted to go out onto the patio for dinner. Both Terry and Paul were getting a lot of looks from the patrons as well as the staff.
This bar was the original all male bar in Palm Springs. Over the many years of its existence, it had seen just about every display of masculine pulcritude possible. It always gave off an aura of appreciation and respect for those men who chose to display themselves, stripped to their barest libidos. Paul and Terry's display gained no less recognition. After a very fine dinner, complimented by good company and a free bottle of wine from the staff; the four of us adjourned to the front bar.
Paul asked if he could put his name on the Chalk Board for a game of pool. I said that if he understood that he would be playing to uphold the honor and pride of the USMC as well as to honor the bond we had established this weekend; that it would be OK. He said that he understood and that he would play the best game of pool he had ever played. I gave him a warning of dire consequences should he fail. We were enjoying a round of after dinner brandy when Paul's name came up. He deposited his quarters to retrieve the balls, racked them up and walked over to pick out a good cue. Needless to say a lot of male eyes (as well as imaginations) were turned in his direction. His opponent was apparently a regular of the bar and came over to Paul to shake hands. They exchanged a few words and the other guy broke the rack.
Paul played very well; but so did his opponent. Midway through the match, Paul asked if he could remove his vest so that it wouldn't be in his way for a long shot. I said OK. When he stripped off the vest and handed it to me there was an audible "OOOOOhhhhhhh" throughout the now large crowd that had gathered around the table. Paul's discipline stripes had taken on a bright, deep red hue and stood out very well. He leaned across the table for the shot and picked up his left leg for better balance. The leather shorts didn't offer much cover and both of his nuts slipped out into plain view. The ogling didn't bother Paul. He sank a difficult shot. They were down to two balls each. Paul was shooting and sunk the first one, then the second one. All that remained was for him to sink the eight ball with a relatively easy side pocket shot. He missed! Paul looked squarely over to me and with a smile on his face, winked! His opponent cleared the board and won the match. "Nice going, slave" I said. "I could have won it, Sir." Paul responded as he returned to my side. "I lost on purpose! I'll have to earn the Corp's and your honor and pride back - won't I Sir!" This wasn't a challenge; but a direct request to be punished for a willful act of disrespect. "That you will, shithead -- That you will!" I responded to him. This muscular, nearly naked Marine was telling me that so far the weekend had all come too easy and that he wanted a chance to prove his worth as a man through willfully assaulting honor and pride. That's why he had smiled and winked at me just before deliberately missing his winning shot. He knew that the penance and retribution that I would meet out would fit the circumstances. Paul also knew that if he was able to win back pride and honor through submitting as a man's man would submit - to whatever punishment I dealt out - he would then form a stronger bond with me than we had at this moment. "You can start earning it right now, shithead -- get on your knees and clean my boots with your tongue -- right here and now if front of all these gentlemen so that they can participate in the beginning of your ordeal to regain the honor and pride you so casually through away on that pool table!" Paul dropped immediately and began licking his tongue around the souls of my knee-highs. The Marine slave kept it up with enthusiasm until both boots were done. It took him almost 30 minutes. As many in the bar watched my slave's debasement, I dribbled some brandy on each boot whenever he seemed to be going dry in the mouth. My boots never had a better spit shine. When he had finished, I bent down and took hold of both tits and pulled him to his feet. I worked his nipples hard, twisting, pinching and pulling. I knew it hurt; but he didn't utter a sound throughout the 10 min. nipple workout. I pulled him close to me still holding on tightly to his now very sore and tender tits. "You've just started, shithead. That will be your name - shithead until you prove to me that you're worthy of regaining a slave name. You're going to do everything I tell you to do without a moment's hesitation. I'm not going to play any games with you, shithead. This is serious. We're trying to repair and rebuild here. That's going to take work, sweat, pain and focus. I won't make it easy for you. Do you understand me, shithead?"
Paul got the message. "Yes, Sir!", he said and swallowed hard. "You're not alone in this, shithead!", I said. To make sure that he understood, I covered his mouth with mine and kissed him hard and deep for a couple of minutes - all the time working his tits very hard. When I had finished, Paul looked at me with moist, clear eyes and whispered: "Yes Sir, Thank you Sir for the opportunity!" With that, our party of four left and headed for a bar just around the corner. This popular Hot Spot was getting crowded when we arrived around 11 PM. After parking the car, Paul opened the doors for us and stood by my side with head bowed. I told him to open the trunk; that there was something in there that I wanted to retrieve. Paul's eyes went wide for a second because he knew that his clothes were still locked up there. Was I going to tell him to get dressed and get lost? He didn't hesitate but went to the trunk, unlocked it and stood back waiting for me to come up beside him. I told Terry and Leo that we would join them inside. They said OK; but Terry wanted to strip off his Levis and just wear his singlet and boots into the bar. He left his Levis with us. They would be safe in the trunk. Terry looked very hot in this tight, revealing and scanty costume. It highlighted everything that should have been highlighted on his body and exposed all the rest.
When they had departed, I turned to Paul. "Strip!" was all I said and Paul was almost instantaneously butt-ass naked. He only had to strip off the leather shorts; but the speed with which he shucked off his combat boots and socks was really impressive. "Retrieve it all and put it into the trunk," I ordered. Paul complied and then stood there in the parking lot behind the Lincoln completely naked except for the cock right and butt plug. "Open that leather travel bag over there next to your things," I said. In the bag was an assortment of leather / S&M oriented objects. "Take that studded collar and put it around your neck, shithead."
