Building a Trefoil
Looking over the design for the first unit I was to build, I drew up a list of the materials I would need. When complete we’d have to reassemble it in the client’s premises. I’d laughed when Dave told me the name of the group it was for—The Hellfire Club. Dave had insisted that he would buy in all the materials, all I had to do was keep a log of the hours I spent on the project. There were three of these triangular units to build, and they weren’t to be light constructions either. When finished they would form a sort of trefoil, with the three occupants heads in a common central compartment.
The actual construction wasn’t that complex, but the fittings and finishings took time. It was ready in my workshop to be tested after two weeks work. Dave studied the finished unit carefully.
“It looks quite comfortable,” he said, standing next to me. “And a really beautiful piece of work. You’ve even finished the bits no one will ever see off beautifully.”
“Thanks.” Laughing, I explained, “It is pretty comfortable—I tested it to make sure the victim won’t be uncomfortable. After all, I might end up in it!”
The ‘bed’ between the two padded, and rubber sheathed, side walls was based on a gynaecological ‘couch’ which left the victim on his or her back, their arms on padded arm rests and their legs parted and raised on shaped and padded rests either side. Cuffs for the ankles, thighs, wrists and upper arm ensured they could not move, and a heavy belt across the waist held the victim firmly on the couch. The final piece was the victim’s head rested on a padded rest inside what would be a ventilated central column which he or she would be sharing with the victims in the other two legs of the trefoil. All three would be unable to see who was at their feet as a neck stock closed over the neck as soon as the person’s head touched the headrest.
Built into the side wall was a dispenser unit to hold ‘wet wipes’ on one side and a lubricant applicator on the other.
“Has it had a full test run?” Dave asked, his grin suggestive.
“Not yet,” I replied. “On my own all I can do is get into it. Damn nearly trapped myself when I triggered the neck stock!” Teasing him, I began to undress. “Okay, Master. Let me demonstrate it. I think I deserve a fucking in it to test the thing properly, don’t you?”
“Minx!” Taking my shirt, Dave moved to the workshop door, changed my sign round to say ‘Out’ and locked the door. “I guess you do deserve it. Want out of your belt?”
“Nope,” I laughed. “Leave it for now, once I’m strapped into this, you can do whatever you like with it.” Stopping as a thought occurred to me. “I better unlock yours so you can fuck me properly, my love.”
“Glad you remembered!” He joked, “These things can’t be unlocked by the wearer—you can’t get the key at the right angle yourself!”
Opening the lock, I dismantled the chastity belt, releasing his beautiful manhood. Standing I kissed him.
“Strap me down, love.” I moved into position and settled, triggering the neck stock. “When the other two sections are built, whoever is in here won’t be able to talk to you.”
“Damn, I see what you mean, love.” Shedding his jeans completely, Dave began to strap me onto the couch. “I hope you’ve built in the safety releases I suggested.”
“I did, love. You supplied the quick release buckles remember. I wouldn’t fit anything else.” These buckles released instantly if the strap was tugged sharply upward against the buckle. “You taught me the importance of safety remember.”
With all the cuffs and the broad waist strap fastened, I was helpless. The neck stock prevented my seeing anything beyond it and the thick rubber covered padding. The scent of the rubber was pretty overwhelming even in this unenclosed state and I grinned as I felt my lover applying a generous amount of lube to my butt hole.
“I think I’m needing a top up on last night’s dose, love,” I quipped. “I need a refill!”
“Just for that, I’m going to let you wait for it.” Laughing he checked the quick release on one of the buckles, then refastened it, and checked the neck stock. “Hmm, this design is ingenious.” He walked round to my head and grinned down at me. “Ah, I see the logic. The three victims will be able to see each other’s faces and hear your responses … two of you this way up and one face down butt up.” Caressing my cheek, he grinned. “That explains something about that harness I built for the customer. One of the guys in this thing will be wearing that, and he’ll be gagged … which means all three are likely to be wearing gags …”
“In that case,” I began. “Shit, that’ll make it even more intense.”
