An Ill Wind

A Dungeon Party

The Dungeon had undergone some modifications since Mike and I had last used it. Keith and Reg obviously had a very creative streak. I stared at the metal frame Reg had created.

“So you want to put me into that thing?”

Reg grinned. “Yup. We reckoned if the bad guys knew about Connor’s special abilities, they’d try to create something that was not just inescapable, but would render him absolutely helpless.”

I grinned. “Looks like you’ve succeeded then. Is that a milking tube?”

“Yup, and a vibrating plug for your butt.” Reg grinned. “And, of course, once you’ve escaped, one of us gets put into it while you escape with Mike …”

I studied the fixed cuffs on the frame. Made of steel, and obviously made to measure, the locking mechanism was simple, but efficient. I’d be fastened to it by ankles, thighs, wrists, elbows, waist, chest and my head would be enclosed in a moulded steel helmet with a silicone penis gagging me. And then there was the dildo vibrator that would be imbedded in my anus, and the hefty curved tube that would encase my cock and milk me …

“I think you’ve probably succeeded in your intentions then — even if I did have Connor O’Malley’s fictional abilities …” I glanced at Mike. “Shall we get started?”

“Step this way, Mr O’Malley, and let’s render you helpless,” Mike joked. “I think I’ll have to get Reg to build one of these for our dungeon once this is over. I think you’re going to love it!”

“You mean you’ll enjoy it.” I grinned as I took my place. “Kiss me, before I forget you really love me, and I’m doing this to save you from your evil brother-in-law …” I laughed as he broke the kiss. “And you just bet I’m going to love this!” I stepped into position and Mike and Reg set to work while Keith filmed and photographed everything, sometimes requesting one of them redo something, or change position so it could be photographed or filmed from a different angle.

Mike stepped back and admired my helpless figure. “Fuck, that looks intense. How’s it feel in there?”

“Gnnng!” Was the only sound I could make with the steel mask and helmet tightly encasing my head and a silicone cock filling my mouth. It felt astonishingly arousing to be this firmly and this helplessly restrained. Everything was rigid, there was no ‘give’ anywhere. Reg had thought this through very carefully. My legs were not only attached the the frame by my ankles and thighs, but the cuffs themselves were attached to calliper-like braces, and my waist was firmly clamped to rigid supports from side to side and to the leg braces. My arms were also secured to rigid braces attached to the uprights at shoulder height, and a further band secured my chest to the cross bar supporting the arm cuffs and one half of the helmet. Then there was the large and detailed dildo now impaling my anus, and the rigid outer tube of the milking device imprisoning my now rigid cock and a small detail I’d missed — a heavy weighted cuff dragging my balls downward.

I heard the others laugh, and then Keith was directing them into the positions and poses he wanted. Without warning the milking started, and then the vibrator joined in. I writhed in my prison, moaning and making animal grunts and snorts while hands teased my rubber covered nipples, fondled my butt and played with my weighted balls. It was heaven, it was hell, and I’d agreed with Mike that there would be no safe words, and no release until the shoot was complete.

I felt my cock explode, but that gave no relief, the milking went on, and on, and on …

“Easy does it. Okay, sit him down over here.” My head swimming, I submitted to being helped to sit, only vaguely aware of being free of the restraints. “Here, Pete, drink this.” 

Mike held a glass to my mouth, and I managed to drink. “Thanks,” I croaked. “Was it what you guys wanted?”

Mike glanced at the others, then leaned down and kissed me. “Better. Way beyond anything.”

I grinned. “Good.” I gripped Mike’s rubber sheathed cock with my hand. “Now you’re all going to fuck me, right now, right here, and one after the other.” I looked round. “In the sling! And when I’ve got my breath back, I’m going to fuck all three of you.”

Mike laughed. “I told you guys — he’s insatiable. Let’s get him in the sling.”

“Beat you to it,” I said, turning and easing myself onto the rubber sling. “Who’s first?”

Mike glanced at the others. “Go on, Keith, he’s all yours for this one.”

I glanced at Keith’s gorgeous cock, stiffly erect despite his obvious nerves. “Go for it, Keith. Take your time, enjoy it and give me a good dose.”

He licked his lips. “Thanks, Connor …”

He knew what he was doing with his cock. And he gave me a damn good fuck. His control was excellent, and so was his pace, but his cumshot was better. Reg followed, and like Keith knew how to please. Finally Mike took over.

I grinned as he slipped into my now well lubed and cum filled hole. “Welcome home, big guy. Enjoy yourself?”

He smiled. “Oh, yes. And you my love?”

I gripped his forearms and wrapped my legs around his waist. “You bet. Now remind me again — how you send me wild when you fuck me like this.”

Going through the images Keith had prepared a week later with Mike, I smiled. The kid really did have talent. He’d turned our photo shoot into a work of art that had us reliving it. “These are outstanding,” Mike remarked. “Trouble is …”

I grinned. “I know. I’m feeling the same.” I walked round to where he sat, knelt down and reached for his shorts. “I think we both need a little relief …”

He raised himself enough for me to slip his shorts down, releasing his eager cock. I was still freeing them from his feet when my mouth engulfed his cock and I started work on him, my own tool leaking precum and still trapped in my jockstrap.

“Stop, my love,” He gasped. “I want some of you too — don’t be greedy …” He eased himself free, grabbed me and wrestled me to the floor. My jockstrap joined his shorts as he positioned himself to give my erection his attention. “That’s better …”

We took our time, enjoying our passion, and savouring the sensations we gave each other until, almost by mutual agreement, we both let our cum fill our mouths. Spent, we moved to be face to face again, our kisses tasting of semen, as we shared our pleasure. 

For some time we lay in our embrace, and my mind drifted back to the first time we’d made love. The moment I’d opened the door to a manhole dead from the cold, a man who’d had a narrow escape from death, and a man who was now my partner, my lover, my life. Gently I moved against him, my mouth seeking his, and my hand finding his hardening cock.

“Any regrets, Mr Parker?”

“Does it feel like it, Mr Wilson-Parker?”

I swung myself astride him, my hand guiding his now hardened cock to my entrance. “I’ll tell you in a moment, sir.” His cock entered me. “No, no, I don’t sense any regret, Mr Parker. None at all!”

He gripped my long erection, and pulled it to where he could apply his tongue to my cock head. “Then there’s your answer — and I got the best of all worlds.” He kissed my slit. “I think I’ve got the only lover that can take my cock into his manhole and still let me suck his cock at the same time.”

I laughed, riding his cock. “Nope, I think I win on that one.”

“Mmm, perhaps. And perhaps we should visit Reg and Keith again sometime.”

I savoured the feel of his cock in my butt, and his mouth on my glans. “Mmm, yes. Yes, I think Connor O’Malley needs to spend some time in the torture rig soon. Perhaps with some modifications so his torturers can fuck him at both ends while he’s milked …”

Mike didn’t reply, he was too busy enjoying giving me head and fucking me. But he heard my suggestion, and loved it. I knew that from the way his cock twitched inside me. Yup, I’d have to get busy designing a new way to be restrained so they could enjoy me, but now …