The Present.

Kurt entered the bar and had to wait a moment for his eyes to adjust to the dim light. He looked around for one of the regulars to chat with, but the place was empty, except for Terry the day bartender.

Kurt at twenty eight years of age is a man in his prime. He is 5'9, weighs in at 190 lbs., has a 46 inch chest and a 36' waist. His skin, what can be seen of it, is a golden hue from the half hour he spends, every other day under the sun lamps at Alfie's Fitness Centre. His hair is pitch black and covers his entire body in a thick, dark mat.

Kurt tries to get in two hours with Alfie at the Fitness Center every day and is solid, hard muscle. He has just finished his work out and has dropped into the bar for a cold beer.

"Hi Terry, dead today, huh?" he stated casually.

"Yeah, been slow all week but today it is just plain dead. Something must be up, but ain't heard nuthin'."

"The usual?" he asked.

"Yeah. Might as well sit right here and talk with you if you don't mind the company." he said.

"Sit yourself down Sir, I'm much better than talkin' to the walls." Terry laughed.

They had been talking for about ten minutes and Kurt had drunk half his beer when the door opened and a good looking blond guy entered

After waiting a moment for his eyes to adjust he walked over to the bar and grabbed the bar chair next to Kurt.

"Mind if I join ya?" he asked boldly and in a friendly manner.

"No, go right ahead, glad of the company." Kurt replied.

"What'll it be?" Terry asked.

"A cold beer, brand don't matter, longszits cold." he replied.

"Names Ron." he said holding out his hand to Kurt.

Kurt grabbed it and tried for the macho shake to see what the guy was made of. He was mildly surprised, Ron had one hell of a grip.

There was something about Ron that started Kurt's heart pumping a little faster. He also felt a stirring between his legs.

"Holy shit, this guy is really hot" Kurt thought to himself. "I wouldn't mind a piece of him right now."

Terry brought the beer over and Ron introduced himself.

"You new in town?" Terry inquired.

"Yeah, arrived about an hour ago from Buffalo, NY." he answered.

"From Buffalo! What brings you here?" Terry, ever inquisitive had to ask.

Kurt was mesmerized by the guy. He couldn't take his eyes off him. The stirring between his legs was now a full fledged boner of the first magnitude. He wanted to drive his piston up Ron's bore hole and drive it hard. He found his breathing was starting to get a little labored as well.

"Well I'm Gay and I have heard about how liberal this state and town are towards Gays. I am just tired of being hassled all the time. I want to live a normal life and not always have to prove myself to someone." he answered forcefully.

"Well you have come to the right place. No one will hassle you here at least not about being Gay. Any prospects for work?" Terry asked.

"No but I reckon I won't have too much trouble, I have a few degrees in puter programming." he replied.

"Now ain't that a coincidence, Kurt?" Terry laughed.

"Huh?" Kurt answered.

He had not been listening all that close to the conversation. He had been too busy taking in all the details of this gorgeous hunk that Ron presented and trying to figure his chances of getting him into the sack.

"Ron is looking for work in the 'puter programming field and you have been trying to find one." Terry laughed.

"A programmer! Any good?" Kurt asked his interest in the conversation suddenly perked.

"Yeah, I think so anyway, plus I have a few rec's." Ron replied.

For the next twenty minutes they talked computers. Kurt owned a large advertising company. The internet had become big business and everyone wanted to sell on the net. Kurt had been trying for three months to get a good programmer. At the end of the twenty minute chat he had one. Ten minutes after that he had a bed partner.

They left the bar and jumped into Kurt's candy apple red Ferrari.

"Shit, you must be fucking loaded." was all Ron could think of to say when he saw the car.

The car was every mans hard-on. It spoke of raw power and speed. It spoke of an owner that knew what he wanted and how to get it.

The car, built for performance and speed was low to the ground. Ron at first wondered how the hell he would ever get himself into the thing. He was amazed at how easy that turned out to be.

"Hell ya don't have to worry about running into the rear end of anyone in this thing. The fucking thing is so close to the ground you'll roll right under." he laughed.

Kurt laughed as well as he started the engine.

"Ya, great in traffic, just pass right under everything on the road."

The moment that engine turned over, Ron could feel the power. He wondered if Kurt really knew how to drive this beast or was he just a rich kid that got it because daddy only bought the kid the very best.

He got the answer within ten seconds of the thought. Kurt slid the stick smoothly into first and released the clutch. Ron was pushed back almost an inch into his seat. In the blink of an eye, Kurt shifted to second then third. They had traveled less than a quarter mile down Alfie's paved boulevard when Kurt shifted smoothly into sixth and the speedo hit 120 mph. Ron's body was just starting to catch up to the speed of the car.

"Man can this baby move." was Ron's first comment.

"Yeah, wait'tul we get'ter on the freeway. The fucker will do 150 faster'en you can spit. Ain't nuthin' in this city can touch it." Kurt answered with pride.

"I can believe that man, ain't never rid anythin' that moves this fast before." Ron answered really impressed.

"Ah, but wait'tul ya ride my cock, then yull know fast." Kurt replied with a grin.

"Now what makes you think I'm gonna ride your fucking cock, man. I ain't no fucking bottom. Your going down for me. Just because you want to hire me don't mean ya get to ride rough shod and don't forget it." Ron said forcefully.

"Wait a minute I'm a fucking top too, I don't bottom." Kurt shot back.

"Then I guess we got us a small problem, well actually it's you that has the problem. Don't see my cock tryin' ta jump out'a my pants." Ron observed laughing.

"Sonofabitch." was all Kurt could think to say.

Ron reached over and rubbed Kurt's throbbing dick through his tight jeans. A wet spot had started to form just below the outlined head.

"Shit, man. I better slow this fucker down, yer affecting my concentration." Kurt said taking a deep breath.

By now the car had reached the end of Alfie's property. Kurt slowed the car to 40 mph, ignored the stop sign and swung the car out onto the public road leading to the freeway.

"I guess I'm really having an effect, ya seem to have missed a stop sign back there." Ron laughed.

