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Shanish, Damian and Me - A nearly true story

by: <Souillac2017 at protonmail.com>

Pizza Party

One night I had invited our gang of closer friends to a "Domino's" pizza party.

Roughly calculated, there would be seven or eight people. All young, local, gay or at least bi boys. I wasn't sure if Pavan and Damian would add the party. But three trays of pizza would probably be enough. Shanish and I had cleared some space in the backyard, hid the trash cans with potted plants, swept the patio, put up extra seating, and hung a few lanterns.
It should be a beautiful place where you feel private, safe and comfortable... We were still busy doing that when the first guests arrived. Even though I was not very close to some of Shanish's friends, I was given French-style kisses on the cheeks and embraces. After the warm welcome, we were helped without being asked. One of them even embellished the boxes pushed together as a table with a cloth.

The last thing I had to do was pick up the pizza. There were "Domino's" on the island - but only without delivery service.
On the way back to the house, I saw Pavan and Damian walking along the roadside and offered them a lift to our house.

While the three of us were bringing the pizza boxes into the house, Damian came nearer to me and whispered conspiratorially:
"I've cleansed up and prepared me for you both. After the others left ... Maybe my Masters can have some fun!"
Something like that I had already suspected.
He had agreed to the invitation for pizza remarkably quick.
Since Damian had made his first experiences, he not only enjoyed "dirty and sinful things", but was actually always horny and close to squirting.
I whispered:
"We will see. Maybe something will pop up later. You semen addicted, naughty, slutty boy. Your Masters will may take care of it. "
Fortunately, Pavan hadn't noticed anything of our brief and hushed conversation.

It turned out to be a really cosy get-together among friends. Remarkably good pizza, various cold drinks, good discussions on many topics.
Sports, sex, everyday life, gay things, cars, movies.... Nobody laughed any more when I tried(!) to say something in Creole.
On the contrary - I was mostly understood and only corrected when it was wrong or really necessary.

In this relaxed, casual atmosphere, Rishi asked me across the "table" after stuttering a little:
"May I ask you something ... embarrassing ... eeh ... ask you something private?"

"Parlez (talk) ..." was my short but encouraging reply.

"Um ... In soccer, somebody didn't just kick the ball. Someone also kicked me. So. One thing hurts me a lot. MY ball."
he revealed, not caring about the others.

"That's normal. Quite normal.", trying to soothe him.

"It happened 4 days ago - and it still hurts."

I raised an eyebrow "That is NOT normal."

"Can... Could... Would you have a look if I'm really hurt there? It looks normal in the mirror, but i can't view properly"
Rishi asked, blushing.

Phew ... I didn't expect such a relaxed atmosphere.
"Better, your best friend looks down there."

"I don't dare to let him near him yet. We've only recently been since a short time together. These parts are still private, déguisé {-> hidden, secret}.
And I heard that you are very ... tender. ... uh ... (corrects himself) ... carefully",
he blushed.

Not seriously, I asked Rishi, "Should I look here?"
It was enough to shock him:
"Oh god - NO! NEVER! Can we go inside for a minute?"

Shanish: "Don't even think about doing it too long!"
I got that hint "doing it", looked at my loved one and barely noticeably shook my head: "No",
and I knew that he had understood the multiple meanings.

When we got to one of the bedrooms, he looked around, orientated himself, quickly closed the curtains, locked the door and opened his jeans.
Then he had one more look around, hesitated and pushed his pants down to his knees.
Sitting on a little stool, I held out my hand and invited him to come closer.
He did so hesitantly, holding the edge of his boxers with one hand as if they might slip down.

Finally he was standing in front of me and with a slight insistence I took his hand from his shorts.
Looking into his eyes, I pulled down the last shield in front of his genitals.
Without a reaction from him.

Lowering my gaze to his parts, I saw a circumcised, slightly swollen penis. HE and the sac were much darker than the rest of his medium brown body, the tip evenly darker again. Maybe it just seemed darker to me.
Because there was absolutely no hair or stubble. He was naturally naked and smooth like a baby.

"I'm going to have to touch you... there," I remarked, cautioning him.

"...Do it. You'll have to... I will try to... to... endure it."
As I took his member and held it up, he took a deep breath.
"Hold your cock straight up, please," I urged.

On closer inspection, I could see no injury on his scrotum. My touch on the skin of his scrotum made him tense his muscles reflexively.
A careful and tender palpation of the front of his scrotum and tests behind the skin were also without result.
"hmm... It looks fine. I can't see anything"

"The left ball hurts now too. And after HE got harder, it hurts a little more".
Rishi now needed only a fingertip to keep his cock out of the way and pressed his, otherwise erect, hard-on against his hairless belly.

Concentrating on the examination, I hadn't recognised the development of a hard 19cm (7.5") tail.
But he looked thin compared to tails I knew. I decided to take a chance on this view and looked in detail.
Also on the underside of his smooth horn, between the shaft and the balls, no trace of a hair.
I felt there more carefully now.
Although I knew it was more than unpleasant, I pushed my fingers into his scrotum below the erectile tissue and felt for the spermatic cords. Acoustically, he indicated my touches with a sharp intake of breath. Fortunately, feeling along the tubes didn't produce anything either.
Reassuring him, I remarked: "All good so far...".

Rishi relaxed with a deep exhale:
"You are really very careful and gentle. The examinations with my urologist are not sooo pleasant. Quite the opposite of your touch."

Laughing, I said, "I hope you can still take it. Not that I'll suddenly get spunked..."
Serious again, I continued:
"Now it will get even worse, even more embarrassing and perhaps even more arousing for you. Please turn around and bend forward.
I need to look at the other, back side of your jewellery."

"ufff ... yes. It's hard for me to expose my body like this, but I have to do it. Otherwise you can't look there," he remarked, already turning around and bending down. Rishi propped himself up on the bed in front of him, holding his ass out to me.

"Please open, spread your legs just a little more so that I can see better".
The skin on the back was totally smooth too. Not a single hair.
Not on the skin, not on the scrotum, nowhere on the perineum up to his hole, nowhere in his cleft.
Luckily he didn't know yet (or did he?) how inviting and inviting the view of him was. Now it was up to me to take a deep breath.

Startled, it came: "Is it bad? Am I very hurt, do I need a doctor?"

"Oh sweetie ... If you only knew how great my view of the mountains and valleys is. I have to control myself a lot." I admitted.

"You ... not now. That belongs to someone else, the special one, first. Maybe after him, later? Now keep checking if I'm ok down there".

Again I took his appendage in my hand. At first glance I saw a darker area on the skin of the scrotum.
Probing, I approached this area and he took a deep breath. "ooouuu - that hurts!"

"sshhh... Be strong! I will try to be careful"
Very gently I pushed the bullet to the side, away from the dark spot on the skin and examined it there.
A very careful palpation of the sac's contents revealed nothing abnormal. The testicles and cord had apparently not been injured.
It seemed to be "only" a bruise on the skin and a bumped bullet.

After I let go, the sperm producer slid back into its regular place.
I tenderly stroked the smooth skin once more and then followed my finger up the perineum to its dark folds.

He clenched his ass, relaxed again and moaned:
"nggn god ... please don't. Otherwise I'll really mess up the bedclothes. You are so tender and know how to arouse someone.

He straightened up, unfortunately, thereby taking away my access. Rishi turned his front to me again and presented me his twitching thing, glistening by precum. Before I could even attempt to lick his boy honey, he had cleaned everything with a paper tissue.

Resignedly, I advised him:
"Maybe applying some 'Heparin gel' to the bruise, and 'Ibuprofen' or 'Advil' against the pain, will help.
You can get it over-the-counter at the drugstore.
Give your testicles a rest! I also recommend wearing tight underwear, not boxers, to hold your jewels tight and to limit their movement.
Most importantly: NO fooling around, NO wanking.
IF it doesn't get better in 3 or 4 days, you MUST see a doctor! As embarrassing as it may be."
With a final grab at all his things, I tenderly squeezed at his healthy spots. He made a noise that was not caused by pain and quickly lifted his trousers.

