An Ill Wind

New Directions

I blinked as Mike removed the blindfold, and smiled behind the muzzle covering the lower half of my face as he smiled down at me. This was the second day of our ‘honeymoon’ and we’d barely left the house we were so taken up with just revelling in one another’s company, and our kinkiness.

“Any regrets Connor O’Malley, aka Pete Wilson-Parker?”

Mischievously, I nodded. I was encased in a tailor-made latex bondage suit, hooded and muzzled, and secured to our bed with a set of medical bed harness. There wasn’t much I could move, apart from my now softening cock.

He looked surprised as he licked my latest cum shot from his lips. “You do? What ..?” He grinned wickedly. “You want more?”

I nodded, and moved my hips, trying to raise my crotch and indicate I wanted him to fuck me. It said a lot for our understanding of one another that he caught on.

“I think I’ll have to make a change to your restraints for that, my darling.” He looked around. “Yes, I’ve got just the thing.” He caressed my now shrinking cock as he eased off the bed. “Don’t go away now.” He grinned, producing a butt plug. “And this will keep you nicely interested until I get back.”

Watching him leave, I relaxed. Being restrained like this, and under the control of my lover felt very comforting, somehow reassuring. Even the plug filling my ‘man pussy’ felt right. Not as good as my lover’s cock in there, but good.

Mike returned with a fresh set of cuffs and chains, fitting suspension cuffs to my feet and ankles, he raised my legs, adjusting the chains so my manhole was in the right position. Cuffs at my knees spread my legs to give him the perfect approach, then he eased the plug out of me, lubed my butt, and his erection, and positioned himself. “Ready, lover?”

I nodded, shifting my hips slightly.

As always, he entered me gently, easing himself into me until his pubic bone pressed against my perineum. It felt fantastic as he eased himself forward, one hand on each side of my chest as he studied my hooded and muzzled face. “You know, I still can’t believe how lucky I was to have my brother-in-law attempt to kill me, to crash, escape the wreck and then be rescued by you. And then to have Brin, young Keith, and Reg …” He shook his head. “And now we’re married. You’re mine, and I’m yours, and everything I own …”

I pushed my butt against his cock, my own giant cock already half erect. It was an amazing set of circumstances, and I for one, wasn’t going to waste any more time wondering about it.

He got the hint, and set to work.

Keith’s artwork was amazing, it really brought the comics and books alive and by mutual consent, I focussed on the story, he illustrated, and it worked for everyone. I studied his latest layouts, thinking about the story they told, and where to fit the speech frames.

“These are brilliant, Keith.” I smiled, spreading the prints on the counter. “How are things going for you and Reg?” Indicating several of the illustrations, I smiled. “If these are based on Reg and you, then you guys must be having fun.”

He laughed. “It just gets better and better now we don’t have to worry about anyone catching us out.” He hesitated. “I was wondering …” He coloured. “You know how you always drew yourself in the main role? Perhaps we could do that again — if we can make some suitable images of you both to work from.”

“Yes, I’ve no problem with that. How do you want to use them? What sort of storyline?”

“I thought maybe, you, Mike, Reg … we could do something about ‘Connor’ helping out a stranger, and then finding out they’re attracted, and getting involved with other guys …”

I grinned. “You mean do something based on Mike’s and my story? Why not? But I’ll have to talk to Mike and make sure he’s happy with that.” I had to ask. “How do you see your character and Reg’s fitting into it?”

He laughed. “I figured we could be the guys who retrieved Mike, and as a reward you introduced us to …” he swallowed, “your, um, super sized tackle …”

It was my turn to laugh. “Just like that, huh? Well, if Mike’s happy to share it …” I fingered the metal collar I now wore. “I belong to him, Keith.” I grinned, as his hand found the almost identical collar he wore. “Yeah, I know, plus there’s a few restrictions when you’ve got tackle like mine. I have to be careful not to injure a partner and not to injure myself.”

He nodded. “I guess, I mean I never thought about it like that …” He looked disappointed. “I mean, it always looks easy in the books …” He hesitated. “Is it really …?”

“It is.” I laughed. “And it can be tricky, but, once you know the limits. It’s tricky, but a lot of fun to play if I’m careful. Look, I’ll talk to Mike and you can run it past Reg. Then we can set it up for a weekend sometime.” I winked. “We can use the guest bedroom — or maybe the dungeon …”

He grinned. “Reg will be pleased. Are you going to stop by the garage on your way home?”

“I wanted to. Is there something you want me to take to him?”

There wasn’t, and my call on Reg was brief. It was good to see him cheerful and obviously busy. I drove back to Barr’s Harbour turning over in my head the proposal Keith had made, and reassured by my chat to Reg.

I put the proposal to Mike over breakfast in our new home in Barr’s Harbour. “Keith wants to work up a new story based on how you and I met, and how we fell for each other,” I said as I put the breakfast things on the table. “I think it’s a good idea, but he needs us to play through enough scenes for him to do the artwork it needs.”

“Sounds good to me,” Mike watched me over his coffee. “Are you game for it? Sounds like this could become a foursome.” He grinned. As usual I was wearing only a pair of latex Bermuda shorts and my wedding collar, and still feeling the glow of our most recent sex. “Should I allow them the pleasure of playing with you?”

“That, my love, is for you to decide.” I smiled. “After all, I gave myself to you in our marriage ceremony, so it is your decision.” I paused, reaching across the table for his hand. “But I have no objection, as long as it is you that is in control of this.”