"Back home the cops'ud throw ya in jail for not stoppin'. Have they got liberal traffic laws out here as well?"

"I never stop for that fucking thing. Never any traffic on this road and besides, ain't a cop in town that can catch me to give me the ticket. The city only buys them kiddy cars, no power worth shit in'em." Kurt laughed.

"Besides the chief is a real good friend. Believe it or not his fucking name is, Dinkman. Used to be the head of the Drug Squad. Got elected chief about five years ago, most popular chief the city has ever had." Kurt explained.

"Is he Gay or somethin'?" Ron asked.

"Ya, as a matter of fact he is. He has a thing going with Alfie right now. They been bed mates for about seven or eight years I think."

"Shit, I'm likin' this place more and more by the minute." Ron replied with a big grin.

A short way down the road a sign indicated the on ramp for the freeway. Kurt pulled the little car onto the freeway and took it up to 150. Ron was in his glory, he loved fast cars and bold men. He looked at Kurt, taking in the strong features of his square, chiseled face. The dark brown, almost black eyes, concentrating on the business of maneuvering the little car at high speed.

He suspected that Kurt must be very hairy. He had a very heavy five o'clock shadow and it was still early afternoon. As well, a tuft of heavy black fur was sticking up from his shirt collar. Ron loved hairy men. He figured if he played his cards right he and Kurt just might become good friends. The fact that they were both tops presented a bit of a problem. He wondered how they would overcome it.

He only knew he would never be a full time bottom. Oh once in a while was ok, but not full time. He really liked Kurt so far, he was Ron's kind of man. Well he would just let it play and see what developed.

The car was so fast it just whizzed across the top of the city. Less than five minutes after getting on, Kurt was slowing to exit. Traffic was very light on the country road Kurt had swung the little beast onto. It was heading away from the city, so Ron figured Kurt most likely had himself a country place.

The road was not in all that good a condition, Kurt kept his speed down around the 50 mph mark. They traveled for about two miles before Kurt turned onto a single lane, paved driveway that seemed to cut through thick forest.

"Welcome to Kurt's place." he announced.

"Don't you think you could have found something a little more isolated?" Ron asked tongue in cheek.

"Ah, but wait till ya see the place, then you'll know why it needs to be isolated.

They drove about a mile through the forest and finally came to a big steel gate. It looked like something from out of the movies.

On the other side of the gate, on the left side of the roadway, stood a small building. A man came out of the building, looked at the car for a moment, then went back inside. The gate started to open.

"What is this, the state asylum or the penitentiary?" Ron asked jokingly.

"Have to maintain tight security. Lots of crazies running around the country these days. I have four armed guards on duty at all times. The entire estate is also covered with video camera's and movement sensors, nothing gets on or off this estate that the guards don't know about. I pay a security firm to try and infiltrate the estate a few times a year, just to test the system. No one, not me or any of the guards know when the infiltration's will take place. So far we have always caught them." Kurt explained with pride.

As the gate opened the guard watched closely from inside the building. Kurt drove in, stopped and pushed some numbers on a little key pad on the dash.

"Ok, Jed it's me and a friend." he spoke out loud.

"Good afternoon, Sir." a voice spoke from the dash.

The guard saluted and Kurt drove on.

"How come he didn't come out of the shack?" Ron asked.

"For security reasons. It may have looked like he was looking at me but he was watching two monitors that are keyed to the gate. The infiltrators tried getting in once while the guard was talking to me. But the guard caught them both. The guard has some heavy fire power available in the shack, as you call it, and can take out just about anything that tries to get in."

"Wow, I am impressed." Ron said.

"Also," Kurt added, "no one can get out."

Ron's head snapped around to face Kurt at that remark.

"Was that remark insinuating that I am a prisoner here." Ron asked warily.

"Oh, fuck no man, sorry didn't mean it that way at all. You will understand that remark when I give you a tour of the house. I would rather not say anything else about it right now, Ok?"

Ron relaxed, the tone of Kurt's voice was reassuring. But he had to admit that the way Kurt had said it, it sure sounded like it was a warning of some kind.

The car finally pulled up in front of a huge mansion. It was three stories high. Large white columns supported a heavy looking roof over the entrance, much like the White House.

"Shit man, you buy it like this or have it built?" Ron asked amazed by the splendor of the place.

"Had it built, I like the look, it's kind of regal. Hell I got the money and I wanted the best."

"Ya got all of this from fucking advertising?" Ron asked incredulously.

"Shit no, the ad business brings in lots but nowhere near enough for all of this. No, I just happen to be very good with stocks. We are only just over six months into this year and I have already surpassed what I made last year." he said smiling.

"I don't think I wanna hear anymore. Let's just go fuck." Ron said.

"Sounds good to me." Kurt replied opening the door and climbing out.

As soon as he was out of the car, Kurt began stripping off his shirt. Before he had walked around the car it went flying. He was undoing his pants and slid them down just as he reached the stairs leading up to the door, he jumped up and gave a little kick and they too went flying. Ron watched in fascination, then said:

"What the hell." and started stripping his own clothes off.

They were both down to their skivvies before the front door opened and a guy dressed in nothing but a black leather thong, a black leather collar and a knee high pair of black boots opened the door. The guy got down on his knees and said:

"Welcome home Master."

Kurt's hard, throbbing dick was sticking out the right leg of his underwear, fighting like hell to be free of the confining material. It didn't seem to bother him one bit.

"Sid, this is Master Ron. It will obey him as It would me." Kurt said and passed right by the man.

"Welcome to the mansion Master Ron." Sid greeted.

"Thank you Sid, it's nice to meet you." Ron said holding out his hand to shake.

"Hey, none of that. Fucking slaves don't get treated like human's. Always refer to It as an It, not a you." Kurt called out.

Ron pulled his hand back quickly, just like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Kurt's yell had unnerved him.

"Come on, my cock needs you." Kurt called.

Ron felt a little flush of embarrassment at that. But he noted that the expression on Sid's face hadn't changed at all. In fact their was no expression. Sid's face was a blank. He just seemed to stare straight ahead but slightly towards the floor.