"Go ahead to the others - I have something to do," said Rishi sheepishly.

"NO. I recommended: NO wanking. Pack everything and better come with me."

Reluctantly he stowed his stiffy, pulled up his pants while grimacing, and we left, after he unlocked the door.
There was of course a big whispering when we came back.

Someone: "Did you really showed him EVERYTHING ?"

Rishi: "Yes. I had to. He was very carefully and tender, as we've had heard it"

An other one: "I would ... have died a bit"
(He was obviously referring to the French phrase 'le petit mort' => Orgasm)

Rishi: "No - there was no real reason for. He examined only. OK, sometimes it was .. arousing.
But I'm not allowed to...., at the moment. Even if I could do it, well, now"
and hinted at his hard-on by pressing the cloth of his jeans tight into his lap.

During this talk, I bent over to Shanish to whisper a quick summary for him:
"His one is cut, long but thin, and darker than his body skin. And totally with no hair - possibly by nature, because haven't seen any stubbles.
His pain is caused by a bruise at the scrotum and maybe of his left ball."

Shanish: "Ouch. The poor one ... Where? Front? In the back? I just ask - it always has to hinder him - walking, sitting and else"

A kinky idea shot through my head:
"Oh you ... that brings me to something. Let's see how obedient our toy really is" and nodded my head towards Damian.

"What are you up to? Certainly nothing good for him ..."

To Shanish I said, "Wait ..." turned to Damian and said, still kindly:
"Get your collar, PLEASE!"

Everyone fell silent due to my strict command at the end of the sentence and looked at me astonished, then at Damian.

Damian ducked:
"Here and now? With all the other friends being with us? Siiir..."
he tried to fend it off, pleadingly begging.
"You can't .... pleeaase.... not now"

"Here and now. In front of all your so-called friends."

"Yes SIR. Of course, Master. Any other wishes, Sir?"
He had switched into his role.

"No. The collar is enough ...at the moment."

Obeying and submissively he dropped his head, went inside and came back, wearing 'his sign' around the neck, the eyelet for the leash in front of his Adam apple, head dropped, eyes to the ground.

Directing him by hand signs to stand close at the side of my chair, I grabbed his buttock hard with one hand and explained at his friends:
"Damian decided, that he will submit to Shanish or me.
I'm his teacher and will have also the master, commanding role, to him. Shanish is only his master.
As a teacher I can Damian introduce and teach to new, unknown things.
Shanish can only put orders, which Damian has learned already and he's able to do so.
But Damian want, and have, to obey to both of us. As long he is wearing this collar, he indicates his submission to us.
Now let's see... "

Seven faces showed disbelief and astonishment and our actions were watched expectantly and attentively.

"Damian, my lover Shanish, your Master, wants to see where it's hurting Rishi. As Rishi is very shy, I have to demonstrate it him at yours. Show Shanish your skinny bag!"

"Sir ... please! But the others..., Sir .... " Damian hung his head, murmuring "That's so embarrassing for me!"

"DO IT. Stand proud and upright. Obey NOW!"

"Yes, Sir, teacher, Sir" Straightening up,
Damian opened his belt, revealed his lower body and presented his nude front to Shanish.

"No. Please turn and bent down forward" Without any more commenting or fending off, he followed my instructions.

Using firm presses on the insides of his thighs, I got him to spread his legs.
I grabbed between, pulled Damian's sac to the back side and showed Shanish the area of Rishi's pain.

As like for confirmation Shanish tapped a finger onto the testicle in my hand and caused a quiet howling by Damian.
"You mean there ?"
and Shanish pressed again. Because I still had the balls in my hand, I could feel that he was pressing harder this time.

A painfully distorted "Thank you, Master" by Damian.

Also pressing the balls, I said: "Ok that's it already. Well done." and let go.

Damian rose again and with this he revealed the sight of his stiffness.
"Thank you, Sir. Always at your service", smiled and was going to pull up the shorts.

Rishi spoke up:
"Damian, your master should please show me with the help of your parts how and where I apply the cream."

Damian turned askingly to me: "Sir ?"

"Do as you` ve been asked for !"
The grip on Damian's ass loosened, letting him go, and he crawled over to Rishi with his head shamefully bowed.
Standing in front of him, less than an arm's length away, Damian bent down and spread his cheeks, presenting the back of his sack and his boy pussy well.
I walked over to the two of them and stroked the skin of the sac with a fingertip, showing Rishi the spot for the cream and circling steadily around the object of demonstration.
Damian's sac began to shrink and contract from the pointer on his testicle.

"But HERE you have to be extremely careful" and suddenly pressed hard again on Damian's already previously tortured egg.
Now without any reaction from the tortured one.

Rishi stretched his own finger, pointed at Damian's bottom and looked at me questioningly. I just nodded silently.
"You mean here?" and squeezed the ball too, but he squeezed it nastily between two of his fingers and harder than me.

"SIIIR" Damian almost screamed in pain "You are so good to me today!"

One of the other friends remarked,
"Damn. That's a hot demonstration right there! Much more realistic than in biology class"
and reached into his lap with one hand, held it there and kneaded his privates.

To Damian I said, "Okay, body," purposely not calling him by his name.
"That's it for now. Wait for requests and orders to come."

Damian straightened up, pulled up his pants and took a position next to the bench seats. "Of course sir, thank you sir."

Shanish pulled me over to him when I wanted to sit down, and kissed me. While our heads where close, he asked quietly:
"Shouldn't we make use of the moment? HE is already wearing his 'necklace' and is in obeying-mode"

My lover can be sooo kinky and lewd - but he is so good at that. "What do you imagine?"

Shanish, louder, reproachful:
"I'm not pleased. He seems to be mentally absent today. He's not fulfilling his role completely.
Slave, you are allowed to get comfortable and undress, as usual. Your junk was already seen by everybody here."

Damian suddenly stood straight as a candle and looked shocked at Shanish:
"You ... you mean ... you want me to... ???"

When he got no answer by us, except a disapproving look, he went on surrendering:
"Yes, Masters! I forgot I'm not allowed to wear clothes in your presence."

Now all heads turned at him and looked unbelieving at him. He had everyone's attention now.

Apparently he didn't care any more now, because the first thing that came off was his pants.
At a warning gesture from Shanish, he folded the shorts and briefs neatly and put them aside.
The sack was pulled straightened and adjusted, the foreskin was slipped and held back with a tight grib at the trunk.
Damian took his briefs again, and cleaned and dried the formerly covered part of this member off.
Then it was the turn of the t-shirt, which was also folded and put aside.

When he was completely naked, he stood up straight again between Shanish's chair and mine, feet slightly apart, arms loose at his sides, his eyes staring into nowhere. But his tail stiff and pointing straight up.

Shanish commented laconically,
"I knew it, there's a way.... This outlook is much better..." and took a handful of chips as if nothing extraordinary had happened.

The backyard was still as silent as a graveyard, with only Shanish and I talking quietly.
Slowly the paralysis of our friends was disappearing and one by one they started to talk again. About what just happened, of course. With all kinds of reactions: Shock, agreement, disbelief, excitement, disapproval.
It was quite a lively discussion.

One of the boys stood up. It was Kamal, same age as Damian, same height, but much more athletic.
He had already lost the soft, boyish look and appeared more masculine.

Kamal stood up and walked toward Damian.
Damian, while being approached, looked at him first, then, when his body was within Kamal's reach, at me with a questioning and astonished look: -"Is he allowed to do that? Do I have to obey him too?'-

I gestured for him to wait and hold still.

Kamal murmured to Damian,
"Don't worry. I just want to look. I may be gay, but I'm not interested in YOU! You're too petite for me."
He circled Damian and looked closely at the naked body, soaking up every detail from all sides.
Especially the shaved genitals and the shortened pubic hair, formed into a triangle.
"I like that. Yeah, ...that too. Although it's a bit tiny. But I meant, I like that hairstyle."