"Yes, Sir!" Paul responded and retrieved the collar putting it around his neck. I took out a lock and locked it in place. It fit perfectly. "Now give me one of those leather thongs." I took the 2 foot thong from Paul. "Spread your legs, shithead." Paul complied.
I squatted down in front of him and began to fashion a ball separator and nut stretcher out of the thong. The cock ring that Paul had on pushed his genitals out so that adding the thong harness really restricted his organs to a max-stretched out and separated state. As I was tying the thong into place another car drove into the parking lot. The two guys parked the car, got out and came over to see what was going on. Paul didn't flinch or pull back one bit from this obviously embarrassing exhibition. "Nice evening, Huh?" One of them said. I replied: "Very nice, indeed. I'm just squaring this shithead slave away before we go in - hope it doesn't offend ya."
"Not at all, man. Looks good from here -- lucky slave to have someone care that much about him. See ya inside. My name's Tony and my lover's name is Chris." I shook their hands and introduced Paul who shook hands too with no embarrassment whatsoever at his nakedness or vulnerability. I finished up the thong harness and squeezed his nuts a few times to make sure that everything was stretched out good and tight. "Now, in that zippered case you'll find a studded black leather posing strap. Get it and hand it to me." Paul unzipped the case and found the object I wanted. He handed it to me. It was a very soft black leather posing strap with an adjustable leather thong to secure it. The pouch was covered in star shaped steel studs. "You're going to be a star tonight, shithead. Put this on!" As soon as Paul had the strap in place, I tightened up the thong holding it in place so as to make sure that the butt plug was held firmly in place. I wanted the whole get-up to provide a tight fit in order to set off Paul's bound genitals. There was also an added torture waiting for Paul in the pouch's lining. He had quite a surprise when I tightened up the thong. I hadn't told him that three prongs on each of the star studs had been left open and were waiting to stab into whatever was placed inside the strap. There were about 50 or so sharp prongs inside that handsome leather strap just waiting to caress Paul's tender and tightly stretched balls and cock. He gasped in a chestfull of air when I tightened it up.
"You'll find that as you move around tonight, this little black strap will be constantly torturing your worthless cock and balls, shithead!" "Thank you Sir, for the challenge!" was Paul's acceptance. "They won't cut into you - just prick you constantly - they only cut if someone should try to feel you up - like this!" I grasped Paul's pouch and gently squeezed. "AAAAHHHHHH, Sir, Yes Sir, Thank you Sir." was all Paul could gasp out in response. I told Paul to do five deep knee bends so that I could make sure that the dildo rammed up his butt would be held in place by the thong. It was well anchored and the exercises moved Paul's cock and balls around inside of his "pouch from hell" so that he gritted his teeth and moaned. "Good, everything is in place", I said. "Whenever you want to wimp-out on me, shithead, just tell me and I'll replace that little pouch. The trick is that you won't know what I'll replace it with. Maybe something worse, maybe with your own clothes. Do you understand my meaning, shithead?" Paul looked me squarely in the eye and with a very sincere as well as a very strong resolve said:
"Yes Sir, it's on till you take it off or replace it with whatever you think best SIR!" Since California has this strange law about prohibiting bare feet in bars, I gave Paul a pair of black leather Indian moccasins to put on his feet. I slipped a black leather hood over his head with eye, nose and mouth openings only. I finished off Paul's costume by hooking up a black leather leash to his collar and leading him into the bar. We made an entrance! Throughout the evening, Paul stood straight, shoulders squared and walked with the authority of a Marine (enduring the gnawing and pricking of his cock and balls by the prongs). No one would have known the very real pain and discomfort he was in. I unhooked his leash when we got to the back bar and fastened it on my left side, through a belt loop. We found Terry and Leo on the back patio. They had run into some friends from LA and introduced us around. Tony and Chris (from the parking lot encounter) came up too and joined what was now a substantial mass of men in Leather, Levis and skin. Terry and Paul were attracting a lot of attention. Terry was more muscular and defined than Paul; but Paul was a sight to behold. His butt plug was visible to the knowledgeable and his near nakedness was well appreciated by everyone who took in his action. His full head leather hood also heightened the air of mystery about him. There were a few gropes (as I had hoped there would be) which got the proper response of tightened muscles and a faint groan; but that was all Paul would admit to. He held up very well. That is until Terry suggested that we get into the music and dance.
I thought that was an excellent idea and motioned Paul to come out onto the floor with me. He walked straight out to meet me. We gyrated and jiggled, thrust and bumped for about an hour. Paul's hide was covered in a very healthy sweat. I knew his crotch was drenched in sweat too and that the abrasions were getting a little extra bight from the salt in that sweat. There was no audible indication throughout the dancing that with every jiggle or thrust he was rasping his nuts and cock across a score of steel teeth. He gave it his all. I had to admit, Paul was earning my respect and establishing a tight bond. Finally, I needed the coolness of the back patio. We left the dance floor. I took Paul into my arms and pressed my body tightly next to his turning him around from front to back to front again. I was absorbing his sweat and letting him know that I appreciated what he was doing. I poked my tongue through the hood's mouth slit and gave him another deep kiss while holding his crotch sack. I squeezed just hard enough to let him know that I was there.
"You're doing just fine, boy! You're not -shithead- anymore, boy. Keep it up and we'll be tight in no time."