"Strange." Ron thought to himself, must be a slave like those two guys back home.

Ron didn't have time to take much notice of the fancy surroundings as he rushed to catch up to Kurt. He watched as Kurt's skivvies went flying over his head back towards the still kneeling Sid.

He stopped and peeled his own skivvies down and just left them where they dropped. Kurt had climbed into a small elevator and was waiting patiently for him. As soon as Ron entered Kurt pushed a button, the door closed and the elevator began to rise.

"What the hell was that about humans and slaves?" Ron asked as the elevator rose.

"Sid came to me five years ago. He is a submissive, a bottom. Had a yearning to be a full time slave. He begged me for weeks to make him my slave. I finally agreed on the condition that he would surrender completely to me. He would have no rights what-so-ever for a period of five years. I had just had the mansion built and so this was the perfect place to keep him." Kurt explained.

"I work him unmercifully and never acknowledge how good a job he does. I demean him at every opportunity. It is what he wants, what he lives for. The five year period ended six weeks ago. Sid and I sat down and he asked me to make his slavery permanent. Well the way he put it was:

"Sir, please make It your permanent slave or have It put to sleep. It does not want, nor can It live any other kind of life."

"I like Sid. He works hard and is a great piece of ass. He also has learned some great mouth techniques. He doesn't cost me anything to keep. I don't have a single other employee that works as hard as he does. My only cost is the food he eats and thongs. When he is not working he locks himself in a small, time release cage. He enters the cage at 11 pm and the cage reopens at 4:30 am."

Ron looked at him with a bit of a stunned look.

"Your joking of course?" was his response.

"No, I have never been more serious in my life." Kurt replied.

"Interesting, a couple of my buds back east are Master's. Only their slaves were unwilling and real fucking wimps, keeping them under control has not been a problem, but they are kept chained all the time. But to get a guy that wants to be a slave, now that really is something." Ron said, dropping his hand and grabbing Kurt by the cock.

He pulled Kurt too him and placed his other arm around his shoulder:

"Wanna be my slave handsome?" he asked then pressed his lips hard to Kurt's before Kurt could respond.

He kept a tight grip on Kurt's throbbing member as his tongue parted Kurt's lips. Kurt, taken a little by surprise at the suddenness of this move took a second or so to react. His right hand dropped to Ron's quickly erecting cock and took hold.

His other arm went around Ron's shoulder and he opened his mouth to receive Ron's hot, probing tongue. The elevator door opened but they were too lost in each other to notice.

They were two raging bulls, each exploring the other. Hot with the need to rut but still feeling each other out. Both hands left throbbing cocks at the same time and went behind to feel and rub ass. The throbbing cocks of each, pressed against the hard, ridged six pack of the other. Hips gyrating to send further sensations to fevered, lust filled brains.

They were both now too far gone to worry about beds or bedrooms or anything else, except emptying their nut sacks, which were now full of hot man juice, waiting for just the right moment to shoot out into a cold hostile world.

Kurt was absolutely flummoxed when he suddenly found himself on the floor of the elevator, on his back. Ron was on top of him in a flash. Before he could react his legs were on Ron's shoulders. The elevator was too small for Kurt to be able to squirm out.

"Looks like I get first go." Ron grinned as he pushed his throbbing cock into Kurt's virgin ass.

Ron wasn't gentle, he didn't expect Kurt would be with him either so plunged away.

"Ahaaahhhhhhiiiiiieeeeee." Kurt screamed out as Ron's seven and a half inch cock forced it's way past his sphincter.

Ron's cock was well lubricated from all the rubbing when their abs were pressed together. They had both been leaking gallons of precum.

"I'll kill you, you bastard." Kurt screamed out.

"Nah, you'll just rape me like I am you." Ron answered and began to plow his dick in and out of Kurt's hot virgin ass.

At first Kurt was really pissed at this intrusion. The nerve of the Sonofabitch, raping him in his own elevator. He had been serious when he said he would kill him, however he had never had a cock up his ass before.

Ron was taking great pains to make sure he hit Kurt's prostate with each inward plunge. Kurt had never felt that fantastic feeling of having his prostate rubbed by a hot cock. Suddenly Kurt was enjoying the feeling and was getting even more turned on then he had ever been before.

His yells of revenge turned to moans of pure pleasure.

"Oh fuck man that feels so damned good. Oh shit, fuck me, fuck me. Ahhhhhhhhhh."

"Ya, take it man, take my big cock up your tight faggot pussy. Ya like being fucked by a real man don't ya faggot." Ron called out lost in his own lust driven world.

Ron was really turned on. Raping a big, hard, stud like Kurt was a fantasy he had harbored for quite some time. The funny thing was that although he was raping Kurt, he was also falling deeply in love with him. He did his best to make sure Kurt was getting as much pleasure from this as he was.

The look of the big stud, helpless underneath him drove Ron to the top of the mountain and he began to unload his precious cargo deep into Kurt's bowels.

Kurt felt Ron stiffen and knew he was about to blow his load. He watched the face of this beautiful stud that only a few moments ago he thought he was going to rape. But Ron had surprised him, dropped him down neat as you please. Rammed his cock deep into his bowels, turning the tables before he even realized what was happening.

As Ron started to unload his hot seed deep in Kurt's ass, Kurt fell deeply in love, for the very first time in his life. His hips began to lift to meet Ron's thrusts, this was now a mutual rut of love.

As his balls emptied the last of their load into Kurt's hot bowels, Ron leaned forward and kissed him.

He lifted his head breaking the kiss.

"That was the best fuck I have ever had, Kurt. Thanks. Now it's your turn." he said rolling over onto his back.

"Wouldn't you rather go into the bedroom?" Kurt asked.

"Take me wherever and however you want, Kurt." Ron answered amiably.

"Then up on your hands and knees, I wanna take ya like a fucking bitch dog." Kurt ordered.

"Woof, woof." Ron replied getting up on his hands and knees and wiggling his ass at Kurt.

Ron's ass was not virgin. He had been ass fucked many times before. However he preferred to top. He only bottomed if his partner insisted which had not been all that often recently. He wondered how this was going to work out for him and Kurt, neither of them really liked to bottom. Would they be able to come to terms with it?

