Pete's Story

The taxi ride from the restaurant to the penthouse took less than fifteen minutes, and when he got there, Toby realised that he had been staring mindlessly out of the window as the night-time city passed by. He walked into the main reception area and poured himself a large whiskey drinking half of it in one mouthful. Crossing to the floor to ceiling panoramic glass windows he stood and looked out over Westminster, Tower Bridge and the Thames. To anyone looking in, Lord Tobias William Haverstock, Seventh Earl of Maidenhead, had it all. A beautiful wife and two adorable daughters. Wealth, position, success. Respect from his peers. Recognition from a large section of the general population for the good works his Foundation did with the homeless and destitute in the inner cities. His reputation for honesty and sound business acumen was world wide. And yet those who knew him well, who were close to him, knew there was a sadness in him. A loneliness that he was desperate to dispel.

Toby was generous to a fault to those he loved and considered ‘family’. He needed to be surrounded by a small unit of people he could depend on and trust. He had spent years assembling his team, his Squad - a term he borrowed from his days as a colonel in the British Army. Some of his Squad, people such as Marvin, were ex-soldiers he had adopted and developed as they re-entered civi-street. All were devoted to him, and all knew that the day Pete found a new life partner and announced it to the world, a part of Toby would shrivel and die.

The first person to see just how important the young man had become to him, was Liz, Toby’s wife. They had been married for almost twenty years, and had known each other for another ten before that. Their families had been close, and they had spent a great deal of time together as children, had grown up together. Liz had been the one Toby had first spoken to about his confusion when it came to boys and girls. They had both been fifteen and had recently started to have feelings for each other that both realised were more than platonic. On a sunny Sunday afternoon, secluded in the ornate Victorian Boat House on her father’s estate, Liz had happily been exploring Toby’s rapidly developing teenage body, noting that his muscles were bigger, stronger and more defined than they had been during the Christmas break when she had last seen him shirtless. She also couldn’t help but notice that the bulge at his crotch was bigger than when they had last been together. ‘Are you annoyed that I won’t do it yet Toby?’

‘No, honest. I don’t want to get you into trouble. Besides, this is nice. I like you touching me. I can always get sex.’ He laughed, then abruptly realised what he had said and sat up. ‘What I mean is, I could always get sex if I wanted to.’

‘No, that’s not what you meant at all Toby.’ Liz didn’t quite glare at him, but he knew he wasn’t fooling her. He felt himself blush. ‘Tell me.’ He looked away, embarrassed. ‘Come on Toby, we don’t have secrets.’ Toby took a deep breath but could still not bring himself to speak. ‘You’re obviously getting sex somewhere. Yes?’ Still refusing to look at her, he nodded.

‘Yes,’ it was almost a squeak.

Liz thought it through. It had to be while he was at school, as they had only just got home for the holidays. A teacher? No, as far as she knew they were all men. One of the service staff? Possible she supposed, but knowing Toby she doubted he would take advantage of someone like that. So who did that leave? ‘Oh. What’s his name?’

‘What? How did…..?’

‘Well when you think about it Toby it’s pretty obvious. You’re at an all boys school. All your teachers are men, and whilst I’m sure you have female staff in the kitchens and so on, that wouldn’t be your style. So who else could it be?’

Toby stared open mouthed. Liz was being so calm. She didn’t seem to be in the least bit surprised or upset. He didn’t know what to say. A rare occurrence in itself! ‘But. What. It….you don’t mind?’

‘Why should I mind? Oh come along Toby. You know what mummy has always told me, sex is just sex and should be fun. Making love is completely different. Do you make love with this boy?’

‘No. No of course not. We just, well….you know.’

‘Well no actually I don’t, and I’m not altogether sure I want to. Not that I have anything against it. Uncle Allen is a queer and mummy and daddy won’t hear a word against him, or his friend Roger.’

Several minutes passed. Toby felt Liz’s eyes on him. ‘What?’

‘Do you like boys?’

‘What do you mean?’

‘Well when I stroke you like today, and we kiss and things, your penis gets hard…’

‘LIZ!’