Paul's eyes glistened through the black leather hood's eye slits. He looked genuinely moved and showed the rebirth of the pride and honor that we were attempting to reconstruct through his ordeal. He laid his head on my chest and said: "You don't know what this means to me, Sir. I'm in your debt. Thank you, Sir" I gave him the keys to the car and told him to go out and open up the trunk. He'd find a towel to dry himself off with. He was also to strip off his hood and spiked crotch prison and pick out whatever he felt appropriate to wear. He acknowledged and asked I wanted anything from the bar before I left. I ordered two beers. Paul retrieved the beers and left for the parking lot. Terry came over and asked if there was anything wrong. I said no, and then Terry wondered if Paul should go to the parking lot alone looking like a sweaty gladiator just out of the Arena. There were a lot of wolves out on the prowl. Good point. I asked if Terry would mind keeping an eye on him and he said that he'd like to and followed Paul out into the parking lot. Fifteen minutes later, Paul and Terry returned to the back patio. Paul had replace his hood and prickly posing pouch with a plain white jock. He was carrying a towel and something else that I couldn't make out. The surprise was Terry. He had taken off his singlet and was now wearing the posing pouch which Paul had just vacated. He was getting the full effect on his balls and cock. I laughed when they got to us on the patio.
"Great idea -- who suggested it Paul or you, Terry?"
"I did," Leo said.
"Something about that pouch that's a real turn on. You look great, baby." Leo said to his lover.
"How does it fit, Terry, see any stars yet?" I inquired with a slap to his crotch. "AAAAAAHHHHHH - real sharp, thank you. Yes I see those stars now!" Terry responded backing up.
He looked over at Paul and said: "I can't believe you wore this little nightmare all night and danced in it too. Jesus!"
Leo looked puzzled and asked "What's going on - I don't get it!" I suggested that Leo grope his lover and it would become clear. Leo started towards Terry and Terry started backing up towards the other end of the patio and said:
"No, baby - no groping - Just come over here and I'll show you the secret charm of this little number which our friend Paul over there wore all night. You won't believe it!"
"I love it" was Leo's response when Terry pulled the front of the pouch out so that his mate had a good look inside. When Leo had fingered some of the sharp prongs, he looked at Terry and suggested: "You ought to do one of your posing routines for us in that -- how about it Big Boy?" "Yea, Yea -- show it off, Terry!" was Paul's contribution. I just laughed. "Well OK, USMC, if you can do it for a couple of hours, I can do it for a posing routine." Tony and Chris got some chairs together and put a flat board on top for a stage. While this was taking place I asked Paul if there had been any cuts on his dick or nuts. He pulled down the jock he was wearing so that I could inspect his still tightly bound genitals.
"No Sir. Nothing serious. A few pricks broke the surface; but as you can see no serious bleeding. There was one little spot on the inside of the pouch; but I think it was an old stain not from me."
I confirmed his supposition and told him to spread his legs so that I could undo the thong I had tied around his cock and balls. He complied and in a minute or two he was free from the thong. The blood rushing back into his crotch produced a sharp pain that elicited a gasp from Paul; but it also produced a raging hard or that he couldn't hide very well with his jock. Terry was already up on the impromptu stage and posing. Accompanied with a few "Ouchs," "Ows" and "Ah fucks" he did a good job of showing himself off (which was impressive) to the crowd. He finished the show by yelling:
"This thing is too much, here Paul, take it back -- more power to you!" Terry said as he stripped the pouch off and tossed it back to Paul. Terry finished his posing demo in the raw, and a very impressive show it was. He had a very buffed out and well-defined physique and the combination of this muscle man displaying himself for everyone and doing it butt naked brought the house down. As Terry finished, Paul took the towel he had brought in from the car and first wiped the sweat off of me from the evenings' activities and then took the towel up to Terry so that he could cover himself and save the bar's management from any problems from the vice squad.
When Paul returned from the stage, he had in his hand what I had been unable to see when he came back from the parking lot. It was a black leather full torso harness. It had a crotch attachment that included an attached dildo that was fatter and longer than the considerable one Paul had been carrying all night.
"Sir, you asked me to bring back whatever I thought appropriate. Well this jock was just to get into the bar with. This is really what I'd feel most proud to wear for you" Paul handed me the harness.
I called out to Terry to join us. "Nice show, Terry. Paul has asked me to insert a more challenging plug into his ass and since Leo put your gift into him, I thought it appropriate for you to pull it out."
"My pleasure" Terry said and turned to Paul. "Care to join me in the men's room, little man?"
"After you, Muscleman!" was Paul's reply as they both headed for the men's room. Once in the tiny men's room, Terry commanded Paul to: "Bend over, boy and spread 'em." Paul complied and Terry took hold of the butt plug and started playing it around inside of Paul's ass. He had Paul moaning heavily when he started to slowly pull it out. He got it out to where the nub was about to pass Paul's sphincter and then shoved it back in. Terry really enjoyed Paul's reaction of grunts, groans to this session of impromptu ass hole calisthenics. He kept the almost out -- rammed back in motion up for a few moments until Paul was nearly crazed by this long dormant mass now fucking him. Then at just the right moment, Terry pulled the butt plug straight out accompanied with a big, gulping suction sound. Paul stayed bent over until Terry told him to recover. His jock was stretched straight out from his crotch indicating a raging hard-on and was also soaked with pre-cum. They were back with us in the back patio in just a few moments. Terry waving the fat, black dildo over his head like a trophy.
