The Novice
Part 2

by Nigel Kent

Taking a good and heavy gulp I thought it would be a good idea to rapidly change the subject and asked, "So where the hell did this come from? I see you've been hard at work on it one way and another", I indicated by pointing straight at Bruno, "knowing you there's bound to be some fuck'n hell of a yarn in it worth the telling".

He was watching me in earnest, clearly savouring what he was about to tell me as he was slowly working and stretching his foreskin, working on it with some intent, desiring to add more and more inches and with his constant stretching it was indeed happening, he had become foreskin crazed so much so that he wanted his dick-head to be completely enveloped and buried deep inside great volumes of rolling curling sensual skin, heavily bloated and gungey and definitely greasy, constantly grinding black recycled motoroil into his packet and his slaves being ordered to do the same thing, YEAH, definitely heavy and raunchy and as he once described it as being "honest dirt". It was certainly happening and was beginning to make his packet appear to look more brutal and bestial than ever, that was for sure.

I gave another hard thrust of my tool down my slave's throat totally ignoring the incessant gagging sounds, and by the look on Blue’s face I could see that I was about to hear all.

Blue had now shoved his dick into Bruno's head without any ceremony whatsoever and taking hold of his slave's head with a vice-like grip with one hand and slowly fingering the brand with the other, had shoved his tool to it's roots, "Suck on that fuck'n oily tool of mine boy, get it right deep into your throat boy and keep it there, YEAH, that's right boy".

He now aimed his dazzling bright green eyes directly at me, with his dick well and truly hard down deep inside his boy's throat, he began "Well it's like this", and now really settling himself and giving another shove of his dick, he continued.

"Clancy is really getting into it these days and is becoming more and more like one of us and as raunchy as hell. Anyhow he had some of his Sydney leather mates over for a couple of weeks, and quite a party it must’ve been judging by some of the things that he told me, what with the whippings, floggings, brandings, why, they even had a tattooist on hand, and apparently piercings galore, the slavey types out-numbering Masters six to one, anyhow, this here faggot somehow got left behind. As it turns out, he was too much for those city-slickers and was needing a great amount of attention, control and heavyweight treatment", he paused took a swig of his beer and spat some of it straight into Bruno's face.

"Clancy's got this fucking beat up classic, a fuck'n genuine, old, English Norton, a real little beauty", his eyes and thoughts seemed to go far, far away for a moment, "So the bastard thought, well there wasn't much to it. Shit mate, in fact the only thing that was any fucking good, was what was left of the motor, but the rest of it, well, you know what I mean, some bugger has done the thing to death as they say", pausing now to take another swig on his bottle he continued, "Well when I told him the costs, he sort'a came up with this idea of barter, would'ja believe it mate".

The close heat was now beginning to get at me and I threw off my jacket, shit, the sweat was pouring of me and I adjusted my harness, it's chains were slightly biting tight, my tits were now as hard and pronounced like my dick, so I must have looked more than just very surprised and said "No shit, You fuck'n didn't?"

Struth, the sheer fucking idea of the thing, jerking, throbbing spasms shooting thru every last vein in my shaft and I couldn’t resist, giving another good, sharp thrust with my dick, jamming it harder down the boy's throat. His gagging sounds nearing to be almost a nuisance, and Blue continued.

His eyes focused, caught like a rat before an adder, focused good and well on my tits, letting out a sort-of short little whistle of admiration and continued, "YEAH, mate, I sure as hell did, as sure as we have our two dicks rammed to their hilts buried deep like this", and adding, "and your tits looking so fucking horny", then giving his tool an even harder thrust, and he continued, "YEAH mate, that’s right, I bartered for this here little bugger, this fuck'n faggoty property of mine, YEAH, I bought him from Clancy, there's not really much more to it than that mate, tho’ it sure was a pleasure for me to work on that Classy Norton no matter how much it was beat-up, I can tell you".