Without asking Shanish, me, or Damian for permission, he lifted one of Damian's arms, peered into the shaved armpit, and let the arm hang again. Realizing that Damian hadn't moved or resisted, Kamal pushed Damian's penis aside, out of view, and looked again at the triangle.
"Yeah - I like that. Jay should cut my hair like that, too. Nothing comes out like that in swim races, above or to the side of the trunks.
I hate it when that happens."
He let the hard-one go, which slapt back to Damian's tummy and erected straight up again.

Pushing down the front of his own jeans and showing off his own dense, large triangle of pubic hair he said:
"I'm tired of this wool. It's too much and too thick. And: Jay must often spit hairs, when he's active at my..."

Returning to his seat, Kamal didn't hesitated to sort his parts in the shorts and to give Jay a hearty kiss on the way.
"You have to do that, too. For me, for us"

While the talking have had restarted, everybody nearly ignored the nude Damian.
Of course there were quick looks at the display, but nobody lingered longer or lusted for that nude body.
Shanish or me looked over at our toy sometimes, to check his posture and position.
Damian kept his position and didn't took part of the conversation nor reacted to any comments.

By the flow the talks went hotter again and were now focused to gayish-things.

Naturally the tension in Damian's limb had weakened over the time - but returned by our topics and talks.

The cock twitched clearly when Kamal kissed again Jay passionately.
After the kiss Jay checked his glass and wanted to get himself another Coke.
I recognized his intention and stopped him:
"Hey, keep your seat! We no waiter, but have a servant!"

Without any further command it came:
"Yes, Sir. Right away, Master!" Damian piped up.
He went to Jay, took the empty can, checked the other drinks and got new ones from inside.

After he'd finished serving everyone, I ordered at Damian:
"You are allowed to enclose your nail with your hand!"

Damian stopped in his move, took hold of his cock with one Hand and winced by the touch of the cold hand.

"Your balls, too!"

Bending his knees, he opened his legs a bit and enclosed his sac, inhaling deeply.

"OK - enough. Stand by again." I ordered next, smiling.

Kamal giggled quietly. Jay: "Don't laugh. Ever touched your own eggs with an ice cold hand?"
Now Kamal really laughed.
Jay quickly reached into the pot of ice cubes, took a few, waited until his hand was cold, then threw the ice deep into the garden and slid his hand into Kamal's shorts.
Kamal squeaked loudly up and tried to withdraw the hand of his lover from his privates.
Common laughters erupted.

Now also the reserved, quiet Pavan became active.
Taking an ice cube he went to Damian: "Let's see if he can be really such a good boy"

Shanish erupted: "STOP. He is OUR's!"
He stood up and took the ice cube from Pavan away.
"YOU are not allowed to do that at OUR sub. - Besides, remember he's your brother."

He neared himself to Damian and let the cube glide on over his skin.
Slowly from the shoulder to a nipple and orbiting around it.
Damian stood as ordered and beared the icy touch silently with squinched eyes.
Until Shanish pressed the ice directly at the wart and kept it there.
Then Damian escaped a high pitched "iiieeeh".
The circling at the other nipple and the 'cooling down" of the nub he endured silently again.
"Well done, Sub,"
Shanish praised, and let the almost melted cube fall between Damian's feet.

Watched by the friends, I also got up and took ice from the pot. Was Damian smiling at me, joyfully expecting me?
His eyes were on me as I came closer, the ice cube in front of my chest.

Since Shanish was still standing, I slid the water crystal over his arm, breast, nipple, sternum, breast, nipple, and other arm as I passed.
The first touch produced an "iieeeks" of surprise, but then he smiled and let me do it.
Leaving the last arm, he said loud enough for all to hear,
"Always at your service. You're welcome, dear."

Now I pressed the frozen water to Damian's breast bone and let it slide down slowly.
Damian's eyes widened - he was trying to guess my intentions.
Instead of going further to his stiffy, I floated to the groin.
Then I suddenly put the cube to his piss slit and after a second rubbed it over the frenulum.
No sound.
He endured it in mute silence.
As the cold moved over the tube, his knees, trembling with excitement, parted. I squeezed the nearly melted ice cream between his balls and waited until the piece was all gone.
Questioningly, Shanish was already offering the pot in my direction.

The next cube was held by me from below to the bottom of the bag.
I pushed it back and forward, more and more to his backside, up the crack.
Damian's knees began to tremble so much that it was clearly visible.
He voluntarily bent forward a little so I could rub his perineum and cleft more easily.
I continued sliding back and forth as I rotated the cube, rounding the edges.

The ice approached his quivering hole and I held the cold suppository against his sphincters with some pressure - until it slipped inside. My pressing hand between his shoulder blades prevented his bouncing and straightening.
But not his surprised scream.

The squeezing finger pushed the cold even deeper into his rectum.
"Stand up and shut up!"
I said harshly, turning around and returning to my seat.
Now I could see that the others had been watching me closely and some were very preoccupied with themselves.

"Get Kleenex for our guests - NOW!" I commanded Damian.

"uuuhm... Sir, I may need a moment inside, sir. personal.... Problems in my guts, sir!" he stammered.

I knew his problems - the ice was making him uncomfortable in his lower end and also induced him to take a crap.
Annoyed, I replied:
"NO. The Kleenex are more important than your minor 'issues'. You should also bring your plug"

"Yes, Sir. As you order!"
Oddly walking, he disappeared and cam back in a flash, placed the box of tissues at the table.
Submissive he lowered his gaze and handed me the plug.

"You forgot the lube." I stated. "But that's your problem, soon. Bow!".
Damian turned, offered me the view of his backside and voluntary spread his ass cheeks.

Unseen to him, I had prepared another cube, while he was inside, and had shaped the hard edges in my hand.
With this cold fingers I intruded his hole surprisingly.
Flinching, he wanted to stand up, but quickly remembered to keep bent.
Without any toying around or fumbling I made the next cube pass the brown wrinkles and penetrate his intestines.

Causing him to whail again, when the ice passed the sphincter. In the now well wetted hole I inserted the plug by light force, not waiting for Damian's adaptation to the invader.
He moaned loudly by pleasure at the thrill, which his misused back end gave him.
Holding the plug tightly at its end I let it slip in slooowly.
Pulled it out again, pushed it hard in and wiggled it a bit to make it fit.

"At place, position and silence!" I commanded harshly again.

Standing up straight he was breathing hard, but smiled at me contentedly.

Since I had to concentrate on Damian, I unfortunately saw only a few guys cum, but many used the provided Kleenex in their laps.
I got my beer and took a gulp.
"That's taken care of. We talked about this...?"
Everybody was laughing.

Sunil swallowed hard and remarked: "Intense, what we've seen earlier. Wow".

That got my attention. "Why was it 'intense' for you?" I asked back.

"I could never be that absolutely obedient. Being ordered around like that and enduring moody, despotic punishments and arbitrary pain. And he did it willingly. Or didn't he, or what? I'm totally confused. I can't imagine that for myself. ...
However, being together with, or better: owning a...sub.... - a good idea." (he avoided the word 'slave').

"Master?" it came from Damian at the side. "May I say something?"

I gestured for Damian to come closer and allowed him to speak, "Participate and talk, slave."

Sunil: "He even needs permission to talk - whew".

"My teacher showed me MUCH, and gave me much joy, and gifted(!) much joy to me."
(whistles of approval from others)
"And he introduced me to different ways of .... relationship, playing, fun, sex.
I have chosen(!) to be submissive, to obey him and Shanish, and serve them as they request - even if it can be painful."

The questioning Sunil was taken aback by this statement.
He thought for a moment and said in a commanding voice, "Gimme a blowjob!"

Damian, proudly, "NO ! - No, it doesn't work that way. I don't take any orders from anyone. I am property(!) of my teacher and my master.
I only obey them. Let's say it is my way of showing them my love. And it is not to my disadvantage or misfortune".

The one asking put his willie, which he had freed to early, back into his shorts.