"Did you shoot, boy?" I asked Paul. "God Sir, it was hard but I held it!"
I could tell from the size of his jock stretch that he was still just on the edge of a climax. "Careful now, boy; you've done just fine up to now. Don't loose it. Hold it till I tell you!" "Yes Sir" Paul responded.
Terry gave Paul a big kiss and handed him the butt plug that up until a few moments ago had been his asshole's constant companion for the evening.
"You've got a good man there, Frank." Terry said to me.
I let Paul recover for a few moments.
"How are feeling, boy?" I asked.
"However you want me to feel, Sir." was Paul's reply.
"I want you to feel full, boy -- come over here." Paul came up close to me.
I started putting him into the harness. It took only a few moments until I was arranging the crotch piece and adjusting its tightness. Terry, Leo, Chris and Tony formed a circle aroun Paul and I so that I could arrange his cock and balls with some privacy from the crowd on the back patio.
"Bend over, boy and spread em!"
When Paul was bent and spread, I pulled the jock down around his ankles and then examined his ass hole. Still moist and well greased -- that other plug must have worked him just right. I turned Paul around and stood him up so that I could fit his cock and balls into the harness' cock ring and ball spreader. It was a simpler device than the leather thong which Paul had been restricted in all night; but it was just as tight and severe. I turned him around and told him to bend over.
I had Paul suck on the new butt plug for a few moments and then hand it to me through his spread-eagled legs. I massaged his hole with the new larger plug and started a steady pressure on it to begin the process of ramming it home. Paul groaned and grunted till I told him to shut up -- then there was silence -- not a peep from the Marine. It took a few moments of effort and Paul was sweating heavily again; but the plug finally began to enter Paul's anus and with a few extra pushes, it slid in all the way to the hilt. Paul straightened out his back; but remained bent at the waist. I locked his new ass hole tormentor into place in the harness. I told Paul to recover. When he stood up Paul's cock was rock hard. I told him to step out of the jock. It would be useless to contain this huge errection. The combination of the tight cock ring & ball separator in conjunction with the wider, deeper seated butt plug produced an enormous erection for Paul. I knew that this particular body harness would sustain his sexual peak for a longer time than normal harnesses permitted. Its tightness was also designed to deny its wearer a climax. I think Paul had an inkling of that too. He didn't know that there was an attachment back in the trunk of the car that would send an electrical stimulus to his prostate through the butt plug and arouse him involuntarily whenever I wanted him sufficiently hot. It would drive him to a point where he would do anything for a sexual climax.
The front of the harness had a small cod piece that attached to the cockring so that the wearers cock and balls were covered -- just barely. With some effort, I tugged at both the cod piece and my slave's gigantic cock; but eventually was able to get the cod piece into place and stood back to admire the man and the harness. The codpiece looked more like a condom stretched to its' breaking point than a genital cup. I'd finished Paul's new costume just as the bartenders were yelling out "last call". Paul and I joined the mass exodus from the patio. When Paul and I reached the car, Terry and Leo were waiting for us. They told us that a few of the men we had met in the bar would be joining us at the Motel for a little Hot Tubing and "whatever". Paul wasn't the least bit self-conscious driving through Cathedral City and Palm Springs in his harness. He said that he liked the feel of the leather seats on his plugged ass. When we reached the Motel, Paul opened the trunk so that Terry could retrieve his singlet and Levis. Tony and Chris were waiting at the locked gate. We all went in and those who were still clothed, stripped down and got into the Hot Tub (which was big enough for about 10 men.)
It cools off dramatically in the desert at night, even in the summer and the hot jets of water playing over my body would feel great. Terry slipped into a pair of shorts and went out to a 7/11 for some beer and munchies. Paul was standing, as a good Marine should, at parade rest in front of the gate to our patio. "Your night isn't over yet, boy!" I told him as I went into our suite to retrieve a few pieces of equipment that would add some zest to Paul's upcoming ordeal. I stripped down in the bedroom, retrieved a pool towel and the implements I wanted and returned to the pool area. The fence that surrounded the compound was of solid red-wood up to a height of some 8 feet and then was topped off with a 1 foot lattice. It was well built. I motioned Paul to join me over at that portion of the fence behind the Hot Tub. I secured two fleece-lined, leather restraint cuffs to his wrists and two similar cuffs to his ankles. There were two solid support posts about six feet apart which were just perfect for securing Paul spread-eagled against the fence. I stretched and secured his arms and legs by tying leather straps to the cuffs and then tying them off onto the posts. Paul was stretched and secured and vulnerable.
I had also retrieved the electrical stimulator apparatus for the butt plug. It was a simple connection, attaching at the base of the plug. Ample power was supplied by two nine volt batteries connected to a rheostat which allowed an infinite selection of power surges to be generated through the plug and into Paul's ass - most notably to his prostate. It would prod him into an erection whenever the operator wanted. The compact control box also had a vibrating function as well as a neat little function that enlarged and shrunk the shaft and head of the plug at varying rates of speed. The whole setup had cost me a substantial chunk of money when I had it constructed by an electronic wizard (with a wry sense of humor) in New York City. It had only been utilized once before at a demonstration at the Mineshaft so that I could get used to its' operation. The apparatus took all voluntary control of a man's sexual stimulation away from the individual and placed it in the hands of whoever operated the controls. It would stimulate, fuck, arouse and punish whoever was attached to its' controls. Paul was attached and I was at the controls. I announced to the men present that Paul had willfully transgressed against the bonds and environment that we had set up and that he had been undergoing varying punishment ordeals throughout the evening. It was now time for him to show all present what he was made of, how much he regretted his bad behavior and how deeply he wanted to regain the honor and pride he had disgraced. I gave a brief description of how Paul was restrained and attached to the device. I gave them a brief demonstration of the ample power of the stimulator stuck up his ass by giving Paul a quick jolt. He involuntarily jumped in his bonds, tensing and flexing every muscle in his body. What a show! Everyone was impressed.