Changing the subject completely, he directed my attention to a rather heavily constructed table. A table so well spot-lit, a table that appeared to be surrounded by very large mirrors, a table so astonishingly well equipped, rings and S-hooks so strategically placed that it was clearly used on other occassions as a very interesting and heavy rack. Anyhow upon it at this time was a variety of pumping cylinders, pots of grease, greasy rags, an assortment of leather toys and placed almost as if it were a star performer, slap-bang in the middle, a large and impressive and beautifully crafted branding-iron, making full use of my logo on it, which involved the use of the intertwining of the letters 'F-S', a blunt and to the point statement, making no use of any border or frame whatever.

Just looking at this remarkable longed for piece of equipment knotted my balls even harder and a heavy gut level ache pulsed thru every nerve ending of my packet. YEAH, Blue had made me proud. My imagination went soaring as I admired it's cold steel state and an urgent pushing urge and desire to shoot my load of slime deep into my boy's dick-jammed-throat began to take me over. Hard and harder a deep seated throbbing began to grow, my tool red-hot and almost burning, lust jerking, lust throbbing, lust and more lust thrusting, the sheer fucking wonder of the brutality overtaking me.

My dick, now a weapon without respect, hardening and toughening with growing brutality, it's natural power and violence began to become increasingly violent and almost uncontrollable almost as if I were beside myself and I shoved my tool, forcing harder and even more deeper than it had been and my fucking slave’s head began to root on my dick with such suction that I could almost imagine that I should never be able to reclaim my tool back out of that over eager sucking swallowing mouth.

I became almost mesmerized just by watching, sort of as though I was almost perving on the thing, such a wonderful branding-iron as it lay there on that fuck rack of a table among all of those inviting oddments and gear and I started now to let go of myself, freely, totally aware of Blue, that he was not only perving hard on my reactions as well as my hardened sticking-out tits, but he had also started to gyrate his hips and plunge and fuck his dick without removing it from out of Bruno's hungry head, as was I with my boy's fuck-head. NO, not even for an inch.

The creaking of the chairs, sounding much like the cracking of beginner's whips, now cutting across the otherwise stillness of the room spurred us on as we savagely rocked back and forth now almost in unison, our two slave’s heads jammed good and buried deep within our crotches and the relentless deep throated sucking of our fucking, rooting, screwing tools with our respective balls, tight and swollen full, tight as balls of hell-centered fires, tight and full of cum. On this time as we had on so many times in the past, we would shoot together as one man, shooting our loads of spunk-slime and draining our rocks, our lust crazed rocks thru our now thrusting cocks, balling our slaves like two demented lovers, deeply perving and filling our guts with the sheer brutal masculinity of each other's sweating lust crazed bodies and the fucking brilliance of this fucking-sharing-fucking-scene, almost as though we were fucking each other, burying our eyes, transfixed, heavy into each others head, mind fucking and throat pummeling, our tools plunging all the harder, balls loaded, guts loaded, dicks loaded and minds now almost totally out of our control as the first wimperings, harshly whispering guttural groans, issued, groaning out of our mouths, now quietly, now quietly at first, but beginning to lift and you feel it rasping at the ache in your balls, thru the pit of your stomach and your torso reacts and the screaming begins, now ever so slowly it rasps at your throat, the bellowing roar with it's guttural spasms, now takes you off and there's no holding back, the roaring of a man about to let it all go, flinging his slime-load far out of his body, far out of his balls and flings it right out and the shooting begins and travels up-out, with the first belting fling his slime load is flung, flung deep in those throats, those gobbling throats, the first firing wads have shot from their dicks so fucking steel stiff, steel stiff heavy rods, those throbbing steel tools now revving up, more shooting up and shooting out-down-deep, deeper into slaves and now with the bull-roaring screaming, screams of primordial hell, banshees in pain and there's no holding back, far out in the desert where we ruled like no others, with our gut-filling lusts, firing out of our groins, burning our very existence and there would be no end, our shooting was on, and the firing was on, our beast-driven bodies writhing heavy with lust, in that oil soaked air with the firing of our dicks, flaming our balls, draining our balls, our slime saturated rocks and our heavy greasy cocks, with our screamings and wailings petering down to a hoarse whisper, we drained our last drops and then hauled at our tools, yanked at our tools, yanking out our fat dicks out into our light, two fucking fat and heavily swollen tools were now brazen and in sight, while the greedy little faggot slaves gulping for air, their faces both bruised from the pummeling enforced, four men panting deeply now, four men panting deeper than before, two men drained and two men fed, all thinking of more, knowing all too well it would never be enough and would never be ended no matter how much they shoot, they will always want more.