"Hold on prick, cause your gettin' it just as dry as ya did me." Kurt warned as he placed the head of his still throbbing dick up to Ron's rose bud.

"Go for it man." was Ron's response.

Kurt's dick had continued to leak out string after string of precum while Ron had been screwing him. His cock had not had any chance to dry so was covered in precum. Just has he placed the tip of his 7 inch, cut, rod up against Ron's hot pink bud, another large dollop of the silvery juice leaked onto Ron's bud. At the same moment, Kurt lunged forward.

He had expected to meet a lot of resistance and had used a hell of a lot more force than was necessary. His dick didn't meet any resistance at all and sank all the way in, all the way to the root. Kurt's nuts slapped painfully against Ron's . They both gave a yelp from the sudden pain and the surprise.

But the funniest thing of all was that Ron had been braced for a good hard fucking, but not for the full force of Kurt's weight suddenly banging into him out of control. The force of Kurt's thrust sent him forward, his head slamming into the elevator wall and his arms and legs collapsing beneath him.

Kurt was going for a ride but not the ride he had expected or desperately wanted. As Ron flew forward and bashed into the elevator wall, there was nothing to stop the momentum of his body so he went flying forward as well. Right on top of the collapsing Ron.

Kurt managed to get his arms out in front in time to prevent his face from coming in full contact with the wall that had just done a number on Ron's head. But that was not the worst of it.

The sudden surprise of flying forward must have also been very erotic in some sort of weird way because Kurt's nuts began to unload as both men collapsed to the floor. Kurt's dick slipped out of Ron's pussy and was busy blowing dick cream all over Ron's ass.

As all this forward movement finally came to a halt they both lay there stunned for a moment, even as Kurt's nuts continued to spasm and shoot out loads of hot cum all over Ron's ass and the floor of the elevator.

Kurt was just shooting the last load when they both came back to earth.

"What the fuck!" Kurt exclaimed.

"Ayieee." Ron yelled his hands shooting up to hold his damaged head.

Kurt rolled off and they both got into a sitting position. Ron was still holding his head and making it very plain that he was in pain here.

Kurt finally got his senses back and became concerned for Ron.

"Oh shit man are you ok?"

"Yeah, I think so, but my fucking head hit that wall with one hell of a wallop. I think I am going to end up with a good sized goose egg."

Kurt got to his feet and reached down to help Ron up.

"Here take my hand and I'll get you into my bedroom then get Sid to bring up some ice. Can you manage ok?" he asked with concern.

Ron reached out and took Kurt's hand.

"I'm fine. Just hurts a bit. Will go away in a few minutes. I think it was more the surprise than anything." then he started to laugh.

He looked at Kurt, tears of laughter running down his cheeks. Kurt finally realized that Ron was ok and he saw the funny side of the whole thing and he started laughing as well.

The two new friends, arms around each, naked as the day they were born, made their way out of the elevator and along a short hallway to Kurt's bedroom.

"Poor Kurt." Ron observed, as they stumbled down the hallway laughing like a couple of fools.

"You still didn't get your poor fucking nuts off."

"Well now, put your hand around and feel your ass cheeks." Kurt invited.

Ron, not sure what Kurt was getting at, did so. His hand immediately felt and was covered in, slime. He pulled his hand back real quick and looked at it.

"Sonofabitch. You blew yer fucking load while we were crashing to the floor." Ron blurted and began to laugh uncontrollably again.

"Yeah, ain't that a hoot." Kurt replied loosing it as well.

Once in the bedroom, Kurt called down for Sid to bring ice and to clean up the elevator.

"It's my cum so you make fucking sure you lick and suck it all up from that rug." Kurt demanded of Sid after he had delivered the ice pack.

Sid, happy as a pig in shit to be ordered to do something so demeaning rushed off to suck the cum out of the rug on the elevator.

Ron held the ice pack on his head as they both lay back on the bed.

"I can't believe how happy he looked when you ordered him to do that." Ron quipped.

An hour later Ron's head was feeling much better. He turned to Kurt, raised himself up, leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. Kurt returned the kiss.

"You will probably think I am crazy, Kurt, but I think I am in love with you." Ron said between short kisses.

Kurt's breathing had become husky, he opened his eyes and looked deeply into Ron's.

"Well that makes two of us. I have never been in love before, but I feel this strange attraction to you. I want to be with you, to know you, to share everything with you, to make love to you." they kissed.

It was a slow, gentle kiss. Their tongues entwining, rubbing together in a waltz of loving passion. Hands now began to explore again, sliding gently up and down hot bodies. Finding spots that sent shivers through their partners, learning, recording information for later use.

Ron couldn't get over just how hairy Kurt was. The thick mat of hair began at the shave point of his neck and continued down to his toes. He had never seen a man with so much hair before. He loved the feel of it on his hands and against his chest as they moved together.

Ron on the other hand was practically hairless. Except for his pubs and his head, Ron's remaining body hair was just a soft, golden down, almost invisible.

Kurt had always preferred partners that shaved off all their body hair. Ron's natural lack of hair just made Kurt love him all the more. His hands were busy exploring and feeling the wonderful, soft, satiny smooth texture of Ron's skin. His cock had risen to full attention and was pulsing against Ron's abs.

Ron pulled his lips from Kurt's and kissed his chin and neck. His hand moved through and parted the hair of his chest to find Kurt's quarter sized areolas and nipples, which were hidden beneath.

He moved his hot lips down and gently worked each nipple with his tongue and lips. Then sucked each areola into his mouth and applied sucking pressure. Kurt was moaning in pleasure.

Ron moved himself around so his nipples were directly over Kurt's mouth. Kurt got the hint and soon they were sucking, licking and tickling each other's nipples.

Finally Ron started to move on down. He had always loved to lick and kiss his way down to a throbbing cock. But Kurt had so much hair he could not get down to Kurt's skin below the hair.

Kurt however was not having any such problem. His hot tongue darted out, flicking and licking it's way towards Ron's throbbing shaft.