I turned to Paul and said: "Boy, earlier today, you shot-off for yourself without my permission. I told you then that you would come for me later. This is the time. However, you won't be able to control your stimulation, arousal or climax -- I will! Whatever else occurs to you in the next few hours is an opportunity for you to show me how much you want to regain you honor and pride as a man, as a Marine and as my man's man."
I explained to the rest of the men that the object of this ordeal would not be to subject Paul to any electrotorture; but rather to continually and at random arouse him to the peak of male sexual eroticism. I wanted to make him climax as many times as possible. I wanted him involuntarily milked dry. They could stimulate him any way they wanted -- with or without this machine intruding into his asshole. Terry returned just as I was about to begin the first demo of the machine's power, so we all had cold beer, a hot tub and a hot man about to endure his ordeal. All eyes were on Paul's stretched-out physique awaiting his reactions as I began to navigate the electrical stimuli inside his butt. Slowly and surely I increased the electrical stimulation of his prostate until his dick was hard enough to cut diamonds. Paul was writhing in his bondage and working up a sweat. I kept the stimulation up while slowly engaging the plugs vibrating and enlarging functions. Paul was moaning and groaning, squirming and thrusting. He couldn't control himself or his reactions to this foreign operator. It was an incredibly stimulating sight for all of us. We were all rock hard watching this Marine hunk being brought to an artificially induced climax.
Chris leaned over to me and asked: "Can you hold him there for a minute, I've got something that would be just right."
"Certainly," I said -- "go for it." Chris hopped out of the Hot Tub and went out to his car (sporting an very nice 9" erection). He returned in just a minute with two alligator tit clamps each with a half pound weight attached. He asked if it was OK to attach them to Paul's tits. I said definitely. Paul hadn't noticed anyone for the past five minutes. His eyes were closed and he was deep inside himself experiencing this new intense stimulation over which he had no control. When Chris started sucking on his nipples, Paul opened his eyes and took in this crowd of men all getting off on his ordeal. He looked over at me and smiled.
"How am I doing, Sir?"
"Just fine, boy, just fine!"
Chris had worked Paul's tits to full hardness and now laid his mouth over Paul's and started deep kissing him. As Chris had Paul slobbering for more kissing, he slowly brought his hands down to Paul's hairless left tit. Chris worked it between his fingers while still keeping Paul's mouth occupied and without any warning clamped the alligator clamp onto the sensitive nipple. I could see Paul jump and hear a muffled moan; but Chris kept his mouth over Paul's continuing to deep kiss him. To heighten the sensation, I gave Paul another quick jolt and increased the vibrations on his prostate. Paul was swinging his head back and forth so Chris stopped the kissing and just paid attention to preparing Paul's right tit to receive its nasty tormentor. Chris put the tit clamp right in front of Paul's face so he could see what was about to bite into his right nipple. Chris opened and closed the clamp showing it's teeth in a chomping motion. He moved it down Paul's chest and toyed with his right tit for a few seconds before placing the heavy duty clamp squarely on Paul's right nipple.
"AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!" was all Paul could scream out.
I increased the entire anal stimulation so that Paul was swinging in his bonds. Now every time Paul moved, the tit clamps bit into his tender nipples so that he was torn between the ecstasy in his ass and the torment on his chest. I kept this "Black Ballet" increasing in intensity until Paul's physiology took over and he heaved in an involuntary climax. Waves of milky white cum blasted out of his nuts and erupted from his pulsating solid penis. Paul was dripping wet with sex sweat, his chest pounding with sexual eroticism and his empty cock still contracting in the act of ejaculation. I turned the controls down to a soft purr, put them on a table and walked up to Paul.
"That was mine, Gunney! - you won't cum again without my permission will you?"
When Paul heard the word "Gunney." he almost burst out of his bondage,
"Oh Man, Thank you, Sir. No Sir, I won't cum again without your permission. I'm all yours, Sir! Thank you Sir!" I embraced his taut form and kissed him. "Your evening isn't over yet, Sgt. I'm going to let any of these men who want do whatever he has a mind to with you -- and YOU WILL PERFORM LIKE MY MAN AND A MARINE! Understood?"