“You bet.” Leaning over, Dave gave me an upside down kiss. “I have to tell you, you are an absolute artist. The client is going to be over the moon—and I’m going to have to try this thing out myself you gorgeous man. Fuck, but I can’t even begin to think of the right words to say what I feel about you …”
“Then don’t keep me in suspense, my darling! Put that gorgeous member of yours into me and show me this thing works as it’s supposed too.”
“Then brace yourself, my love. You’ve more than earned it—and when you’re satisfied, I’m going to swop places with you …”
Being fucked in this position is intense, and I love it. Being completely helpless and able to just relax and enjoy the experience. Dave knows I love it, and knows exactly how to launch me into bliss, and this was more than that. It was the absolute pinnacle of a sexual engagement. For a while after he came, I lay there, my body trembling in the afterglow of the moment, and then he began to release me.
“And now it’s my turn, my absolutely fabulous partner and lover,” Dave whispered as he hugged me. “Strap me in, my love, and give me a dose of your cum.”
He was right, a victim strapped in this position and helpless is beautiful—especially when he’s your lover and really wants you to fill him with your eager member. I gave him a really good fucking and from his comments, he loved it.
Building the next two units took a little less than three weeks. Assembled in the workshop the whole thing was impressive, the external space between the ‘trefoil’ prisons filled by a seat which I’d covered in red rubber—the same grade and colour that formed the padded surfaces on which the victims would be secured. The contrast between the black dividing ‘walls’ and the central triangle was stark. Inside the triangular central tower I’d fitted angled mirrors, so the victims had a view of each other’s faces as they were used by their masters. Dave was impressed with the result.
Naturally we’d ‘test driven’ each of the units as well—in the case of the third unit, which placed the victim face down, his legs spread and his own cock in a milking device—it got three ‘tests’. Dave once, and me, twice.
“I’ve told the client it’s ready. And the final price.” Dave said over supper. “He’ll be here tomorrow at two to see it.” Grinning, he added, “He’s bringing his partner.”
“Will he want to run a trial?”
“Very likely.” Dave paused. “Are you up for a demonstration? Or shall I insist he brings his own demonstrators?”
“What do you think, love?” My doubt showed. Dave has been my only partner. Yes, we play with bondage, and I love it—but that’s built on trust. I know him and trust him, and he knows and trusts me …
“I know him well, Tom. We were briefly at school together—before I ran away from it.” Dave shrugged. “We stayed in touch, and he puts quite a bit of business my way, and I do a bit for him. Some of your restoration work has come from him.” Giving me a smile, he declared, “I trust him on this, but, if you’d rather, I’ll go into the unit and you can be the ‘master’.”
“And let you have all the fun?” Teasing him, I stood, gathered the dirty plates and kissed him on my way to the kitchen. “If you trust him, love, that’s good enough for me.”
Tristan Beauchomley-Storney was a tall slim man with a rather languid manner, his companion, introduced simply as Pierre, was an artist who looked like an athlete. Tristan had a wicked sense of humour, and Pierre matched it. Tristan’s clothes wear neat, expensive looking and tailored. The bulge at his crotch looked good. By contrast Pierre wore a colourful shirt with a leather jacket and ‘skinny jeans that moulded to his legs. The outline of his penis showed through the fabric.
Having explained how I’d constructed their design and the modifications I’d made to make it safer and more comfortable for any long use, I let Dave demonstrate the safety features. They examined the construction carefully, then Pierre asked if he could try the positions. The finished piece included a ventilation fan for the central triangle space and some soft lighting. I’d lined this with what Dave called ‘pussy pink’, but I’d chosen it as it’s a colour psychologists say is very calming. Pierre loved it and Tristan approved much to my relief.
“No problem, Pierre.” Dave replied. “As you are ?”
“Like this?” Pierre shot back. “Non, mon ami! To do that would be to desecrate it.” Turning to Tristan, he asked, “Have I your permission, Sir Tristan? May I beg you to secure me and make use of your servant?”
“Alone, my love?” Tristan smiled, touching Pierre’s hand. “I know you’re eager to try it. Dave? Perhaps you and Tom would join us in a little trial run?”
“Tom?” Dave looked at me.
“Why not?” I replied, sensing that he wanted to, and I wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity for a little fun. “Shall I unlock you?”
