Previously: Sam has been spending time with Master Dave, while JT has been spending time with slave boy Chris.
We heard some stirring in the living room. JT and Chris were coming out of the dungeon. They came into the kitchen table area where Master Dave and I had set out lunch.
"Well," said Master Dave, "if you guys are ready for a refreshing lunch break, here it is."
My Sir looked a little bit flustered. His hair was mussed and a little wet with perspiration. Chris, despite his fantastic tan, was radiant with a rosy skin color and a sheen of perspiration. Chris's eyes looked a little glassy. He poured a glass of iced tea and handed it to JT, and then he poured a glass for himself. They both gulped it down.
"Sir JT, please have a seat and help yourself to some lunch. Chris, put down your tea and present."
Chris set down his tea and immediately assumed a position that in marching band is called "parade rest." His legs were spread slightly wide, his shoulders back, his chest out. His hands were folded behind him, and rested in the small of his back. His head was slightly bowed and his eyes looked down, as though he were studying something on the floor. Later, JT would explain to me that the purpose of this position was to "present" your body for inspection, service, and use.
Master Dave and JT exchanged a glance. JT smiled and said, "He did good."
"I'm pleased, but not at all surprised. He needed a lot of attention." Then, addressing Chris, he said, "Do your breathing exercises, boy."
Then turning back to JT, he said, "Give him a couple of minutes to settle down and get centered, and then he can join you at the table. Sam and I have already eaten, and now if it's all right with you, I'm going to show him my dungeon."
"Great. He'll like that." JT grinned while he looked at me. "Sam, you're still in service to Master Dave. Your obedience to him is your obedience to me."
I was a bit bewildered by everything that was happening, but the guidance from my Sir helped me to stay grounded. I followed Master Dave through the living room. It was big and rugged and yet elegant. One of the walls was made of large stones. There was a huge fireplace, and two gigantic black leather sofas. I imagined Chris and Master Dave entwined on the couch, their sleek tan bodies glowing in the firelight.
As I walked behind Master Dave, I was able to take a good look at his butt cheeks. They were hairy and looked very powerful. They were not the bouncing firm spheres that Mark had. Master Dave had powerful haunches like Dewey. I realized that I was licking my lips.
Then, we went through a large door and entered the "dungeon." As Master Dave had explained, it was originally the garage.
It was unlike anything I had ever heard of or imagined. The room had no windows, and was sort of dark. Yet it was softly lit. A set of skylights in the middle of the room allowed natural light to fall down onto what The center of the room had a large raised platform that looked sort of like a bed. But instead of a mattress and linens, it was covered with a gym mat, the kind wrestlers might use. The gym mat was black and shiny.
Another thing I quickly noticed was the rails mounted on the ceiling. Two of them provided track lighting. From another of the rails a pair of chains hung down. At the bottom of each chain was a ring that I realized was a wrist cuff. Suddenly a few loose puzzle pieces came together. This room was called a "dungeon" because guys could be restrained and tormented here.
As I looked at the hanging wrist cuffs, I recalled how JT had bound my hands over my head when he "over-milked" me. I wondered if that was what he had been doing to Chris in here. I wondered if I would be the next person to be in those cuffs.
I realized Master Dave was watching me and grinning at my reactions. He had been looking forward to showing me his dungeon because he knew that he would enjoy my reactions. There is all sorts of dungeon equipment and "toys" whose purpose is not easy to guess simply by looking at them.
As Master Dave led me around the room, I learned the names and functions of three things I'd never imagined: the "fuck bench," the sling, and the bidet. Other things were easier to name and to understand. There were three of four small trays, in various places, that had hand towels and Vaseline and what I assumed were other lubricants. There were shelves with bins of various items—like rope, chains, cuffs, and belts. There were a couple of bins of dildos, a word that I heard before, but I had never seen or touched a real one. There were two large dressing room mirrors on wheels that could be rolled around the room.
Along the back wall was a bathroom. But instead of being an enclosed area, each part by itself mounted to the wall. There was a counter sink. There was a massive shower with two shower heads, and room for at least five big men. There was a urinal, then a toilet, and then a bidet. (Master Dave had to explain that one to me.) And then another sink. It all ran along the wall, and there were black vinyl curtains that could be closed for privacy, or left open so that everyone in the room could watch.