"Understood, Sir. Thank you Sir. I won't let US down" Paul responded accentuating the "US". "One more thing, Gunney -- I want these men to milk you dry so feel free to blast your nuts off whenever you need to." "I appreciate that Sir, Thank you , Sir." I returned to the Hot Tub. Well, Gentlemen, he's all yours. Anything within reason -- just remember I want him milked dry! That was the only prodding that I needed to give. Tony and Chris were out of the Tub in no time flat and both licking Paul's sweat and stroking his body. Chris removed the tit clamps to an accompanying cry of relief from Paul. Tony took the left tit and Chris the right one -- both sucking, licking, chewing and nipping at will. Leo and Terry joined them, choosing to stimulate the lower areas of Paul's body. Leo took Paul's flaccid cock into his mouth and started sucking while Terry retrieved the control box and while manipulating the controls got underneath Leo, between Paul's legs and started licking and sucking on his nuts. It didn't take very long before Paul was up and running again. The attention of these four men and the machine couldn't be denied. Paul gave out a deep, throaty "HOORAH" and let go his second load in just under 15 minutes. Leo caught the goodies and swallowed the cum. Terry wasn't too pleased with that so he gave Paul a very sharp and intense jolt of electricity up his ass which forced him to buck forward and almost impale Leo on his throbbing cock. We all laughed. The control box got a good workout for the next hour and a half. The other guys brought Paul to climax nine times. By the time Paul reached his seventh climax, he was begging us to stop the agony. Even the slightest touch to his nipples or, worse yet, his cock and balls brought extreme discomfort to the sweat drenched warrior. The Marine was spent; but still his body couldn't resist the arousing stimulation of the machine. His last two ejaculations were dry; but nonetheless full powered. His cock and nuts were spasming and contracting; but Paul's well was dry. He was crying unashamedly now to be taken down, so Terry and I released him from his bondage and brought him to the hot tub in our arms.
I took off the harness and pulled the butt plug out of his ass. Paul was wobbly to be sure. We helped him into the hot tub and gave him a first class rubdown -- and three cold beers! "Welcome back, Gunney.!" I said.
"What a trip, Sir! Am I back in your good graces, Sir?" Paul responded.
"Relax, Paul, you're back!" It was now almost 5 AM and most of the participants had gone their separate ways. Terry and Leo excused themselves and after big juicy kisses and bear hugs all around they stumbled off to their room. Paul and I were alone. "How are you doing, Marine?"
"Just fine, Sir -- a little bushed, but really more stoked than anything. Thank you, Sir for everything you did for me this weekend."
"My pleasure, Paul!"
We floated around in the pool for about a half hour -- hugging, kissing and holding each other close by.
"How about one last bare-ass jog, Sgt.? There's just about enough time to get a mile in. Are you game?" "Lead the way, Sir." was all Paul replied. There would be one last exercise for this Marine. I tied a leather thong around his cock and balls, then criss-crossed it around his nut-sac to separate his balls, wound it down his nut sac to stretch his balls to the end and finally secured a 5# weight at the end.
"Let's go, Paul!"
I slipped on a pair of Speedos that someone had left by the pool and as a final gesture, hooked the black leather leash to the leather thong encircling Paul's genitals and we were out the gate. I got on the bike and led him down the street at a trot, the 5# weight swinging freely between his hefty thighs as he jogged. I had hoped that there would be at least one person out and about to catch a glimpse of this sight; but no such luck. 20 minutes later, we were back at the Motel.
"Good boy," I said.
"Thank you, Sir. That was an experience, Sir. Marine Corps PT will never be the same." I undid the leather thong and releasing the 5# weight and Paul and I both dove into the pool to cool off and relax. We floated around till the dawn crept over the fence.
"I think we both could use a little shut-eye; lets hit the sack for a few hours."
"Sounds good to me, Sir."
We both slipped out of the pool, toweled off and went into our bedroom. There were a few kisses and hugs before we both fell asleep. Our naked bodies entwined. Paul and I slept deeply until just after noon. Paul stirred first and gently got himself out of bed. He went into the bathroom and jumped into the shower. He cleaned himself up -- inside and out. He took special care to shave those parts of his body that I had shaved during the weekend. After passing the water out of his bowels from his douching, he greased himself up and quietly returned to our bed. He put his arms around me and gave me a big hug that woke me up. "Good morning, Sir, how did you sleep," he said. All I did was to turn into him, moan and give him a deep kiss. I felt his still damp body and explored all the shaved areas ending with my index finger up his ass.
"Good boy, Gunney -- by the feel of things, you've been busy getting yourself ready for a brand new day" "I wanted to be ready for whatever you wanted, when you woke up, Sir" "I'll bet your ass feels empty without some big plug shoved up there, doesn't it?" "Yes, Sir, now that you mention it, I do have a feeling that something big is missing." "Well, let's not let all your preparations go to waste, Gunney; get down there between my legs and see if you can arouse my dick sufficiently to satisfy that vacant asshole of yours!" Paul was between my legs in an instant; his wet, warm mouth encasing my still limp dick. He started inserting his tongue between the head of my dick and the foreskin. Paul then started a slow rotating motion, drawing his tongue all the way around my cockhead while keeping it between my foreskin and head. It felt great. In no time, I was beginning to respond and Paul took his tongue from administering to my cockhead to licking up and down the shaft. He alternated this shaft licking with nibbling on my foreskin. The combination was erotic as hell and soon had me fully extended. Paul finished off this foreplay with a few deep throat swallows. We were both ready. "Go over to that black leather gym bag and retrieve four of the 1 inch wide soft black leather thongs." Paul jumped off the bed and went to the bag where he found the straps I wanted. Stimulating my cock had produced a raging erection on Paul too. "Is this what you wanted, Sir," Paul asked while holding up the four strips for me to see. "They're the ones. Bring them over to me Paul." Paul handed them to me, then he went to the foot of the bed and stood at Parade Rest. "On your back, on the bed, boy." I ordered. Paul laid down belly and hard-on up. I took the straps around to the foot of the bed so that I was facing the prone, worked up Marine.