‘Well it does.’

‘It’s not the same. It’s a physical thing with Charlie. That’s the boy at school I do it with. We share a room now. We’re not in dorms any more, well you know that. There’s supposed to be three in a room, but our form is one short so there’s only the two of us. One night he caught me, you know…?’

‘You know what?’

’Liz…… Come on. You know. Rubbing it.’

‘Oh wanking.’

‘God you can be so crude sometimes.’

‘Well that’s what it is isn’t it?’

‘Yes but. Oh never mind. Any way, he caught me, and the next thing I knew he was doing it with me and it sort of went from there.’

‘And now you’re having sex with him.’ A statement not a question.

Over the years, Toby’s physical attraction to men was something they had both accepted as part of his personality, recognising that if he had tried to suppress it he would have caused himself psychological damage. Liz knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that a man would never be a threat and would never come between them, but at the same time, was sensible enough to accept that if she wanted Toby as a lifetime partner she would have to take him as he was and not try to change him. In their early years his tendency to disappear for days on end with a pretty boy who had turned his head caused problems between them, but with patience and above all love and communication, they overcame them, and their union was strong. They understood, trusted and above all loved each other. They were true soul mates and a formidable team not to be crossed.

Standing at the window looking at central London lit up before him, Toby chuckled at the memory. The conversation summed up his relationship with Liz. She was a no nonsense woman, who took no crap from anyone. Their daughters were just like her. She was also the most beautiful woman he knew, even after twenty years of marriage she still took his breath away. Their love for one another was unshakable. Many had tried to come between them and failed. Their understanding of each other was deep and trusting. And each could be brutally honest with the other when the situation called for it.

As she entered the room and saw her husband staring into the distance, shoulders uncharacteristically slumped, Liz knew immediately what had happened. Marvin had told her some weeks ago about Pete’s love for Mike, and she had taken Pete to lunch the previous week to talk to him about it.

‘You know it will break Toby’s heart don’t you?’ She took Pete’s hand in hers across the table. He had tears forming in his eyes. She was well aware the two men had deep feelings for each other. Pete nodded.

‘I do love him Liz. I’ve never hidden that from you. But he’s your husband. He will never be my partner no matter how much he loves me. And that’s ok, I’ve always known that.’ Anguish was writ clear across his face. ‘I love Mike like I did….’

‘Like Stuart.’ She finished the sentence he couldn’t. Now she took both of his hands in hers. ‘He’ll understand. He always knew this day would come. And it’s not as though you’re going to walk away and never see him again is it? He just won’t be able to fuck you any more….’

‘Lizzzzz’ he hissed. Liz laughed, loudly. Pete couldn’t help but smile. ‘You are terrible.’

‘That’s why you love me Pete.’

‘Yes’ he said, ‘I do. We’re both lucky to have you.’

‘Yes you are.’ She drank the last of her coffee. ‘So when are you going to officially tell him?’ Pete looked at her quizzically. ‘About Mike dummy.’

‘Oh that. What do you mean officially?’

‘Oh come on Pete. You don’t honestly believe that he doesn’t know about him do you? Get your head out of the sand boy.’

She had been looking for an opportunity to speak to Toby since her lunch with Pete and was annoyed with herself that she had failed to do so before he had decided to force the issue by descending on the bar that evening. As usual, Marvin had given her the heads up, and now here she was to pick up the pieces. She walked over to her husband and slipped her arm through his. He covered her hand with his free one and tenderly kissed the top of her head. They stood in companionable silence watching the city move around them, taking strength from one another.

Finally, Toby spoke. ‘They look so happy together Liz.’ She remained silent, hugging his arm a little tighter. Toby walked to the table with the whiskey and poured two glasses. He returned to the window, handed a glass to Liz. ‘He deserves to be happy doesn’t he? He’s had enough crap thrown at him God knows.’ He looked at his beautiful, understanding wife and a single tear ran down his cheek. Liz reached up and caught it on her finger.