“I was going to ask you the same question,” he retorted, then explained to our visitors. “We lock each other into chastity belts whenever we leave our flat or are going to be apart for any reason. It started as a joke, but now … well we just enjoy giving each other control.”
“I think we can release each other today, love.” Pierre was already stripping, so I started as well. “Which unit do you want to install me in?”
“Tris? Your choice. Where would you like to install Pierre first and then Tom and me?”
“You want to be installed as well, Dave?” Rubbing his hands Tristan smiled. I’m going to have a lot of fun I think. Pierre, I think you need to be installed in this one, Dave, in the facedown Unit, Tom, that leaves this one for you.”
This meant installing Pierre in the unit which required his wearing a slave belt with his wrists attached to the belt. Ideally he should have worn the harness Dave had fitted to me as a trial, but that was at Tristan’s ‘club’, so Dave fetched a corset with suitable wrist cuffs that I sometimes wore, and we installed him on his back with his legs raised and secured to the rests. With the neck stock in place his voice was severely muffled, but as I was installed in the second unit, I was able to talk to him directly.
“This is good,” he declared. “The mirror is perfect, we see each other, will know what is happening, but be helpless …” He turned his head slightly as Dave joined us, grinning. “Ah, our companion in suffering joins us.”
“Think Tristan can cope with three victims, Pierre?” He retorted. In his face down position with his body on an upward slope, he could look down into our faces, or rather at the tops of our heads. His expression froze for a moment, then he bit his lip. “Damn, this milker is good …”
I laughed, then gasped as my butt and then my genitals were explored. Inside the triangle we could see nothing of our tormentor, and the sound of our breathing masked, almost completely, any sound from outside.
Pierre let out a small chuckle, his expression one of pure pleasure. “Ah, my dear Trstan. He tortures me!”
Tristan certainly knew how how to keep us all in a torture of anticipation. He moved round us in a random sequence so we couldn’t anticipate his movements. Dave had to struggle to contain himself as the milker varied its speed and stroke, I found myself being treated to some pretty stimulating and intense electro, and then some wonderful ‘head’ rendered by an absolute master of the art who denied me a cum, and then Dave and I could only watch Pierre as he got his reward.
“Aaaah, my beloved Tristan. Only he can fuck me to ecstasy like this,” he gasped, his expression one of complete bliss.
I was the last to be released and my first act was to hug and kiss Dave, then I begged him, “Dave, my beloved, please will you ..?”
“You didn’t let him cum, Tris? Cruel.” Kneeling, he grasped my erection. “My pleasure, darling. Sit on the bench and I’ll do it for you.”
Pierre and Tristan were wrapped in each others arms on the bench on the other side of the unit, as Dave turned his attention to giving me head.
“You’ve created a masterpiece, Tom.” Tristan smiled and held out his hand, as Dave led me to where they sat. “Worth every Euro. In fact I think you’ve undercharged for your work. How soon can it be installed at the Club?”
“It has to be completely dismantled for transport,” I began, that will take a couple of hours, because I built it so it could be done easily. Once all the pieces are loaded—I think it’ll all fit into my van.” Grinning I explained, “It’s a long wheelbase Merc—I can drive it to the club. The reassembly will be a couple of hours work and I’ll need a hand to check that everything is working properly.”
“One volunteer for the testing right here! It is an amazing creation—better even than I envisaged.” Pierre wrapped me in his arms and planted a passionate kiss on my mouth. “You are an artist, my friend! You have created a work of art. Sir Tristan, please may we invite Tom and David to be our guests of honour for the first night we unveil this masterpiece to the members?”
“We’ll do better, Pierre, my dear. We’ll make them Life Members.” Tristan smiled. “Now, if you would like to make yourselves comfortable, I’ll talk to Dave about delivering this marvellous creation.” Kissing Pierre, he added, “Don’t worry, my dear, it will be a sensation and you will enjoy the full experience in it.”
Tristan led Dave to my small ‘office’ carrying his clothes as Pierre turned to me, his erection inviting attention. “I cannot thank you enough, my friend …”
“Then don’t waste that beautiful erection, Pierre. Would you like me too …”
“Is the Pope a Catholic? My friend, it is a pleasure …”