"Sit up, knees bent." Paul sat up and bent his knees. I took his left arm and tied it to his left leg -- wrist to ankle and elbow to knee. I repeated the same scenario on his right arm & leg. Paul was secured now. It was a rocking chair position. If I wanted him on his back I just pushed him backward and he would fall into a ready-to-fuck position with his legs spread and up. His asshole was wide open. If I wanted him to suck my cock, I used his tits to pull him forward and he was right in position to take my now rock hard dick into his mouth and down his throat. Whatever I wanted, Paul was hamstrung into position by these leather straps securing his arms and legs.
"Looking good, Marine." "Thank you, Sir; I'm feeling good and hot." "Let's test this little device out." I said.
I picked up a pair of the Jap tit clamps that had a chain attached and fixed them onto Paul's hard nipples. He was groaning already. This Gunny was ready! I pushed him back and Paul fell into place. Legs spread. Arms secured. Butt hole exposed. I pulled his legs forward in order to position his butt on the end of the bed so that I'd have a better avenue of thrust for my penis to ram its thick head and 8 inch shaft home. I took hold of the tit clamp chain and started a very slow but steady insertion. I pulled on the tit clamp chain like a rein. Pulling out from Paul's chest as my cock was slowly swallowed by his hot, greased man-hole. Once in I started a steady motion in and out motion; increasing in intensity until Paul was groaning his "AAAAAGGGGHHHHH's" louder and louder.
"Oh! Fuck me, Sir. Fuck me hard, Sir. Let me have it all, Sir." was Paul's comment on the whole scene. I fucked my Marine, weekend slave boy hard and fast until I was on the brink of exploding. Paul was sex crazy by this point. His ass was grabbing my cock with every out stroke and sucking with every in stroke. He was milking me with his ass hole muscles. Good man! I pulled completely out and then rammed my throbbing hard-on back into Paul's gaping hole. I did this five or six times and then stayed out. I pushed Paul back on the bed and then pulled him up by his tits. The clamps held and provided a very painful and effective transition tool. Paul was sitting up now, my still throbbing cock right in his face.
"You're going to take this load down your throat, boy, not up your ass." "Suck it," I ordered. Paul was on my erect penis in an instant. He was deep throating it for all he was worth. His asshole muscles were now replaced with his throat muscles. His throat did just as expert a job at milking me as his asshole had done. I was using the tit clamps to encourage him. Paul didn't need that much encouragement. He wanted my load. I was on the verge of exploding in no time flat. I straightened up and rammed my dick into Paul's throat and burst a load of hot cum from the base of my nuts up through my shaft and out through my piss slit. Paul swallowed in unison to the spasms and consumed every bit of my climax. We were both heaving and sweating. Paul kept my cock in his mouth and worked every drop of my cum out. It felt as if he were going to suck my two nuts out through my cock. It was an incredible way to start this new day together. We disengaged and I untied Paul. We both collapsed onto the bed and half wrestled, half embraced each other for the next few minutes. Both of us came down together.
"I need a shower,Gunney; go in there and get it ready for me. You'll be joining me." "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir!" Paul said as he got up from our bed and went into the bathroom to get things ready. I lay there on the bed for a few moments just relaxing and feeling stoked.
"Your shower and shower slave are ready for you, Sir" came from the bathroom. I was out of the bed and into the steamy bathroom in an instant. Paul had oiled himself up and was standing in the middle of a large four man shower in his inspection position. The hot shower water was bouncing off his chest, abs and crotch. "Ready for inspection, Sir." was Paul's greeting. "I've already inspected you Gunney and you passed. What's all this oil shit?" I asked. "Excuse me Sir, but this shower slave thought that you might like a little posing routine to start off you bath." "You're excused, boy, I like your initiative. Execute!" I said as I stepped in to join Paul in the steamy shower. Paul took up a position in the back corner of the shower stall (actually it was almost another room in itself) and began his flexing routine. He showed off every muscle group he could think of. Flexing and bending his body to show off every inch of his physique for me. I was standing in the middle of the shower taking all of this in while beginning to lather myself up. The shower was equipped with a hand held messager which jetted out the water in different intensities and impulses. I took it off the wall and began to play different streams of water over Paul's body as he posed. I put the messager on pulse and turned up the intensity and kept it aimed squarely on Paul's nuts and very hard cock. Playing the intense water pulses up and down his cock shaft, around his cockhead, into his piss slit, and finally bouncing off his nutsac. Paul didn't miss a beat in his posing; but the water J/O was having it's effect. "Secure from your routine, Gunney" I ordered.
Paul stopped and assumed a Parade Rest stance.
"Turn around and bend over"
Paul obeyed instantly. I took a shower shot from off the wall and inserted the bulb up Paul's ass.
"You can start posing again, Gunney; but this time I want you to retain that water douche bulb up your ass until I say it's OK to take it out. Understand!"
"Yes, Sir." was Paul's reply. His dick started to deflate as I began a very slow stream of hot water up his asshole. I filled him to just short of capacity so that he would be able to function for the rest of our shower.
