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Fic: Primeval: Taking Care
Title: Taking Care
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigtitch
Characters: Stephen/Ryan/Blade
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Explicit BDSM and I mean BDSM!!!
Spoilers: None
Word count: 4800
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: A fic in the sequence of Safety,
Negligent Discharge and
Playing with the Big Boys. This time it's Blade who is on the receiving end.
A pressie forfredbassett and lukadreaming to get the weekend started early!
Taking Care
Stephen looked around the dungeon with a mixture of curiosity and worry. He'd never seen a dungeon like this before, and certainly hadn't expected to find one in the cellar of a Shropshire manor house. But here it was: a fully stocked dungeon for those of a sexually experimentative disposition. There were manacles and chains at the walls, pulleys and slings suspended from the ceiling, a small metal cage stood in one corner and gym pommel horse stood in another. Tables and racks of whips, paddles and other equipment stood at regular intervals through the room.
Stephen's curiosity was satisfied, but it did nothing to help his worry. The equipment wasn't for his benefit, it was for Blade's and Stephen wasn't sure if he could play his part in the situation that was about to unfold.
Another ingredient to add to the mix was that this wasn't a game they were playing. Blade needed this.
There had been a sustained patch of quiet in the ARC's world. There had barely been an anomaly a week for the past month and a half and nothing dangerous had come out of the ones that did show up. Great for the scientists but less so for the Special Forces men who chose a dangerous life. And then something had gone wrong in Afghanistan. It was secret, but Stephen caught enough ends of conversations to work out that a chopper had crashed with several SAS men on board. All the soldiers were grim-faced for several days until normality reasserted itself.
All the soldiers, except Blade, who went quiet and got quieter and quieter day by day. It wasn't a peaceful quiet. It was the quiet of an unexploded bomb with a timer of unknown length ticking away inside it. Sitting with Blade in the rec room was like sitting beside an unstable Claymore mine.
It didn't take much of this for Ryan to decide that something needed to be done. That something involved Stephen standing in a BDSM dungeon wondering what he had let himself in for.
He checked his watch. Only ten minutes to the start time. He knew Ryan would be on time so he'd better get changed.
There was another door off the dungeon which led into an incongruously normal hotel bedroom, down to the pastel covers on the huge bed and the bland paintings on the wall. There was a well-appointed bathroom as well. The only thing that was missing were windows.
Two sets of clothing were laid out on the bed. Well, clothing was stretching it as a definition for the small pile of leather strap-work and chains that was his outfit for the night.
He stripped off and put them on. A simple leather chest harness and a leather jock strap, the pouch of which was made of a lattice of straps and metal rings. It put his cock and balls on display. Stephen's fiddled around, getting the fit right, unused to the sensations. There was a leather collar there too. He put it on, feeling more constricted than he had done previously. His reflexion in the mirror showed a submissive sex slave ready for his master. He checked his wrist for the time from a watch that wasn't there. Never mind. It was too late to back out now anyway.
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Right on time he heard a commotion in the dungeon. There was a lot of banging and shouting which went on for some considerable time. He had no part to play in this part of the action so he stayed where he was, trying to picture what was happening outside the door from the sounds alone. There was more than one voice shouting, one was Ryan and another was Lyle's but he couldn't identify the other voice. Ditzy? He couldn't imagine the calm medic screaming that amount of abuse.
After a long time it fell quiet and the bedroom door opened to reveal Ryan, dressed in black, pulling off a balaclava. As soon as he saw Stephen he walked up to him, his eyes gleaming and an appreciative smile on his face.
"Look at you!" Ryan reached out a gloved hand to touch and pull gently on Stephen's chest harness. "How sexy are you?" Ryan kissed him, slowly, sensually, appreciatively. "Pity it's not for my benefit." Ryan glanced down at the Stephen's cock covered in its mesh of leather and steel. He growled softly in his throat and moved away with the air of a man being tested to his limit of self-control.
Stephen blushed at the compliment. Maybe he could use this costume later, in private. He started to feel more confident about what they were going to do.
Ryan went over the to the bed and started to get changed.
"Who helped you? Where's Blade?" Stephen asked.
"Lyle and Ditzy. Blade's in the cage. Go and throw a bucket of water over him will you? Don't say anything. Just throw the water and come back here."
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Stephen braced himself before he went through the door, but even so he was brought up short on the threshold. Blade, naked and hooded, crouched in the tiny cage with his hands fastened behind his back. He looked so vulnerable that the reality of what they were about to do hit Stephen hard. He looked back into the bedroom for reassurance. Ryan caught his eye and nodded encouragement. Reminding himself that Blade had agreed to this, Stephen went inside, picked up a plastic bucket that stood near the cage and threw the contents over the naked figure inside.
Blade flinched and twisted, but he had nowhere to move to. He crouched there, tense and Stephen could see he was waiting for what was to happen next. Stephen filled the bucket from a tap on the wall, put it down and left the room.
"You OK?" Ryan asked him as soon as he had shut the door behind him.
"Yeah. It feels weird."
"This is for his benefit, you know?"
"I know. Still feels weird though."
"You'll be fine. What do you think?" Ryan held out his arms to show off his costume.
Stephen looked him over. Ryan was wearing a short leather jerkin, a leather posing pouch and black leather chaps. He was in the process of fastening long leather cuffs to his forearms. "Not bad," he said, hiding the fact that Ryan looked magnificent, the covering of leather only enhancing the skin and muscle it displayed.
"What do we do next?" Stephen asked.
"Wait," Ryan supplied, sitting down in one of the easy chairs and picking up a magazine. "This is the softening up process," he explained to Stephen's surprised look. "It's going to take a while."
