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Subject: Fiction - Male B&D - bondge10.txt - (10 0f 10) That's all, folks!
Date: 11 May 1996 09:21:25 GMT
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Please remember, we live in the age of acquired immune deficiency
syndrome.  Unlike our sexy fictional friends Daniel and Matt, and
their new friend Steve, we must remember in casual relationships
to use condoms and practice safe sex (not that Daniel and Matt
have any kind of casual relationship . . . ).


Bondage 10:  Daniel's Birthday

Morning

        Daniel awoke to feel the first warm rays of the sun reaching 
through the angled studio windows  high above.  Instantly, he was aware of 
the still-slumbering form of his lover, Matt, beside him, and a moment 
later, he remembered the date - it was Saturday, his birthday.
        The air in the big apartment was quiet, and dust motes lazily 
danced in the shafts of sunlight.  A sheen of sweat had formed on Daniel's 
brow and the sheets were sticky with the spent ardor of the previous 
night's lovemaking, so Daniel gently pushed the soft cotton sheets away 
from his upper body.  He saw that Matt, in his sleep, had already done so, 
for the sheets on Matt's side lay low about his hips.  Daniel glanced at 
his friend's muscular back.  Matt was highly tanned, and a narrow strip of 
untanned flesh was exposed just above where the sheets covered his buttocks 
and lower body.
        Daniel sighed in contentment.  He almost always awoke before Matt, 
and he would use the quiet moments to drowsily flush the remainder of 
dreams from his mind, set goals for the upcoming day, and reflect upon his 
generally pleasant life.  He stretched, and at his left ankle he could feel 
the encircling warmth of a locked, leather-lined shackle.  The shackle's 
short chain was fastened to the metal corner post of the scarred old bed, 
and it had been placed there by Daniel himself before he went to sleep.
        Matt didn't approve of overnight bondage sessions and often refused 
to give in to Daniel's desires, but Daniel liked the warm, limiting feel of 
ropes and chains against his flesh.  Matt had said nothing, the night 
before, as Daniel had attached the shackle, but still sweaty from their 
pairing, had watched with a purposefully neutral expression (which might 
have hidden secret amusement).  As a prelude to love making, Matt was 
generally more excited by Daniel's body than by bondage, but he gamely 
obliged Daniel's desires most of the time, and sometimes even allowed 
himself to be tied up by Daniel.  Matt didn't feel a need, a desire, a 
satisfaction in being bound, vulnerable, and exposed, not the way Daniel 
did.
        Daniel thought about that.  He knew that Matt felt as much love for 
him as he did for Matt.   That love was deeply satisfying, within him and a 
part of him, love that he knew he could never abandon.  Something like 
this, Daniel reflected, was what his parents must feel for each other.
        He and Matt were so much alike, and so very much unalike.  
Physically, Matt was a body builder, with big striated abdominals and 
massive arms and legs.  Daniel was whimpy compared to Matt, small and 
slender, with the lightweight, elongated build of an Olympic swimmer.  
        Matt was a year older than Daniel, and came from a working-class 
family.  Matt's father was a diesel mechanic, and his mom had stayed home 
to raise kids.  Daniel's father was a lawyer, and his mother sold real 
estate.   (A million in sales last year.  Daniel was proud of his mom.)
        Student loans and a job at the health club kept Matt in school, but 
maintaining a B or better average kept the parental bucks flowing for 
Daniel.  In fact, the need to make good grades was responsible for he and 
Matt having met.  Daniel, finding himself floundering in an introductory 
calculus class, had been referred by a teacher's assistant to Matt as a 
tutor.  At the time, both had been living in dorms on campus, but a 
relationship had soon developed between them, and after weeks of searching 
Daniel had found the rental room in the old, converted paint factory that 
they now shared.
        Daniel smiled.  He knew that two things about him confused his 
friend.  One was that Daniel was bisexual.  Although he dearly loved Matt, 
he also had a ongoing relationship with a young woman, the warm, dizzying, 
unquenchable Taylor from downstairs (who also, it turned out, was bisexual, 
and lived with her lover, Sarah.  The second thing that confused Matt 
was the very fact that Daniel was such an ardent bondage enthusiast.  He 
loved to be tied, chained, and shackled, and loved seeing other people 
being tied, chained, and shackled.
        Even though Matt had come to accept these two characteristics of 
Daniel's, sometimes Matt questioned Daniel about how he had come to be that 
way.  Daniel could only answer that he had always been like that.  His 
first erections were from reading comic books, where, at least once per 
episode, the (often hunky) hero was bound and gagged and forced to kneel in 
front of the enemy's throne, or staked out (shirtless and) spread-eagled 
under the (descending) razor-sharp pendulum, or any of a dozen standard 
perils.  Comic books were his earliest turn-on.
        At the age of twelve, Daniel had persuaded an eleven-year old 
cousin named Joshua to hog-tie him in the back yard.  While Daniel, 
barefoot and shirtless, squirmed in delight, his mother had glanced out of 
a kitchen window and then put a stop to the horse play, leaving a 
frustrated Daniel with dirt on his chest and marking the outline of an 
aching erection inside his jeans.  Of course, he had no desire whatsoever 
to explain any part of this to his mom.
        Because of this event, Daniel had become far more circumspect in 
his bondage play.  Alone in his room and in the loft above the garage, he 
had practiced auto-bondage, binding himself with rope and a pair of 
handcuffs that he had secretly purchased at a pawn shop.  He enjoyed 
fantasizing that he was helpless and vulnerable.  In high school, he 
discovered that he was equally attracted to girls and boys, and determined 
that with a little planning and the right amount of luck, he could find 
himself in bed with either sex.  Getting his choice of partner into the 
sack was one thing, though, but getting them to tie him up was another 
thing entirely.
        Matt grunted and began to wake up.   Daniel had watched the process 
hundreds of times and could almost have choreographed his partner's 
movements.  First, Matt's arms moved.  One arm pushed beneath the pillow 
and another came up to shield his face from the morning light.  Then Matt 
burrowed his face into the pillow, as if seeking more darkness and more 
slumber.  The quality of Matt's breathing changed, going from sleep to 
wakefulness.  As Daniel grinned, Matt groaned again.
        "Wha'zit?" Matt grumbled, his voice muffled by the pillow.
        Daniel resisted the urge to laugh aloud.  Instead he looked at the 
Mickey Mouse clock on the bed stand.  "It's after nine," he said softly.
        Matt gave out a longer groan.  At this point, he would either go 
back to sleep or stretch a leg over the side of the bed, testing the still 
air for its lack of firmness, Daniel supposed.   For a moment, nothing 
happened, and then Matt's right knee flexed.  Casually, he slipped his leg 
over to the edge of the bed, with his foot dangling over the side.  This 
movement made the covers slip further down, and Daniel had a view of Matt's 
ass.  Just this view was enough to spark Daniel's imagination and get some 
attention from his cock.  As if it had a mind of it's own, it plumped and 
began to slide up his right thigh. 
        In vain, of course.  Matt wasn't into early morning lovemaking.  He 
wasn't a morning person. 
        "Gotta pee," Matt said, which was an uncharacteristically clear 
communication for so early in the morning.   He threw the covers the rest 
of the way back and found his feet on the wooden flooring.  He yawned, and 
then looked at Daniel, who had the sheet gathered modestly about his waist.  
"Mornin'," he said, and yawned again.
        Daniel grinned.
        Matt looked blank and fuzzy for a long moment, and then said, "Oh," 
as realization descended.  "It's your birthday."
        Daniel nodded.
        They had struck a deal.  Daniel's birthday present, at Daniel's 
request, was to be twenty-four hours in bondage.  It had started at 
midnight Friday, when the shackle first cinched around his ankle, and would 
end at midnight Saturday.  By fastening the shackle himself, Daniel had 
kicked off the period, as well as having indicated that he was a willing 
participant.
        Matt grinned too, although somewhat ruefully.  It seemed that he 
had a slave for the day.  Daniel would do anything he asked (ordered), but 
he had promised to ensure that Daniel would spend the entire time bound in 
some fashion.
        "Well," said Matt, "I still gotta pee.  Hang loose."
        With that, he stood up and walked naked across the room.  Daniel 
watched him go, watching the play of muscles on Matt's back, ass, and legs.  
Matt padded past the cabinet that held the key to the shackle at Daniel's 
ankle.  The key would remain there until and if Matt decided to release 
him. Matt disappeared into the bathroom, and Daniel heard the rustle of 
Matt's piss against ceramic, and a moment later, the shower starting.  For 
a second, he wondered if Matt remembered that he was chained to the 
bedpost.  It was a well-developed part of their routine that they showered 
together in the large, industrial-style shower room each morning.
        After a moment, a sleepy-eyed Matt reappeared, and he walked across 
the room to the closet where he and Daniel kept their collection of bondage 
toys.  The closet's door obstructed Daniel's view, but he heard the jangle 
of chains being moved, the soft susurration of ropes sliding over cardboard 
boxes, and he grinned.  Matt had not forgotten.
        "One of these days," Matt said, "I'm gonna make you straighten all 
this junk out.  Maybe get some hooks and stuff and hang it all neatly up."  
Matt stepped around the door, and Daniel could see that he carried a pair 
of handcuffs and a pair of brightly reflective ankle shackles.  Stainless 
steel.  The length of chain between the anklets was about eighteen inches, 
and Matt liked to refer to them as the "hobble chains".
        "Then," said Matt, "it won't take so long to locate the proper
 . . equipment."  He elbowed the closet door closed and padded over to the 
bed.  Daniel folded the bed sheets away from his lower body and looked up 
at his lover, his partner, his owner, his master.  "Here," said Matt, 
handing Daniel the anklets, "put these on."
        As Daniel obediently leaned forward, Matt admired the slender boy's 
form.  After the metal anklets clicked into place, Matt ordered, "On your 
belly."  Seconds later, he was attaching the silver cuffs to Daniel's 
wrists.  With his left hand, Matt ran his index finger up the warm line 
between Daniel's ass cheeks, brushing lightly against Daniel's anus.  When 
the bound boy squirmed, Matt smiled and said, "Hold that thought," and then 
he padded across the room to the cabinet and retrieved the key to the 
shackles.  He realized that he would also need the key to the handcuffs, 
and he walked back to the closet.  The keys were hanging on a hook, 
attached to a short chain like soldiers use for dog tags.
        This was imminently practical, because one of the safest places to 
keep the keys of bondage devices is around the neck of the victim.  In 
severe cases, a bit of surgical tape would serve to hold them down against 
the captive's chest, making escape impossible while still providing easy 
access to the releasing key.
        Matt opened the small padlock on the leather restraint, leaving the 
key hanging in the lock.  "Let's head for the showers," Matt told Daniel.  
Daniel turned over, and Matt assisted him to the edge of the bed by simply 
grabbing the length of chain between Daniel's ankles and dragging his legs 
sideways.  He watched as Daniel's bound feet found the floor and the boy 
stood up.  "C'mon," said Matt.  With a hand at Daniel's left elbow, he 
guided the boy toward the restroom.  Due to the length of the chain, Daniel 
was unable to make normal strides.  It took almost a minute for them to 
cross the room.
        Matt stopped in front of a stall.  "You gotta?" he asked.  Daniel 
nodded.  "In you go," said Matt.  Daniel stepped forward.  His need was 
fairly urgent, but his cock was at half-mast.  Hitting the oval target with 
his hands bound behind his back would be tricky.  Tricky, yes, but not 
impossible.  (Daniel had had practice).  Matt walked away, leaving Daniel 
alone to his toiletry.  Daniel looked at the commode, and then flexed his 
knees and gripped the bowl with the inside of his knees.  He leaned forward 
until his forehead contacted the tiles, and then he willed himself to pee.   
A dribble came out.  Feeling far more need, he employed a mental device 
inspired by the space shuttle program.  "Ten, nine, eight, seven . . . 
three, two, one, blast-off!" he said softly, and was rewarded by a slight, 
then strengthening stream.  (Sometimes, it seems, it takes a while for 
everything inside to get in proper alignment, or something.)  
        After a short eternity (it always seems to take forever when 
pissing past a partial hardon), Daniel had finished.  He pressed the handle 
of the "Flush-o-matic" with his forehead, arched his back and stood up, and 
hobbled out of the stall to find Matt.
        Matt was standing in front of one of the sinks, critically 
examining his face in the mirror.  At the age of twenty-one, Matt was still 
finding an occasional zit, and it offended him immensely.  Daniel came and 
stood behind him, silently.
        "In there," said Matt, hooking a thumb in the direction of the 
showers.  Obediently, Daniel headed for the shower room.  Matt had started 
the two corner showers, and a rush of steam gushered upward from the cool 
tile floor.  Daniel knew that Matt had chosen the two corner showers 
specifically, for an exposed pipe ran right between the two, and if Daniel 
stood on tiptoe, he could just clasp his hands around the pipe.  They had 
employed the pipe before.
        "Key" said Matt.  He had padded into the shower behind Daniel.  
Daniel obediently lowered his head, making it easy for Matt to retrieve the 
chain and key.  When he had the key, he placed a hand on Daniel's shoulder 
and turned the boy.  A moment later, Matt had released one side of the 
cuffs.  "Front, hands out," said Matt.
        Daniel held his wrist in front and watched as Matt reattached the 
handcuffs.  He could not help but look at Matt's body.  The steam coming 
from the showers made the light reflect nicely on Matt's body, the sheen 
making the boy's pronounced musculature stand out.  A younger Daniel had 
once dreamed of having a body like Matt's, but now, and it was ironical, he 
realized that if he did have a body builder's profile, maybe Matt wouldn't 
have been attracted to him.  Even as Daniel felt the cool metal tighten at 
his wrists, he mentally shrugged.  He'd rather be a ninety pound weakling 
with a muscular lover that loved his skinny body, than a Charles Atlas if 
it meant no handsome lover named Matt.
        "Stand here a minute, while I rinse," said Matt, "and then you can 
wash me."
        Daniel nodded, and watched as Matt stepped under the rushing 
waters.  Matt raised each arm in turn, exposing his armpits to the stream, 
and then he turned and allowed the water to rush down his broad back.  
Daniel was becoming hard again.  It was hard to resist the urge to take 
himself in hand. Then Matt stepped out of the dual streams and handed a bar 
of soap to Daniel.  Holding the soap bar in both hands, Daniel began to 
soap his partner.
        First, Matt's chest and stomach, lingering on the muscular boy's 
washboard abs.  Then around the pubic hair on each side, Daniel's movements 
made somewhat clumsy by the handcuffs.  Unable to separate his hands, he 
had to keep changing his stance to reach the areas of Matt's body that he 
desired. 
        Matt lifted an arm and rested his hand behind his head, indicating 
that Daniel should devote some attention to his underarm.  With both hands 
clasping the slippery soap, Daniel worked over the armpit, teasing the 
curly hairs with his fingernails.  After a short time, Matt turned and 
offered the other armpit.  It became the target of Daniel's attention, 
until Matt lowered his arms and offered Daniel his broad back.
        Quickly, Daniel soaped Matt's shoulders and back, and devoted his 
attention to Matt's ass.  The tan line that he had admired earlier was 
readily apparent in the shower.  Daniel wondered how  scandalized Matt's 
mom and numerous siblings would be to see the abbreviated swim suit that 
had produced this tan line.
        Where had that thought come from? Daniel wondered.  He squatted on 
the tiles and moved his hands down the back of Matt's thighs, lingering in 
the area behind Matt's knees.  He knew that this was a sensitive area for 
Matt, and Daniel touched it lightly, caressing the skin in small circles.  
After a few seconds, Matt moved his legs, indicating that that was enough, 
and Daniel continued down to Matt's ankles and heels.
        Matt again turned, and Daniel started on Matt's feet, soaping each 
toe and rubbing the suds between each toe.  Then he traveled upward, 
soaping ankles, shins, and knees.  By this time, Matt had a partial 
erection.  Daniel looked up at Matt's face and found the other boy 
watching.  Matt's expression was neutral.  Daniel wasn't sure how to read 
it.  Tentatively, he began to soap up Matt's cock and balls, which moved 
beneath his hands.  How far, he wondered, did Matt want him to go?
        Matt solved Daniel's dilemma by stepping back, disengaging himself 
from Daniel's ministrations.  "Let's get you wet, too," said Matt.  He 
indicated the shower, and Daniel stepped forward under the combined force 
of the streams.  The water was warm, but not unpleasantly so.  He watched 
as Matt rinsed himself, and then raised his own arms and allowed his body 
to soak.  He ducked his head under the stream and withdrew to see that Matt 
was watching him.  Daniel's eyes traveled down to Matt's cock.  It was 
unlimbered and plump, but not fully erect.  It was unlikely that Matt was 
thinking of taking him in the shower, as sometimes happened.  Daniel felt 
slight disappointment.
        "Now you," said Matt.  Daniel stepped away from the stream and, 
without being commanded, placed his hands atop his head.  Matt smiled 
approval and began to soap up Daniel.  He did so perfunctorily, lingering 
on no single spot, and was soon directing Daniel back into the shower's 
stream.  Daniel rinsed himself thoroughly and then looked at Matt.
        "That's as clean as we can get," said Matt.  "Go drip off." 
        Daniel shuffled off to the  corner of the shower room, and watched 
as Matt relaxed a moment longer under the combined force of the two 
showers.  Then Matt stepped back and turned off the showers.  As he padded 
toward the door, he picked up two turkish towels on a towel rack.  The 
towels had been a Christmas gift from Daniel's mom.
        "Hands against the wall," Matt said.  When Daniel complied, Matt 
briskly rubbed Daniel's hair, back, and down to his shackled ankles.  "Face 
front and hands on head," Matt ordered, and then he dried Daniel's front, 
from his face down to his toes.  When he finished, he told Daniel to go 
make breakfast, and leisurely dried himself.

