Switching Roles
Cedric and Ivar were waiting when Grant and I came up from dinner, both wearing broad grins under their hoods, and proudly presenting their steel caged genitals as they took our evening jackets. Grant laughed as Ivar asked what outfit we wished to use.
“After our game this afternoon, I suspect my beloved will want his revenge.” Kissing my cheek he added, “And I surrender myself to it.”
“No, my love.” Laughing, I slapped his rubber covered butt. “Tonight, I think our valet’s deserve a treat for the care they take of us.” Turning to Cedric, and still holding Grant’s hand, I said, “Your call, Cedric, Ivar. You guys have really spoiled us these last few weeks, so we’ll take the lead from you. What would you guys really enjoy?”
Exchanging glances, Ivar spoke first, taking Cedric’s hand as he said, softly, “If you please, sirs … would you treat us as if we are your prisoners tonight? As you would if you were kidnapping us for …”
“Our prisoners?” Grant paused, glancing at me. “You want us to act out kidnapping you?”
“Yes, Mr Grant.” Cedric smiled as he slipped his free arm around Ivar. “If you gag and cuff us, then take your pleasure …” Kissing Ivar he finished, “It’s our fantasy. To be completely dominated by you and entirely in your control.”
“Then we’ll do it.” To Grant I said, grasping Cedric’s arm, “Hold Ivar while I compel this delicious piece to give me some arm binders and special gags.”
Grant didn’t need a second instruction. Enfolding the laughing Ivar in his arms, he gripped Ivar’s caged member firmly, growling, “Don’t resist your fate …”
“Oh, sir … please don’t … I’m an innocent boy …” Ivar squeaked, the effect rather spoiled by his giggling.
In my dressing room, Cedric produced a pair of heavy upper body harnesses and a pair of muzzle pipe gags.
“These will secure our arms, sir.” His grin lit up the room. “And thank you, sir, for indulging us. May I role play as Ivar is?”
“Of course, you may, Cedric.” Securing one of the harnesses on his body, I quickly fastened his arms to his sides and his wrists to a pair of thigh cuffs. Kissing him I put the muzzle into position and secured it. “If I was a suspicious man, I’d say you two have been planning this for a while,” I said, teasing his butt and discovering that he’d given himself a good dose of lube. “But I like it. Ready?”
He nodded, and I gripped his neck and propelled him back to where Grant held Ivar who pretended to be struggling, though both of them were grinning and laughing.
Pushing Cedric into a chair, I ordered him to stay seated and advanced on Ivar. “Hold him while I fit his restraint!” I said, amused by Ivar’s giggling pleas for ‘mercy’. His ‘struggling’ had him in the harness even faster than I’d managed getting it onto Cedric, and the muzzle was the same.
“Time to make them ours, my love?” I said as we positioned the pair on our bed. I suspected they’d given their cocks a good coating of the deadening cream, so planned to enjoy their erections and keep them guessing. “Secure their legs so they can’t escape their fate. We’ll use those heavy spreader bars I think.”
“The very thing.” Grant fetched the heavy steel ankle sets we’d seen, but not yet used. Locking these to their ankles while they gargled and play protested through their gags, we stood back and admired our handiwork. “Shall we remove those beautiful chastity devices they wear?” Grant was enjoying the role play. “I want to play with this one’s gorgeous manhood … perhaps even allow him to enjoy my attentions to it.”
“Good idea.” Joining the role play, I continued, “I want to see what mine is attempting to withhold from me, before I make him my toy boy …”
It didn’t take long to remove the steel briefs and free their beautiful members.
“Don’t they look so gorgeously helpless like this, my love?” I teased, kissing Grant.
“And so eager to have us enjoy them,” Grant retorted, laughing.
“Then let’s get started,” I replied, grasping Cedric’s rigid member and giving it a gentle massage. He really is equipped with a beautiful penis, long straight, a good thickness and circumcised so that the beautifully formed ‘head’ is always on display. I gave it my full attention, taking my time, gently exploring, seeking his pleasure triggers, enjoying the smooth hairless skin of his crotch, his scrotum and his perineum.
He’d dosed himself with the numbing cream, but clearly knew how to give enough to delay his release, yet still enjoy every moment of my attention. Nor did I neglect feeding him my own member through the gag, and eventually, filling his hole with my cum. Only then did I succeed in bringing him to a climax and sucking down his rich creamy cum.