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It took over an hour and a half of the strangest time Stephen had ever spent. He and Ryan sat in the bedroom flicking through magazines and every so often Stephen would go into the dungeon and throw freezing cold water over Blade and report back to Ryan. After the fourth bucket Blade had keeled over on his side and stayed there.
"Nearly there," Ryan said when Stephen reported this to him.
They waited fifteen more minutes and then Ryan stood up and put down the magazine he had been flicking through.
"OK," he said as Stephen stood up beside him. "Show-time!"
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Ryan strode into the dungeon, picked up a large rod and banged on the cage bars seemingly in one unstoppable motion. Blade tried to move away from the sound but Ryan kept going round the cage until Blade was still. There was nowhere for him to escape to.
"Foot!" Ryan ordered.
Blade hesitated.
"FOOT!"
Blade put his left foot as close to the bars of the cage as he could manage. Stephen knelt down and fastened a leather shackle around it.
"Foot!"
Blade shuffled round and put his other foot in the same place and Stephen shackled it also.
"Hands!"
Blade's bound hands appeared at the side of the cage. Stephen untied the rope and replaced it with wrist shackles being careful to ensure that both wrists were still connected, pinning Blade's hands behind his back.
Ryan made an 'up' gesture with his hand and Stephen lifted the lid on the cage. He helped Blade up until Ryan hissed at him and Stephen realised he wasn't supposed to be helping his friend. He gave Blade a push instead as he was half-way out and Blade fell on the floor. Ryan grunted in approval.
"Kneel," he ordered standing in front of the hooded figure.
Blade got himself into a kneeling position and Ryan pulled his hood off. He grabbed Blade the by the chin and forced his head back not giving Blade's eyes a chance to adjust to the light.
"Collar!" he ordered holding out his left hand. This order was for Stephen and he quickly handed Ryan the slave collar.
But Blade shook his head and flinched back as the leather band came near him.
"You refuse my collar?" Ryan demanded, scorn dripping from every word.
Stephen glanced at him. He'd seen Ryan in command, in action and under stress, but never like this. Never so dominant.
Blade dropped his head down, avoiding Ryan's gaze. But he still shook his head against the collar.
Ryan handed the collar back to Stephen and roughly pulled the black hood over Blade's head. He raised his foot and pushed Blade over to the floor with it.
"You obviously need time to reflect on your actions!" Ryan told Blade. "I am not kind to those who displease me!"
Stephen didn't need to be told what to bring, this had all been planned out in advance, but he picked up the bundle of ropes and metal with a certain amount of misgiving. He handed them to Ryan and then stood by for a lesson in rope-work as Ryan efficiently trussed Blade so that he was hogtied on his front with his legs and arms stretched behind him. So far, so normal, but then Stephen handed Ryan the final piece of equipment - a large, steel hook with a ball at its business end. Ryan quickly smeared lube around it and then started to insert this ball into Blade's arse.
Blade hissed and wriggled as the ball was pressed to his opening, but he was too well tied for him to be able to do more than squirm. Ryan was slow but relentless and Stephen could see how he was gauging Blade's reactions so as to extract as much pain from the situation without damaging Blade or pushing him too far. But then, how far is too far for an SAS man?
Eventually the hook was firmly inserted in Blade's arse and Ryan completed the situation by attaching it to ropes that led under Blade's body and were fastened to his ankles. That was the torture. The main stress was on Blade's legs which were bent towards his shoulders, but if he tried to relieve the pressure on them the rope would pull the hook further inside him.
Ryan checked all was safe and secure, nodded in satisfaction, stood up and moved off to a corner of the room where he could monitor his work in action. Stephen followed him, still uneasy about the situation, even though he had been assured by Ryan that the hook was designed that it couldn't really hurt a user. But knowing that in theory and seeing it used in practice were two different things.
He stood beside Ryan watching Blade and trying to imagine what it was like being trussed and blindfolded, having to keep still with that intimate intruder buried inside him.
Ryan was a calming presence beside Stephen. He stood as calmly as though he was guarding a dormant anomaly, but his eyes never left Blade. Stephen could see the care behind that calm watchfulness. It was Ryan's responsibility both to meet Blade's needs and to keep him safe, and he shouldered both of those charges with the reliable competence Stephen had come to recognise and value.
Even so, Stephen was getting worried and restless about Blade long before Ryan decided to release him.
This time, when Blade was unhooded he did not move away when Ryan put the slave collar around his neck.
"Good boy," Ryan told him. "But you need disciplining."
Stephen was there with the equipment. Ryan attached fierce clamps to Blade's nipples, which made Stephen's eyes water in sympathy, but Blade gave no sign that he felt anything. Or at least not until Ryan tugged on the chain that linked them when he gave a hiss of pain. Ryan hooked another chain to it and passed that through the loop on Blade's collar. When he pulled up on that, Blade had no option but to scramble to his feet as quickly as he could.
It was now Stephen's turn to be useful. He clipped a leather jock-strap around Blade, making sure that his cock and balls hung free. He pulled Blade's cock against his belly and secured it there with four little straps that buckled it tight to the leather. Once he had finished, Blade's cock was held immobile. Ryan made him test it by licking Blade's balls and although Blade's breath caught and his cock swelled a little, it couldn't move.
Stephen's next job was to insert a black arse-plug into Blade's slackened opening.
Ryan inspected his work and nodded approvingly. He pulled on Blade's leash chain and walked him over to where a few chains hung from the ceiling. Stephen attached one to Blade's wrists and began to pull on it raising his arms behind him. He did so slowly, keeping his eyes on Ryan for guidance. Ryan waited until Blade was on tip-toe before signaling Stephen to stop.
Blade was bent forward, his arse displayed enticingly. Ryan ran an appreciative hand over it.
"Such a pretty thing," he said. "But I think it need decorating."