        "Baywatch," said Matt, patting the sofa beside where he sat.  After 
eating Daniel's sausage and grits, which Daniel served while bound and 
naked, Matt had changed into a pair of jeans and a muscle tee.   On the 
television screen, shapely men and women in swim suits ran in slow motion 
on a beach.  Matt moved the handcuffs so that Daniel's hands were again 
behind his back, and then made a spot under his arm for Daniel.  The 
slender boy folded his legs underneath himself and slid into the cover of 
Matt's arm.  Matt pulled him close, and with Daniel's head resting against 
his shoulder, the two watched the show for a time.
        Matt pretended to be interested in the predictable plot for a 
while, then he revealed his real interest.   With a delicate touch, he 
traced the line of Daniel's jaw and then he pressed his fingertips against 
Daniel's face.  Daniel's face turned and his eyes found his master's, and 
then both boys were moving.  Their lips met, and they kissed.  Within 
seconds, Matt was filled with the taste of him, the slender captive at his 
side that existed for his pleasure.  With a bit of pressure, Daniel's jaws 
opened, and Matt's tongue was exploring the smoothness of Daniel's teeth.  
Daniel's breath was warm and moist on his cheek.  Matt felt his cock 
stirring in his jeans.
        Soon, Matt had his hands on Daniel's shoulders, directing the 
slender boy to lay down on the old sofa.  Daniel's hands were pressed down 
against the angle of the couch, and his body was stretched out, filling 
Matt's vision.  Matt gave Daniel's lower lip a light nip, and then moved 
his attention to Daniel's nipples.  He lightly touched each nipple with the 
tip of his tongue, and he moved his tongue in small circles that brought 
each nipple to attention.  He could tell by the tension in Daniel's body 
that his teasing was having an effect.  He could see Daniel's cock in the 
corner of his vision.  A definite effect.
        Matt moved down to Daniel's belly button.  He knew from previous 
experience that Daniel's umbilicus was sensitive to his touch.  He plunged 
the tip of his tongue into the narrow cavity, and felt the warm touch of 
Daniel's cock against his jaw.  To this organ, too, he devoted some 
attention, but it was early in Daniel's birthday weekend, and he couldn't 
allow the boy to cum too soon or too often.
        Matt satisfied himself by concentrating his touch at the juncture 
of flesh just beneath Daniel's glans.  With a repetitive motion that would 
drive Daniel wild, but would not produce orgasm, he teased his captive.  He 
continued until Daniel was shuddering and gasping, and then he stopped.
        He moved down to Daniel's feet and ran his tongue along the boy's 
sensitive insoles.  Daniel's head was raised, his eyes excited, watching 
Matt.  Daniel's cock lay against his belly, throbbing in frustration, 
wavering with the slender boy's heartbeat.
        Matt unbuttoned his jeans and shrugged out of them.  His own 
thickly corded cock, released from confinement, was fully erect and thrust 
forward hungrily.  With both hands, Matt pulled the tee shirt over his head 
and tossed it to the floor.
        Daniel saw a drop of pre-cum glistening at the end of Matt's cock, 
and he felt a sudden, palpable hunger for that organ.  Matt stroked his 
member lazily while Daniel watched, and then their eyes met.  Daniel 
immediately began to struggle to turn over on the couch.  Matt helped him 
turn, and then, with both hands, lifted the slender boy's hips.  Daniel, 
sensing Matt's intention, scissored his legs upward toward his chest and 
pushed his knees apart, thrusting his ass upward.
        Seconds later, Matt was straddling Daniel's bound ankles and 
letting a glistening drop fall from his cock to the warm area between 
Daniel's ass cheeks.  In his urgency, that lubricant would suffice.  With 
one hand steadying Daniel and with one hand on his own throbbing cock, he 
guided himself forward.  His german helmet touched Daniel's asshole, paused 
for a moment, and then plunged inside.
        The side of Daniel's face was pressed against the sofa, and he 
gasped when the larger boy penetrated him.   Matt's large cock always 
seemed to fill him to the point of bursting.  It took Daniel some seconds 
to accommodate Matt, and then he was searching for a matching rhythm.
        Matt slowly slid forward his entire length into Daniel, until his 
groin bottomed against the other boy's ass.  Then he started the first 
long, slow glide outward, stopping only when the lip of his german helmet 
contacted Daniel's sphincter.  The second stroke was quicker, and slightly 
downward, to ensure that Daniel would derive some enjoyment from the 
pressure against his prostate.  A third and fourth stroke, and Matt was 
establishing a rhythm.
        Daniel responded, subconsciously matching his movements to that of 
his partner.  When Matt came forward, Daniel rose to the meet him, and when 
Matt slid rearward, Daniel lowered himself.  Daniel was a skilled lover, 
and he imagined that he could actually feel the distended veins on Matt's 
cock rippling past his anus.
        Matt, by this time, was going on instinct.  His thrusts quickening, 
his buttocks clinching with each stroke.  Perspiration appeared on his 
brow, and his chest reddened with effort.  Both of his hands were now on 
Daniel's ass, and he was unaware that Daniel was matching his movements.  
Matt's eyes were closed.
        Daniel's own cock was stiffly erect, and pre-cum dripped from his 
piss slit to the sofa.  He could feel Matt's balls slapping against his own 
each time the other boy thrust forward.  Daniel's asshole began to tighten 
with each stroke,  and his body shuddered with every impact.
        A pressure was building in Matt's gut, and a tingling sensation was 
forming in his groin.  With his eyes closed, he began to give voice to the 
sensations that were building within his body.  The feeling became warmth, 
and the warmth became heat, and then his body was clinching convulsively.  
From deep within him came a wave of pure sensation, a jangling percussion 
that invaded his nervous pathways and left them aflame.
        Then he came.
        He came in sparklers, in fireworks, in dazzling pyrotechnics that 
split the sky and caused it to resound with thunder. He came in waves of 
sensation that moved and shuddered and came again and again.  He voiced his 
ecstasy in a hoarse cry, and then he came again.
        Daniel's knees moved inward, trapping Matt's knees between them, as 
if he could trap the larger boy in that moment, that position.  His belly 
rippled with each thrust he received.  Subconsciously, Daniel tightened his 
asshole, and milked Matt's cock.  
        And when it happened for a fifth and final time, Matt stood on his 
knees, wavering as the echoes of the event parsed his nerves and left him 
shudderingly, vaguely wanting more.  He kept his eyes closed with his 
member still inside his partner until the memory of the pyrotechnics became 
dim and he was left with a soft, pleasant glow that appealed to the lazy 
part of him.
        He opened his eyes and looked at his partner.  Daniel's hungry ass 
was still upright, and Matt's hardness was still impaled in that warm 
flesh.  Gently, he pulled himself out, and then he lowered his head, so 
that his forehead was resting against the cushion of Daniel's upturned 
palms.
        For a short time, he rested, until his breathing steadied, and 
eventually his captive squirmed.  Then he was pulling his bound partner 
upward, and Daniel fell back against Matt, grateful to be able to share his 
warmth and the comfort of his arms.