Ron finally found Kurt's button, it was an inny. He parted the hair and went to work trying to give Kurt the greatest sensations he could. His tongue worked it's magic around the rim of the button, then flicked across the top. Finally plunging in and licking and sucking on the stub of the cord that had brought Kurt life.

Kurt had never had his button licked or sucked before. It was a new sensation and had caused him to moan out loud and begin breathing rapidly. He could not believe how good it felt. He almost cried stop, when Ron left it and moved on down.

Kurt matched Ron's love making step for step. Not only had he never had his button sucked, he had never sucked one. He just followed the same maneuvers Ron was using on him. He found he liked the feeling of the button and the button hole on his tongue. Ron had an inny and it was buried quite deep.

From the button, Ron moved to Kurt's dick. The head was swollen and pulsing in time with his heart. It glistened from the precum that was oozing from the tip. Ron gave the head a kiss, then a lick and moved away. He wanted to taste Kurt's nuts before he sucked that cock.

With his right hand he pushed Kurt's throbbing phallus down against his abs which had the effect of lift the balls up. The balls too were covered in a thick mat of pitch black hair. Ron bent down close and sucked one of the jewels into his mouth. It was a strange feeling to have all that hair in his mouth.

He sucked gently and could hear Kurt moaning in ecstasy. That made him feel good inside and he continued to suck on the hairy nut. The taste was wonderful, the taste of a man, a taste indescribable, but one he loved.

Ron sucked each nut in turn getting the full richness and flavor, savoring it, loving it. Kurt was performing exactly the same service for him. Kurt's mouth was so hot and felt so good wrapped around his nut. Ron suddenly understood that making love to someone you love is so much better than just sucking and fucking to empty ones nuts.

Sex took on a whole new meaning for him in that moment of realization. Sex was not just a need that had to be filled. Sex was a means of sharing and exchanging his love with and for another living being.

Armed with this new knowledge he moved on up to Kurt's throbbing, precum pumping dick and kissed it gently. Then he began to lick and kiss Kurt's cock in a manner that he had never done before. It was almost as if he were worshiping it. His kisses adoration, his licks and sucks gifts or sacrifices to Kurt's pleasure stick.

Kurt, although he had not yet come to the same realization, was doing his best to return all the pleasure that Ron was giving him. He knew he was succeeding because Ron kept moaning out his pleasure as loud as he himself was doing.

Ron was soon filled with a deep need and desire to feel Kurt's power and strength deep within his throat. A desire so overpowering he could not hold back any longer. He opened his mouth and took the pulsing head inside, letting it slide to the back of his throat.

His gag reflex began to kick in so he pulled back slightly. His tongue was moving quickly all around the hot head and shaft filling his oral cavity. He took a deep breath and pushed his head forward.

Kurt's dick slid right in and down Ron's throat. He kept pushing until he felt Kurt's nuts against his chin and the pub hair against his nose. He held the cock there, luxuriating in the feel of the throbbing phallus buried so deeply in his gullet.

He pulled his head back until the head of Kurt's dick was back in his mouth and held by his lips. His tongue flicking wildly against it. Then he plunged forward again. He set up a steady, gently rhythm, just enjoying the feelings ripping through his body.

Kurt was doing exactly the same thing for him.

They kept the rhythm going for a good ten minutes or more, making each other feel great. Hands busy playing with currently unused orifices, sending extra little thrills through each other.

Both Ron and Kurt entered noman's land at the same time. That place from which there is no return. Their love juices churning and fighting for position in their nuts, preparing for the great exodus, the great race, each miniscule sperm fighting for the pole position, wanting to be first up the tube.

First up the Vas Deferens for the long journey up to the Prostate and then to go shooting down the Urethra at great force, to be shot into ............ the eager, waiting mouth of one or the other of the two lovers. Oh what a shock that must be for the poor little sperms that are expecting to find a seed, instead they find themselves bathed in gastric juice.

Ron could feel his nuts lift and prepare to shoot. He picked up the pace of his thrusts. Kurt followed suite. Ron began to shoot his man juice into Kurt's hot throat a fraction of a second ahead of Kurt shooting down his.

Actually Kurt's first load erupted on the out swing and filled Ron's Mouth. He took a big gulp and swallowed quick as Kurt's cock began the inward plunge. He felt it erupting again halfway down, then again as it was just exiting his throat on the outward swing. The back of his throat and then his mouth filled with great gobs of the white, sticky, slightly acrid man juice.

Ron savored every drop, he loved the taste and texture of, dick cream, as he called it. Even after Kurt's nuts were empty, Ron continued to suck and lick on the shrinking tool, getting every last drop.

Kurt was doing exactly the same thing. Finally both dicks were flaccid and spotlessly clean. They both reluctantly pulled away at almost the exact same moment. Ron headed back up to Kurt and they kissed again.

Then he lay back on the bed, luxuriating in the after glow of good sex. They talked a bit more afterwards and kissed and fondled each other. Finally Kurt asked Ron if would like to stay at the mansion, at least for a while. Ron agreed readily, seeing as he did not have anywhere else to go.

"I will have to go to the train station and retrieve my duffle. Everything I own is in that bag." Ron said.

"Don't worry about it. I will have it picked up and brought here. Do you have the key with you?"

"Yes. It is in my pants which are laying out in the driveway somewhere." Ron laughed.

Kurt called down for Sid to collect all of Ron's clothes and bring them up. He knew that Sid would have already done that. He would have folded them all up nice and neat after dusting them off.

Less than two minutes later Sid knocked, then opened the door. He was on his knees and requested permission to enter.

Ron grabbed his pants and fished around in the pockets until he found a key. He handed it over to Kurt.

"Take this to security and give it to Eric." Kurt ordered handing the key to Sid.

Sid took the key and left.

Kurt then called down to security and talked with Eric. Explained that he wanted someone to go to the train station and retrieve Ron's baggage from the locker and that Sid was on his way down with the key.