He reached over to a rack by the wall and selected a riding crop. He trailed it over Blade's torso, cock and balls before bringing it down hard on his right arse cheek.
The slap was loud enough to make Stephen jump and Blade jerked in his bonds, but made no sound himself. Ryan gestured Stephen to take his position in front of Blade and as he rained blows on Blade's arse, Stephen licked and fondled their prisoner's balls.
Blade smelled of sweat and arousal. Stephen kept his touch gentle in contrast to the blows Ryan was dealing, but he knew that this was as much torture as the pain. Blade's cock was hard, but the strapping kept it pinned down and Stephen knew from the way his own semi-erect cock was trapped in his leather pouch how much of a maddening ache he was feeling.
Ryan delivered twenty blows that Stephen counted, and when he moved back to release Blade's wrists he could see how reddened and sore it was.
Blade fell to his knees again in front of Ryan.
"What do you say, slave?" Ryan asked tugging gently on the leash chain.
"Thank you, Master," Blade said quietly.
"And what do you want, slave?"
Blade looked confused. "I don't know."
Ryan shook his head slowly. "Dear, dear," he admonished. "A slave wants what his master desires. I fear you need more education."
He pulled on the leash and led Blade over to a corner of the dungeon where several bars and chains hung from the roof and there were a few metal rings set into the floor. He secured Blade's wrists to a horizontal bar. He took the chain that linked Blade's nipple clamps and passed it over a bar higher than the one his wrists were chained to. Ryan pulled on this chain until Blade had to pull his feet off the floor to avoid the pain in his nipples. Ryan smiled and tied off the chain.
He passed a small leather device to Stephen and told him to attach it to Blade's balls. This was the bit Stephen was most dubious about. It was a small leather cone, with studs on the inside and chains hanging from the bottom. He wrapped the cone over Blade's balls and fastened it closed with the narrow end just under Blade's cock, trapping his balls inside. Ryan attached a length of chain to the device and looped it through one of the rings on the floor. When he pulled on the chain it pulled on Blade's balls. Ryan gauged the pressure he was putting him under and then tied the chain off.
Blade shifted his grip on the bar and groaned. Stephen understood his dilemma. If he relieved the pain in his nipples he increased the pull on his balls and vice versa. The only thing he could do was try and keep it in perfect balance. But that depended on the strength of his arms.
Ryan turned over a large hourglass.
"You have until the sands run out," he said.
The sand ran slowly. Blade's body was covered in sweat before half of the top bulb's contents had trickled through.
Ryan gestured to Stephen to get to work. He picked up a large ostrich feather and started to run it over Blade's torso and cock. Stephen felt silly doing it. It was just a feather after all. But when he saw the involuntary twitches and jerks in Blade's body, he understood the torment. Pain was something Blade could cope with, but tickling and itching went past his controls. And caused pain in their own way as they pulled on his balls and nipples.
Blade's eyes were fixed on the hourglass. The last few grains ran through. He looked up at Ryan who stood between him and the timer and folded his arms.
"Impress me, and you shall have a reward."
Blade closed his eyes and groaned. Stephen stopped his ministrations with the feather because it became clear that the position was torture enough. Besides, his place was at the quick release catch on the floor.
Blade's teeth were clenched and his breath hissed between them. His head was back and his arms were trembling. Surely he couldn't hold out any longer. Stephen looked towards Ryan who stood there impassively with his arms folded.
Blade was gasping now. His body twitching and starting to sway as he lost control of his arm muscles. He started whimpering as he could no longer mitigate the pain in his intimate areas. Stephen was just about to say something, when Ryan moved calmly to Blade's head and nodded to Stephen.
Stephen released the ball chain as Ryan did the same for the nipple chain. Blade let go of the bar and hung there, feet on the ground but slumped against the chains at his wrists. Ryan left him there for a few seconds and then unfastened his wrists. Blade fell forward on to his knees. Stephen moved to fasten his wrists behind his back again.
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Ryan looked at the quivering creature at his feet.
"So are you pleased to wear the collar now?"
Blade nodded.
"Good slave. And do you want a reward for being obedient?"
Blade gave a little nod and looked hopefully at Ryan's crotch and licked his lips.
"Oh no. You haven't earned that yet. But please me in other ways and I may let you taste me at the end." Ryan gestured Stephen forward and motioned for him to open his strap-work cock pouch.
Stephen pulled out his semi-erect cock with a groan of relief. Blade looked at his crotch with fascination.
"Suck him off," Ryan ordered and Blade bent to his task.
It was a blow-job like no other for Stephen. In the atmosphere of sex and submission, the needy way Blade sucked and lapped at his cock and balls lifted the whole experience into a new dimension of pleasure that Stephen had never felt before. He knew it wasn't going to take long to get him to come, but he needed more. He reached down a hand to cup the nape of Blade's neck and then drew back. He hadn't been given permission. He glanced at Ryan, who nodded approval.
"Fuck his mouth."
Stephen stepped closer and began to thrust into Blade's mouth, slowly at first and then faster, trying to balance his need against what Blade could take. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ryan stroking his own cock in a gloved hand as he watched the erotic spectacle before him.
Stephen's orgasm washed over him and he pulled Blade's face against his crotch as he came deep down Blade's throat.
Stephen pulled out and Blade slumped on the ground gasping for breath. Ryan pushed him onto his back and then stood over him as he pumped his cock. Ryan came directing his come over the prone body beneath him and Blade turned, trying to catch as much of it in his mouth as he could.
When he was done, Ryan put his softening cock away in his leather posing pouch and picked up Blade's chain again. He pulled on it forcing the man to his knees.
"See what happens when slaves are good? They get rewarded. And how do slaves thank their masters?"