Releasing his ankles. I then removed the muzzle and would have removed the harness as well.
“Thank you, Master,” he whispered. “Please leave me restrained for the night, sir, so I can be enjoyed by you again in the morning.”
Glancing at where Grant lay holding Ivar, also still restrained, I smiled.
“If that’s your wish.” Laying myself next to Grant, I kissed him as he turned his face to mine and nibbled his ear. “Happy, my love? I never expected anything like this.”
“Nor did I, but I’ve never been as happy as this in my life.” Returning the kiss, he smiled. “Pierre warned me that we’d find ourselves developing what he calls the ‘Fontlebois Libido’. Everyone here does after a few days and I think I like it …”
Pulling Cedric into my other arm, I chuckled as my valet-squire snuggled into the embrace, his now slack penis resting on my thigh. “I think I do too …”
Across Grant’s body, Ivar rested his head on his master’s shoulder and smiled happily.
The bondage suit Cedric had laid out for me for the orgy was both awesome and exciting. It was in three parts and boasted more zips, straps, overlacing and cuffs than I’d thought possible. There were D-rings on the cuffs, at reinforced points on the body and the legs, even at the shoulders and on the hood, which evidently would severely limit my view and restrict my hearing.
Cedric wore a hood of maroon rubber, matching knee length boots, and a pair of Bermuda style shorts composed entirely of straps with a heavy codpiece at the front, a collar on his neck and gauntlet style cuffs on his forearms.
“Very nice, Cedric. Your orgy outfit?”
“One of them, sir.” He smiled, taking my dressing gown. I’d fully shaved and applied plenty of lubricant to my body, and he nodded approval. “If you wish, sir, in future I can shave you. I find it far easier to have Ivar shave my intimate areas.”
I thought of the tricky business of trying to shave the less accessible areas.
“I shall take advantage of that offer in future.” Indicating the pile of rubber, I asked, “Where do we start?”
“The trousers go on first, sir, then the hood, and finally the jacket. The trousers are joined to the jacket by a zip, then these buckle straps and the laces over the zip. The same applies to the hood. It zips to the jacket collar, and the zip is then covered by this collar,” Cedric explained. “Once it is fully secured,” he grinned, “and the accessories are fitted, you will be completely helpless, sir and fully under the control of those who wish to play with you.” He paused. “May I suggest, since Mr Grant will be wearing an identical suit, that you assign control of your person to someone for the evening?”
“Sounds sensible, Cedric.” Thinking for a moment, I asked, “Will you be attending the orgy?”
“Oh yes, sir.” He smiled as he eased the trouser part of the suit up my legs. The thick rubber had little ‘give’ and was a tight fit. “Ivar and I enjoy submitting to the pleasure of a group grope.”
“Group Grope?” That made me laugh as he fastened the high waist band just below my ribs. My cock and balls remained accessible, now dangling through a reinforced opening, and a heavy zip pressed against my opening between my butt cheeks. I’d voided and cleansed myself internally very thoroughly and my rectum was now full of a lubricating gel. “Good name for it by the sounds of it. Okay, since you’ll be there … Cedric, I want you to have full control of me for the night.”
“Thank you, sir. You honour me.” Holding the hood, ready to fit to my head, he smiled. “It will be a pleasure to do this for you, sir.”
“I hope so, Cedric,” I recalled the pleasure of his fucking me the previous night as Grant had fucked him and Ivar fucked Grant, and grinned. My valet gave an incredible fuck. “And I look forward to your taking your pleasure.”
The hood encased my head. I’d guessed right, my hearing was now very limited, and my vision restricted to a pair of pinhole openings. Drawing the rear zip closed, he laced the hood to a tight fit, then fasten the buckle straps over the laces. My mouth was now the only part of my face visible, and framed by a circular opening. Faintly I heard, Cedric instruct me to bend over the table and obeyed. I felt the rear zip open, then the tip of a conical butt plug pressed to my opening. I grunted as the thing was pushed fully into me, and the zip closed. My cock, semi hard throughout this process, now went rigid …
Standing again, I submitted to his fitting the jacket, the closed sleeves encasing my hands in flat mitts. As he fastened the jacket to the trousers, and then the hood to the neck of the jacket and fixed the collar, it brought home to me just how helpless I now was. Nor was this the finish. He applied a thick coating of clear gel to my erection, and I gasped as all feeling in it vanished.