Afternoon

        Daniel, nude and handcuffed, sat in the center of the bed and 
watched as Matt placed next to him two short chains, two leather ankle 
restraints, a studded slave collar, and a length of cotton rope.  Daniel 
had expected one or more episodes of severe bondage before the day was 
over, and it now looked as if Matt were ready to oblige him.
        Matt had slipped back into his faded jeans, but had not replaced 
the tee shirt.  His movements were efficient and businesslike as he climbed 
up onto the bed.  "Hands," he said.   Within a minute, he had the handcuffs 
off and had expertly tied Daniel's crossed wrists.  Next Matt placed the 
collar around Daniel's neck.  He located the latch at the back, so that the 
largest ring was at the center of the boy's throat.   Then the ankle 
restraints were applied.
        Matt stopped and looked at his captive's face.   Daniel's eyes were 
excited, but the boy seemed eager to continue.  Matt mentally shrugged, and 
then he attached the ends of the chains to the ankle restraints.   He 
lifted Daniel's ankles and placed them heel to heel in front of the bound 
boy, about two feet from Daniel's balls.  Daniel's knees were widely 
separated.
        Again, Matt looked at Daniel.   "The keyword is 'Stop'," Matt said.
        Daniel nodded, indicating that he knew that his master would 
release him if he said the word stop.  In his heart, he would have 
preferred to be gagged, but Matt had strong feelings about either partner 
always being able to stop a session of severe bondage.  Daniel knew that 
this was a sensible arrangement.  
        Then Daniel leaned forward, bending his head down toward his feet.
        Matt pulled upward on Daniel's ankles and attached the two short 
chains to the slave collar.  The catches clinked into place.
        Daniel's toes were inches from his mouth.  He tried to relax 
against the restraints, but the two chains remained taut.  It was an 
uncomfortable position.
        Matt gave his captive an encouraging pat, climbed off the bed, and 
padded toward the kitchen.
        As Matt's footsteps receded, Daniel squirmed.  He tried the ropes 
at his wrists.  They were tight, but not so tight as cut off his 
circulation.  He tried to rotate his wrists.  Unable to.  Matt had clearly 
tied him well.  Daniel squirmed again.  Already, he could feel a line of 
sweat forming between his arms, hands, and back.
        He could feel his own warm breath against his feet.  He tried to 
utterly relax, but the short chains fought against the natural tendency
of his back to straighten. He forced himself to take deep breaths.
        Matt returned a few minutes later.  He placed a kitchen timer on 
the bed stand, which was behind and to the right of Daniel's position.  The 
timer was ticking loudly.  Matt looked at his captive.  Sandy blond hair 
hanging low, almost touching the ankle shackles.  Slender hips and 
vee-shaped torso.  Ass cheeks spread wide.   The smooth outline of ribs 
moving underneath the skin when he breathed.  Knobby protrusions of spinal 
bones.
        Matt nodded to himself, and then glanced at the clock.  It would 
sound a chime in sixty minutes.  Matt gave his captive another glance, and 
then, without saying a word, he walked away again.
        Daniel could hear the sound of the kitchen timer behind him, but he 
was unable to move his head far enough to see it.  He had not yet begun to 
ache, but he knew that stage would be coming, well before the clock went 
off.

        Matt had moved to the opposite end of the large room and turned on 
the stereo.  The music was low.  Eagles.  Desperado.  Daniel knew that Matt 
was probably sinking into the large, faded Lazy Boy that they had picked up 
at a yard sale.  Maybe he would reach for a copy of Field and Stream, or 
Off Road and Four Wheel Drive.
        Daniel listened to the kitchen timer and concentrated on his 
breathing.

        After a while, the phone rang.  Daniel heard the squeak of the old 
recliner.
        "Oh, hi!" he heard Matt say.  "Nothing much, just kinda taking it 
easy."
        "Probably go to a bar tonight."
        "Yeah, one a THEM kinda bars."  Matt laughed.
        "He's right here, but he's kinda tied up at the moment."
        "Un-huh."
        "Okay.  See ya."

        The CD player changed.  Foreigner.  Double Vision.  Daniel listened 
to the kitchen timer.  His back had begun to ache.

        Matt zipped down the antenna of the portable phone and looked at 
his captive.  Daniel didn't seem to be in any distress.  Matt walked back 
to the recliner, thinking about where they should go.  The Raptor?  Maybe 
knock back a few brewskies and show off his captive?  Daniel could wear the 
new leather vest and chaps he had gotten from the leather shop.  They could 
go into the Raptor's back room, where shirts were optional.  Other "tops"  
could ogle and admire his captive.  Look, that is, but don't touch.
        Matt sank down into the recliner.  He picked up the magazine that 
he had been reading and unfolded it in his lap.  It was an issue of Popular 
Mechanics.  

        Daniel felt a drop of sweat roll down his back and lodge between 
his spread ass cheeks.   He was thinking of nothing but his bondage.  His 
world had narrowed.  It consisted of his space on the bed, the ticking of 
the kitchen timer,  the distant music, and his rhythmic breathing.  His 
contorted position and the pull of the ankle chains stretching his spine 
had taken him through discomfort to pain to numbness.

        Again the CD changed.  Lover Boy.  Steal the thunder.  Daniel was 
hardly aware of it.

        Matt looked at the clock.  Almost an hour.   He looked across at 
Daniel, wondering what the boy was feeling.

        Daniel's cock was pressed up against his belly.  He had found that 
if he rocked just a little he could make the tip of his cock rub against 
his stomach.  Each movement caused the chains to pull painfully against his 
collar, but he did it anyway.  His legs had become numb, and his body was 
covered in sweat.  His bound hands were useless behind his back.  He sat 
quietly and rocked, lost in a silent reverie.

        Matt quietly padded up to the bed.  He saw the small movements that 
his captive was making.   He watched the bound boy rhythmically moving.  He 
felt his cock stirring within his jeans.  
        Daniel gave no indication that he had noticed Matt's approach.
        The timer went off with a ping.
        Daniel raised his head in confusion.  Could it really have been an 
hour?  He became aware that his friend was standing at the bedside.
        "That's it, boyo," said Matt.  He moved forward, ignoring the 
swelling within his jeans.  He unsnapped the chains at Daniel's throat.  
Immediately the bound boy sat up a few inches.
        Daniel felt the strength returning to his body.  At first, it came 
on a wave of new pain that left him breathless, but soon it moderated into 
a thousand stinging needles of restored circulation.
        Matt turned Daniel over onto his stomach.  The slender boy's legs 
stretched out on the sheets.  Matt noticed how sweaty the boy and the 
sheets were.  He critically inspected the ropes binding Daniel's wrists, 
giving the meaty part of Daniel's hands each a squeeze.  As soon as he 
released his grip the white fingerprints dissapeared, indicating that the 
circulation in Daniel's hands was adequate.
        Adequate, yes.  But the boy had spent an hour in tight bondage.  
Now he should walk it off.  "C'mon," said Matt.  "On your feet."
        Daniel turned his head and looked at his partner.  The blood flow 
was just now returning to his legs, and he felt like he should rest a few 
minutes more.  He started to complain, but Matt's expression brooked no 
exceptions.  Groaning, Daniel began to squirm toward the side of the bed.  
Matt bodily gave him an assist, and soon Daniel was standing beside the 
bed.  The short chains dangled from the ankle restraints.
        Matt eyed the throbbing erection that Daniel had.  A droplet of 
pre-cum glistened in the tip.  He imagined the taste of that drop against 
his tongue.
        Daniel observed his partner, and he almost smiled.  Matt had that 
hungry look that he knew so well.
        Matt took Daniel's elbow and led him toward the couch.  On the way, 
he unbuttoned and clumsily shrugged out of his jeans.  Matt's own cock was 
erect and nodding with his heartbeat.  "Here," said Matt, and he clumsily 
turned Daniel and pushed him down onto the edge of the couch.   A moment 
later,  Matt was kneeling at the foot of the couch.
        Daniel leaned against the sofa back.  The muscular boy was between 
his legs, reaching for Daniel's erect member.  Daniel watched as Matt took 
the length of his cock in hand.  With the tip of his tongue, Matt began to 
trace delicate circles on the head.
        Matt's touch was almost electric.  Daniel shivered at the first 
contact.  Matt toyed with Daniel's cock a little longer, torturing the 
glistening tip and the sensitive underside with his tongue, and then he 
made a bed with his tongue and drew in the throbbing shaft.  Without 
pressing his lips against the shaft, he moved his head in a small circular 
motion, first clockwise and then clockwise.  The sensitive head of Daniel's 
penis, in effect,  explored the interior of Matt's mouth.  Matt continued 
this motion for a few minutes, until the taste within his mouth told him 
that the boy was ready. 
        Daniel planted his feet firmly on the floor and pushed his hips 
outward, offering more of himself. 
        Matt pulled back, catching Daniel's member in his hand.  He wrapped 
his hand around the shaft, encasing it.  Then, with his lips slightly open, 
he again made a bed with his tongue and drew the boy in until he felt the 
cock brushing the inside of his cheeks.  Daniel's cock was a perfect fit 
for Matt's mouth, and he took Daniel's entirety.  After a few slow fore and 
aft movements,  he had the strokes down, and began to work magic.
        At the top of each stroke, he turned his head slightly to the side, 
putting a slight tension right where it would have maximum effect.  And to 
this, he added a suction that helped to draw Daniel's cock in.  At the 
bottom of the stroke, he began to slowly exhale, so that his exhalation 
cooled Daniel's tender cock flesh.
        Daniel tilted his head back against the sofa and closed his eyes.  
Daniel had risen to tiptoe on the edge of the couch, thrusting his hips 
upward and outward.
        At the beginning of the next stroke, Matt tightly closed his lip 
and expanded his lungs, creating a vacuum that sucked his face down the 
shaft.  At the base of the stroke, he quickly inhaled and repeated the slow 
exhalation.  He continued this sequence.
        Daniel eyes were tightly closed.  His breathing changed to match 
the speed with which Matt sucked his cock.  The sensation at the beginning 
and end of each stroke was incredible.  There was a warm, soft bolt of 
pleasure forming within his groin.  With each stroke, the sensation and the 
pleasure grew.
        Daniel began to voice his pleasure.  Matt's hands went to Daniel's 
hips.  He tried to hold onto the boy there, but soon gave up and simply 
grasped Daniel's thighs.  Without breaking rhythm, he lifted Daniel's 
thighs up to shoulder level.  Then, with his own eyes tightly closed, he  
accelerated the up and down motion.
        Daniel's toes clinched.  The pleasurable sensation had built and 
now he felt a white hot tension that threatened to take him over.  Still 
the rhythmic motions continued, but Daniel's thoughts were far away.  An 
ancient, wild part of his mind had taken him.  He was operating on pure 
instinct.  The sensations crested, and he could take it no longer.  His 
legs rocketed convulsively against his partner's shoulders, a pulse formed 
in his belly, his hips shot upward, and he came, thrusting a jet of hot 
jism into Matt's mouth.
        Matt rode the thrust like a cowboy on a bronco.  Still, he wouldn't 
let go.  He locked himself to the slender boy.  When the first wave passed, 
he quickly repositioned himself, worked at the head of Daniel's cock, 
readying himself for the next wave.  Immediately, it came.
        Daniel later could not have described all this, for he when he was 
within the throes of it.  With each explosion,  electricity crackled along 
his nervous pathways, and he was entirely given to animalistic pleasure.
        Several times he came, and then his reservior was empty.  His body 
clutched at one crinkly dry come, and then he fell back, exhausted and 
depleted.  With his eyes still closed, he fell inward on himself, savoring 
the last residual impulses as they faded from his system.
          When he opened his eyes, his muscular partner was grinning at 
him.  A toothy grin.  Daniel grinned, too, and then Matt reached up and 
pulled Daniel close.  When Daniel's tongue entered Matt's mouth, Daniel 
tasted the salty tang of his own cum.