Blade bent down and kissed Ryan's booted feet.
"Good boy. Now you've learned your lesson and got your reward, you can entertain me by coming. I'll enjoy listening to you scream."
++++
Stephen pulled out a stand with a sizeable dildo on it. He placed it behind Blade and watched as Ryan first removed the butt plug from him and then raised the dildo stand until it was at Blade's arse cheeks. He lined it up and Blade carefully bent his legs until the dildo disappeared up into his arse. Stephen could see from the way he gasped and bit his lips that it was filling him thoroughly. Ryan then carefully raised the dildo again, more and more as Blade straightened his legs and then went up on tip-toe to accommodate it. When Blade's thighs trembled with the strain, Ryan locked off the stand height.
Ryan stood behind Blade, reached round and started to pull on the nipple clamps, making the other man gasp and whimper. "Make him come," Ryan ordered Stephen.
Stephen knelt and looked at Blade's purple and leaking cock that strained at the straps holding it to his belly. He gave a quick lick to lap up the pre-come from the slit at the top and then nibbled at Blade's balls. Blade's little cries went higher pitched and his belly tightened, but Stephen knew he couldn't move without risking damage from the dildo.
Stephen undid the bottom strap, licking and kissing the exposed skin, while he rolled Blade's balls in his fingers.
He carried on like that up Blade's penis, slowly, tantalisingly freeing it as he tortured the man more. Eventually he reached the last strap. Blade's cock bobbed forward when it was freed, brushing a streak of wet across Stephen's cheek. He captured it in his hand and pumped it hard, sucking at the tip.
Blade tossed his head, trying to retain control. Every muscle in his body was tensed as the onslaught on his senses continued. A few more strokes and Stephen could see that Blade was losing it. He needed to come and it didn't matter what happened when he did.
Then Blade screamed as the torment overwhelmed him. Ryan grabbed hold of his legs behind his knees and lifted him up off the stand as Blade thrashed in his orgasm. Stephen quickly pulled the stand down, getting spattered in Blade's come as the man ejaculated in long spurts.
It was soon over. Blade's convulsions slowed and he sagged in Ryan's arms.
"C'mon," Ryan said. "Let's get you lying down."
Stephen stepped up and put his arm around Blade from one side as Ryan took the other. Together they half walked, half carried him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.
"Should be a bowl and cloths in the bathroom," Ryan told him and Stephen went to fetch them.
When he returned with a bowl of hot water, soap and flannel Ryan was removing the last of Blade's slave gear. Each man took a flannel and carefully washed the sweat and semen from their friend. When they had finished Blade lay as limp and unresponsive as he was when they first put him on the bed.
"You OK?" Ryan asked him, stroking a hair away from his forehead. "Have the endorphins kicked in yet?"
Blade looked up at him owlishly with eyes that didn't seem to be focussing properly. "I'm flying," he said dreamily. "Man, I'm flying."
"I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Ryan said with a fond smile.
But Blade just smiled drunkenly and put his head back on the pillow.
"Why don't you sleep it off then?"
Ryan looked up at Stephen and nodded. Job done then.
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Stephen and Ryan moved into the dungeon to get undressed where they wouldn't disturb their friend. Somehow as Stephen was helping Ryan unfasten his chaps he found himself being kissed ruthlessly and deeply. Passion caught and he kissed back just as forcefully, mashing their lips against teeth and tongues. They stumbled around the dungeon until Stephen bumped into the pommel horse. He didn't know why, but he turned them round, pushing Ryan against the sloping end.
"Your turn!"
"God, yes!"
Ryan reached behind him, got hold of one of the handles and pulled himself up, raising his knees and displaying his arse to Stephen. Stephen ripped off the leather pouch and bent to lick and suck at Ryan's opening. He smelled of sweat, musk and leather, of sex and submission.
Stephen spat on his hand and covered his cock in it, spat again and rubbed more around Ryan's hole. He lined up the head of his cock and pushed slowly against the puckered opening. Ryan groaned and pushed his knees wider. Stephen took it slowly, knowing the burn was what Rya needed but not wanting to really hurt his lover.
But slow was good. Fraction by fraction, Stephen entered his lover. It felt so good, the tight, hot depths welcomed him and below him was Ryan, skin glistening over tense muscle, a sight he would never forget.
He started to move, slowly, very slowly as Ryan gasped and quivered underneath him. Then, as he felt Ryan's arse relax properly, he started a faster rhythm. Faster and harder he went until he was pounding Ryan's arse. He felt the sweat trickling down his back, felt his balls start to tighten as his orgasm approached. But Ryan wasn't there. Even with his hand rubbing Ryan's cock, he could tell that Ryan was near, but not on the point of coming. He couldn't keep this up forever, not with his sense heightened by a whole night of sex.
He bent his fingers around Ryan's cock and gave him the edge of his nails. Ryan's cries were of pain but encouragement too. Then he knew, a few more strokes, a few more thrusts and he bent down and bit Ryan's left nipple.
Ryan wailed and came, bucking hard, his internal muscles milking Stephen's orgasm from him. They came for a long time, or so it seemed to Stephen. The pleasure rolled over them both again and again. Then they were spent and Stephen collapsed on Ryan's strong body.
After a while, Stephen realised that Ryan had let go of his hold and it was Stephen that was keeping them in place. He stood up and helped Ryan off the horse. Ryan put an arm over his shoulders and Stephen did the same as they propped each other up.
"Good?"
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Let's go to bed."
The End
For those who are interested, these are the equipment and costume items I decided the boys would be wearing/using. Please note these websites and pictures are extremely NSFW!!