“I’ve applied some of the numbing gel, sir.” He chuckled. “I believe you and Mr Grant ave discovered how effective it is in increasing your pleasure?”
My cock, now rigid, was now dead. I could feel nothing, exactly as I’d experienced in the Grotto with Grant. I knew that for the next few hours, no matter what stimulation I received, any sort of ejaculation would not happen.
“Oh gods … that’ll be torture.” I groaned.
“It is a bondage orgy, sir. Can’t let you able to shoot a load too soon, now can we?” Deftly he fitted a heavy cock and ball cage to my cock and balls. With them now in the heavy wire cock and ball cage, he fastened my arms across my front in the style of a strait jacket.
“Would you like to greet Mr Grant before I fit your muzzle, sir?” I heard faintly.
“Yes, please.” I managed.
Guiding me carefully, he steered me into the bedroom and left me standing facing Grant’s dressing room door. A moment later Ivar guided my beloved Grant, now encased in an identical suit to mine, into the room. Our valets moved us together, and I heard Cedric say, “One last kiss, sirs, before your total submission …”
Awkwardly we came together and our mouths met. We both had the same idea, and our tongues entwined.
As we parted, I managed to say, “I love you, my darling.” His lips moved, and I lip read, his response.
“Time for your muzzles!” Cedric said. “”For the next six hours, gentlemen, you are simply sex objects for the pleasure of whoever wins the use of you.”
The muzzles covered the lower half of our faces before I could respond. The walk to the old stable block was excruciatingly stimulating. We were greeted by applause and cat calls as we crossed the stable yard and I felt my libido surge at the sight of all these gorgeous harnessed, or rubber clad bodies, all clearly as aroused as I was.
Grant and I were not the only people in bondage suits, and there were other outfits indicating ‘status’ as Tops or Bottoms as well. The atmosphere was electric — sexually supercharged — as Cedric steered me to one of the empty horse stalls. At it’s centre stood a padded table, and mounted on the dividing walls was a range of ‘toys’. Leading me to the rear wall, he had me sit on a tall stool, then attached chains to my ankles and another to the collar I wore.
Leaning close to the padded area over my ear, he said, “I shall provide you with refreshment at regular intervals, sir.” His lips touched, the rubber at my forehead, and I heard him say, “You look beautiful like this, my beloved Master. Enjoy your surrender …”
With that he was gone, leaving me with the memory of the tenderness of his care whenever he dressed me of attended me after a shower or bath. Grant was my beloved partner, husband, lover, but Ivar and Cedric — themselves partnered to each other — had made it clear that they were also partnered to us, always submissive, and fantastic in bed. My reverie was interrupted by the arrival of a huge muscular man and two smaller individuals, all in body harnesses and hoods.
The leader’s body was a riot of colourful tattoos, even his heavy penis being covered in ink, the shaft black with an intricate design, the ‘head’ a solid scarlet. I recognised him instantly as the Park Keeper and his assistants. I rapidly discovered that they had some creative ideas and I found myself face down over the padded table and secured in that position. With my muzzle removed my mouth was filled by each cock in succession, while my plug was extracted and my anus got fingered, and a variety of toys inserted and used to stimulate me.
They were expert, knowing just how to use my mouth to maximise their pleasure, without releasing their cum. The Park Keeper’s tattooed member was a real monster, circumcised, and the head long and shapely, a real mouthful. Then they repositioned themselves. The Park Keeper taking his position behind me as one of his assistants put his cock to my lips and his companion entered him from behind.
My mouth opened wide as the Park Keeper stretched my muscle, and his assistant’s rigid member was rammed into my open mouth. They weren’t in any hurry, but my mouth and butt filled with what felt like gallons of cum at more or less the same time. I was still getting my breath back when the muzzle covered my face and a plug filled my butt and I was returned to the stool.
The trio stood for a moment in front of me, then one by one, gripped my shoulder’s and kissed my rubber covered forehead. Then the Park Keeper dropped to one knee infant of me.
“We, your Park Keepers, pledge ourselves to you, sir, the true Heir and our Master.” With that they left.
Cedric entered looking happy, carrying a drinking flask, his codpiece deforming around an erection.
“Had a good session, sir?” He asked removing the muzzle. “I’ve brought you a reviving drink.”
“How’s Grant?” I managed.
“He’s enjoying a good workout, sir.” Holding the flask to my mouth, he asked, “A drink?”
“In a moment, first feed me your cock, Cedric. It looks like you need a little relief.”