Evening

        An afternoon rain had lifted and mixed the oil residue on the 
street, and the highways shone wetly, making the headlight beams of the 
Camaro flash iridescence.  At the wheel of the red sports coupe, Matt 
scanned up and down the street as he slowly cruised past the front of the 
Raptor.  There had been no homophobe/gay-hater/redneck trouble in more than 
a year, but it didn't hurt to be careful.
        Daniel sat on the passenger side of the Camaro.  He too was looking 
for trouble, and like Matt, hoping that they wouldn't find it.  Unlike 
Matt, he was in no condition to defend himself, what with the way he was 
handcuffed, and the way he was dressed.
        A homophobe/gay-hater/redneck just wouldn't understand.
        Daniel was wearing soft brown chaps, a red bandana, and a black 
leather bikini.  That's all.  His  feet were bare, and his hands were 
cuffed behind his back.
        Matt was wearing cowboy boots, jeans, a western shirt, and a cowboy 
hat.  Far from looking ridiculous, his attire accentuated his physique, in 
a masculine way.
        Two men were loitering and laughing near a parked car.  Their 
manner of dress indicated that maybe they were taking a breather from the 
club.  Anyway, the way was clear.  Matt pulled into a parking spot that was 
right beside a handicapped spot.  He turned to Daniel.  "Ready?"
        "Yes, sir," said Daniel.
        A moment later, Matt was opening Daniel's door.  The slender, bound 
boy emerged, looking around uncomfortably.  Matt took his elbow and let him 
to the corner entrance of the club.  Pressing through the door, they found 
the bouncer, who took six dollars from Matt and ushered them through 
without more than a glance at Daniel.
        The sound level hit them like a change in air pressure.  It was a 
wordless, rhythmically thumping kind of pornographic melody, heard only in 
gay bars and totally meaningless in the real world.  The dance floor was 
covered by whirling, gyrating bodies.  Matt scanned the room, but saw only 
a few casual acquaintances.  With his hand still on Daniel's elbow, he led 
them to the back room.
        A hunky-looking bodybuilder stood at the entrance to the large 
room.  He glanced at Daniel's bandana and outfit and nodded.  When Matt 
removed his western shirt and gave it to the man, the man nodded them 
through, and he and Matt exchanged appreciative glances.  Matt was allowed 
to keep his Stetson.  The shirt went on a hook beside the room guard.
        Inside, the music was not quite as oppressive.  Leather-clad men in 
pairs and singles were sitting at chairs and tables around the room.  An 
ell-shaped bar took up the far corner.  Matt directed his captive to a 
table.
        A moment later, a waiter appeared.  He was dressed in a thong 
bikini and a severely ripped tee shirt.  His hair was blonde and he had a 
narrow face.  Definitely cute, (he looked a poster boy for the Seattle 
sound), and he seemed friendly.  "Hey, dudes," he said, "what'll ya have?"
        "St. Pauli Girl," said Matt, " and a Sprite with a straw for my 
friend."
        The waiter looked at Daniel.  The slender boy was sitting on the 
edge of his chair, with his hands hidden behind his back.  The waiter 
winked at Daniel, and then said to Matt,  "Be just a shake."
        Daniel looked around the room.  There were a dozen or more men 
wearing vests, and perhaps twice as many were bare-chested.  Several men 
were wearing leather caps.  At the next table, two men were talking.  Over 
the loud music,  Daniel couldn't hear what they were discussing, but one 
man was gesticulating in broad sweeps.  They seemed to be arguing in a 
quiet, but subdued  fashion.  At the bar, a chubby young man was brooding 
over his drink.  In the far corner, a tall, slender young man was standing, 
nursing a beer.  He was wearing sandals and a leather bikini not very 
different from Daniel's.  Daniel glanced past the boy, and then his gaze 
returned.  The boy was attractive.  Daniel stared at him for several 
seconds.
        The waiter returned with their drinks, and Matt gave him a ten.   
After a few minutes, in which Matt drank his beer and Daniel sipped his 
cold drink, a man approached the table.
        He was older than both Matt and Daniel, perhaps in his upper 
forties, and he had a buzz haircut and wore tight leather pants.  As he 
came near, he appreciatively and obviously eyed Daniel and Matt .  The man 
had the rippled stomach, prominently-divided pectorals, and sinewy neck 
musculature of the serious bodybuilder.  His chest was shaven hairless, but 
his tan was deep and immaculate.  
        "Hiya," the man said.  His teeth were perfectly aligned, white.
        Matt looked up at the man.   "Hey," said Matt, in a noncommittal, 
disinterested way. 
        "Welcome to the Raptor," said the man, "do you come here often?"
        "Often enough," said Matt.  He took a sip of his beer.
        Daniel looked down at the table during the entire exchange.  When 
two masters were talking, a slave spoke only when spoken to.   Daniel had 
confidence in his friend, lover, and master, and that was sufficient for 
him.  The older guy was attractive enough, but Daniel, of course, would 
follow Matt's lead. 
        "This your boy, this quiet piece here?" asked the man.
        Quiet piece? thought Daniel.
        "Un-huh," said Matt.  He took another sip of his beer.
        "Fine-looking lad," said the man, and then, sensing the larger 
boy's lack of interest, he said, "Y'all take care, now."  He walked away.
        "You, too," Matt said to his disappearing back.
        A while later, without being asked, the cute waiter refreshed their 
drinks.  Matt produced another ten spot, which the waiter acknowledged with 
a quick grin.
        Daniel surreptitiously eyed the boy at the bar.  The boy was now 
sitting at the bar, with one sandaled foot on the foot rail, and one long 
leg neatly folded up beneath his ass.  He was obviously scanning the crowd.  
Daniel watched the boy until the boy's gaze found him.  They held eye 
contact for several seconds and then the boy nodded slightly.
        The boy was behind Matt, so Daniel caught his master's eye and 
nodded in the boy's direction.  Matt turned and looked at the boy.
        The boy was slender and tall.  Taller than Daniel.   Although 
slender, his chest and belly were well-defined.  Matt ran his eyes over the 
boy, from his close-cropped hair down to his sandaled feet.  Flat tummy, 
long legs, blue eyes.  Then Matt looked back at Daniel.
        "We could talk to him," Matt said.  They had never picked up anyone
else at a bar, so it was a possibility, not an order. The ball was in the 
birthday boy's court.
        Daniel looked again at the boy, and then he nodded.  He stood up 
from the chair, carefully threading his cuffed wrists over the back of the 
chair.  Then he padded over to the tall boy.
        "Hello," he said.  The boy was wearing lemon aftershave.  He 
smelled nice.  He had a diamond earring.  He had a dimple in his chin.  His 
eyes were blue.  He was gorgeous.
        "Hi," said the boy.
        "My master," Daniel indicated Matt with a nod of his head, "wonders 
if you might join us."
        The tall boy looked at Daniel, noting his smooth, slender build, 
the leather chaps,  the black leather bikini, and the bare feet.  Then he 
looked at Matt.  Matt had the Stetson pushed to the back of his head, so 
the brim wouldn't interfere with his drinking.   Daniel watched the boy 
watching Matt.  What did the other boy see?   Handsome, muscular, powerful? 
        "Sure," said the tall boy.  He unlimbered himself and stood up.  He 
was, Daniel saw, as tall as Matt.  The two then walked to Matt's table, 
with Daniel following.
        "Hello, sir," said the boy.  "May I join you?"
        "Sure, have a seat," said Matt.  "I'm Matt, and this 'quiet piece' 
here is Daniel."
        Daniel had to suppress a grin.
        "I'm Steve," said the boy
        "What are ya drinkin'?" asked Matt.

        Almost an hour later, they were sitting in the Camaro.
        "You know, then, what me and Daniel expect from you," said Matt.   
They had discussed the possibilities over a beer, and agreed on limits, 
expectations, safety practices, and abort phrases.  The boy seemed to be a 
little more in verbal humiliation and physical abuse than Matt thought he 
cared for, but he would work within his own framework.
        "Yes, sir, I do," said Steve.  "I'm willingly turning myself over 
to your care and direction for as long as you'll have me, and I promise to 
be obedient and serve you as desire."  He said it clearly and distinctly, 
as if reciting the provision of a contract, which in a way it was.
        "Fine," said Matt.  "Climb in there with Daniel in the back, and, 
uh, not too much hanky-panky before we get home, huh?"  Matt grinned.
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.