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Blade - http://www.temptationsdirect.co.uk/x/6331/Buy/Leather-Male-Quadra-Buckle-Chastity-Belt.html
http://male.stockroom.com/3-Ring-Slave-Collar-w-Locking-Buckle-P1125.aspx
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Author:
bigtitchCharacters: Stephen/Ryan/Blade
Rating: NC-17, pwp – explicit slash
Warnings: Explicit BDSM and I mean BDSM!!!
Spoilers: None
Word count: 4800
Disclaimer: Not mine, no names, no packdrill.
A/N: A fic in the sequence of Safety,
Negligent Discharge and
Playing with the Big Boys. This time it's Blade who is on the receiving end.
A pressie for
fredbassett and lukadreaming to get the weekend started early!Taking Care
Stephen looked around the dungeon with a mixture of curiosity and worry. He'd never seen a dungeon like this before, and certainly hadn't expected to find one in the cellar of a Shropshire manor house. But here it was: a fully stocked dungeon for those of a sexually experimentative disposition. There were manacles and chains at the walls, pulleys and slings suspended from the ceiling, a small metal cage stood in one corner and gym pommel horse stood in another. Tables and racks of whips, paddles and other equipment stood at regular intervals through the room.
Stephen's curiosity was satisfied, but it did nothing to help his worry. The equipment wasn't for his benefit, it was for Blade's and Stephen wasn't sure if he could play his part in the situation that was about to unfold.
Another ingredient to add to the mix was that this wasn't a game they were playing. Blade needed this.
There had been a sustained patch of quiet in the ARC's world. There had barely been an anomaly a week for the past month and a half and nothing dangerous had come out of the ones that did show up. Great for the scientists but less so for the Special Forces men who chose a dangerous life. And then something had gone wrong in Afghanistan. It was secret, but Stephen caught enough ends of conversations to work out that a chopper had crashed with several SAS men on board. All the soldiers were grim-faced for several days until normality reasserted itself.
All the soldiers, except Blade, who went quiet and got quieter and quieter day by day. It wasn't a peaceful quiet. It was the quiet of an unexploded bomb with a timer of unknown length ticking away inside it. Sitting with Blade in the rec room was like sitting beside an unstable Claymore mine.
It didn't take much of this for Ryan to decide that something needed to be done. That something involved Stephen standing in a BDSM dungeon wondering what he had let himself in for.
He checked his watch. Only ten minutes to the start time. He knew Ryan would be on time so he'd better get changed.
There was another door off the dungeon which led into an incongruously normal hotel bedroom, down to the pastel covers on the huge bed and the bland paintings on the wall. There was a well-appointed bathroom as well. The only thing that was missing were windows.
Two sets of clothing were laid out on the bed. Well, clothing was stretching it as a definition for the small pile of leather strap-work and chains that was his outfit for the night.
He stripped off and put them on. A simple leather chest harness and a leather jock strap, the pouch of which was made of a lattice of straps and metal rings. It put his cock and balls on display. Stephen's fiddled around, getting the fit right, unused to the sensations. There was a leather collar there too. He put it on, feeling more constricted than he had done previously. His reflexion in the mirror showed a submissive sex slave ready for his master. He checked his wrist for the time from a watch that wasn't there. Never mind. It was too late to back out now anyway.
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Right on time he heard a commotion in the dungeon. There was a lot of banging and shouting which went on for some considerable time. He had no part to play in this part of the action so he stayed where he was, trying to picture what was happening outside the door from the sounds alone. There was more than one voice shouting, one was Ryan and another was Lyle's but he couldn't identify the other voice. Ditzy? He couldn't imagine the calm medic screaming that amount of abuse.
After a long time it fell quiet and the bedroom door opened to reveal Ryan, dressed in black, pulling off a balaclava. As soon as he saw Stephen he walked up to him, his eyes gleaming and an appreciative smile on his face.
"Look at you!" Ryan reached out a gloved hand to touch and pull gently on Stephen's chest harness. "How sexy are you?" Ryan kissed him, slowly, sensually, appreciatively. "Pity it's not for my benefit." Ryan glanced down at the Stephen's cock covered in its mesh of leather and steel. He growled softly in his throat and moved away with the air of a man being tested to his limit of self-control.
Stephen blushed at the compliment. Maybe he could use this costume later, in private. He started to feel more confident about what they were going to do.
Ryan went over the to the bed and started to get changed.
"Who helped you? Where's Blade?" Stephen asked.
"Lyle and Ditzy. Blade's in the cage. Go and throw a bucket of water over him will you? Don't say anything. Just throw the water and come back here."
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Stephen braced himself before he went through the door, but even so he was brought up short on the threshold. Blade, naked and hooded, crouched in the tiny cage with his hands fastened behind his back. He looked so vulnerable that the reality of what they were about to do hit Stephen hard. He looked back into the bedroom for reassurance. Ryan caught his eye and nodded encouragement. Reminding himself that Blade had agreed to this, Stephen went inside, picked up a plastic bucket that stood near the cage and threw the contents over the naked figure inside.
Blade flinched and twisted, but he had nowhere to move to. He crouched there, tense and Stephen could see he was waiting for what was to happen next. Stephen filled the bucket from a tap on the wall, put it down and left the room.
"You OK?" Ryan asked him as soon as he had shut the door behind him.
"Yeah. It feels weird."
"This is for his benefit, you know?"
"I know. Still feels weird though."
"You'll be fine. What do you think?" Ryan held out his arms to show off his costume.
Stephen looked him over. Ryan was wearing a short leather jerkin, a leather posing pouch and black leather chaps. He was in the process of fastening long leather cuffs to his forearms. "Not bad," he said, hiding the fact that Ryan looked magnificent, the covering of leather only enhancing the skin and muscle it displayed.
"What do we do next?" Stephen asked.