After a quick glance at me, Shanish said in a calm voice:
"Ok, blow him. But in a way so he will never forget!"

"Yes, my master! My pleasure, Sir!" Damian replied quickly.
He kneeled down before of Sunil, got his cock out again and started a special blowjob at him.

In front of all the other watching, horny and drooling friends.

Shanish and I knew about the skills of Damian's tongue, the different pressure of his lips and the capabilities of his sucking. Damian licked and teased Sunil's pride to several edges, denying and delaying the first climax for him.
Sunil moaned, tensed and often tried to mouth fuck.
Damian avoided it by closing his lips tightly on the edge of the tip (did he use his teeth carefully?). Or swallowed it deep in his throat.
Then Damian let Sunil explode in his mouth.

With a long, stammering howl, Sunil's body straightened and tensed, relaxed and pumped into the orifice that had closed very tightly around his penis.
Sunil slumped back in his seat, panting and fighting for breath.

As Damian had learned to do, he gripped the highly sensitive cock hard, licked it clean and dry on the outside as well, causing the enquirer to tremble again.

When Sunil was able to speak again:
"WOW - no one has ever done that to me before. The bestest blowjob ever!"

Damian stood back up, stopped short in front of me and bowed:
"Thank you teacher for your lessons" and wanted to return to his spot.

Graciously, I allowed him:

"For this good performance, you may remove the plug if you wish and relieve the pressure on your backside. ONLY on your backside!"
He bowed again and rushed inside.

"Why didn't he do it when I was ordering him to? Is he so ... Dependent, obedient, loyal? Or am I not his type, or my thing too disgusting?"
The orally pleased Sunil asked.

"No. It's much simpler: WE didn't ordered him to do so.
To explain it a little more: We love each other - in some different ways.
We are like any couple ... ok, triple.
He trusts us - we trust him. Totally. He only does things we ask him to do.
He likes to be just a body, a toy or a tool - to be used by us. But WE know and accept HIS limits.
We would never cause him serious pain or intentionally hurt him.
We will never expect anything disgusting, repulsive or impossible from him.
Like send him shopping naked or lick a not clean... you know where.
He also knows that we follow the local laws and moral rules. Okay, mostly.
So: Nothing in public. Never talk about any of what happened between us."

Again a questioning "Sir?" from Damian, who was back in his proper spot.
Standing upright, presenting his still swollen tail, looking into nothingness.

According to a permitting sign from Shanish, Damian continued:
"I am treated well by both of them. I trust that they never expect anything outside my limits.
When we try something new, we have a secret word, halting everything and immediately.
However, I never had to use that word in the past. Although, in that restaurant back then...".
He bit his tongue so as not to give too much away.
"Master, I'm sorry, Sir! Please punish my unruly tongue."

Forgiving him, I remarked,
"It's okay, this time. Yeah, that was nearly too much what Shanish did to you in the restaurant."

"Why that?" interrupted Shanish "Just because I licked his oily nipples clean and held him by his gogod {-> Penis} under the table?"

Some of the others got unsteady in their chairs again, but everyone was laughing.

"Sir? I'm not sure you knew how close you brought me. There was almost an ... accident under the table."

"Yes - I knew that. I wanted you NOT to cum, but to make you horny to the max"

"oooh how mean" escaped Nanda.
He was one of the guys Shanish had fooled around with in the past.

Shanish challenged him:
"Come in with me and I'll show you how exciting it is NOT to cum".

I nodded to Shanish.
He stood up, pulled the completely stunned Nanda up and went into the house with him.
A moment later, the sound of the seat belt buckle was heard briefly, then a short "aah"
After that, we heard nothing for a while.

Without stating his name, I addressed Damian:
"You will answer ALL questions and speak openly with them - until I say otherwise or command you to be quiet again.
But remember, NO DETAILS about our games."

"Yes, Sir. No, Sir!!"

The interview began immediately.
What he had already done, was it ALWAYS nice for him, is he still a virgin, did he had any bodily injuries, and and and....

In between, we often heard suppressed explicit noises from the house. Shanish made it obviously really exciting for his friend.

... what was most embarrassing, what hurt him very much, did he ever....

Suddenly a loud "Pleeeaaase let me cum" and a simple "NO" from inside.

Damian grinned knowingly but immediately apologized "sorry sir".

... was he ever tied up, was he ever beaten ....

Then a really loud "Yeeeeess. Oh so goodood." Apparently Shanish had made him come. "Stop stop... No no... no more touching aaaah"

"Yes, he's very good at that. And then keep stroking even when the tip is sooo sensitive and you can't take any more touches."
Damian remarked unasked and wanted to apologize once again. "Sor -..."

"That's enough of your 'Sorry's'. Shut up, come here," I interrupted him. "Get down on my knees!"

Damian came to me and lay down on my knees, his belly on my thighs, his ass free in the air and clutching the chair legs with his hands to keep his balance.

Emphasizing every single word by a hard slap on his bum, I rebuked him:
"You - shall - not - talk - unasked - nor - tell - details!"

- WAMM - "Most of all, not what WE do together" - WAMM -.
The last both hits of my hand were intentionally very strong and hard.

Damian wanted to jump up due to of the painful last strikes, but I held him.
Without uttering a single sound, except "Thank you, master. I deserved it, Sir"

"Position!" He went with a dark red ass to his station.
When he turned around, we saw his hard penis, slit and tip glistening by drops of precum.

"Wow ... you guys are very special. The blows at the end even hurt me."

I shrugged my shoulders "Trust me - it hurts me also to punish him. But sometimes he needs a reminder and a fresh up of his obedience. Look closer: He liked the spanking, otherwise he wouldn't be leaking like that"

"Damn. You are right. His is pretty wet."

... abruptly a "oooh myyy goood - aaaaah" out of the house.
"Ok, That was number two. They will come back soon" I remarked neutrally.

Indeed. Shortly thereafter, Shanish and his friend Nanda rejoined us.
Shanish grinned broadly, his 'victim' was a little wobbly on his feet.
"I'll never ask again..." and flopped down on his chair, took a big swig of his lemonade and gasped in exhaustion.
Another situation of great laughter.

Nanda whispered conspiratorially to Shanish and me:
"That was great and now I'm kind of jealous of 'the body' - Damian. I'd like to try that too.
But you have to have a lot of trust for that. You two would be a good teacher, I think.
To give up my own will completely ... I'm not sure I can do that."

Shanish: "Too bad. You're too late, I'm afraid. We own a 'body' now. Although ... The little I saw of your physique didn't look bad either. Maybe one day you'll get a chance .... hehe."

Again, without being asked and thus risking the next painful punishment, Damian remarked:
"I don't think YOU could do that. It takes a lot to ignore your own desires.... And needs.
Look inside yourself, just in this moment. I see you're hard again. You'd like to cum again, wouldn't you?"

"... yes, it does. When I think about my last blowout, earlier .... I'm close again"

Damian bent over and presented his hole to Nanda, inviting him in:
"Look closely! HE wants to go there, doesn't he? But YOU are not allowed..."
and stroked his pendulous scrotum and twitching anus.

"Oh, please... please stop that and get back up! I can't guarantee any more self-control.... HE really wants to be in there now."
and rubbed his bulge.

"Stay in that position! And don't you dare move!" I commanded Damian hard and loud.
I got up, went inside and came back with a wooden cooking spoon.

Returning, I rushed straight to Damian and out of the blue smacked his free ass with the wooden spoon.
Loud clapping and leaving a red imprint of the round spoon part at once.
Another -CLAP- and the other cheek was also marked.

Nanda screamed out loud with "OUCH NOOO No punishment for him, please! ... Somehow I have challenged him to answer."
He jumped from his chair, dropped his pants and presented his bent bare ass.
"I am complicit and should be beaten up too".

"Yes" -CLAP- "Sir, sorry" -CLAP- "SIIIIIR."
Damian howled as the punishment continued.

"I will teach you" -CLAP- "to speak" -CLAP- "without permission from us!"
Now he was almost sobbing, not forgetting, to add
"Tha.... Tha... thank you, sir".