        Matt pulled the car around in a circle, illuminating all of the 
underground parking lot before stopping the car.  The spot he found was 
some fifty feet or more from the elevator.
        "We're here," said Matt.  He slipped out of the car and went to 
open the passenger side.  Steve climbed out and looked around with 
interest.
        "What is this place?" he asked.
        "Used to be a paint factory," Matt answered.  He held the door 
until Daniel climbed out.
        "Cool," said Steve.
        "Okay, guys," said Matt.  "Steve, here's you another chance to back 
out.  I won't treat you any different from Dan tonight, but you say the 
word, and I'll take you right home now."
        Steve shook his head.  "I'm in.  Sir."
        "All right," said Matt.  He closed the door of the Camaro, took 
Daniel's elbow, and led the two to the elevator.  "As soon as we get there, 
" Matt said, "I'll expect the clothes off and the ropes on."
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.  He looked at Daniel and grinned.  He was 
beginning to get a hardon just from the anticipation.
        The three were quiet on the way up, but Matt was thinking.  This 
adventure with the slender, tall, blue-eyed boy was a little out on a limb 
for him.  He didn't really think of himself as a BD/SM master, but played 
the role because it turned Daniel on.  But was he?  Or, was he becoming 
one?  He didn't mind exposing Daniel to a level of discomfort that 
sometimes might be considered mildly painful.  Oh, they had played with 
nipple clamps and clothes pins, and some really sexy spanking, but no real 
kind of sadistic stuff, right?  He'd never slapped Daniel around, or 
dripped hot wax on his cock, or stuck a lit candle up his asshole.  And he 
wasn't much into verbally abusing his charge.
        What, though, might this boy expect?
        Then Matt thought, Hell, what did it really matter?  After all, he 
was the boss!  And if two lovely boys wanted him to tie them up and one 
wanted him to abuse him, well, then he'd do what he could to make them 
happy, observing his own sense of what was safe and decent, of course.  And 
he could certainly expect to get off once or twice that night.
        After all, it's just a game.  Right?
        The elevator creaked to a stop.  "Third floor," Matt said, "toys 
and games."  They walked over to the apartment door, with Matt listening to 
the squeak of Steve's sandals and the padding of Daniel's feet on the 
linoleum.  He unlocked two deadbolts, and then they were inside.
        Steve stood and looked around the large room.  He was surprised 
that it was mostly one large room.  Matt found a chair and sat down to 
remove the cowboy boots and western shirt.  "I think you can give Daniel a 
hand getting those chaps and stuff off," said Matt.  "Leave the bandana, 
though.  It might come in handy later."
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.  He grinned at Daniel.
        Daniel presented his posterior portions to Steve, and the tall boy 
stooped and began to untie the leather thongs that fastened the garment at 
Daniel's ankles and upper thighs.  His hands lingered on the upper straps, 
admiring the smooth, almost hairless feel of Daniel's skin under his 
fingertips.  After a minute, he released the waist strap and the garment 
fell free.
        Steve almost wanted to whistle.  Daniel was slender, but perfectly 
shaped.  No part of him was out of proportion.  And with his perfectly 
smooth skin, he looked no more than fourteen or fifteen.
        The chaps fell to the floor in front of Daniel.  He turned back 
around so that he was facing Steve.  Steve looked at Daniel's face and then 
his eyes traveled down Daniel's body to his crotch.  There was no doubt 
that it was getting tight in there.  (His, too!)   The black leather bikini 
had a drawstring, and Steve took his time undoing it.  He kneeled before 
Daniel, and started pulling the garment down.  He inched it downward, until 
the boy's cock slowly broke free of its restraints and unfurled lazily 
upward.  Daniel's cock, Steve saw, was as well-proportioned as his body.  
The organ nodded in front of his face.  A part of him wanted to immediately 
take that cock into his hands, into his mouth, to feel it within him, but 
it was far too early.  Besides, he didn't want to displease his new master.
        He looked up at Daniel's face.  The slender boy smiled, as if 
reading Steve's mind.
        "I expect to see some flesh from you, too," Matt called over.
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.  He stood up, and his hands went to the 
waistline of his own leather bikini.
        "Let me," Daniel said.  He assumed the kneeling position that Steve 
had just abandoned and leaned close.  Gently he took the raised hem of the 
garment between his teeth.  He tugged it down about an inch, and then moved 
around the boy's body to catch another point.
        Steve thought it a pretty neat sensation, feeling Daniel's warm 
breath around his waist while he slowly became naked.
        Matt, from ten feet away, also thought it looked pretty cool.  He 
looked over and saw Daniel kneeling on the floor, with his hands still 
handcuffed behind his back, nibbling at the edge of Steve's bikini.  
Daniel, he saw, had a substantial erection.
        And a few seconds later, Matt saw that Steve did, too.  He found 
himself staring at Steve's cock.  It was long, perhaps as long as eight 
inches, and had a pronounced upward curve.  From the base it curved upward 
almost to the height of the boy's belly button.  So instantly that it 
surprised him, Matt began to think about binding  that member.  What, he 
wondered, would it feel like to have that curved cock in both of his hands 
and to slowly, slowly straighten it?  What level of discomfort might that 
cause the boy?  Or to bind it to something straight and tie it with several 
straps?  And, certainly, he wondered, how the pair of slender, beautiful 
boys might look with their proud, erect cocks tied tightly together.
        The image practically enchanted him.  He had to keep himself from 
grinning.
        "Okay, guys," he called over, "move to the center of the room and 
kneel facing each other.  Steve, hands on your head."
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.  He and Daniel padded over to the center of 
the room and kneeled facing each other on the only rug in the room.  Matt 
went over to the closet and withdrew two slave collars, a length of rope, a 
short length of chain with fasteners on both ends, and several short 
leather straps with buckles.
        Walking back over to the two captives, he said, "First, I wanna 
find out how obedient you are.  I'm gonna tie you two to each other and 
you're gonna kneel there 'til I say else."  He stood in front of them.  
Matt and Steve looked up his face.  "Take these collars," he told Steve, 
"and put 'em on.  Both of ya."
        Steve took the proffered neck wear, and he looked at the other 
items that Matt had in his hands.  It looked like the evening was getting 
off to a good start, he thought.  Then he smiled at Daniel.
        Daniel smiled back, and then he raised his chin to allow Steve to 
put the collar on him.  Steve stayed in his kneeling position, but leaned 
forward to place the collar.
        "Now yourself," said Matt, and Steve complied.
        "And now let's have those hands."  Steve held his hands behind his 
back, and Matt quickly and expertly tied them together, side by side.  He 
drew the last bit of rope between the wrists a few times before making it 
secure.  While doing so, his eyes traveled down a few inches and he admired 
the curvature of Steve's ass.  Doubtless, he thought, that there was a 
warm, tight receptacle concealed therein.
        As his hands were secured, Steve looked at the boy that kneeled 
before him.  He looked at Daniel's tits, the boy's small, erect, pink 
nipples.  Just over Daniel's belly button was a scattering of a scant few 
body hairs.  The bush beneath, however,  was pure, curly blonde.
        "Move a little closer," said Matt, guiding Steve's elbow.  Then, 
"Little more, little more, there!"  He had stopped Steve just when Steve's 
cock bumped against Daniel's belly.  "That's fine," said Matt.  He took the 
short chain and fastened it to the loops in the slave collars.  The chain 
was no longer than eight or ten inches.
        Daniel had gasped when he felt Steve's cock press against his 
belly.  He looked down, at the great curved cock and he imagined that he 
could feel heat being radiated by it.  Daniel was still looking downward 
when Matt took both boys' cocks in his hands and began to bind them 
together with the short leather straps.  As he tightened the straps, he 
could feel the pulse pounding in each rigid organ.  He reaffirmed his guess 
that the tall boy's cock measured eight inches, for it was plainly a couple 
of inches more than Daniel's six. 
        Since Steve was taller, Matt bound Daniel's cock to the underside 
of Steve's.  He placed a tight strap just behind each boy's german helmet, 
and another between the two.  Then he applied a really tight strap at the 
base of each member.  Immediately, he saw the veins of each organ becoming 
distended as the last set of straps trapped blood in the erect members. 
        Then he glanced at the faces of his two captives.  If  either of 
the boys was in pain, it didn't show in their expressions.  In fact, they 
looked as if perhaps they were a little too comfortable with themselves.  
Steve even looked a little smug, Matt thought.
        Matt stood up and dusted off his hands.  Well, the boy had said he 
wanted tight bondage, so Matt would give it to him!  Matt looked around the 
room, searching for inspiration.  His eyes fell upon his weight bench.  An 
idea formed.  Matt moved.
        Two minutes later, he was back.  Several lengths of rope and Matt's 
barbell set were sitting on the floor behind Steve ankles.  The essence of 
Matt's plan was simple.  He intended to tie the taller boy's ankles to the 
crossbar, and spread his knees so widely that he would be eye to eye at 
Daniel's level.
        Lifting Steve's ankles one at a time and pushing the barbells 
beneath them was not difficult, nor was it hard to tie the boy's ankles 
near the weights on each side.  When Matt finished, Steve's toes were an 
inch or more above the rug.  Matt leaned back, admiring his handiwork, and 
then decided that he could improve the efficiency of the tall boy's 
bondage.  He tied another rope around the boy's wrists and tied it to the 
center of the barbells.  He tautened the rope until the boy began to lean 
rearward, and then he secured it.
        Now when he looked at the pair, their bondage was no longer 
symmetrical.  This would not do.  (Matt, even if a reluctant bondage master 
in the beginning, had developed a keen appreciation of the symmetry of 
bondage).
        To correct the problem, he roped Daniel's ankles together and tied 
the rope tautly to the chain between Daniel's handcuffs.  This pulling 
motion lifted Daniel onto his toes.  Now when Matt stepped back and looked 
at the pair, he was satisfied.
        "Now, you two just stay there a while, and contemplate on what 
you've gotten yourself into," Matt said.  "No talking.  I'll be back when I 
want you."  So saying, he left the bound boys and padded away.
        Daniel and Steve looked at each other.  There was little else they 
could do.  The restraints around their erect members were a tight reminder 
of their station.  Daniel found himself memorizing the lines of Steve's 
face.  The tip of Steve's tongue darted out and moistened his lips.  It was 
a small, sexy thing to do.  Steve's eyes reflected amusement.  Daniel 
suppressed a smile.
        Matt, across the room, had shrugged out of his jeans and briefs, 
and slipped into a comfortable pair of cutoffs.  He was in the process of 
deciding that he would play off the two captives against one another, 
granting and denying pleasure until the boy's were begging to come.  In the 
process, he would also virtuously deny himself some pleasure, until he 
himself would be aching to explode.  Oh, yes.
        But not quite yet.  First, let 'em stew some.
        Matt found a seat in the scarred old Lazy Boy, and propped his feet 
up.  His dick was sticking out of the bottom of the cutoffs.  Idly, he 
teased the head of his member with his fingertips.  His eyes were on his 
captives.
        Daniel had quickly slipped into a trancelike meditative state.   
His immediate world had contracted, and taken on a new reality that had the 
exact dimensions of the ropes and chains, and his small patch of rug.  A 
part of his tiny reality was a tall blue-eyed boy just inches away, but he 
could not touch the boy, or even talk to him.   His actions or inaction 
could not modify his surroundings.  His attitudes, his desires, his very 
will was unimportant.  He was truly helpless, even if voluntarily so, and 
he gave himself fully to that feeling of helplessness.  And in an odd way, 
in doing so he freed himself.
        Freed himself because he, Daniel, was not responsible for the world 
outside his small reality.  His responsibilities were few, and basic.  His 
only responsibilities were to continue breathing, to be silent, and to 
endure, as his master had commanded.
        Steve looked at it quite differently.  He had willingly allowed 
himself to become the captive and slave of a strong man.  He knew that he 
served at his master's pleasure.  He could anticipate rigorous bondage and 
abuse, because he was a slave.  But a slave could also expect some of the 
pleasures in life.  He could endure bondage and abuse, in the expectation 
of great pleasure.  And if the tight ropes and pain were, in their own way, 
pleasurable, well, then he was obviously better suited than some to be a 
slave.
        Matt was thinking.  Steve, in the Raptor, had said that he liked to 
be spanked and whipped.  Matt had asked him if he was often whipped in 
response to disobedience.  Oh, no, Steve had said, he often wanted to be 
whipped to ensure his obedience.  This was a new thing to Matt.  It was 
outside of his and Daniel's normal range of play.  Sure, he had tanned 
Dan's ass more than a few times,  but always with his bare hand, and always 
as a prelude to some wildly satisfying bout of lovemaking.
        But to deliberately whip someone, and to make it hurt.  That was 
something else entirely.
        Then again, it was a relatively benign way to inflict pain.  If 
done rationally, the effects would not be long-lasting.  And if Steve 
heated up the way Daniel did . . .
        Matt pushed out of the chair and walked over to the captives.  The 
head of Steve's cock, pressed against Daniel's pubic hair, had become 
purpled.  The cock straps had been on long enough.  He quickly removed 
them.   Daniel's cock drooped, but kept its erection.  Steve's member 
noticeably lost some of its curvature.
        Next, Matt removed the ropes at Steve's ankles and the one from the 
barbells to the boy's wrists.  Then he rolled the barbells away.  Steve 
looked over his shoulder at Matt, but remained silent.  Matt examined the 
rope marks around Steve's ankles and grunted in satisfaction.  The boy's 
wrists, Matt left tied.
        A minute later, he'd had removed Daniel's ankle restraints and 
ordered the two boys to stand.  It took some jockeying, but the pair were 
soon on their feet.   The chain between the collars forced them to stand 
close to each other.
        Matt picked up the ropes and sent the boys to stand beside the bed.  
Again, they were clumsy due to the collar chain.  When they got there, Matt 
removed the short chain and untied Steve's hands.  He ordered the boy onto 
the bed.
        Daniel, still cuffed, stood and watched as Matt secured Steve's 
wrists to the two brass posts at the foot of the bed.   He slipped a pillow 
between the boy's head and the bed post frame, and then tied the boy's 
ankles together.  Steve's cock curvature had reappeared, and his cock 
rested on his belly just above his belly button, rhythmically thumping with 
his heartbeat.
        Matt then looked at Daniel.  The boy had been handcuffed for 
several hours now, and it was time to change his restraints.  "Go get the 
hobble chain," Matt ordered.  
        "Yes, sir," said Daniel, and went to do as bid.
        Matt stood beside the bed and placed his right hand on Steve's 
neck.  With his thumb and forefinger, he felt for and located the boy's 
carotid pulse.  Steve's eye widened in concern, but he looked at Matt and 
said nothing.
        Standing there, with his fingertips feeling the pulsating flow of 
blood to this young man's brain, Matt had a very serious thought.  Nothing 
more symbolized the degree of trust that his captives displayed in him than 
the fact that they willingly allowed him to hold their very lives in his 
hands.  It was a sobering and disturbing thought. 
        Daniel returned with the ankle restraints held behind his back.  He 
had also removed the key to the handcuffs from its peg on the closet door, 
and the chain was clinched between his teeth.  Matt almost grinned.  It was 
a not too subtle hint.
        He removed the handcuffs, installed the anklets, and positioned 
Daniel at the center of the foot of the bed.  Then he padded away.  From a 
chest he removed a broad leather belt, and then he returned.
        "I want you," Matt told Daniel, "to hold his feet.  If he 
struggles, don't let go.  Got that?"
        "Yes, sir," said Daniel.
        Steve eyed the belt as Matt walked around the bed.  His cock 
twitched and his breathing quickened.
        "This is for you," Matt said, wondering if the tall boy expected 
verbal humiliation to accompany the spanking.  No, he decided, that was not 
his way, even it was Steve's.  He reached out and bodily lifted Steve's 
bound ankles.  In a huge arc, he folded Steve's legs up and over, so that 
the boy body was jackknifed and his ankles were in front of Daniel.  Daniel 
dutifully wrapped his hands around the boy's ankles and pushed down, so 
that Steve's shins rested on the upper cross member of the bed post.
        Matt critically inspected his objective.  Slender as the tall boy 
was to begin with, the globes of Steve's asscheeks practically disappeared 
when his legs were pulled against his chest.  Climbing onto the bed, Matt 
braced himself one on knee and threw his other leg over Steve's.  Then, 
taking his time, he folded the leather belt in half.  Like a golfer, he 
make a few practice swings, getting his trajectories right.  "Ready?" he 
asked Daniel.
        Daniel nodded.  He tightened his grip.
        "This is gonna hurt you much more than it hurts me," Matt said to 
the bound boy.  Then he lifted his arm and brought the belt down in a 
whistling arc.   It struck the boy's buttocks diagonally and make a sharp, 
slapping sound.  Matt looked at the bound boy.  At feeling the bite of the 
leather, Steve's body rocked reflexively, causing Daniel to brace himself 
and hang on.
        Before the first angry red stripe had arisen on the smooth, pale 
flesh, Matt, even as he wondered why he was doing this, was administering 
the second.  And a third.  As each stinging impact unerringly found its 
target, the bound boy cried out.  Matt was soon sweating, but he continued 
until he felt that he had covered the tall boy's ass completely with the 
stinging blows.  In all, he had delivered twenty-five strokes or more.
        When he stopped, he could see the tracks of the belt.  A network of 
angry red lines crisscrossed the smooth flesh.  It surprised him that he 
had performed the act, and he was surprised that he had done so with such 
ferocity.  Numbly, Matt let the belt slip from his fingers.  His face felt 
hot.  "That's enough," he said to Daniel.
        "Yes, sir," said Daniel.  He released his grip on Steve's bound 
feet, and Steve immediately straightened.  Daniel's eyes traveled down 
Steve's chest to his smooth belly.  There the boy's massive curved cock sat 
pulsating with his heartbeat, with its head resting in a pool of cum.  
Steve had come while being spanked.
        Matt was untying Steve's ankles, but he, too, noticed the slick 
pool of cum.  Steve looked down at himself.  He had a sheepish expression.
        The beating had made an impression on Daniel.   Before he thought 
much about it, he found himself picking up the belt and holding it out to 
Matt.  "Sir?" asked Daniel.
        Matt looked at the slender boy with surprise.  Surely Daniel had 
observed how nearly out of control he had become while whipping Steve.  
But, no.  Daniel's jutting member was stiff with excitement, shiny with 
precum.  His face was filled with eagerness, his breathing quick.  Matt was 
too confused right then to sort out his own feelings.  "You, too?" Matt 
asked, without much conviction.
        "Please, sir," said Daniel.
        Matt frowned for a moment, and then he mentally shrugged.  He took 
the proffered belt.  "Across the bed," he told the boy.
        Immediately, Daniel folded his slender body over the side of the 
bed.   His legs were at an angle, and his feet were separated the length of 
the ankle chain.
        Matt picked up the rope that had secured Steve's ankles and quickly 
bound Daniel's hands together behind his back.  Then, despite his 
reservations and without further ado, he lifted the belt, bent his back, 
and tattooed Daniel's butt with the leather belt, until both asscheeks were 
red and hot.   The slender boy took his punishment passively, no more than 
whimpering and shuddering with each impact.  Then Matt gruffly told Daniel 
to stay on the bed, and he walked quickly away.
        Daniel could feel a palpable heat rising from the flesh of his ass.  
It seemed to keep time with his pulse.   He lay on his stomach for a 
moment, breathing deeply.  Dimly, he heard Matt saying something, but he 
did not respond.  Instead, he closed his eyes and rode through the waves of 
receding pain, all the while vaguely wondering why pain sometimes felt so 
much like pleasure.
        After a while, Daniel became aware that the tall boy was looking at 
him.  Steve's arms were still bound to the bed posts, but he looked down 
over his chest to where the slender boy lay.  He smiled.
        Daniel smiled in return.  They were comrades.  Slowly, he drew 
himself fully up onto the bed.  Then he wriggled over to the other boy.  
Steve moved his legs to the side, welcoming the slender boy.  Daniel moved 
so that his face was close to the other boy's belly, and then he slowly 
began to lick away the remnants of slick cum.  Steve groaned 
appreciatively, and his now quiescent cock twitched and began to plump.
        Daniel allowed his attention to travel up to the tall boy's tits.  
He nibbled on each nipple, and teased them with small, circular movements 
of his tongue.   He glanced up at Steve's face.  The boy's face was raised, 
his blue eyes twinkling, inviting.
        A moment later, their lips were pressed together, and Steve tasted 
the salty tang of his own cum.