They both got dressed and Kurt gave Ron the grand tour of the mansion. Kurt had a small gym right next to his bedroom. It was about half the size of a regulation Basket Ball court but the ceiling was only about twenty feet from the floor, it was great for a good round of one on one. Off of the gym was a fully equipped weight room.

"I used it for a bit when the place was first built but I found I much preferred to work out with Alfie. The man really knows his stuff and he keeps me in terrific shape. I bring Sid up here regularly and work the shit out of him, just for something to do. Sid really likes to be abused so this works out fine." Kurt laughed.

They went back into the bedroom, on the other side of the room were two doors. Kurt explained that the door on the right led to a living room, small dining room and a kitchen. He liked to cook his own meals once in a while and sometimes had friends over to enjoy a quiet dinner.

He opened the door on the left. As soon as the door opened, Ron got the distinct odor of chlorine. On the other side of the door were a set of stairs leading upwards.

"You have a pool up here?" Ron asked.

"Yeah. It is on the roof and covered by a dome. It is almost like being outside." he said climbing the stairs.

At the top of the stairs there was a short hallway. Kurt opened the door and was bathed in bright sunlight. They stepped into the pool area. It was a large pool with a huge clear dome. Kurt explained that parts of the dome could be moved back to let in fresh air.

Two young men were in the pool, doing what looked to Ron like the dog paddle. He thought it was a strange stroke for two grown men to be using. As well they seemed to be staying side by side as they made their way to the top of the pool.

Standing on the edge of the pool watching, was a big man all dressed in black leather. He turned towards them as they entered.

"Hey Kurt, didn't expect to see you this early." he said amiably.

"Decided to take the afternoon off. Got someone for you to meet. Greg this is Ron, Ron say hello to Greg, best damned dogslave trainer on the west coast."

The two men shook hands. They were the same height and weight. Greg was much darker than Ron and had a whole lot more hair.

"Dogslave! What's that?" Ron asked.

"Well to put it simply a dogslave is a guy that likes to be treated like a dog. Some are weekenders, some just every once in a while. For those guys it is just a way to get off. But there are other's, those that truly want to be dogslave's, they live only for that. These two in the pool for instance. They are dogslave's twenty-four and seven."

"Twenty four and seven?" Ron asked bewildered.

"Twenty four hours a day, seven days a week. They have signed a contract with their Master for a specific period of time. During the entire life of that contract they will be treated as dogs. These two guys are actually brothers. They belong to the same Master. He has contracted me to train them for the up coming California Leather Dogs championships." Greg explained as he continued to watch the two guys in the pool.

"What he has neglected to tell you, Ron, is that he trained the last five California Champion's, as well as the last two National Champion's and the current Champion's of New York, Nevada, New Mexico and Texas. He now has more bookings to train dogs then he knows what to do with." Kurt laughed.

Greg seemed just slightly embarrassed by the accolades.

"Just plain luck." he said with a grin.

"How are these two doing?" Kurt asked.

"Not too bad really, both are very dedicated. They want a win for their Master and have been working their tails off. No pun intended." Greg replied.

"Well, we'll let you get back to it and will see you at dinner tonight. Ron is moving into the mansion so you will get to see a lot of each other." Kurt said.

"Hey that's great, see you both later then." he shook hands with Ron again and turned back to the pool.

He put a whistle between his lips and blew four short blasts. The two guys in the pool both made for the side of the pool. There was a ramp there and they started to crawl up on their hands and knees.

Kurt and Ron reached that end of the pool just as the two men crawled onto the deck. Ron was amazed to see that the hands of both men were bound inside some sort of ridged mitt.

"Grrrrrrrr." one of the men growled as we approached.

"Easy Shaggy, he's a friend." Kurt said to the man as he crouched down.

The man Kurt had referred to as Shaggy hurried to him. Kurt ruffled his hair and called him a good dog. He then encouraged Ron to bend down and say hello.

Ron did so, rubbing his hand through Shaggie's hair and saying good dog. Shaggie responded by licking Ron's knee which was right in front of his face.

Ron was really taken aback. He had never seen such behavior in a man before. The other man's dog name was Moppsie. There was nothing for it but Ron had to give Moppsie the same treatment he had given Shaggie. In a few seconds both lads, or should I now start referring to them as dogs, were all over Ron. Licking and brushing against him. One of them even shook his head to get the water out of his hair.

"Tweeeeeeeeeeeee." one quick burst from a whistle echoed around the pool.

The two dogslave's backed off and headed quickly towards Greg.

Ron got back up, he was a bit wet from the two dogslave's.

"That was unbelievable. They acted more like dogs than a dog does." he exclaimed.

"Yeah. They will get a special treat tonight for that little show. Look how Greg is rewarding them." Kurt said.

Ron turned and watched. The two dogslave's were in a beg position. Greg had taken something from his pocket, then held a hand up over each dogslave. First one then the other gave a little bark and Greg popped something into their mouths which they then proceeded to chew happily.

"When is the competition held, I sure would like to see that?" Ron asked.

"First round starts in six weeks. If your still in town you will see it because it is held at The Dungeon." Kurt replied testing the waters.

"Oh I suspect I will still be in town. I'm beginning to think I don't ever want to leave this place." Ron said with a smile.

"Sounds good to me, come on and I'll show you the rest of the joint." Kurt invited, he was sure now that Ron wanted to stay.

The third floor, as well as Kurt's private quarters and the gym also held five large guest suites. These were used by Kurt's best Master friends whenever they were in town, which Kurt said was quite often, particularly while the dog show was in progress. Greg was currently using the suit next to Kurt's private rooms.

They went on down to the second floor. This floor contained ten large guest rooms.

"I entertain quite a bit and often the guests are from out of town. Also I quite often will have a client from out of town visit. They feel so much more important if you invite them to stay in your home rather than make them go to a hotel." Kurt explained.

This floor also housed a huge ball room.

"We can sit three hundred for dinner in here. Ain't never had that many yet, but we once had two twenty. Don't really use it that much, it really is a waste. I have been thinking of having it taken out and putting in more guest rooms. I really could use them."

"More guest rooms. You really must have a lot of friends." Ron exclaimed.