"STAND! You better not look our way!"
Damian straightened up, which also brought his hard-on upright.
A long, glittering chain of precum pearls dangled from his piss slit to below his balls.

Nanda watched the scene with her mouth open.
"Uufff. That was very ... Hard and strict! I wonder if I'd have that much discipline... and all that without flinching, without screaming .... And even saying 'thank you' at the end!"

Testing him, I ordered Nanda, "Stand in front of me and don't move!"

He jerked his head as if he had been struck by a whip, pulled up his clothes, turned to me and did as told.
Nanda stood upright in front of me, bewildered, waiting for my impending action.
With a sudden, quick movement, I had his shorts down to his knees. His exposed member was already very stiff and glistening.

With a disgusted expression, I said dismissively:
"No, sorry. You're already too excited. You can't be trained or taught by me today"
I rubbed his penis four...five times and pulled up his pants as suddenly as I pulled them down before.
Without caring much about his genitals - which were rudely and painfully pulled past the elastic band and pushed back into his pants.

Shanish got back into the game: "My dear, Master, maybe Nanda can do more, can do something else".

Skeptically I looked at him, "... and what could that be?"

"If he can't be tormented or is not allowed to suffer under you - maybe he can LET suffer?
I want to offer myself to him and be his object of practice.
You know I can control myself and endure much - I think I can endure more than others"

"It would be generous and brave, but also dangerous. Remember, he has absolutely NO experience with pain, excitement, and torture."

"That's why I think I'm a good test subject for him. Maaayyybe he can give me some .... Fun!" and grinned expectantly.

Ok, the other friends had fallen silent again, demoted to our audience.
They just stared at us - but Nanda, the one we were talking about (and not WITH), almost lost his head from his shoulders.
That's how quickly he looked back and forth between Shanish and me.

"hmmm... I'm not fully convinced." I pulled Shanish closer, put one arm around his hips and grabbed his very swollen manhood with the other hand.
"Better think twice about what you're going to allow, and please be careful! Not that Nanda will destroy or break anything - or hurt YOU badly! I want to have fun with your candy in the future, too."

He pressed his bulging front firmly into my protective hand and wiggled it,
"For my own sake, I will take good care of your gifts - I want to continue to impregnate you in the future and have hopes for our children, remember?"

I gave in, smiling, but fighting with myself inside, "Are you two going in or are we welcome to watch?"

"um... hello, excuse me? Can I say something about that too?" Nanda spoke up.

"NO," Shanish and I answered him at the same time, in one voice.
Shanish continued, " I demand, not request, to do it here! Maybe the other horny dogs can learn something."

The lesson began with Shanish standing in front of Nanda, a meter away.
"This was the last movement I made alone. From now on, my body is at your use for some time.
Consider well what you order, and imagine WHAT and HOW I will do it.
How it is, how it feels for me, physically or mentally - This is not your problem and you should not worry.
Your first action: think of a temporary sign, a symbol of my submission.
As long as I wear it or have it, I will be "your body", your toy or thing.
My safeword for the immediate termination of an intended or ongoing action by you will be 'Airplane'."
He repeated: "Safeword is 'Airplane'."

Shanish fell silent, waited, and looked directly at the thinking Nanda.

After thinking for a while, Nanda nodded slowly and silently - almost ceremonially.

"Stay!" he ordered Shanish, and picked up a piece of clothesline from the posts in the meadow.
He made a loose double loop, wrapped it around Shanish's wrists, pulled and knotted it tight.

Solemnly, Nanda said:
"Let this be my sign. Your wrists tied, like your obedience to me."

Slowly Nanda rolled up the remaining leash and after a few turns said to us in an annoyed, angry voice:
"First lesson: Think of the consequences first -sigh- Now I can't take off his shirt" and giggled.

Shanish: "Sir ?"

"Talk !"

"Master, let me help you - this one time," Shanish offered.
He held the coil of rope himself and managed to pull it through his sleeve, and then removed his shirt.
Standing there bare-chested, he handed the roll back to Nanda and froze, waiting for the next orders.

Nanda looked at the naked upper body from all sides, but could not keep his fingers off it.
Randomly and casually he stroked the upper arm or a shoulder blade or the sides of the waist or the chest - lastly from forehead to tip of the nose.
The single, unexpected, random touches of varying intensity made Shanish flinch each time.

Nanda stated: "It's new for me to have another, different body at my disposition. It sometimes reacts more than I expected.
I should get more cautious. I'm worried about getting hit unintentionally later - as much as he responses and twitches."

He took the rope and made the first fixing at one elbow.
He proceeded it behind Shanish's back to the other elbow, wrapped it around, and forced the elbows painfully behind the back,
by pulling at the rope and knotting them there.
Next came the wrists, which were lifted up and tied on either side next to Shanish's chest. To do so, Nanda passed the clothes line four -- no five, times over the upper body. He made sure both nipples where pinched between two wraps and are stuck out.

Almost tenderly, he checked the windings, making sure it was tightly knotted but not too tight against the skin.
By doing so, he touched very sensitive areas of Shanish: the upper insides of his arms and the outsides of his chest.
Each time he touched these erogenous zones of Shanish, he took a deep breath and tensed up.
To celebrate his discovery and enjoying the effect, Nanda ended up stroking only these regions.

From Shanish's face, contorted with lust, I could tell how arousing the touches were for him.

Nanda went further and touched the outside of the waists (another of Shanish's weak points), causing distinct twitches in the bulge of the pants.
"Oh - That can still move" Nanda observed. "I have to change that..."
He undid the belt and roughly pulled down Shanish's jeans and underwear at the same time.

(...Which made me wince. I paid a lot for this little piece of nothing, made of black fine lace, pulled too quickly out of sight).

Tapping to the shins (like you do at a horse) made Shanish lifting the related leg, so Nanda could remove both trousers completely.
Again without a word, just by slightly beating the inner, upper thighs he made Shanish standing wide legged.

He took a step back, scanned Shanish's front with his eyes and walked around 'his body' again.
Again touching here and there.
Over the dimples above the buttocks, with a finger over the lower spine, over the belly.
But Nanda avoided touching the ass or the genitals.

The audience, captivated by Nanda's 'show', had become restless again.
Comments and remarks were quietly exchanged, various jeans bumps kneaded.

One guy begged softly moaning: "He should finally touch that cock.... Now!"

I muttered, "No. Just don't! Nanda is doing very well. Understand: Shanish is waiting for that touch. Nanda denies it to him to increase arousal."
Shanish's hard, curved cock agreed with me.

As if to hug Shanish, Nanda reached behind Shanish and kept pulling the loose end of the rope forward from behind.
He placed a few wraps and knots at the waist and belly - but so tight that Shanish had to pull in his (already flat) belly as Nanda tightened the windings of the rope somewhat brutally.

Overall it looked aesthetically pleasing, all loops evenly spaced, all nodes or intersections in a vertical line. The art of 'Shibari'.
Almost like a corset, accentuating Shanish's naturally slender, distinct waist even more.
The highlight was a diamond on Shanish's belly created by the ropes, the center of which was marked by the navel.

Nanda again tested the bindings by feeling along the ropes and skin.
Due to the bondaged belly, Shanish couldn't inhale deeply, but enough to moan audibly as Nanda touched and stroked the skin on the outside of her waist between the rope lines.

Satisfied with the result, Nanda took up the remaining end again.
He led it from the belly in the left groin to the back and in the right groin again to the ropes at the front. Tying a knot behind and under the sack, he formed a "V" with the ropes framing the genitals.

Next he prompted Shanish to squat down.
Now Nanda slid the two ropes running to the back side by side, which enclosed the sack as well and pushed it upward.
Nanda aligned the cords leading backward into Shanish's crack.
His buttocks were now divided by the ropes, with an additional knot pressing firmly on the perineum below the testicles.