        Matt, his thoughts in a turmoil, had retreated to the bathroom.  As 
soon as he walked through the door, he shrugged out of his cutoffs and let 
them fall to the floor.  It felt good to release his burgeoning member from 
the tight constraint of the soft denim, but he hardly noticed.  He was too 
troubled to take himself in hand and find relief.
        Instead, he walked over to the row of fixtures and stood resting 
his hands on a ceramic sink, while looking at himself in the mirror.  
Something had just changed in his relationship with Daniel, he knew it, and 
it bothered him.
         Always before, they had enjoyed an easy, friendly kind of 
relationship, filled with equal respect for each other and equal attention 
to each other's sexual needs.  In the last year, he had explored every inch 
of the slender boy's body, and knew it perhaps as well as he knew his own.  
And Daniel's moods, with those too was well-versed.
        But now it was all changing.  And he could remember how the change 
had started.  It started with Daniel's cute suggestion that Matt tie him up 
and make love to him.  Matt had done so, and Daniel had become so excited.  
It was sexy thing to see, Daniel straining at the ropes, his body arching 
in waves of pleasure when Matt sucked him off or rammed his hard member 
deep in the boy's gut.  Daniel's excitement was a wonder to behold.  A 
wonder.
        And it had been just fun and games.  After a while, though, it 
became a game they played more often, and then it became almost the only 
way they made love.
        It was more than the bondage, too.  He had slowly become aware of a 
secret part of Daniel's mind, a part quite different from the boy's 
normally exuberant outward personality.  There was a  frighteningly needy 
part to the boy.  Daniel, he found, needed to be owned, to be dominated.
        And without thinking, so it seemed, Matt had allowed himself to 
assume that role in their relationship.
        And now what had they done?  Brought home a handsome, tall, 
blue-eyed boy with needs of his own.  Needs that apparently involved 
enslavement and punishment.  Physical punishment.
        Matt considered himself pretty liberal, and if the tall boy got off 
on having his ass whipped, that was cool.  For him.  But for Daniel?
        Matt had been shocked when Daniel handed him the belt and said,  
"Please, sir," with such an entreatingly eager expression.
        What could he do?  He had hardly ever refused the boy before.  If, 
after having just witnessed Steve's whipping, Daniel wanted some of it for 
himself, who was Matt to say no?
        So he had administered the beating.  Had taken the belt and whipped 
the ass of the boy he loved until that ass was hotly red and raising red 
whelps.
        And the nubby part of it all, ah, the nubby part, was that he, 
Matt, had enjoyed it.
        Actually enjoyed it.
        Enjoyed taking that leather strap in his hand, stretching his back 
muscles and biceps, and applying a series of stinging, punishing blows to a 
naked, exposed, helpless victim.  Enjoyed whipping Daniel as much, or more, 
as he had enjoyed whipping the tall boy.
        Was he learning something he hadn't known about his own 
personality? he wondered.  Was there some part of him that instinctively 
responded to Daniel's needs, and had he just seen that part of him 
displayed?
        So what had he done?  Dropped the belt as if it stung him, and 
walked away silently, now to be standing here naked in a drafty bathroom in 
front of a porcelain sink with his dick drooping and the small, faint 
beginnings of a headache.
        The thought caused him to smile ruefully.  Dealing with Daniel 
often gave him a headache.
        But, after all, he loved Daniel, and would never actually cause him 
lasting harm, would he?  Would he?
        Matt turned on the cold water and dipped his face into his cupped 
hands.  As he did so, an image came floating up to him from his 
subconsciousness.  It was a fond memory of one of the first times he and 
Daniel had made love.  It was back in the dorm room, before they had found 
the converted loft.  It was a nice memory, all soft and warm and fuzzy.  He 
and Daniel had just finished making sweaty afternoon love, and he, Matt, 
depleted, was on his back with his legs sprawled and his hands above his 
head.  Daniel, froglike, was sprawled atop him, with his arms and legs 
flung outward.   Daniel's face rested on Matt's chest and the boy's breath 
tickled his chest hairs.  Matt lazily watched as the boy was lifted and 
lowered by the movement of Matt's own muscular chest.  They stayed that way 
for a long time.  It was peaceful time, even a righteous time.  If there 
was an outside world, it was far away, and Matt wasn't thinking about it.  
He was only thinking of the slender boy with the swimmer's body and no 
talent for mathematics that had just serviced him so well.  It was then, 
Matt reflected, that he decided that Daniel would be his forever.  He would 
do anything, anything to preserve his rights to that slender boy's body and 
mind.
        Anything.
        Even this.
        Matt looked at himself in the mirror and grinned.
        Hell, yes, even this, and most likely anything else Daniel wanted.
        Matt dried his hands and looked around for his abandoned cutoffs.  
Enough time mooning around in the john.  He had better go see what the kids 
were up to.