Our senses now stirring, with the pressures of piss, beginning to disturb our bodies and our two dicks, two dicks now like hoses here beginning to piss, torrential floodings now pouring and drenching our slaves, over their bodies and filling their mouths, gurgling, greedy sucking-up mouths, swallowing down, deep down in their throats, washing down our thick and heavy loads, heady male slime-juices with a good drenching pissfull. Our two fucking slaves saturated inside and out. The next time they piss it will be our piss they piss out. The last of the suckings and lickings of dicks, our tools still standing bloated and of course wanting more.

We now stripped off our jeans leaving just our boots, more for protection than image and Blue looking more like a bear than ever, as each time I saw him naked it always seemed to me that more hair was covering the whole of his body than ever before.

What a horny troop we were as we all filed out onto the verandah to have our well earned grub.

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[Four hedonistic booted naked men, some chains, some tattoos and some brand new piercings just emphasizing just how fuck'n lusty they were, clearly devoted to their chosen libertine lives and their innumerable and outrageous perversions.]

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Blue had shown me around all of his improvements and especially the new installation of the very essential solar energy unit that I had advised him about, which certainly made all the difference to our life-styles out here in the outback, ‘down-under‘.

The last three hours had passed by with a great amount of pleasure, the little tour was full of interest, especially what Blue had done with his latrine facilities looking a little like what one would find in many gymnasiums, a long roughly hewn stone pissing trough and a row of shower fawcets on the facing wall, but the hot and heavy sexual conversations over lunch were truly amazing as always, mealtimes were regarded as special and the only times when we always allowed our slaves to voice their opinions and of course they certainly used these opportunities, which was naturally of considerable value and gave to us all quite some rewards.

"I think we had better get these on before we get too aroused, don't you?" I asked as I handed to Blue the much promised large and heavy stainless steel cockring, which paired up with mine, why they might even be considered as some sort of 'Friendship Rings', which was in fact what they are.

We were now once again in the main room and again standing side by side in front of the mirrors, our two slaves had been given their instructions and were now busy cleaning and clearing away this and that, this afforded us some man-to-man quality time.

After some struggle to get them on, what with the pulling and pushing and squirting lots of the black recycled motoroil on our dicks and heavy swinging balls we were both finally able to adjust the rings comfortably around our packets and I couldn't stop myself from saying, "SHIT MAN, your fuck'n weapon, it's really coming on to something, the fuck'n thing just has to be one of the most brutal dicks that I have ever seen", naturally I was thinking this about both of our fuck'n tools, oiled and greasy like this and continuing, I added "and when I look at our two packets there", pointing to our reflections in the glass, "It certainly looks as though we sure know how to use our equipment just look at those two fuckers almost springing to attention, appearing to be sort of suspended in their near-constant semi-stiff state, and now with these extra large rings, at long last, our dicks and balls will be more turgid than ever, I reckon".

It was also the first time that I had tried mine on as I was quite determined to have them as something, like, very personable and although we were both rather enthusiastic TOPS, the love and comradery that we felt for each other was becoming legend.

"You little beauty, mate", Blue said as he took up the oil-gun and squirted again, "Just take a gander at that mate", he said, as he finished adjusting his cockring, now slowly jacking on his tool and grinding, working, black oil into every crease and fold of his dick-flesh shaft and heavy slimed ball sac. "It's sheer fucking perfection mate, certainly well worth that long fucking wait. Bloody hell, and to think that they came all the way down here from Germany, YEAH mate, just look at those two horny fuckers of ours".

The, what just had to be hundreds of pumping sessions together, that we have had already until now, certainly has given us both terrific results and definitely well worth the fuck'n efforts.

Reflected in the mirror were our two hefty packets, Blue's bush of matted tangled pubic hairs trimmed like a hedge, about an inch above his heavy stainless steel cockring contrasted somewhat with my close-cropped hairs, so close that in this light there appeared to be no hair at all and apart from this contrast, our two fucking dicks could have almost been a pair.