"Stand up!" ordered Nanda.
Shanish tried to stand up, but remained bent over with his upper body.
"Stand up and straighten up!"
Now Shanish tried to straighten up as ordered, contorted his face and moaned.
His cock twitched violently. Once his body was straight, the tip pulsed up and down.

Like as only for himself Nanda said quietly:
"Well. Well, the additional knot functions as intended! It's pressing one of his sensitive spots."
Then, directed to me:
"To complete it, I need a thinner rope or a longer shoelace, please"

Nanda's request made me take my eyes off his artwork on my sweetheart.

Our friends were more or less obviously rubbing their body parts, eyes fixed firmly on Shanish's bound body.

I went into the house, found a six-foot piece of parcel string (thankfully a softer material, not such hard, coarse sisal stuff) and handed it to him.
"Will this do or is it too thin?" waiting to see what he would do with it on my beloved.

"Nearly perfect. Some inches more would be nice, but this will do."

He started with a knot on one of the lines that formed the "V", put a loop just behind the edge of the glans and pulled the tip exactly in the middle of the outer ropes of the "V".
Well done and not easy ... With that hard, curved penis that usually pointed somewhere else.

But the next tying and knotting topped it:
Nanda placed it right in the middle of the normally curved shaft.
He tightened the package string, forcing the hard cock into an almost straight shape, but stopped when Shanish moaned heavily. "CONTINUE. DO IT" came through the pinched lips.

Nanda finished. The Willy was forced straight and center between the outer ropes.
To ensure straightness, Nanda made another tie at the root of the cock and tightened the cord.
But the work was not yet complete for his liking.
He looked at the length of the remaining string in his hand and then tugged at Shanish's testicles with his other hand.

He wrapped the string tightly around the scrotum a few times, making the balls stand out clearly.
The last piece of string not only separated the two balls, but almost split the scrotum, so tightly did it fit.
Each sperm maker separated, tightly covered by the nearly bursting skin.

Obviously pleased with the result, Nanda sat down and absorbed the sight of his work of artistic art while directing Shanish into various positions with his finger.

When nothing else happen, a quiet applause and some "Bravos" of the friends began, then the comments and congratulations came up.

Until one said: "That looks sooo hot... AND artistic! Like Kinbaku. I guess, at least, good as the Japanese can do. That should be photographed!"

Nanda thanked gratefully and added: "You can take pictures of it. As long as I can be sure you don't show his face".

I protested, "I'm totally against taking pictures! THAT is something very private. As very private ... as fucking your lover.
You don't take pictures or videos of that"
Some silly giggling by our friends.
"Wait - you do?"

Shanish asked, "Nanda Sir?"

Nanda looked at him in amazement, "WHAT?" - What is it?"

"My request, Sir: I want my lover to be allowed to do this. Let him photograph me in the bondage. Also with my face.
He shall also take close-ups of some details, especially the fine work and the little things that excite me very much currently.
Will you allow us?"

Nanda immediately agreed "If even YOU agree and ask for it, it should be ok for me"

Since the camera on Shanish's phone was much better than mine, I grabbed his phone off the table and took pictures of him.
Total shots from the front, back and side. Then lots of close ups of all the delicate and exciting details.
When I was done, I deliberately thanked Nanda very formally and sat back down.

While I was trying to take the pictures with my hands trembling with excitement, the next questions came from the watching gang:
...if they could at least come closer, if they could look closer, ....or even touch him.

After a nod from Nanda and me (Shanish was not asked) they circled him and looked at all the details, especially the arousing ones.
One of the boys couldn't hold his fingers back, and soon Shanish had touching, stroking, feeling hands all over his body.
Touches in the "right" places made him moan, or emit a satisfied or approving sound.
I noticed that his entangled, immobile member twitched (as much as possible) and thickened a few times.
His glans, held free by the string, had been a massive, bulbous mushroom head for a long time.
By chance, all the switches of Shanish's body were triggered one after another and his ecstasy grew, his senses intoxicated by his hormones.

One guy said, "Oh, God. This is too hot for me. I can't hold it. I have to unload"
and disappeared into the background, jerking off violently as he walked.

Another: "... alone his defenseless enduring all this, all the touches ... too much even for me"
and discharged himself, with two, three moves of his fist, directly in front of Shanish, to the floor.

A third friend completely disagreed:
"Nobody can have fun like that...impossible. I just feel very sorry for him."

Although Shanish was constantly touched, aroused and stimulated, he was aware of his surroundings and the comments of his friends.
He managed to say between his arousals and moans:
"Understand it - I'm enjoying it.
All the stimulating touches, I can't fight them off, I have to endure being touched in the most private places - but no feeling long enough to relieve me. Insanely beautiful and thrilling for me to be helpless.
To be at someone's mercy - someone who finally allows me to explode and gives me relief.
"Aaaahh" he ended with a surprised cry as one of his hard nipples was pinched again.

"I want to drive you really insane now..."
I said to him with a devilish grin, put the mobile to the table and knelt down in front of his bound, exposed and extradited body.
Without touching him with my hands, I licked his trapped, forcibly straightened shaft from the bottom to the top and let my tongue play near at the threads around his rod.
He moaned hard and a lot now. Maybe because I moved intentionally slow.
When the tip of my tongue reached the rim of his glans, the body cramped and shook severely.
By his uncontrolled body reactions of his ecstasy, he became so unstable that he had to be held upright by two guys who, fortunately, appeared at his sides.

...the next one of the audience went with his trousers open to the background.

My stimulations at the lower side of his tip, at the frenulum and at the slit made Shanish nearly painfully scream out - but he didn't cum (yet).

Nanda could not watch it any longer. One hand was busy rubbing his own cock, the other hand loosened the parcel string on Shanish's member with a short, hard yank - all the knots on the trapped penis opened, one by one. They had been tied a particular way.

Shanish's cock returned to its natural, curved shape. Now that the blood could flow freely again, the veins stood out clearly.
The eggs, also freed, retained in their high position, almost next to the root of the shaft.

It was difficult to "catch" the wildly pulsating tip and enclose it with my lips.
As soon as he was in my mouth, my lips completely enclosing him and my tongue teasing him, Shanish's toughness collapsed with an earth-shattering scream and he released his proteins.
Fortunately, the two friends were still supporting his body.

Surprised by the sudden eruption, I let go of his pumping rod. Volley after volley shot into the air, high and far.
As he ejaculated, his head lowered to his chest and his lusty, animalistic sounds turned into whimpers.
He just pumped away, releasing all the pent-up tension, emptying his overtaxed organs of sperm production... Spasms shook the over excited body. Again and again. Even when he had been "dry" for a long time and, except for tears of joy, nothing left him.

Meanwhile other friends had fetched a blanket and the both supporting guys carefully put the limp body of Shanish on the blanket.
Nanda removed the rope while Shanish's inert body was moved by his friends. Tenderly they placed the formerly trapped, immobile held extremities in a normal, stretched Position.
Shanish's chest rose and sank, unsteady, sometimes jerky like he was crying. The cock on his tummy was still twitching like he was cuming.
Sometimes even his ass muscles cramped accordingly.

Everybody was quiet, looking at the naked, powerless, Shanish.
Except the two, who had held Shanish upright before.
They where also looking at the nude corpus, but also very busy with their cocks, panted and had to make use of the Kleenex box.

Nanda had got hard earlier, too - but nothing more. No real wanking, except the few strokes earlier, no squirting.
Now he was sitting in his chair, totally relaxed and without a bulge in his pants, nibbled crackers or drank.
Uninterested - like he had nothing to do with the happening or us.

Sitting on the ground, close to my lover, I placed many small kisses on Shanish's lips and tenderly, soothingly caressed his chest.
It took a while until he opened his eyes, inhaled deeply, wrapped an arm around my neck, pulled me close and kissed me long and intensively back.