‘You need to be his Dad now, he needs you more as that than he ever did for anything else. He needs to know you still love him and that you approve of his choice. You need to let him know that no matter what, you’ll always be here. His friend.’ She kissed him. ‘He wants a Dad, you want a son. Talk to him. You’ll both be fine. And make sure you include Mike. Start with Christmas, see what they want to do. Ask them if they’d like to join us, Marvin could drive them. Take it slowly. You know how.’

Toby nodded and smiled. ‘Clever girl. Can I please take you to bed and make love to you?’

‘I thought you’d never ask.’ They melded as one, as only two people long in love are able to do, and Liz knew her man would repair and that he would keep Pete in his life.

………………………………….

After leaving the darkroom and retrieving their shirts, Marvin followed Chris back upstairs to his office, where the club owner pressed a recessed button in the wall that Marvin had not noticed before. An almost invisible door swung open into the room revealing another, darkened room beyond. ‘Before we go in to my chamber, we both need to be clear what the rules and boundaries are. Firstly, it is my chamber and I am in charge. You will refer to me as Sir at all times, and you will not question my orders. Is that clear soldier?’

Marvin hesitated. Did he want this tonight? It had been some time since he had succumbed to his need to be subjugated. To bow down before a man much weaker physically and probably mentally than he. And yet he was excited at the prospect. He decided he needed to set some rules himself. ‘We hardly know each other Chris. This sort of thing should only happen between people who have total trust in each other. Why would I put myself at risk? However much I might want to?’

‘The restraints I use have quick release mechanisms built in that you control. If at any time you feel threatened or at risk you can free your hands in seconds. However, I am very good at this, and I promise you that you will not want to escape from me. I studied you as you watched downstairs. You don’t just want this Marvin you need it. We both know that only a man can take what you saw in the darkroom. A man like you.’

‘Okay, Sir.’ Marvin snapped to attention, making Chris jump.

‘Good. Our safe word is Red. Is that clear soldier? If at any time you want me to stop, you will shout Red.’

‘Sir. Yes sir.’

‘When we are in the chamber you will at all times look at the floor. You will not look at me. Understood soldier?’

‘Sir. Yes sir.’

‘You will now enter the room, remove all your clothes, including your shoes and go and stand by the vaulting horse.’

‘Sir. Yes sir.’ Keeping his eyes on the floor Marvin walked into the room, quickly looking up and round to locate the vaulting horse. He removed all his clothes, piling them against the wall by the door. Standing naked, his muscles taught, his penis half hard, he made Chris’s blood stir. Fuck he’s hot, he thought. Marvin went and stood by the vaulting horse.

Chris crossed to a shelf and picked up several items. He had changed into a leather harness, chaps, jock-strap, boots, cap and waistcoat. Everything about him screamed power-top. He brought the objects over to where his slave was standing and placed all but one of them on a table close to their position. The item he kept hold of was a leather collar. He reached up and fastened it around Marvin’s neck. ‘You belong to me now soldier. Got that?’ Marvin nodded, knowing he would be punished for not giving the correct response. His Masters hand whipped across his face, smacking his cheek a stinging blow. Marvin took a surprised step back. ‘Got that soldier?’

‘Yes sir.’ Master went to the table returning with a leather jock-strap. The cup had a hole in it for the cock to be pulled through.

‘Put this on, properly.’

‘Yes sir.’ Slave stepped into the strap, it was at least a size too small. Master had chosen it on purpose. Marvin’s balls oozed out of each side of the stiff leather cup, and his cock was squeezed painfully through the hole designed for it. Marvin experienced the first twinge of fear combined with excitement. An erection would be painful for him in the too small jock-strap. Deliciously, screamingly painful. His cock began to engorge as he thought about it sending jolts of agony through his groin as his member strained against the constraints placed on it. Sweat broke out on his brow.

Master reached out and gently stroked the growing cock. Slave groaned. Master fluttered his fingers along the now alarmingly hard fuck stick. Slave sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and bit down on it. ‘This is too big for this jock isn’t it slave?’