“Damn,” he said. “That’s a tough one. If it were anyone else but those two …” He squeezed my hand. “Do you want to do it?”

I nodded. “Yes, I think WE should do it. I think he’ll put together a really great layout, and I have the story mapped out in my head already. It has to be us as the main characters though, and Reg and Keith will enhance it no end.”

He grinned. “Okay, then we’ll do it. How have you cast us?”

“You and Reg as ‘Tops’ and me and Keith as ‘Subs’, but there’ll be a bit of swopping and changing between the start and the finish.” I laughed. “Connor is going to be abducted, and ravished by your jealous brother in law, then rescued by you, and then Reg and Keith will be the rescuers when we’re cornered by the evil brother in law. And plenty of sex as we all try to find our way out of the situations we’ll be dealing with.”

Having set up a date, Mike and I prepared for it. I had all the story boards worked out, Mike assembled the equipment and liaised with Keith and Reg. I worked on the story and the scenes we’d need to get on images for Keith to manipulate and create the comic from. It would need some manipulation and a lot of sex for all of us. The famous Connor O’Malley cock — and other bits of me — would feature heavily and come in for a lot of use as would everyone else involved. We left nothing out, and Mike even suggested a few additions, so, with everything we needed, and which was not at the house, packed, we arrived at Petersford on Thursday evening to a very warm and enthusiastic welcome from Reg and Keith.

“Anyone would think you guys are glad to see us,” I quipped.

Reg laughed. “I almost put Keith in a strait jacket! He rushed to check every time he heard a car all day.”

“Hah! Says the man who spent the whole day making sure everything in the playroom is spotless and ready for use!” Keith hugged me. “I’ve never really thanked you for giving me this chance.”

Returning the hug, I laughed. “How could I not? You’re a great artist, I found the man I needed in my life, just as you and Reg needed a home and a change of careers, so here we are.” Releasing him and greeting Reg, I said, “Now are we going to be invited in, or should we set up out here?”

“Come on in, Pete,” Reg grinned. “We’ve a light supper ready. Can I get those bags in for you guys?”

Over supper and then drinks we discussed the plans for the next three days, with Keith going over the story boards with me, and Mike and Reg checking the equipment and the storylines.

“Okay, guys, tomorrow Keith and I will do the setting up and some test shots, until Reg is available and then we can do a trail run of a couple of the scenes. Saturday we hit the deck running.” I grinned. “Everyone needs to be up and geared up for breakfast. Then we go straight into it.”

In the guest room we were using, Mike turned to me. “Have I told you I love you today?”

“Several times.” I grinned, slipping my arms round him. “But I love hearing you say it.” Our mouths met in a long and gentle kiss.

“Mmm. I must say I’m looking forward to doing this shoot with you, and I think the other guys are excited about it.” He grinned. “I don’t think they quite believe that your tackle is exactly as shown in your pictures. I can’t wait to see Keith’s face when he finds out. He thinks it’s photoshopped to look that way …”

I chuckled. “It’ll come as a shock then. The one part of me that doesn’t need photoshopping …”

As we talked, we stripped one another until finally we were able to embrace, pressing naked flesh to naked flesh, our rigid cocks trapped between us. Holding him close, I whispered, “I love you, Mike, more than I can ever say, so I’ll do my best to show you …”

“I can’t wait.” He chuckled, adding in a falsetto voice. “Oh sir, what a big penis you’ve got! I hope you intend to ravish me with it.”

Giggling we fell into bed, and I proceeded to make love to him.

Mike preceded me down to breakfast, dressed, as we’d agreed the previous evening, in the catsuit he’d be wearing for the first scenes we planned to shoot. Reg and Keith were already there, also in their latex suits and preparing breakfast. Mike wanted to see their faces when I came down dressed as ‘Connor O’Malley’ in the latex suit for my role. This had my long cock sheathed and now strapped to my thigh, showing off it’s full length and girth.

Reg almost dropped his coffee mug. “Oh my fucking …” He gasped. “I knew you were big …”

Accepting the mug Mike handed me, I grinned. “Better get used to it, because you’re both going to get a lot better acquainted with it.”

“I can’t wait,” Keith sighed, glancing at Reg and then Mike.

I laughed. “Slow down, you two. You’ll get plenty of opportunity to enjoy it.”

Breakfast passed rapidly as we discussed the order of business for the dungeon sessions and the studio and outdoor scenes we planned. Then it was down to business. All four of us got the chance to perform the outdoor and indoor shots that would cover the ‘general’ link images for the graphic story, then, after lunch, we got busy with the scenes that needed detailed images of Mike, Keith or me in a variety of restraints and bondage.

It was late afternoon before Keith got his wish to make a close acquaintance with my cock. Mike supervised us, giving Keith tips on how to make the most of it and Reg manning the cameras directing the angles and shots. Keith caught on fast, and boy, did he enjoy it. So did I.

The sequence in which we shot scenes bore no relationship to the actual storyboard, or what it would ultimately look like when assembled in the story. So all three of them got to enjoy my cock, and I theirs, as the afternoon progressed. Mike strapped my now slackening cock to my leg as Keith checked the images from our final shoot for the day and Reg released me from the handcuffs they’d used.

“That was, um, fantastic, Pete.” He licked his lips. “I thought you’d drown me with that cumshot. How do you manage to generate so much?”

I grinned. “Complaining?”

“No! But, hell, you’ve given all of us a dose.”

“Yeah, and he’ll be giving me some more later,” Mike interjected. Straightening up, he leaned forward and kissed me. “He generates more than anyone else I’ve ever met — and I love it.”