In between of the kisses he asked me:
"What happened? I remember getting tied up and all those gentle, feeling hands on my body after, which were driving me crazy.
Bringing me to the edge, constantly keeping me close to cuming and finally your tongue touched my forcibly straightened Gogod ... and then it gets blurry.
Until your kisses now. Everything else is foggy, confusing and like a puzzle.
But it was very, very nice - that much I know! I feel burnt out now, like after a marathon. But very relaxed and like floating"

Damain had remained quiet and inconspicuous in the background throughout the entire performance.
Now he stepped closer and addressed Shanish and me:
"Sirs. I beg your pardon.
I will take any punishment for unsolicited speech. But before I burst I MUST say it now:
This act was artistic, grandiose, tender, full of love ... and erotic.
Sirs, Masters.
I allowed myself to record pics of everything with my mobile. You both know, it's safe with me.
After you transferred it to Master's laptop, I will delete it in my phone and wipe the memory to no trace.
I beg for your mercy and your forgiving, Sir, Masters."
He fell silent again, bowed his head, held the mobile in front of his chest and waited for our reaction and his punishment.

Shanish could barely move, that much he was exhausted.
He just lifted his head and looked over to Damian:
"Thanks, sweetheart. No worries - I know you have done it just for me. Please come to me and receive my gratitude"
and blew a kiss in Damians direction.
Damian hesitantly approached Shanish, knelt down and was trapped by an arm. `
He got a deep kiss and a whispered "Thank you for gathering documentary material. We will do so as you have had said"

I got up, went over to Damian and embraced him tight but heartily.
He stiffened up, awaiting ranting and penalty. Instead I gave him also a big, warm kiss and my thank:
"Thank you very much. This is the first time I have welcomed your disobedience and totally excuse it.
No, I accept it. Well done! It would be very sad, if Shanish wouldn't be possible to freshen up and complete his memories.
Be assured, he will have a lot of fun again while looking at his own torture."

Damian snuggled close into me and only said: "Trust."

Holding Damian in my arm, we sat down on the blanket, too.
When Damian sat close and embracing me, Shanish got up into a sitting position also and leaned against my free side.
I was 'sandwiched" between my dearest friends.

"Sir?" Damian spoke up. "It is not right in my unworthy opinion you are still clothed. You should also be nude as we are." and ducked his head.

On my other side, Shanish distanced himself, awaiting an outburst of my displeasure, possibly leading to a punishment of the sassy Damian.
Instead I drew Shanish back into the cuddle and said to Damian in a mild voice:
"Would you like to change that, please?"

"Yes, Sir. It will be a great honor for us, Sir!"

Shanish disengaged again and just watched.
He was too spent to help Damian to undress me. When Damian was finished, he put my clothes reverent away.
We three nudes enclosed in our arms again, exchanging kisses of love.

Pavan interrupted our private moment and said:
"Okay, I know you're not afraid or ashamed to show your naked body. Still, I'm amazed you're doing it here and now!?"

Kamal (the swimmer with the too big bush) joined in:
"Yeah, me too. I assumed you were the boss. And now you've humiliated yourself, stripped down, sitting there naked, showing it all off? "

Murmured agreement erupted from the others.

I replied, "Um. I didn't `degrade' myself in my opinion. Nudity is nothing special to me. I'm mostly naked at home.
And since we all got very close tonight, even for very good friends, I thought I can still feel like I'm at home and let go of my clothes."

Sunil: "I'm confused too - Not by you," looking directly at me.
"But by the whole scene here and now. I'm not used to seeing so much permissiveness, nudity, private parts and intimacy - I like it.
I like it a lot. It's a shame, usually it's prudish and inhibited. And not like this - so uncomplicated and natural.
I've found a new favorite place for me, I think."
"...If I may come again." he added shyly after a second.

Shanish answered him directly:
"HERE is always like that. We always touch, caress or kiss each other when we feel like doing it and pass each other by.
Unfortunately, the public is very uptight and prudish when it comes to physical contact between two men or the pure, naked human body.
Just look at the beaches: Crazy! Girls are forced to go swimming in swimsuits, leggings and t-shirts! Why is that?
Another example: Why don't boys or men show their feelings and moods?
I need to say: I am disgusted and repulsed when a girl kisses a boy while walking on the street.
THEY are allowed to do it. And I get jealous - especially if he is pretty."

Sounds of approval from all.

Rishi also shared his thoughts:
"It looks incredibly tender and sweet with the three of you sitting there cuddled up, arm in arm, kissing each other - after what I saw earlier.
It looked so brutal and dominant - almost like rape - not love. It doesn't fit together somehow."

I took the word:
"See it like this: you and your lover make love.
YOU like to fuck him from the front and watch his face and facial expressions while you pound him.
At the same time, you know that he prefers it anonymous and beastly from behind.
For him, you give up your preference. You do it because you want to make HIM happy.
These two sometimes like it hard and WANT to be commanded or suffer - that's how I do it then. Out of love and to comply with their desire.
But often it is also very vanilla. Tender and cuddly between the three of us."

Nanda remarked, "So driving your partner up the hill and keeping him close to come, but without letting him break free, is also a sign of your love?
I suffered a lot, Shanish, when you did that to me when we were in the house earlier. It was so mean to always stop touching.
It almost became painful"

Shanish: "But in the end, when I let you - wasn't it VERY beautiful and intense?"

Nanda relented, "Yes. True. Intense it was... very... Much more than I've ever felt while jerking off standard."

"You see - a little suffering can be fun too."

Suddenly Pretish stood up:
"Now I've had enough. I cannot and will not hold back my secret any longer. Don't tell me about "suffering".
Since things are soooo open-minded and free here, I want to show you why I didn't participate in this circle jerk.
I still feel ashamed and totally insecure - but I WANT to be a part of your open, sexy community and will reveal my secret."

As he talked, he undid the belt of his jeans and let them fall down.
He hooked his thumbs into the elastic bands of his underwear - a minimum of fabric covering his goods.
"... please don't laugh at me now."
With his last words, he pushed down the postage stamp-sized front, presenting his completely shaved and smooth private parts.

A collective "WOW!" rang out as the cloth revealed a pink "Holy Trainer" tightly encircling his loose scrotum and kept the cocooned cock close to his body.

One snarled, "Are you crazy!!!? Why did you do that? Why would anyone lock up his cock and make it inaccessible to ... you know what I mean?"

Pretish replied, still showing off his plastic-imprisoned junk:
"That's exactly why. A week ago (a common "oof" from the others) I was very horny and decided to see how long I could NOT deny my needs.
I bought the thing for my cock at a Chinese place, near the 'Immigration Square'.
One day when I wasn't hard, I hurried to take advantage of the rare opportunity to lock it up.
It was a bit difficult even with lube to push the bullets through the ring. The ring is really tight, but exactly as I wanted.
My cock, getting hard again, was not a problem. I was fast enough before it grew. Now I'm always reminded of my promise to stay a good boy.
When I get those naughty thoughts and he tries to get up, it starts to hurt. Really hurt.
The first three days were tough, then I got used to it and it doesn't get very big anymore.
AND: I haven't come in eight days. I'm proud of him and me."

Shanish leaned forward a little and asked Damian across my chest:
"Let's make Pretish suffer..."

Pretish cried out in dismay, "NO ... don't touch me!"

Damian had sensed Shanish's hints and intentions:
"No. No one is going to touch you. But watch us closely now..." and he began to caress my chest.
Soon I felt my leg touched and caressed at Shanish's side. Damian took his hand off my breast, but only to spread my legs in cooperation with Shanish's hand. Now Damian's hand was back on one breast, gently kneading and squeezing it.
"Sweety... you know what it does to me?" I asked him lustfully.

"Yes, Master, I know your sensitive spots - that's why I do it..."

Pretish's trousers were still down to his ankles and he observed us as the others did.