‘Yes sir.’ Master wrapped his hand round the throbbing cock and slowly squeezed, forcing the blood out of the thick stem. Marvin cried out, but continued to look at the floor, refusing to ask him to stop. Master released his grip allowing the blood to flow back in and the slave’s tool to re-inflate. He again gently teased it, then tortuously squeezed it. Back and forth the erection was allowed to go until Marvin was gasping for breath, his body covered in sweat. Suddenly Master stood back, turned to the table and picked up a pair of scissors. Marvin didn’t see them until they came into view approaching his cock. He fought back his natural urge to send the man holding them flying across the room, gritting his teeth. His left leg began to shake with the effort he was expending. ‘Remember slave, I am not here to damage you. I am here to test and break you.’ Hearing his Masters reassurance, Marvin relaxed a little, but his eyes were fixed on the sharp blades now resting on the side of his rod. Master took hold of slaves rigid member and lifted it up, pressing it against his sweating, heaving stomach. The scissors were no longer visible to Marvin, as he felt them pressing against his taint. He felt them move, then suddenly, the pressure at the base of his aching, burning dick was released as Master cut the jock-strap away from it. Blood, trapped by the restriction so instantly removed, rushed through tortured veins. Marvin screamed in agony and felt himself fall to his knees. Master supported him in his arms, and as his breathing returned to normal, helped him back to his feet. ‘Are you able to continue slave?’

‘Yes please sir.’ Answered Marvin in a wavering voice. Slowly he brought himself back to stand to full attention again, but with eyes firmly looking at the floor.

‘Good soldier. Good.’ Chris was impressed at the resilience of the Greek god in front of him. Having established his dominance, he decided it was time to allow Marvin some pleasure, while maintaining pain as part of his sexual gratification. ‘You will mount the horse and lay on it lengthways on your stomach, with your head at one end, and your legs hanging off the other as though you are about to fuck it. Do you understand soldier?’

‘Yes sir.’ Marvin did as instructed. He was exactly the right size for Masters horse. His round, muscular arse was bending over one end while his chin just reached the other. Master took four restraints from the table and secured Marvin to the four legs of the horse. His legs were spread wide, revealing his pink arsebud. Master reached between the straining stomach and the leather top of the horse. Taking a firm hold of slaves cock and balls he pulled them back between his legs so that they hung over the end of the horse. Moving to the other end, he secured Marvin’s hands, one to each of the horse’s legs. Slave was now effectively spread eagled on the vaulting horse, unable to move, with his arse, cock and balls at his Masters mercy.

Master walked around his slave, admiring the near perfect specimen tethered before him. ‘You really are magnificent soldier.’ He ran his hand down Marvin’s back, over the firm mound of his buttock and let his fingers brush against the entrance to his cunt. Slave shuddered as goose bumps covered his body. Master returned to the table and put on a pair of leather gloves. He came back to Marvin with a leather gag which he quickly used to cover his mouth. ‘You can scream and shout all you like slave. No one will hear you.’

He positioned himself beside his slave’s glorious backside and lovingly and covetously ran his leather clad hands over it. He began to knead, stroke, squeeze, pinch and then….SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. Marvin shouted into the gag and struggled against his restraints. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP……… On and on, over and over, Master moved from buttock to buttock, centre to top, edge to bottom, then just as his Slave was beginning to accept the pain and his body was moving from discomfort to enjoyment, Master went for the bulls-eye. He flicked the back of his hand at the centre of slaves pussy, landing a sharp, hard crack right on his puckered pink bud. Marvin convulsed and screamed into his gag. His muscles popped as he tried to rip his arms from their restraints. Master gently ran a finger down the length of slaves exposed anal valley, then crouching down, leaned forward and blew warm air onto the pulsing ring. The scream became a moan, became a gasp of pure pleasure as Master’s mouth took possession of the mancunt quivering in front of him. He thrust his tongue into the moist membrane as far as he could at the same time, sucking slaves cunt lips into his mouth and rubbing his teeth against them. Marvin’s eyes rolled back in their sockets and he pushed his arse back onto his Masters face as much as his restraints would let him.