"You can secure from the posing boy and start with my shower. Just one thing, don't loose a drop of that ass water I put in you" "Yes Sir, Thank you, Sir." Paul got the soap and started lathering me up. He used his body as the washcloth to rub the soap around. He took his time and did a fine job of not only getting me cleaned up but also aroused to full erection. Paul took special care with the cleaning of my penis. He put the shower massager on the same pulsating motion I had used on him; but he started with the lowest intensity and increased up from there. He put the water jet between my cock head and foreskin (which was already stretched tight due to my hard-on) and worked the pulsating water around and around my cock head. He then directed the water stream into my piss slit and then down my shaft and around my balls. He kept this action up at increasing water intensity until he had me on the verge of shooting another load. Paul judged where his arousal had taken me and swallowed my cock in one gulp. He yanked once on my nutsac and I exploded a second load of cum into his throat. "Thank you, Sir," he said and winked at me. I picked him up and we embraced and deep throated each other while the hot water fell over our bodies. After rinsing me off, Paul started licking and sucking all the water from my skin. He lingered on my most erogenous places. By the time he had finished "drying" my nipples, I was hard again. He finished drying every inch of my body off by playing with my asshole. He really got me hot.
"Does Sir want to get his asshole cleaned out too?" Paul asked. "You bet Paul. Stick that shower shot up there and douche me out!" I commanded. "With pleasure, Sir." Paul said as he retrieved the shower shot and after lubricating my hole with his tongue, pushed the bulb's nozzle up my ass. He started the stream of water into me and got me full in no time. We were both heavy with a gut full of ass-water. Our cocks were now both at full raging extension and we were both in the clutches of a very high energy sex dynamo.
"First one to lose his water gets his ass whipped" I challenged Paul. "I'm cramping already, Sir; but whatever you say!" Paul replied. I tossed Paul a towel and he dried himself off.
"Follow me, it's time for some morning PT." "Yes, Sir, I'm right behind you, Sir." Paul said as he followed me out the door onto our small private patio.
I started with a dozen push ups which Paul had no trouble in following. Then I started to do twenty jumping jacks. This put a lot of pressure on our guts whenever we spread our legs; but we each held our water. Now for the real test -- deep knee bends. I started with the knee bends and when we had reached #6, I felt the telltale rivulet of liquid running down my inner thigh. Paul had two bigger ones running down each of his inner thighs. "Looks like one of us is about to lose, doesn't it boy?" I asked. "Not this Marine!" Paul challenged. We finished off 20 of the deep knee bends and each lost a little water; but we were pretty much holding our own.
"OK run in place, Marine," I said as I picked up my legs to start a run in place. "Knees to your tits, Marine!" I ordered. We had both done about 2 or 3 minutes of this exercise when we reached our limit of holding in our ass-water. We both exploded almost in unison, although Paul started loosing it just before I joined in. We aimed our asses at the flower garden and gave them a watering and fertilizing all at once.
"Looks like a tie to me Gunney" I said. "Whatever you say, Sir." Paul responded. "Lets go check out the pool," I said. "Right behind you, Sir." We opened our patio's gate to find Terry already floating around the pool on one of the rafts. There was no one else in sight. Terry was oiled up and stretched out catching the sun on as much of his physique as possible. He hadn't noticed Paul and me entering the pool area. I looked at Paul and nodded towards Terry and winked. He caught my meaning right away. Without further ado we both charged the pool in the finest USMC fashion and did two cannonball dives aimed right at Terry. He didn't have a chance. The waves from out two splashes upset his float and he went into the pool. "You sons-o-bitches, this water's like ice. You wanna kill somebody," Terry screamed at us after he surfaced. "Good morning hunk," I said. "You looked too peaceful, pussy," Paul said with a pinch on Terry's ass. "Ouch! and just who are you calling pussy, butt boy?" Terry responded. They lunged at each other and engaged in mock combat for a few minutes. Both were dunking each other and pinching tits and asses.
"How did you guys sleep -- or did you?" asked Terry. "Like bugs in a rug," Paul answered. "Who was the bug and who was the rug?" Terry inquired. "Now just what do you think, Muscle-ass!" Paul responded.
"I was the happiest bug in captivity last night," Paul continued before Terry could say anything. We all swam around for about an hour; talking over last night's events and expanding on our new frinedships. Leo had joined us right after Terry's dousing and asked if we were hungry enough to go out for a late lunch or early dinner. Since I had agreed to drive Paul back to the base by 10 PM. I thought an early dinner would leave us enough time for some additional male bonding before I had to give him back to the USMC. We enjoyed a great dinner together and then helped Leo and Terry pack up for their ride back to LA. After bidding our two new friends farewell, Paul and I got in one more fantastic fuck before it was time to hit the road to 29 Palms. I dropped him off just a block from the Main Gate. We made a date for the following weekend. This time at my place in San Deigo.
Paul and I got together frequently for the next few months to continue the expansion of our budding relationship. As it often does, though, the Corps intervened with it's needs. This time it was Desert Storm. Paul and I wrote to each other frequently; but it just wasn't the same via mail. After the first TV war in history was in reruns, Paul stayed with me for 3 weeks prior to his transfer to Embassy duty in Dublin. From there, he was posted to Quantico as an Instructor, then on to GitMo in Cuba where I finally lost track of him.
I'll never forget that incredible weekend in Palm Springs or the subsequent time Paul and I spent together. Chance meetings that produce real results do happen. Even if they are transitory. By the way Paul, if you're out there reading this - I've kept all of your "favorite" instriments prepped and primed. So if you're ready to work up a sweat - GET IN TOUCH NOW...boy!