"Wait," Ryan supplied, sitting down in one of the easy chairs and picking up a magazine. "This is the softening up process," he explained to Stephen's surprised look. "It's going to take a while."
++++
It took over an hour and a half of the strangest time Stephen had ever spent. He and Ryan sat in the bedroom flicking through magazines and every so often Stephen would go into the dungeon and throw freezing cold water over Blade and report back to Ryan. After the fourth bucket Blade had keeled over on his side and stayed there.
"Nearly there," Ryan said when Stephen reported this to him.
They waited fifteen more minutes and then Ryan stood up and put down the magazine he had been flicking through.
"OK," he said as Stephen stood up beside him. "Show-time!"
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Ryan strode into the dungeon, picked up a large rod and banged on the cage bars seemingly in one unstoppable motion. Blade tried to move away from the sound but Ryan kept going round the cage until Blade was still. There was nowhere for him to escape to.
"Foot!" Ryan ordered.
Blade hesitated.
"FOOT!"
Blade put his left foot as close to the bars of the cage as he could manage. Stephen knelt down and fastened a leather shackle around it.
"Foot!"
Blade shuffled round and put his other foot in the same place and Stephen shackled it also.
"Hands!"
Blade's bound hands appeared at the side of the cage. Stephen untied the rope and replaced it with wrist shackles being careful to ensure that both wrists were still connected, pinning Blade's hands behind his back.
Ryan made an 'up' gesture with his hand and Stephen lifted the lid on the cage. He helped Blade up until Ryan hissed at him and Stephen realised he wasn't supposed to be helping his friend. He gave Blade a push instead as he was half-way out and Blade fell on the floor. Ryan grunted in approval.
"Kneel," he ordered standing in front of the hooded figure.
Blade got himself into a kneeling position and Ryan pulled his hood off. He grabbed Blade the by the chin and forced his head back not giving Blade's eyes a chance to adjust to the light.
"Collar!" he ordered holding out his left hand. This order was for Stephen and he quickly handed Ryan the slave collar.
But Blade shook his head and flinched back as the leather band came near him.
"You refuse my collar?" Ryan demanded, scorn dripping from every word.
Stephen glanced at him. He'd seen Ryan in command, in action and under stress, but never like this. Never so dominant.
Blade dropped his head down, avoiding Ryan's gaze. But he still shook his head against the collar.
Ryan handed the collar back to Stephen and roughly pulled the black hood over Blade's head. He raised his foot and pushed Blade over to the floor with it.
"You obviously need time to reflect on your actions!" Ryan told Blade. "I am not kind to those who displease me!"
Stephen didn't need to be told what to bring, this had all been planned out in advance, but he picked up the bundle of ropes and metal with a certain amount of misgiving. He handed them to Ryan and then stood by for a lesson in rope-work as Ryan efficiently trussed Blade so that he was hogtied on his front with his legs and arms stretched behind him. So far, so normal, but then Stephen handed Ryan the final piece of equipment - a large, steel hook with a ball at its business end. Ryan quickly smeared lube around it and then started to insert this ball into Blade's arse.
Blade hissed and wriggled as the ball was pressed to his opening, but he was too well tied for him to be able to do more than squirm. Ryan was slow but relentless and Stephen could see how he was gauging Blade's reactions so as to extract as much pain from the situation without damaging Blade or pushing him too far. But then, how far is too far for an SAS man?
Eventually the hook was firmly inserted in Blade's arse and Ryan completed the situation by attaching it to ropes that led under Blade's body and were fastened to his ankles. That was the torture. The main stress was on Blade's legs which were bent towards his shoulders, but if he tried to relieve the pressure on them the rope would pull the hook further inside him.
Ryan checked all was safe and secure, nodded in satisfaction, stood up and moved off to a corner of the room where he could monitor his work in action. Stephen followed him, still uneasy about the situation, even though he had been assured by Ryan that the hook was designed that it couldn't really hurt a user. But knowing that in theory and seeing it used in practice were two different things.
He stood beside Ryan watching Blade and trying to imagine what it was like being trussed and blindfolded, having to keep still with that intimate intruder buried inside him.
Ryan was a calming presence beside Stephen. He stood as calmly as though he was guarding a dormant anomaly, but his eyes never left Blade. Stephen could see the care behind that calm watchfulness. It was Ryan's responsibility both to meet Blade's needs and to keep him safe, and he shouldered both of those charges with the reliable competence Stephen had come to recognise and value.
Even so, Stephen was getting worried and restless about Blade long before Ryan decided to release him.
This time, when Blade was unhooded he did not move away when Ryan put the slave collar around his neck.
"Good boy," Ryan told him. "But you need disciplining."
Stephen was there with the equipment. Ryan attached fierce clamps to Blade's nipples, which made Stephen's eyes water in sympathy, but Blade gave no sign that he felt anything. Or at least not until Ryan tugged on the chain that linked them when he gave a hiss of pain. Ryan hooked another chain to it and passed that through the loop on Blade's collar. When he pulled up on that, Blade had no option but to scramble to his feet as quickly as he could.
It was now Stephen's turn to be useful. He clipped a leather jock-strap around Blade, making sure that his cock and balls hung free. He pulled Blade's cock against his belly and secured it there with four little straps that buckled it tight to the leather. Once he had finished, Blade's cock was held immobile. Ryan made him test it by licking Blade's balls and although Blade's breath caught and his cock swelled a little, it couldn't move.
Stephen's next job was to insert a black arse-plug into Blade's slackened opening.
Ryan inspected his work and nodded approvingly. He pulled on Blade's leash chain and walked him over to where a few chains hung from the ceiling. Stephen attached one to Blade's wrists and began to pull on it raising his arms behind him. He did so slowly, keeping his eyes on Ryan for guidance. Ryan waited until Blade was on tip-toe before signaling Stephen to stop.