"Well, when we get to the basement you will understand why I need the room. I won't say anymore until you have seen it." Kurt replied secretively.

"Ah, great. I love surprises." Ron said with a smile.

Across the hall from the ball room was a fairly large games room. Among other things it contained six regulation sized pool tables.

"You play?" Kurt asked.

"Do dogs shit?" Ron replied.

"Great, we can rack'em up right after dinner." Kurt smiled.

"Your on." was Ron's reply.

From the games room they proceeded to the ground floor. This floor contained a large dinning room, a smaller more intimate dining room and a huge kitchen that serviced them both. There also were offices. One of which would be Ron's.

There was also a large lounge, filled with easy chairs and sofas. The walls were lined with book shelves and were filled with thousands of books. Off of the lounge was another large room that had a large projection TV. These rooms were mainly used by the guests.

"Well that's the main parts of the house, Ron. Out back there is a huge garden and at the side of the house a large garage. If you ever need a car just call security and they will give you the keys. There are ten of them out there, just choose the one you like best and use it. Each car has a credit card in the glove box for fuel and other services."

"Well now, all that's left is the basement. Before we go, I must ask you why you went to The Dungeon today? Kurt asked.

"I mean there are half a dozen or more good gay bars within easy walking distance of the train station. Why take a taxi all the way out to Alfie's place?

Ron looked at him for a minute and then replied.

"Well I like leather and I like bondage. I didn't figure I would get a puter job right away, but I thought I might have a chance of convincing Alfie to hire me, at least temporarily. I had heard of Alfie back in Buffalo. A good friend of mine is also a good friend of Alfie's and he gave me a letter of introduction. If you hadn't hired me I would have stayed at the bar until I had met Alfie." Ron answered.

"Do you have a lot of experience with leather and bondage?" Kurt asked.

"Ya. A fair bit." Ron replied.

"I knew down deep in my heart that you were a Leatherman, you see only Leathermen qualify to see the real Dungeon and only slaves experience it. Alfie's place is for the weekend leather guys and for the dog show, this is where the true Leathermen come." Kurt said, pushing a button on the wall next to a set of stainless steel double doors.

Ron was feeling excitement in the pit of his stomach. Leathermen, true Leathermen, he couldn't believe his good luck. He had fallen for a Leatherman and the fucker had a dungeon to boot.

The stainless steel doors opened noiselessly. They entered the elevator and Kurt entered a code into a code pad on the wall. The doors slid closed and the elevator began to lower.

"The Dungeon is thirty feet below grade, Ron. The only guests that I ever invite to stay in all those guest rooms upstairs are true Leathermen. We hold regular sessions down here in The Dungeon."

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Kurt led the way out into a sort of hallway. Off to the right was a door and beside it a window with a guard in uniform sitting behind it.

"This is intake, Ron. When a Master arrives he brings his slave or slaves down here and they are processed through security. Security will look after the slave when not being used by the Master or his friends. Sometimes the slaves arrive as cargo shipped by the Master ahead of his arrival."

"Are the slaves prisoners?" Ron asked a bit confused by it all.

"No not always, the majority of the slaves have signed a contract with their Master's, much like Sid. There are only a few Non Consensual slaves. It is actually dangerous to have NC's because should they escape they can cause one hell of a lot of trouble." Kurt explained.

"However some Master's will not use anything but an NC. They love the power trip of forcing another guy, particularly a straight hetro, into engaging in kinky sex and bondage.

He walked over towards the window and the door next to it gave a click. Kurt pushed the door open and walked in.

"Hi Charlie, quiet day, huh." Kurt greeted the guard.

"Yes Sir, very quiet. We only have eight in right now. Two were shipped in this morning, belong to Master Tompkins." Charlie answered.

"Meet Ron, Charlie. Ron is a computer whiz and will be taking over all puter operations for the company. He is to have priority one status in the building. I will have Arnold take care of all the details in the morning. Haven't seen any of the other security people yet so you can pass the word." Kurt ordered.

"Yes, Sir, consider it done." Charlie replied.

"Buzz us all the way through, Charlie, I'm giving Ron the grand tour." Kurt said heading towards another door.

"Yes Sir."

"Nice to have met you Charlie. I am sure we will get to know each other as time goes on." Ron said shaking Charlie's hand again.

"Yes Sir, pleasure is all mine." Charlie smiled.

From the small intake office they entered a cell block. There were fifteen individual cells on each side of a wide hallway. The cells were all separated by a sound proof wall. The only opening in the cell was the door. There were actually two doors. One was just bars, the other a solid, sound proofed affair.

If the Master or security wished, they could completely isolate a slave. However that was very rarely done. Usually it was just the bar door that was closed. Slaves were not permitted to communicate with each other. Sensitive microphones ensured that they obeyed.

"Slaves are kept here unless they are personal slaves, such as velet's and secretaries. The slaves kept down here are for play. Most have signed a contract to serve their Master's in any way the Master sees fit." Kurt explained.

"There are two types of slaves housed here. Red slaves and blue slaves. Red slaves may not be touched unless the Slave's Master is present. It is stipulated in the slaves contract that the Master must always be present when someone else is using him. A red slave will refuse and is within his rights to refuse any order of a sexual nature or that requires him to work unless his Master is present. He will obey house rules and the orders of personal charged with moving him around."

"The blue slaves are free for any Master any time. The contract they signed permits that Master to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants. He can even sell them if he so wishes. Slaves that sign these types of contracts are total and complete slaves, they are like Sid, they can not live any other kind of life." Kurt continued to explain as they walked down the row of cells.

"As you can see by the blue tag displayed on the occupied cells all eight of the slaves here right now are free for use slaves. Any time you feel like some fun and games you may come down and have one or two or however many you like. Take him or them into The Dungeon and play. Only rule, no serious injuries. After all they are here for a reason. Their Master will be arriving in a day or two because we will be having a leather weekend starting Friday."

"Your serious, aren't you?" Ron said.

"I can come down here anytime and indulge in my favorite fetish."

"Yup, I don't joke when it comes to slaves."