Our perving was on and we were mind-blowing each other, never to be able to reach the point where we could get enough, more oil we applied and spontaneously, we handled each other's tool as we would our own, rough caressings and pullings and slidings, slowly man-handled thru fists now blackened and oil ingrained, then standing back admiring and perving some more, viewing ourselves now as if we were two other guys.

OH YEAH! Those two dicks now both throbbing but not yet violently, both blackened and shining greasy from the motoroil, thick black ooze along their lust-ridden shafts, sliding slowly as some kinda primordial lava flow, flowing forward, downward from hilt to dick-head nob and indeed, looking as though they were almost machine polished, with an antique patina on well used tools and each heavily veined, with veins on veins crossing over and thru each other, the blood, hot and rushing, engorging those snub-snouted, thick, fat, solid stumps of raunchy, horny tools. YEAH, blunt stumps of dicks, dark reddening fat bulbous nobs slowly edging out but not quite all the way, thru heavy crinkle-creased and fleshy juicy folds, curling, thickly laden was that skin thru which their nobs began to poke, cyclopian piss-slit eye-mouths, moist-to-wetter with pre-cum dribbles slowly oozing, oozing out came the first dribbles, slick and glistening on those two choice nobs that looked like twins. YEAH, these two fat fuckers were beginning to thicken stiff, two fat heavy swinging tools raising upward straining hard against the restraining steel, the veins now tightening full of blood, these dicks engorged and filled fat, such aggressive looking stumps, such macho stumps could fuck and fuck and make their proud owners roar, such slime covered, slime filled, slime shooting dicks were the envy and the talk of Clancy's troupe. Two dicks supported both by their magnificent turgid now swelling rocks of balls, swinging hard up in their well stretched sacs, so heavy and bulging when worn down the leg as a heavy-weight packet or bulging jock-strapped basket, thrusting out these mounds of hot and horny man-sex, YEAH, and even almost offensive, but no matter what, these two packets were always demanding on demand and seemed never to be at the point of exhaustion.

Their shooting slime loads of the thickest, dense and sticky cream-white, cum, rich smelling scent freshly worked out man-load spunk, worked and drained on countless times before and now and into the future, and now these tools were priming up, once again their men's-minds were working at it, thrusting out now and the decisions were made.

Just now their slaves are grovelling on their knees and down beside their heels, licking and slurping at their Master's boots as hitherto ordered.

Bluey grabs on his dick, rolling the loosened well and truly stretched and greasy foreskin and with some urgency says, "OK, Carl baby, let's get on with it, we've got some work to do mate, some sex to discover and lots of slime to see to, to shooting out of our fucking packets, YEAH."

We both grabbed at our respective slave's collars, as Blue continued "I've got something to show you mate, just follow me and come thru here, this'll fucking knock your rocks off mate, and bring your branding iron with you".

With our greasy dicks in one hand and our slaves by the collar in the other we passed thru to what was known as Blue's more serious work-room.

The stench of motoroil was more heady and even more breath-taking in here probably enhanced by the heat coming from an open fire that had been blazing away and Blue indicated to me that I should bury my iron in its embers, the very idea of this had my dick throbbing once again but even more violently than before and as I looked up there in front of us we were confronted by one of the most impressive grids that I have ever seen. Stretched across the room, from the far wall to a huge lump of tree which was jammed in place and went from floor to ceiling.

The grid itself was a carefully constructed net and composed of a heavy coarse rope that had been well and truly oiled and drum skin tight, needless to say it was very well lit with brilliant strip lights on either side which sort'a picked out the glint of metal rings and heavy leather straps that were carelessly strewn without design across this incredible thing.

My dick bolted with a sudden turgid throbbing as it came to me, as it clearly had come to Blue. Two sides, two Masters, two slaves, and now with incredible excitement, lust burning in my throat I said to Blue, "Shit mate, we can do it now, we can work the fucker out and make that fantasy real, YEAH, fuck'n shit" and I said this as I grabbed harder at boy's collar and yanked him around to the other side of the grid.

"Phew!" I exclaimed "So you got it at long last, Clancy's blokes came thru for you, fuck'n great Blue".