Blade was bent forward, his arse displayed enticingly. Ryan ran an appreciative hand over it.
"Such a pretty thing," he said. "But I think it need decorating."
He reached over to a rack by the wall and selected a riding crop. He trailed it over Blade's torso, cock and balls before bringing it down hard on his right arse cheek.
The slap was loud enough to make Stephen jump and Blade jerked in his bonds, but made no sound himself. Ryan gestured Stephen to take his position in front of Blade and as he rained blows on Blade's arse, Stephen licked and fondled their prisoner's balls.
Blade smelled of sweat and arousal. Stephen kept his touch gentle in contrast to the blows Ryan was dealing, but he knew that this was as much torture as the pain. Blade's cock was hard, but the strapping kept it pinned down and Stephen knew from the way his own semi-erect cock was trapped in his leather pouch how much of a maddening ache he was feeling.
Ryan delivered twenty blows that Stephen counted, and when he moved back to release Blade's wrists he could see how reddened and sore it was.
Blade fell to his knees again in front of Ryan.
"What do you say, slave?" Ryan asked tugging gently on the leash chain.
"Thank you, Master," Blade said quietly.
"And what do you want, slave?"
Blade looked confused. "I don't know."
Ryan shook his head slowly. "Dear, dear," he admonished. "A slave wants what his master desires. I fear you need more education."
He pulled on the leash and led Blade over to a corner of the dungeon where several bars and chains hung from the roof and there were a few metal rings set into the floor. He secured Blade's wrists to a horizontal bar. He took the chain that linked Blade's nipple clamps and passed it over a bar higher than the one his wrists were chained to. Ryan pulled on this chain until Blade had to pull his feet off the floor to avoid the pain in his nipples. Ryan smiled and tied off the chain.
He passed a small leather device to Stephen and told him to attach it to Blade's balls. This was the bit Stephen was most dubious about. It was a small leather cone, with studs on the inside and chains hanging from the bottom. He wrapped the cone over Blade's balls and fastened it closed with the narrow end just under Blade's cock, trapping his balls inside. Ryan attached a length of chain to the device and looped it through one of the rings on the floor. When he pulled on the chain it pulled on Blade's balls. Ryan gauged the pressure he was putting him under and then tied the chain off.
Blade shifted his grip on the bar and groaned. Stephen understood his dilemma. If he relieved the pain in his nipples he increased the pull on his balls and vice versa. The only thing he could do was try and keep it in perfect balance. But that depended on the strength of his arms.
Ryan turned over a large hourglass.
"You have until the sands run out," he said.
The sand ran slowly. Blade's body was covered in sweat before half of the top bulb's contents had trickled through.
Ryan gestured to Stephen to get to work. He picked up a large ostrich feather and started to run it over Blade's torso and cock. Stephen felt silly doing it. It was just a feather after all. But when he saw the involuntary twitches and jerks in Blade's body, he understood the torment. Pain was something Blade could cope with, but tickling and itching went past his controls. And caused pain in their own way as they pulled on his balls and nipples.
Blade's eyes were fixed on the hourglass. The last few grains ran through. He looked up at Ryan who stood between him and the timer and folded his arms.
"Impress me, and you shall have a reward."
Blade closed his eyes and groaned. Stephen stopped his ministrations with the feather because it became clear that the position was torture enough. Besides, his place was at the quick release catch on the floor.
Blade's teeth were clenched and his breath hissed between them. His head was back and his arms were trembling. Surely he couldn't hold out any longer. Stephen looked towards Ryan who stood there impassively with his arms folded.
Blade was gasping now. His body twitching and starting to sway as he lost control of his arm muscles. He started whimpering as he could no longer mitigate the pain in his intimate areas. Stephen was just about to say something, when Ryan moved calmly to Blade's head and nodded to Stephen.
Stephen released the ball chain as Ryan did the same for the nipple chain. Blade let go of the bar and hung there, feet on the ground but slumped against the chains at his wrists. Ryan left him there for a few seconds and then unfastened his wrists. Blade fell forward on to his knees. Stephen moved to fasten his wrists behind his back again.
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Ryan looked at the quivering creature at his feet.
"So are you pleased to wear the collar now?"
Blade nodded.
"Good slave. And do you want a reward for being obedient?"
Blade gave a little nod and looked hopefully at Ryan's crotch and licked his lips.
"Oh no. You haven't earned that yet. But please me in other ways and I may let you taste me at the end." Ryan gestured Stephen forward and motioned for him to open his strap-work cock pouch.
Stephen pulled out his semi-erect cock with a groan of relief. Blade looked at his crotch with fascination.
"Suck him off," Ryan ordered and Blade bent to his task.
It was a blow-job like no other for Stephen. In the atmosphere of sex and submission, the needy way Blade sucked and lapped at his cock and balls lifted the whole experience into a new dimension of pleasure that Stephen had never felt before. He knew it wasn't going to take long to get him to come, but he needed more. He reached down a hand to cup the nape of Blade's neck and then drew back. He hadn't been given permission. He glanced at Ryan, who nodded approval.
"Fuck his mouth."
Stephen stepped closer and began to thrust into Blade's mouth, slowly at first and then faster, trying to balance his need against what Blade could take. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ryan stroking his own cock in a gloved hand as he watched the erotic spectacle before him.
Stephen's orgasm washed over him and he pulled Blade's face against his crotch as he came deep down Blade's throat.
Stephen pulled out and Blade slumped on the ground gasping for breath. Ryan pushed him onto his back and then stood over him as he pumped his cock. Ryan came directing his come over the prone body beneath him and Blade turned, trying to catch as much of it in his mouth as he could.