As they approached each occupied cell they could hear the slave scramble to be in the proper position when a Master looked in. Failure to be in the proper, rest one position could mean a severe punishment.

Rest one is, on the knees, legs separated so cock and balls are fully visible, hands behind head, eyes looking at the floor ten feet in front.

The first slave they saw was a big man. Ron guessed that he would be about six foot when standing. He had broad shoulders, a large muscular chest, a fantastic six pack and a flaccid cock that hung down at least seven inches. He was also completely devoid of hair except for a small patch right on the top of his head.

"Fuck me, look at the buggers cock?" Ron exclaimed.

He had never seen a flaccid cock that big before.

"That's nothing, watch this." Kurt said.

"On your feet shitface and keep your hands behind your head." Kurt ordered.

The big slave rose to his feet in one fluid motion, using just his leg muscles.

"Now get over here and poke that horse dong through the bars." the big slave obeyed instantly.

He hurried over and poked his still flaccid shlong through the bars.

Kurt grasped it and began to wank.

"The faggot slave loves to have It's horse dong wanked, doesn't It." Kurt teased.

"It loves to have strangers play with It's dong and It's nuts." Kurt continued to put down the big man.

He was now wanking the big cock and playing with the slaves nuts. The big cock began to erect. Ron stood there in amazement as the thing got bigger and bigger. Soon it was almost as long as Ron's forearm and about half as thick. He had heard of big cocks, but would never have believed he would ever see one as big as this monster he was looking at now.

Kurt took his hand away from the big cock. A look of disappointment crossed the face of the big slave.

"Go back to rest one." Kurt ordered.

The big slave his huge cock pointing out straight in front, went back to the center of the room and lowered himself, just using his leg muscles. Not once, from the moment they had arrived, had he removed his hands from behind his head. Back in the rest position the big cock stuck out obscenely.

Kurt moved on down the line. Each of the eight slaves were fine specimens of male strength and power. Ron was surprised, he had expected the slaves to all look at least a little like the two his friends back east owned. Scrawny wimp types. Hell every one of these guys were bigger and stronger than either of his friends.

"Well Ron are you ready for The Dungeon?" Kurt asked.

"Oh yeah, man am I ready." Ron replied.

As they approached the door at the end of the cell block, it clicked and began to open on it's own.

"This door is electronically controlled from the intake room. All the doors down here can be sealed tight by Charlie. He has complete control unless you have one of these." Kurt said, pulling a card from his pocket.

"It is an over ride card. There are only a few of them, I will give you one tomorrow. But you must take very good care of it. It is not often, but sometimes we do get NC slaves in here and they may try to escape. There is very little chance that they would succeed but I don't believe in tempting fate. When there are NC's in the house, the card must not be brought into any part of The Dungeon or the cell rooms. Either leave it in your room or give it to Charlie or whoever is on duty before entering. The duty guard will ask you for it anyway." Kurt explained.

"Right." Ron answered.

The door opened and they entered a short hallway. The door at the opposite end was already opened. Kurt led the way into The Dungeon.

Ron stopped dead in his tracks. The Dungeon was any Leatherman's wet dream. He was just too astonished to speak. He had never seen anything like it in his life.

"There are thirty pieces of major bondage equipment here." Kurt explained as he walked into the room.

"Can you imagine it Ron, thirty slaves, each in a different form of bondage, all at the same time. But that is only the major equipment, there are also all kinds of other bondage that can take place. A Leatherman is only limited by his own imagination."

They walked slowly through the room, around each piece of equipment. Ron marveling at what he saw. Things he had heard about or seen in magazines. Never dreaming that he would actually ever see the real thing. Things he couldn't figure out at all and Kurt had to explain.

"You said there was something happening this weekend?" Ron asked.

"Yes, we will have a Leathermen's party. You are invited by the way, so far fifteen Leather Master's have indicated they will attend. It should be a great time." Kurt smiled.

At that moment they were passing a big heavy rubber suit that was sitting in a corner.

"What is that?" Ron asked.

"Ah the rubber suit. Well we get a slave into it, and he is completely sealed inside. He will have no sensations of the outside world, just the feel of the rubber pressing into his skin. Look up there on the wall, that is the hood. Inside is a mouth piece. Once the hood is in place there is a tube inside that fits into the mouth and we can feed and water him." Kurt explained.

"Feed and water him. Why?" Ron asked baffled.

"Because he is going to live in that suit for a couple of days. In fact you will probably see it in action this weekend. If I remember correctly one of the Master's has requested the suit." Kurt went on.

"Live in the suit for a couple of days, won't that be awkward for him to get around."

"Oh he won't be going anywhere. He will be hoisted off the floor, by that block and tackle up there as a matter of fact." he said pointing at the ceiling.

"He will live in that suit for the whole weekend. The lenses on the head piece will allow a little light but he can not see anything. We found that complete darkness is too much for some slaves and can almost drive them completely crazy. With the opaque lenses he is not in complete darkness and that seems to make a big difference. The real fun thing is this." Kurt said, bending over and moving the suit around.

At the crotch of the suit was some very soft pliable rubber.

"Anyone that wants can come along, insert their hand like so, it is a glove inside. You can now play with his dick and balls. Get him hard and keep him hard without letting him cum. Or we can make him cum and he has to sit in it until released. The same with his body waste. He will be in it until we release him." Kurt was enjoying talking about this.

Ron got the impression that Kurt really loved to see a guy hung up and helpless in that suit. As a matter of fact he was right. Kurt loved to see guys in anything that made them helpless, he then loved to torment them sexually.

He and six other Master's once kept a slave strapped to a table and kept him hot for a full week without letting him cum. By the end of the week the poor slave was ready to do anything to get them to empty his nut sac. Just thinking of that could give Kurt a hard on.

They wandered around The Dungeon for a bit longer, Ron asking questions and Kurt answering. They then headed for the elevator and entered.

As the elevator rose Ron realized his dick was stiff and leaking precum down his leg.

"Oh man, have I lucked in." he thought.

To be continued, a new story in this series, The Golden Mask, coming soon.

This story � by Rob Allie, 2003, all rights reserved.

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