Suddenly I felt my jewels enclosed by Shanish's hand. He didn't hold them for long and started playing with them.
My moans got stifled by Damian's lips on my mouth, the tip of his tongue gently caressing mine.
His fingers on my breast became more exploratory, more energetic, and he began to lightly pinch one nipple, and then he lovingly caressed my upper half again.
Shanish's hand diverted my attention, which was now around my cock, slowly pulling back my foreskin and exposing my glans.
They must have signaled each other and talked silently:
At the same time as Shanish began to handle my pole, Damian's mouth left my lips, kissed along my body to my nipple and sucked intensely on my nipple. As soon as he reached his target, a louder moan left my throat.
The moan caused Shanish to tightened his fingers and sped up his moves at my rod. Due to the earlier happenings and intimate scenes I was ...lets say 'precharged'. The nipple play didn't helped me to relax, too - at the contrary.
Then, in the moment Shanish took my member in his mouth, I stiffened and felt my juice rising. He must have recognized it too.
A sudden, sharp pain in my balls by his tightening hand gave him additional time to continue his work at my body and suck me properly.

Damian released my nipple and said ceremoniously: "Now you shall cum. We now want your sperm."
He ducked his head down and joined Shanish's lips at my shaft. Both licked my cock now.
Their tongues reaching my tip, I bucked like a bronco and shot my load into Shanish's mouth, then both tongues licked the drops off my cock tip.
After the dribbling stopped, both lovers of me got into an intense lip lock, exchanging my fluid with each other.

Their kissing heads in front of me parted.
The first glance at my surroundings fell on Pretish, who was still standing and still presenting his prisoner. But now no longer a small pink package.
His member had tried to reach full size and was now pushing the device forward. This caused a hard tug on the scrotum. The ring, normally tight between his body and balls, was now almost two fingers from the cockbase. The balls were pulled forward to the center of his trapped rod, the scrotum dark purple. A series of clear drops fell slowly from the slit in the cage top.
He was in real pain and distress.

One of the spectators, Sunil, threw away the Kleenex he had just used and rearranged his clothes.
He stood up, walked to Pretish, stroked the tormented eggs and asked him:
"I hope you can escape this thing. You have suffered enough and HE should be released."

"No. No release for him, no relief for me. Not yet! I haven't reached my deadline yet. Good thing the keys are at home. But thank you for your kind offer.
I will take you up on it. Please be so kind and let go of my privates now."
Unabashedly, Sunil put a finger under Pretish's chin and gave him a hearty kiss on the Lips,
"Trust me, I made a note of that in red!"

After a long moment of silence, contemplating and few amorous touches of the couples in the observer seats, Pavan asked:
"Ok, I think I get your opinion about nudeness, affection and Love. What I don't get: How does your triangle love work? I can love someone, yes, ok. But as soon as somebody else gets involved, I feel like I'm betraying or being betrayed ... Not for you?"

Shanish shot me a glance and answered Pavan:
"No. No distrust, no cheating. These thoughts never came - for me. I will try to explain my point of view.
I know he loves me deeply and I love him. And I like Damian very much - but not as deeply as I love 'mon coeur'. That's why, when Damian asked me for this permission, I allowed him to teach and train Damian. Yes, it involves hands-on training, of course.
After Damian's training began by my sweetheart, over time the practice became so .... usual, normal - I don't think about it anymore. And after being asked to help once and participating, I have my fun with Damian too.
Let's sum it up like this: There's only one in my heart - but in my ass...."
And laughed his girlish laugh.

Jay took Kamal's hand: "See? That's what I've tried to explain to you, too. Shanish explained it perfectly:
In my heart is only you - but.... We both can have additional fun and sex"

Kamal answered: "Yeah... I get it, now after I've seen it. I have to think about and find MY point of standing, dear.
Give me some time. Nothing is impossible anymore..."

Damain freed off our embrace, rolled onto his tummy and stretched to reach behind us, outside of the blanket.
Due to his moves, he gave us a nice display of his two round ass cheeks. He had reached for the long shoelace that Nanda had used earlier to straighten Shanish's cock. Damian cleaned it thoroughly of some dirt and stood up:
"Pretish, come to me please"

Pretish lifted his pants a little, moved next to Damian, then the clothes fell again.

Damian: "No. Please stand next to my masters - better: sit next to my teacher and watch."
Damian handed me the rope:
"Please do it to me as you did for the ceremonies in the temple. You know what I mean,"
and to Pretish:
"I want to be with you in your troubles. I want my master to tie up my parts again - but this time according to your instructions."

I took the offered rope and wrapped it once around Damian's cock and sack.
Pretish asked, "Tighter please - and three more wraps. And tie a first knot"
Damian winced as I did what Pretish asked.

After tying the knot, I held the loose ends and waited for further instructions.
"Now tie it around the base of his bag. He should stick out well at the end."
Damian bent his knees slightly more and volunteered me an easier access. He begged, "Please be careful - even though I know I deserve no mercy".

As I started to put the cord around, I was interrupted by Pretish, "Wait, please"
He reached for the still loosely hanging marbles, clasped his fingers and rolled them in this hand. A sharp intake of breath indicated Damian's pleasure.
Thrilled by this handling, Damian's pole reared up.
"Feels good to feel them. Now you can go on," Pretish said.

While wrapping, Pretish asked me once again to tie it tighter. Winding after winding forced the balls away from Damian's body.
"That's enough, I think. We should save some string to restrict his tail as well."

"What do you want me to do? Should I constrain his shaft or should I just rope his tip?" I asked Pretish.

"No, wrap it on the shaft. Start near the body and make the first loop very tight. Since he is already a little hard now, let him keep his boner."

"You know it's dangerous?" I asked him for assurance.

"Yes. But no - don't tie it too tight. But tight. And then secure the ends of the lines."

I did as requested and the tight layers pushed more blood into the erectile tissues, enlarging that limb even more.

Pretish checked the tightness of the lace by trying to lift it with a fingernail. When he felt that the rope did not give, he closed his hand around the remaining accessible stem and rubbed it.
Damian groaned and sank lower as he opened his knees.
Pretish took his hand away, looked closely again, and commented:
"That's enough. I hope for his sake that we meet again very soon."

The suffering Damain could hardly speak:
"I... I... hope so too."
Carefully he sat down, his legs pulled up and wide open to make room for his caged body parts.

Shanish remarked, "Oh, don't worry, Pretish. Since Damian's a bottom, he doesn't use that piece of meat much." and chuckled.
He stood up, sidled up behind Damian, and hugged him from behind, driving his hands down onto Damian's lap.
Close to Damian's ear, he said, "I hope you suffer like Pretish with his cock caged. And be sure: we'll do everything we can to make you suffer."
Damian's body stiffened from the stroking, Shanish planted a kiss on Damian's neck, leaving a hickey.

The excitement and sexual tension died down, the party slowly broke up, and everyone started to leave.
Being a good host, I asked our friends as they left, "Is there anyone who needs a ride?"

Several voices answered me, "No thanks - no need - naa I'm fine.... You're still naked after all and your darlings probably need you a bit right now. We'll hitchhike, no problem."
Right - I forgot. It was common to hitch or pick up hitchhikers because the buses got off work early in the evening.
When everyone got up and headed for the door, Shanish, Damian and I stayed nude as we were.
I had no problem saying goodbye one by one on the porch naked and affectionately.

All of them said they would like to come again. Some also asked if they could bring friends.
But they said "friends" in such a strange way that I became suspicious and suspected that they were more than "friends"...

Pretish didn't wait for a commitment and stated,
"I'll come tomorrow, late in the morning. I don't want to break anything on Damian. Maybe I'll bring THE key" and winked at me.
"Yeah sure - no problem. I have to go to the bank for a minute, but I'll be here later then."

Navan, who had been very quiet and invisible all evening, came VERY close to me,
"You, I know.... How can I say... I don't dare.... Can I come back? Alone? I still have so many questions...
You have given me courage to ask them"
and suddenly grabbed my still freely dangling, accessible penis.

Sexually aroused as I was, I took a deep breath and pressed my proudness into his hand.
"Whew... Sure. Call first, though. You probably want to be alone with one of the three of us."
Embarrassed, he nodded, thanked me "Yes, each of you can help me, I think," and left as well.

Kamal and Jay said their goodbyes:
"Too bad there is no pub, cafe or club like this - just like this. Next time WE will bring pizza and drinks."