The two slaves now stood facing, eyeballing each other, separated only by the heavy coarse mesh of the open woven ropes that were the grid and Blue expertly slipped a noose of a heavy long leather thong around both slave's dick-heads and then proceeded to bind their stiffened pulsing throbbing dicks together, binding them tight, so bound that the two dicks now looked like one huge black leather-thonged tool and then pulling at them hard and straight up and secured them fast, almost forcing the groaning wincing slaves to stand on the toes of their boots. I was now able to lock their collars close together giving them no other choice other than to start fucking each other's mouth with their tongues.

Blue and I now noosed the balls of each other's slave and twisting and pulling at them good and proper, now pulling them in such a way that we were able to bind them hard and fast between the other's thighs and around their legs so that the slightest movement by one slave would certainly pull hard on the other's balls.

"On the count of three, spread your fuck'n legs you fuckers" I ordered, the sucking mouths intensified with some considerable fear that was heavily coloured with increased lust ridden groanings.

"ONE....TWO....THREE", I barked and now muffled but still piercing gutteral screamings came out of the two urgently tongue-sucking, squirming’n’writhing slaves as their legs now spread were bound securely together from knee to ankle, their dicks completely rigid tight straining up and their reddening balls popping, and with the final touch of strapping their arms straight out horizontally they now looked as one with their two asses trembling and very available.

We had both selected what had become our favourite well worn CATS, taking our stances and began to prepare ourselves for our forthcoming pleasures.

Now just the groaning, slurp-sucking sounds of our two slaves as they sucked on each others mouths broke across the silence as we determined our moment of truth.

Savouring with great lusty anticipation, I raised my cat above my head, took aim and brought it crashing down without restraint across my boy's back and instantly he let out a muffled screaming yelling almost roaring 'thank you SIR' more into the head of Bruno but certainly clearly audible nevertheless and now Blue also started in, flicking his wrist as though he was using a stock-whip, deliberately snapping the tails and aimed fairly and squarely making his cat cut sharply across bruno's ass and a second 'thank you SIR' was heard but this time it came screaming from deep inside the lust ridden guts of Bruno, and as each slave's body was taunted they started to thrash about pulling involuntarily on each other's balls, yanking hard and harder, their dicks straining in thonged bondage, each slave thrusting, wanting and not wanting to escape from their predicament and now in sequence we began to whip our slaves. Their raucous bellowing screams began filling the air with the counting beginning "TWO SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...TWO SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...THREE SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!... THREE SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...and so on and on and on and on and, SEVENTY NINE SIR!...YES PLEASE SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...EIGHTY SIR!...YES PLEASE SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...EIGHTY SIR!...YES PLEASE SIR!...THANK YOU SIR!...”

As the bellowing roaring screamings of untameable pleasure diminished a sort of heady primordial sensual lust could now be heard in the grovelling pantings of the slaves, that of wanting more, much more, as we ceased and ended this introductory flogging, throwing our cats down we both stood back apace and Blue admiring his handiwork suddenly announced "Time to have a good fuck'n piss mate, let's give these fuckers some of what's for", taking a good firm grasp on his dick manhandling it as though it was a hose, aimed and let go a torrent of flooding piss across Bruno's back and down his ass cheeks, playing the golden ribbon of flowing piss up, down, across, the hot stinging piss saturating the thrashed and welted and in many places lacerated flesh of the jerking body of his slave, I waited before I started to let go of my piss load so that we would both double our perverted cravings of watching each other pissing our slaves, I aimed high and marvelled as the torrent fell across boy's beaten writhing body, now dribbling in rivulets down his body and into his ass-crack and I specially aimed at Bruno's nuts which were now so very very tightly popping and marvelled also at what seemed to be the need of these two slaves who, and now how it seemed, pulled deliberately at each other's ball bondage, tightening the thongs on their nuts even tighter than before, YEAH, these two slaves are very well matched.

"It's time now boy, it's time to seal your fate boy, it's time for your branding boy, your my property now boy, enough of this novice shit boy, you belong to me boy, what say you boy? Suck on that mouth boy, suck on that slave's mouth boy and bury your screams deep inside his hellish guts boy".

"Yes SIR!...thank you SIR!...thank you SIR!...