When he was done, Ryan put his softening cock away in his leather posing pouch and picked up Blade's chain again. He pulled on it forcing the man to his knees.
"See what happens when slaves are good? They get rewarded. And how do slaves thank their masters?"
Blade bent down and kissed Ryan's booted feet.
"Good boy. Now you've learned your lesson and got your reward, you can entertain me by coming. I'll enjoy listening to you scream."
++++
Stephen pulled out a stand with a sizeable dildo on it. He placed it behind Blade and watched as Ryan first removed the butt plug from him and then raised the dildo stand until it was at Blade's arse cheeks. He lined it up and Blade carefully bent his legs until the dildo disappeared up into his arse. Stephen could see from the way he gasped and bit his lips that it was filling him thoroughly. Ryan then carefully raised the dildo again, more and more as Blade straightened his legs and then went up on tip-toe to accommodate it. When Blade's thighs trembled with the strain, Ryan locked off the stand height.
Ryan stood behind Blade, reached round and started to pull on the nipple clamps, making the other man gasp and whimper. "Make him come," Ryan ordered Stephen.
Stephen knelt and looked at Blade's purple and leaking cock that strained at the straps holding it to his belly. He gave a quick lick to lap up the pre-come from the slit at the top and then nibbled at Blade's balls. Blade's little cries went higher pitched and his belly tightened, but Stephen knew he couldn't move without risking damage from the dildo.
Stephen undid the bottom strap, licking and kissing the exposed skin, while he rolled Blade's balls in his fingers.
He carried on like that up Blade's penis, slowly, tantalisingly freeing it as he tortured the man more. Eventually he reached the last strap. Blade's cock bobbed forward when it was freed, brushing a streak of wet across Stephen's cheek. He captured it in his hand and pumped it hard, sucking at the tip.
Blade tossed his head, trying to retain control. Every muscle in his body was tensed as the onslaught on his senses continued. A few more strokes and Stephen could see that Blade was losing it. He needed to come and it didn't matter what happened when he did.
Then Blade screamed as the torment overwhelmed him. Ryan grabbed hold of his legs behind his knees and lifted him up off the stand as Blade thrashed in his orgasm. Stephen quickly pulled the stand down, getting spattered in Blade's come as the man ejaculated in long spurts.
It was soon over. Blade's convulsions slowed and he sagged in Ryan's arms.
"C'mon," Ryan said. "Let's get you lying down."
Stephen stepped up and put his arm around Blade from one side as Ryan took the other. Together they half walked, half carried him to the bedroom and laid him on the bed.
"Should be a bowl and cloths in the bathroom," Ryan told him and Stephen went to fetch them.
When he returned with a bowl of hot water, soap and flannel Ryan was removing the last of Blade's slave gear. Each man took a flannel and carefully washed the sweat and semen from their friend. When they had finished Blade lay as limp and unresponsive as he was when they first put him on the bed.
"You OK?" Ryan asked him, stroking a hair away from his forehead. "Have the endorphins kicked in yet?"
Blade looked up at him owlishly with eyes that didn't seem to be focussing properly. "I'm flying," he said dreamily. "Man, I'm flying."
"I'll take that as a 'Yes'." Ryan said with a fond smile.
But Blade just smiled drunkenly and put his head back on the pillow.
"Why don't you sleep it off then?"
Ryan looked up at Stephen and nodded. Job done then.
++++
Stephen and Ryan moved into the dungeon to get undressed where they wouldn't disturb their friend. Somehow as Stephen was helping Ryan unfasten his chaps he found himself being kissed ruthlessly and deeply. Passion caught and he kissed back just as forcefully, mashing their lips against teeth and tongues. They stumbled around the dungeon until Stephen bumped into the pommel horse. He didn't know why, but he turned them round, pushing Ryan against the sloping end.
"Your turn!"
"God, yes!"
Ryan reached behind him, got hold of one of the handles and pulled himself up, raising his knees and displaying his arse to Stephen. Stephen ripped off the leather pouch and bent to lick and suck at Ryan's opening. He smelled of sweat, musk and leather, of sex and submission.
Stephen spat on his hand and covered his cock in it, spat again and rubbed more around Ryan's hole. He lined up the head of his cock and pushed slowly against the puckered opening. Ryan groaned and pushed his knees wider. Stephen took it slowly, knowing the burn was what Rya needed but not wanting to really hurt his lover.
But slow was good. Fraction by fraction, Stephen entered his lover. It felt so good, the tight, hot depths welcomed him and below him was Ryan, skin glistening over tense muscle, a sight he would never forget.
He started to move, slowly, very slowly as Ryan gasped and quivered underneath him. Then, as he felt Ryan's arse relax properly, he started a faster rhythm. Faster and harder he went until he was pounding Ryan's arse. He felt the sweat trickling down his back, felt his balls start to tighten as his orgasm approached. But Ryan wasn't there. Even with his hand rubbing Ryan's cock, he could tell that Ryan was near, but not on the point of coming. He couldn't keep this up forever, not with his sense heightened by a whole night of sex.
He bent his fingers around Ryan's cock and gave him the edge of his nails. Ryan's cries were of pain but encouragement too. Then he knew, a few more strokes, a few more thrusts and he bent down and bit Ryan's left nipple.
Ryan wailed and came, bucking hard, his internal muscles milking Stephen's orgasm from him. They came for a long time, or so it seemed to Stephen. The pleasure rolled over them both again and again. Then they were spent and Stephen collapsed on Ryan's strong body.
After a while, Stephen realised that Ryan had let go of his hold and it was Stephen that was keeping them in place. He stood up and helped Ryan off the horse. Ryan put an arm over his shoulders and Stephen did the same as they propped each other up.
"Good?"
"Yeah," Ryan said. "Let's go to bed."
The End
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