The stone wall which was shared with living room had a wooden cross shaped like an "X" and it had various track lights pointed at it. There were three or four small black stools, and there were cuffs of various kinds suspended from the ceiling. This part of the room especially looked like a dungeon, an effect created partly by the accent lighting.
The original overhead garage door had been replaced by two giant doors that swung outward. In milder weather, the whole dungeon could be opened up to the outdoors for fresh air and for extra space on the driveway.
He had shown me just about everything when the door opened and JT and Chris joined us. They looked a little more cool and composed after their lunch. Master Dave inquired whether they enjoyed their lunch, and then announced, "And now, Chris is going to give Sam a foot job. If Sir JT is willing?"
JT nodded. "Of course. Sam will enjoy the experience."
I didn't know what that experience might be, but soon enough Master Dave was getting me into the sling. He demonstrated how you kind of fall back into it, and then shimmy down so that your ass hangs over the edge.
I did as he showed me, and once I got positioned correctly, he placed my calves, one by one, through some large leather stirrups. My legs were now up in the air and spread so that I was not required to hold them up with my own effort.
The overall effect was amazing. My butt and my asshole were fully exposed and spread for everyone in the room to see or touch or fuck. (For a submissive like me, that is a dream come true.) I wasn't exactly in bondage, but I was in position to resist.
Having my legs suspended meant my muscles weren't working to hold them up in the air, so I was more relaxed. In general, it felt more floating than laying on a bed. Master Dave told me that he was going to blindfold me, and he did so immediately using a black blindfold. That immediately intensified the sensations of vulnerability, surrender, and floating.
"Master JT," he said, "go and select a butt plug for your boy."
After a moment, I felt a spongy penis head against my hole. I knew it was JT when he spoke to me. "Do your best to relax your hole, boy," he said. "This will feel big going in, but once it's inside you will be comfortable."
It happened the way he described. I was already fairly relaxed and dilated, but the "butt plug" was wider and harder than any actual cock that had been inside of me. I winced, but once it was in, I was okay. JT asked, and I told him I was fine.
There was a little commotion around me but I couldn't tell what it was.
Suddenly a warm wet cloth was washing my foot. I gave a quiet shriek of surprise. That had to be Chris, starting my "foot job." He scrubbed hard with the cloth to get the grime off. I had been walking around barefoot since I arrived.
Without words, Chris switched to my other foot and cleaned it with warm water as well. Then I felt a slippery sensation as he began to rub oil onto my foot. I was ticklish, and although he was not intentionally tickling me, I soon lost control and began to shriek with laughter. I thrashed around, which made the sling rock, and started the chains of the sling clanging.
The "foot job" turned out to be a combination of intense massage and oral service (licking and sucking my feet). Sometimes I felt jolts of sensation as he pressed his thumbs into the soles of my feet. Those sensations, and the sensations of tickling, cause me to squeal and to writhe, which made the sling rock and bounce and clang.
The surprise jolt of these sensations was intensified by the use of the blindfold and the butt plug. Because I could not see what was coming, I was constantly flinching and being surprised. And with each acute, unexpected sensation, my sphincter grabbed hard onto the plug, which caused a secondary sensation of intense pleasure.
I sensed my Sir standing to the left of my head; I could smell his musky cock. I sensed Master Dave standing to the right of my head. They were quiet and did not touch me. They were probably amused by the show that Chris and I were putting on. I was making enough noise for all four of us.
At other times, Chris was giving my feet oral service. He used his mouth with hunger and abandon. He sucked my toes and licked between them. He licked the sole of each foot repeatedly, licking other parts but always returning to the sole. I thought of my own compulsion to smell and lick armpits. And with my own Sir, I had indeed licked and sucked on his feet and his rosy asshole, as well as his armpits.
"All right, boy, I think he's had enough." Master Dave was speaking to Chris, who immediately eased to a gentle, caressing touch, and after another minute, withdrew his hands and mouth from my feet altogether.
"And now, JT, with your permission, I'm going to finish what I started in the pool."
It sounds like Master Dave is about to fuck our hero Sam, to finish what he had started in the pool. What other treats are in store for Sam in this ranch house "dungeon" with his Sir and these two mature, sexy, and horny men? Much more awaits you, patient reader!
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