        Daniel was asleep with his face resting on Steve's shoulder, was 
what Matt saw as he approached.  But as he came closer, he saw Daniel open 
his eyes.  He looked very comfortable there, and it caused Matt to feel a 
momentary resentment against the tall, blue-eyed boy.  Then Matt put the 
feeling down as unworthy.  After all, he had caused them both to be there, 
and, in fact, he had hoped to watch them explore each other's bodies before 
the evening was over.
        "Break time," Matt announced.  It meant that they would pause while 
the captives attended to any personal needs they might have.
        Daniel sat upright, but Steve looked confused.  He was unfamiliar 
with the boys' customs.   Matt released Steve's wrists and cuffed them in 
front.  Steve sat up on the edge of the bed.  Matt untied Daniel's wrists 
and left the ankle chains in place.  "Show him," Matt told Daniel.
        "Yes, sir," said Daniel.  He took hold of the chain between Steve's 
wrists and tugged gently.  After glancing at Matt, Steve allowed himself to 
be pulled along.  Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and watch them go.  
They were two gorgeous boys.
          Daniel led Steve across the room to the rest room.  When they 
were inside, Steve looked in wonder at the row of stalls and sinks.  The 
two closest stalls had their plumbing removed, and he saw a washer and 
dryer where the commodes would have been.
        "This is your chance to use the john, if you want," said Daniel.  
"And the water fountain's just around the corner."
        " 'Kay," said Steve.  He headed for a urinal while Daniel went to 
the nearest stall.
        While the boys were doing this, Matt was outside arranging the 
bondage toys.  He had decided to bind the boys for another hour or so, then 
he would take them and hang them up in the shower and tease them some.  And 
after that . . . well, he had an idea that he thought might be fun.
        When Daniel and Steve returned, they saw that Matt had uncurled an 
exercise mat and placed it on the floor in front of the Lazy Boy.  Beside 
the mat were several short lengths of rope.  Matt pointed at the mat and 
told Steve to lay on his belly.   To Daniel, he said simply, "Hog-tie him."
        While Matt released the handcuffs, Daniel crossed Steve's ankles 
and tied them together in a x-shape.  This would prevent the boy from being 
able to turn over easily.  Then he tightly roped Steve's crossed wrists, 
and drew the boys ankles up til they were touching his hands.  After 
checking the security of the ropes, and that they were not so tight as to 
impede circulation, Daniel left him in this position, tightly hog-tied.
        "Now you," said Matt.  He crossed Daniel's wrists high between his 
shoulder blades and secured them there.   For good measure, he wrapped 
several coils of rope around the boy's upper chest, more for appearance 
than function.  Then he had the boy kneel and removed the ankle restraints.  
These he replaced with rope, tightly tying Daniel's ankles together side by 
side.  Next, he had tied a rope around Daniel's waist and pushed the boy 
into a sitting position.  He secured the rope around Daniel's waist to the 
rope around his ankles.
        Matt briefly admired his handiwork, and rechecked each rope.  Then 
he leaned Daniel over so that he reclined on his side on the exercise mat.  
Matt pulled Daniel's legs into position and rolled the boy over onto his 
stomach.  Daniel, although his wrists were crossed up high behind his back, 
was hog-tied as stringently as Steve.       
        The boys were again inches apart, and again unable to touch each 
other.  Daniel could see Steve's face, but his view of Steve's lower body 
was obscured by his own shoulder.
        Matt padded over to the side of the room and retrieved a small step 
stool.  This he placed just off the exercise mat, in front of the boys.  
Both boys watched as he slowly removed his cutoffs.  His cock, they saw, 
was fully erect.  It jutted upward, nodding against his belly.
        Daniel was well familiar with the large organ, but it was Steve's 
first acquaintance with it.  It was larger in diameter and longer than any 
cock that Steve had encountered.
     A network of veins supported the huge erection, and Steve could see
the organ moving with Matt's pulse.
        Matt lowered himself onto the stool, so that his legs were behind 
the stool.  He wrapped a hand around his cock and pushed the loose skin 
outward, until it formed an artificial foreskin that compressed his german 
helmet and squeezed out a drop of precum.  Matt glanced at the boys.  
Their eyes were on his cock and his hand.
        Next he held his member up and stroked delicately along the 
vertical line that led to the nerve junction at the base of his helmet.  
Then he gave his member a couple of complete strokes,  deliberately 
pointing his movements outwards, toward his captives.
        Steve was confused.  Was his new master going to just jerk off in 
front of them?  Masturbate himself when there were two willing mouths and  
two willing assholes, eager to assist?  Maybe the muscular boy was sending 
them some kind of message, but what kind of message was it?  Disdain?
        Matt would have been surprised if he knew the tall boy's thoughts.  
Matt knew exactly what he was doing.  He was being a unconscionably blatant 
cock tease.
        This went on for some time, with Matt bringing himself almost to 
the point of ejaculation and then stopping.  Each time, his body responded 
to the building tension, and then ached when relief was denied.
        And he could tell that his tease was working.  Steve, in order to 
get a better view, had practically rolled himself into a cee-shape.  It was 
time to move on, Matt thought.
        "Okay, boys," he said.  "That's enough of tonight's show."  He 
stood up, letting his erection nod out before him, and went and untied the 
ankles of his two captives.   He discovered that Steve had been laying on a 
substantial erection of his own.  Matt grabbed the extra coils of rope and 
said, "You two follow me."
        Daniel and Steve, by first sitting, and then kneeling, and then 
stepping up, climbed to their feet.  They followed Matt as he led them into 
the rest room and on to the showers.  
        When they arrived in the shower room, Matt threw a length of rope 
over one of the exposed pipes near the ceiling.  He beckoned Daniel over.  
With Steve watching, Matt knotted a rope around each of Daniel's upper 
thighs. Next, he untied Daniel's hands and retied them side by side in 
front of the boy.   One end of the rope over the pipe was tied to Daniel's 
crossed wrists. 
        Matt then ran the other end of the rope through each of the loops 
around Daniel's thighs.  Next, he pulled down on the rope so that Daniel's 
arms were raised above his head.  Then he pulled the rope upward, 
tightening the loops against Daniel's groin.  He used his muscles and  
continued to pull until Daniel's hands were high above his head and the boy 
had risen to tiptoe.  Finally, Matt made the rope secure. 
        Matt nodded his approval.  The top rope ensured that Daniel would 
keep his hands up, while the lower rope kept the boy honest.
        Matt looked at Steve.  Steve looked at Daniel's slender body, 
hanging like so much meat before him.   "You next," said Matt.
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.
        Within a few minutes, Steve was similarly bound, once again no more 
that a few inches away from Daniel.  "Hang tight," Matt said, and then he 
padded out of the shower.
        Steve looked down at his feet.  Only his toes were touching the 
tile floor. If he were to lift his toes so much as an inch, he would be 
completely suspended by the ropes.  At that, he didn't think that more that 
a small portion of his weight was being supported by his feet.
        Daniel had spent time in this particular position before, and knew 
that it was a position that was good for hours of bondage.  He also knew 
that seeing his body stretched and elongated was often too much for Matt.   
Matt would tease him a little, and then he'd get so horny that he'd soon be 
cutting Daniel down.  It had happened many times before.
        Matt returned with a roll of surgical tape, and Daniel was 
surprised when he found both his mouth and his eyes covered with pieces of 
tape.   Then he could hear tape being ripped, so he surmised that Steve was 
getting the same treatment.
        Seconds later, he heard the sound of a shower being started.  It 
didn't sound like one of the closer ones, though.  After a few seconds, he 
heard another shower.  And then another, and another.
        Then he felt the steamy warmth of the showers surround his body.  
Clever Matt!  He was turning on only the hot water, in effect turning the 
shower into a giant steam room.
        Then for several minutes, Daniel heard nothing other than the 
sounds of the running water.  The heat enveloped and caressed him.  He felt 
himself beginning to perspire.
        And the moisture-slicked tiles beneath his toes were becoming slippery.
        He couldn't say how long he had hung there in the sticky, embryonic 
warmth, but eventually he sensed another presence before him.   Then he 
felt something touch the bottom of his scrotum.
        And he screamed, or would have screamed if his mouth weren't taped.
        That bastard!
        Matt had an ice cube and was rubbing it against his balls!
        Daniel danced around, trying to get away from the questing ice 
cube, but his toes could find no purchase on the slick tiles.  Then he felt 
a hand close around his cock, and he tensed.  The attack, when it came, 
came not at the tip of his cock where he expected it, but at his left 
nipple!  Again he squirmed.  Then his right nipple, behind his left knee, 
on his left earlobe, just above his belly button,  just below his right 
armpit, between his asscheeks.  Matt and the damn ice cube was everywhere!
        Daniel squirmed half in irritation, half in delight as his unseen 
tormenter continued to torture him with the ice cube.  Finally, it stopped.  
Daniel thought that maybe the ice cube had melted, but then he heard a 
muffled exclamation of surprise.  The ice cube torturer had moved to his 
other victim!  More muffled sounds.  Daniel wanted to laugh so badly that 
it hurt.  Instead he hung on the ropes,  making sounds through his nose, 
with his body silently convulsing in merriment.
        Matt stood grinning, watching Daniel.  The room had filled with 
steam, and the tall blue-eyed boy was beginning to redden.   Matt picked 
another ice cube and touched it to the soft, sensitive skin behind the tall 
boy's knee.  Steve jerked against the ropes and swayed freely for several 
seconds before his toes found the floor.  Steve, like Daniel was reacting 
more as if he were being tickled than tortured.  Matt touched the ice cube 
to Steve's right nipple, and held it there for several seconds against the 
boy's protests.  Then he leaned over and gave the opposite nipple a lick.  
Steve jerked from the pleasant contact just as he would have from the ice 
cube.
        Matt grinned, and then he slipped the ice cube between Steve's 
asscheeks.   He held it there with one hand as he kneeled and wrapped his 
lips around the head of Steve's cock.  Slowly, he began to fellate the 
organ.
        Steve could hardly believe the juxtaposition of sensations.  Then 
Matt began to administer directly to the head of Steve's cock, and Steve 
was almost beside himself.  Matt played with the underside of Steve's cock 
head, playing with it with his tongue.  His exhalations warmed the 
sensitive shaft as he began the rhythmic movements that would bring the boy 
to orgasm.
        He inhaled, using the vacuum to mold his cheeks against the shaft, 
and then he exhaled while lapping his tongue against the underside of the 
organ.  Steve was thrusting forward against the ropes, trying to give more 
of himself to Matt.  It made if difficult for Matt to maintain 
concentration.  Finally, he lifted Steve's right leg and placed it over his 
shoulder.
        Steve was feeling the elemental wind blowing through his guts.  A 
delicious, wild  tension had taken root in his belly, and was growing.   
Blinded, gagged, bound, and mute, he gave himself to the waves of sensation 
that threatened to overcome him.   And then, without warning, the pressure 
crested.  A surge formed somewhere inside of his lower body, and it caused 
his entire body to clutch convulsively. 
        And then he was exploding.
        When it happened, Matt was ready.  He simply held on and rode with 
it.  He tasted the sharp tang of Steve's cum.   Again the boy clinched, and 
his cum spurted.  A third and fourth time, and then he was done.  The 
forces that had been controlling his body had expended themselves.  There 
was a crest in the pleasure curve, and then it grew jagged, and then he was 
going down.  Even as the last sensations jangled through his body, he fell 
earthward.
        And found a handsome, muscular man removing his blinders.  The tape 
on Steve's mouth remained, but he watched as Matt returned to Daniel and 
repeated the performance.
        And when Daniel had seen the mountains, Matt removed the tape from 
Daniel's eyes.  Then he untied the lower ropes from each boy and allowed 
them to stand in the steam with their bound hands in front of them.   Matt 
turned off the extra showers and adjusted one to a warm temperature.  Then 
he returned to the boys and, pulling on the ropes that circled their 
wrists, led them to the stream of warm water.