Then, nothing. Then, CRACK. Another backhander onto his tender cunt lips. Then another. Then another. Then, a leather clad finger, covered in lube began to rub and scratch and massage and press and push and then…’Arghhhhhhhh’, slave bucked and convulsed as the finger drove into him up to the knuckle. Master began to turn the finger this way then that. Flicking it one way then the other, working the tight entrance, making it relax. Then two fingers, then three. Then one finger from each hand. Then two pulling the hole wider and wider. All the time, the fingers were fucking in and out. Slave couldn’t see it, but he knew his cock was dripping. Knew it was as hard as it had ever been.

Master withdrew his fingers and ceased all activity. Slave lay there, unable to move or to see what was happening. He could hear that his Master was doing something on the table but it was out of his line of sight. He felt the stirrings of panic. What was happening? What was Master going to do next? What……..’Unghhhhhh.’ Something smooth and thick was being pressed against his well worked ring. Master had chosen a particular favourite of his. It was an eight inch long, expanding dildo. Thinner at the tip than the base, the longest any slave had lasted before begging to be allowed to cum was fifteen minutes. He knew from the amount of cum leaking from his dick that Marvin was wound as tight as a clock spring, so his expectation was that he would not last long. He pushed the lube covered dildo into his slave slowly and steadily. The deeper it went, the more it stretched Marvin’s tight sphincter. Deeper and wider, deeper and wider until all eight inches were buried to the rubber balls in the confused slave. Marvin was confused because try as he might, he couldn’t seem to adapt his arse to the dildo. For some reason, unlike every other time his arse had been fucked, every time he tried to relax around the girth entering him it got thicker. It felt like a wedge was being forced into him. Then he felt the base touch his balls. At last he was able to concentrate on accommodating the toy stretching him so wide. Master held the dildo still for a few minutes, watching his slave beginning to relax around it. Then in one swift motion he withdrew it to the tip and thrust it back in to the balls. Marvin bellowed and fought harder than ever against the leather straps holding him in place. Master repeated the action, again and again, until his slave was groaning with sexual delight, almost overcome by the sensations wracking his body every time the dildo hit against his prostate.

Master stopped all movement of the dildo once again. His slave was panting. His body was heaving, covered in glistening sweat. His muscles popped and twitched uncontrollably. He was groaning in ecstasy. But he still showed no signs of submission. Master removed the gag and allowed his slave a drink of bottled water. ‘Do you want me to let you come yet soldier?’

‘Yes sir.’ The slave said quietly. Master noted that there was no hint that he was begging. He held up a small remote control. Showing it to his slave, he explained what it was for.

‘The dildo in your cunt expands to almost double the size it currently is soldier.’ Marvin looked up at him in disbelief. ‘It will also thrust.’ Marvin’s head fell back onto the horse with a groan, almost of despair. ‘This unit controls how thick it gets and how fast it thrusts. Let me show you.’ He pressed a button and immediately slave felt the hard lump lodged in his channel start to vibrate and to thrust into then withdraw from his gut. In – back – in – back and so on. Like some obscene metronome. So far it wasn’t unpleasant. ‘You like that don’t you? Let’s see how much you like this.’ He pressed another button on the remote. At first slave felt no difference, but gradually, imperceptibly, he began to notice more discomfort each time the dildo thrust forward. The discomfort began to edge towards pain. It was slowly expanding, stretching his rose bud wider and wider. Burning, stinging, and yet the regular, unending thrust against his prostate converted the pain to a confusing pleasure. His cock was forgotten as it drooled semen down the face of the vaulting horse into a pool on the floor. Master increased the speed at which the dildo was thrusting. He knew his slave was at the limit of his arse’s ability to stretch, and was beginning to wonder if he would need to find another way to break the man before him, when suddenly, Marvin began to sob.

‘Please sir, let me cum sir. Please. Can’t take any more sir. Please.’

‘Once you cum soldier you will belong to me whenever we are in this room. You will be my slave. Do you understand soldier?’

‘Yes sir. Please sir. Beg you sir, let me cum sir.’ Master pressed another button on the remote. The dildo returned to its normal size and stopped thrusting. He gently removed it from his slaves arse. He removed his gloves and tenderly caressed Marvin’s buttocks and the sweet valley between. He gently let his fingers trail over the exposed and tender cunt lips, making slave shudder. Leaning forward he kissed then began to lick the bruised ring. Slave was putty in his hands. He could do what ever he wanted. Standing once more, Master pushed his leather jockstrap down and gave his hard penis a few strokes with his hand. He retrieved a condom from the table and rolled it onto his burning tumescence. He smeared lube on himself and positioned the end of his latex clad cock at the entrance to Marvin’s hole. With one confident, unapologetic thrust he took ownership of his soldiers body. He drove into him until his pubic bone was hard against Marvin. His balls were nestled on Marvin’s, so that as he began to fuck him, every time he bottomed out, they slapped against each other.

Slave was in heaven. His Master was fucking him. All the pain had ended, all that remained was the pure bliss of the smooth, hot cock pounding into his tender man-pussy. ‘Ready to come soldier?’

‘Ohhh yes please sir.’ He moaned. Master increased the speed and power with which he was reaming his arse. Slave was writhing, bucking, muscles popping and flexing in sex fuelled delirium. He felt his Master reach round and wrap his hand round his dripping cock. He stroked it in rhythm with his thrusts into his eager cunt. Master battered his arse, slave was crying out due to the ferocity of his Master’s onslaught. Suddenly he crashed against him with one almighty slam, fingers holding him dug deeper a bellow of passion filled the room. Master felt a scalding jet shoot from his core into the condom. Again and again, as he thrust hard and deep with each shot of spunk. His grip on slaves dick, painful as it was when the first blast left Masters cock head, immediately relaxed as he was pulled to joined the climax. He threw his head back as far as he could as rope after rope spat from his almost too hard penis, joining the pre-cum already puddled on the floor.

Master stood, chest heaving, cock still hard, still deep in the gut of his slave. He tenderly, lovingly began to run his finger tips across the powerful back in front of him. The twitching muscles began to relax. He leaned forward and planted gentle kisses on the sweat slicked skin. He heard Marvin sigh all tension leaving his body. His softening dick slowly slid out of Marvin, and once he had disposed of the very full condom, Chris quickly released his soldier and helped him to sit on the floor. He sat with him, arms around him, holding him safe. Marvin rested his head on his shoulder. ‘Thanks Chris, I needed that. Didn’t realise how much.’

‘You’re welcome.’ He kissed Marvin’s forehead. ‘You do know you are fucking awesome don’t you? One hell of a man.’ Marvin quietly chuckled and relaxed further into the man holding him. They sat together until Chris decided it was time for them to shower and sleep. ‘Come on big fella, let’s get you washed and ready for bed.’ He helped Marvin to stand and led him, through another hidden door to a small, but comfortable apartment that he used at the weekends. With just a kitchen/lounge area and a bedroom/en-suite, it was small, but big enough for his needs when he was working at the club. He got Marvin into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once it was warm he stood the exhausted ex-squaddie under the soothing water while he removed his own clothes. Then, with great care and tenderness he washed Marvin using just soap and his hands. He cleaned every nook and cranny, explored every inch of the magnificent man, kissing and licking each body part as he cleaned and rinsed it. Marvin felt the fatigue and stress of the past months wash away. The events in the chamber had been cathartic and he felt renewed, reenergised. As his energy returned, he began to wash Chris, gradually assuming the dominant role he was used to. Chris was happy to acquiesce, after all, he was Master in the chamber. The mutual washing began to lead to kissing and stroking and fondling. ‘Marvin, as nice as this is,’ mumbled Chris between kisses, ‘it’s very late and we both need to sleep.’

‘Spoil sport.’ Marvin playfully pinched the arse cheek he had been washing, again.

‘Ouch. Besides, your arse will not be up to being fucked again tonight.’

‘Who said anything about my arse being fucked?’ And Marvin gently slid a soap slicked finger inside Chris who groaned into the kiss that accompanied it. ‘Let’s get dry, that bed looked really inviting….’