        Matt walked around his captives, admiring their bound form.  Steve 
was on the bottom, on his hands and knees, handcuffed and with his ankles 
attached to a spreader bar.  His ball sack dangled, and his marvelously 
curved cock seemed to disappear underneath his belly.  Above him, laying on 
Steve's back, was Daniel, with his hands cuffed his to his slave collar, 
and his crossed ankles in the air.  Daniel was also hard, but his cock had 
become tangled in the ropes that bound his ankles.
        Matt had fastened the boys to each other with several loops of rope 
around their hips, midsections, and shoulders.  Now he leisurely inspected 
them both, 
        Steve had a fine line of chesnut-colored pubic hairs forming a 
vee-shape below his scrotum, tapering down to his asshole.   Daniel's 
asshole was a smooth and hairless as a newborn's.  The tracks of the belt 
were still visible against his pale flesh.
        Matt kneeled between the knees of Steve and held his cock in his 
hand.  A large drop of precum glistened at the slit.  He guided himself 
forward until his dick was just touching Steve's puckered anus, and he 
lubricated it with the slick fluid.
        Just above, Matt could see Daniel's asshole quivering in 
anticipation, but Daniel's always eager asshole would have to wait.
        Steve stiffened as Matt inserted his middle finger into Steve's 
asshole.  Matt used his finger to investigate the interior of Steve's 
rectum.  Somewhere inside and below, Matt knew that he would press the thin 
wall of the rectum against the boy's prostrate gland, so he explored.
        And was rewarded when Steve's cock twitched and the boy gasped.  
Matt smiled.  He had located the boy's hot spot.  He left his finger 
inside, gently massaging.
        With his other hand he reached forward and grasped the head of 
Steve's cock.  It was slick with precum.   He caught it in his cupped 
fingers and used the meaty part of his thumb to stroke the nexus of nerve 
endings at the divided underlip.  Steve moaned in pleasure.
        Then Matt leaned over to lick the base of Daniel's balls.   He drew 
one cool testicle into his mouth and closed his lips about it.  He sucked 
noisily.
        By this time, Matt's cock was fairly trembling with excitement.   A 
line of clear fluid dripped from it to the floor between his knees.  What 
had been a dull ache in Matt's ball had become a series of needful pangs.
        Matt treated Daniel's asshole to a teasing with the tip of his 
tongue, and then the urgency overcame him.  He gave Daniel's anus a quick 
probe with the tip of his tongue and then he straightened.
        Matt released Steve's cock and removed his finger from Steve's 
asshole.  Then, with his right hand guiding his throbbing member, he pushed 
his german helmet against its target.  Exercising great restraint, he 
slowly, slowly applied a gentle pressure, until Steve's  puckered sphincter 
partially relaxed and accepted the tip, then the head, then the shaft of 
Matt's enormous erection.
        Matt stopped then, with the head of his cock just inside the boy.   
A full seven inches, the length of the exposed portion of Matt's shaft, 
separated him and his target.   Matt let himself be still for a few 
seconds, giving Steve's asshole a chance to learn to accommodate Matt's 
size.  After taking several deep breaths, Matt then moved his shaft in 
another inch.
        And paused.  Not yet ready to begin delivering deep thrusts, Matt 
teased himself with several short strokes that moved him forward no more 
than an inch, and outward until the lower lip of his german helmet pressed 
against the enharboring ring of muscle.
        Then Matt slid his cock in fully.  Steve moaned as he took the full 
length of Matt's shaft.  It seemed to Steve that his very guts were 
swelling within him.  The moment seemed to go on and on.  Steve imagined 
that the big cock would soon be bumping his spine.
        Matt did several slow strokes,  from full extension to ball-bumping 
closeness.  His hands went to the sides of Steve's ass, and Matt pulled his 
knees closer in, so that he was more straight, and the shaft entered at a 
lower angle.
        Now, each stroke pressured Steve's sweet spot, and the boy 
responded with a hiccoughy gasp, and a quick inbreath.  Subconsciously, 
Steve pressed his shoulders upward, in an attempt to get more sensation.
        Matt, feeling sure that his bound partner was being satisfied, 
began fucking the boy in earnest.  After a minute of this intense action, 
he was on autopilot, with his eyes closed and his mouth open, face upward.  
His fingers tightened on Steve's flesh, and the pressure made little white 
pockets at each fingertip.
        The rhythmic movements were a product of his legs, back, and strong 
arms.  He continued to drive each stroke home, with concentrated effort and 
ever-increasing speed.  A minute later, a hot nucleus of animal sensation 
was forming in his belly, and his strokes became savage in their intensity.  
He could not have known it, but his head was thrown back, and he was giving 
throat to the sensations.
        The sensations continued, and spread out in his belly like a 
white-hot heat that seemed to displace his internal organs, driving all 
other sensation away.  It jangled outward along his skin like a nervous 
energy.   And it created startlingly real pleasure at the point of contact.
        And when it broke, it freed a blinding spasm that crumbled Matt's 
substantial musculature and made the boy scream.  It clinched his ass and 
drove him forward.  It clutched his belly and his groin and drove a mass of 
hot cum from the buried head of his cock deep into the gut of the tall boy.
        Steve felt the warm, moist heat spreading within him, and he 
gritted his teeth and tightened his asshole, milking the strong boy's cum.
        Again, it came, and Matt cried and humped forward.
        And again. And again. Until one thrust stung Matt with a stuttering 
dry cum, and then the need to savagely thrust forward was no more, and Matt 
lowered his head and panted.  His forehead was pressed up against Daniel's 
bound ankles, and his hot breath assailed Daniel's sensitive asshole.
        "Ohhh," Steve said, with a shuddering exhalation.  His head, too, 
was hanging.
        Daniel had gotten quite a ride on Steve's back, but he felt that he 
had been left out.  Now, with the fuck concluded, he looked down at his 
ankles, where Matt's dark hair outlined his head.  Matt was moaning softly.  
Steve under him was panting, and the tall boy's back was no longer a stable 
platform.  In fact, a layer of sweat had formed between them, and Daniel 
was sliding around on Steve's back to the extent of the ropes.
        Matt moaned again, and suddenly, perversely Daniel found it very 
funny.  Before he had given it any thought, the amusement rose within him 
and he broke out laughing.  Matt raised his head and looked at Daniel.  
Daniel caught the look and laughed even harder.  Then Steve began to 
chuckle.
        Matt pulled himself free and rocked back on his heels.  Daniel was 
fairly effused in amusement.  Steve was chuckling and wagging his head.
Matt felt a silly grin forming on his face, and then he, too,  began 
to chuckle.
        And a minute later, when Daniel had laughed himself sore, the 
laughter tapered off.
        "What, Dan," asked Matt, still back on his haunches, "do you 
think's so funny?"
        Daniel raised his head and looked at Matt, and a thought circled 
upward in his mind and caught him.   Acting on a caprice, Daniel grinned at 
Matt and clearly enunciated, "Matt, kiss my ass."
        Matt's eyebrows shot upward.  He frowned, but then, a few seconds 
later, he said, "Okay."
        And then he removed the ropes attaching the two boys and the ropes 
around Daniel's ankles.   Next he pulled Daniel up into a sitting position.  
"Hang one," said Matt.
        With Daniel watching, Matt walked over to the bureau and retrieved the 
handcuff keys.  Returning, he removed Steve's cuffs.
        Daniel watched expectantly as Matt returned to his side.  He was 
wondering what had possessed him. 
        "Stand up," said Matt.
        Daniel stood.  Matt took his shoulders and turned him away from 
Steve.   Daniel heard the catches on the handcuffs being ratcheted, and he 
wondered what Matt was up to.
        "Bend it over," Matt ordered.
        Daniel bent over and felt a hand on his ass.  "Now," he heard Matt 
say, "you'll get what you need."
        "Huh?" Daniel thought, and then he felt one of the wristlets being 
closed around his cock and balls.  Before he could jerk away, Matt had 
racheted the cuff tight.  Daniel tried to straighten, and Matt pushed him 
back down.  "Not yet," said Matt, "you wanted me to kiss your ass, didn't 
you?"
        He let the other end of the cuff hang between Daniel's thighs, and 
then he kneeled behind Daniel and planted a noisy, wet one on Daniel's 
right buttock.  Strangely, Matt thought, he felt himself becoming hard 
again.
        "Good enough?" he asked Daniel.  "Huh?"
        Daniel straightened and said, "Fine."
        "Un-huh," said Matt, "I'm glad you approve."
        Then he reached down and grabbed the hanging handcuff.  He pulled 
it back between Daniel's asscheeks so that it lifted Daniel onto tiptoe.
        "Uh-oh," said Daniel, as Matt forced him to walk backwards away 
from the exercise mat.  Steve had rolled over onto his butt and was 
removing his ankle restraints.  He grinned at Daniel.
        Matt backed Daniel across the room.  "Hey, Steve," Matt called.  
"Come and watch!"
        "Yes, sir," said Steve.  He stood up and followed the odd pair.  
Slender Daniel looked cute with his hands cuffed to his collar and his dick 
dipping between his legs.
        "Uh-oh," Daniel repeated.  There were nearing the door of their 
apartment.
        Just as Daniel feared, Matt pulled Daniel over to the door and 
snapped the free cuff around the door knob.  It was several inches lower 
than Daniel's waist, and the boy was forced to brace his feet outward and 
lean far forward.
        Steve arrived.
        Naturally, he was hard.
        "Hey," Matt said.
        "Yes, sir?"
        "I think he wants to kiss your dick."
        "Yes, sir, I'd like that."
        "Careful, though.  He bites."
        "Yes, sir."

        Matt laughed and walked away.
        What a cunt!
        Well, Daniel could spend the night on the floor in a sleeping bag.
        With his ankle chained to . . . the bed post?
        And Steve.
        Matt wondered what it would feel like to be filled with that great 
curved cock.
        Matt headed for the rest room, but before he entered he looked back 
at the two by the door.
        He grinned.
        It wasn't so bad.
        Not bad at all.

        Daniel's birthday.


Thanks for reading, and always remember, when dealing with your lover,
to execercise the proper restraint.