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Glen took a shower and walked back naked into the hotel bedroom. The man, who had showered earlier, was ready for him. He stood erect, shoulders thrust back, legs apart and his hands on his hips. He exuded authority. He wore nothingbut a black, silky thong, which far from hiding, actually accentuated the impressive equipment it enclosed. The room had been changed. It was a bigenough to take the two single beds end on. They were now together, foot tofoot. `Been doing some furniture moving?' quipped Glen. The man said nothing.He beckoned and then pointed at his thong. Glen obeyed. They had often met for mutual pleasure, but this was the first time they had been away together. Ashe crossed the room, he studied his companion. Significantly older, athletic andtanned. The old desire rose within him. He put one arm round the man'sshoulders and kissed him fully on the lips. His other gently massaged the bulkinside the thong. `Take it off and worship my dick.' He spoke in a strangelymatter of fact way. He knew he would be obeyed. Glen knelt, grasped the sides ofthe thong and pulled it to the ground in one swift movement. Greedily he graspedthe man' s full equipment and took several inches of impressive dick into hismouth. He licked it up and down. He caressed it. He sucked the bell hard so thathis cheeks were drawn in. Then he slid the shaft slowly to its full length. He glanced up into the man's face. His reward was an approving smile and a sigh of pure pleasure. At length the man spoke again. `Lie down on the bed. Facedown.' He obeyed. His wrists and ankles were bound and he was stretched out,attached starwise to the bedheads. There had been times when they had played atbondage before, but this felt different. It was for real. A tingling doubtstarted in his navel and burst in his head as he realised he was a prisoner withvery little room for manoeuvre. He felt scared, but excited. They were exploringnew realms. He would follow the road to its conclusion.

He felt the palmof a hand between his shoulder blades and smelt the heady aroma of massagingoils. He relaxed as every part of his available flesh was anointed, pleasuredand massaged. Special attention was paid to his pelvic region. He felt lips aswell as fingers on his skin on numerous occasions. He relaxed and enjoyed.

Now legs were forcing their way under his. The man was sitting betweenhis legs, his knees under Glen's hips, having the effect of raising his buttocks and with his legs already quite wide apart his orifice was mercilessly exposed to the world at large.

It is well known that this is the last stage ofsurrender. A man will expose his buttocks if he has to. He will cover hisgenitals to the end, but never will he want anyone to gaze on his anus. Thatposition was maintained for some time. Glen's senses had sharpened dramatically.Even now, he could still be embarrassed at a prolonged examination of his darkhole.

He felt the lightness of a finger touch, gently exploring, making acquaintance. It felt good. He cried out with sudden surprise and pleasure whenhe felt the unique sensation of a tongue tip at his very gates. The man did not hurry. Slowly with fingers, but increasingly with his tongue and lips, the area was pleasured to the full. `Thank you, thank you, oh yes please. I want to beyour slave' Glen moaned. His reward was more oils and further oralexploration.

Suddenly, there was a sharp slap on his rump. He jumped, butrelaxed to enjoy half a dozen more blows. The man wriggled from under Glen andstood beside him. There was some movement he couldn't see, but very soon heardthe `swish' and felt the `thwack' of a leather belt making contact with his defenceless buttocks. It was not unpleasant, but more intense than the hand. Athought crossed his mind. `What happens if I don't want what's coming next? Howmuch can I take? How far will he go? If I ask him to stop, will he?' Beforehe could ponder these questions further, another blow was planted in the sameregion. It was a little harder and followed by two more, each more serious thanthe one before. The last one really stung. `Please sir, please sir', hecalled out, `Don't hurt me!' The reply was another blow -- the hardest yet.Then one that crashed down with a force that made him yelp with pain. Almostimmediately, he felt soothing oils poured onto and massaged into his glowingflesh. That felt so good! The whole experience was new and a bit frightening,but what a switch on! `My slave obeys me at all times without question'. Hespoke quietly, but with great authority. `I do whatever I choose and he willsubmit.' This was clearly not a democratic relationship. But the beatingstopped.

The caressing resumed, all over his back and legs, but withspecial attention to the point of potential invasion. The man lay full length ontop of him, sliding around over his lubricated body. He played for a long time,sometimes embracing him, sometimes turning his head to kiss him, now fingeringhis hole, now two fingers, fondling, stretching, preparing.

At lengthGlen felt his buttocks being pulled wide apart and the warm firmness of a largeknob probing his anus. He sighed with anticipation. This was bliss. The manstill didn't hurry, he teased for a while, but then Glen felt him tenseslightly. Two hands gripped his hips. The knob thrust through the portal. It wasbig and the initial entrance hurt. It always did, but the pain very quicklypassed. The man relaxed with no more than his bell inside Glen. In hisexcitement it would have been only too easy for him to ejaculate there and then.But he wanted a lot more.

Glen surrendered to the advance. That lovelyknob felt soooo good inside him. He closed his eyes, relaxed and concentrated onhis feelings.

The generous application of oils and ointments meant therewas no resistance to the invading force. He glided in smoothly. He did notimmediately take full possession however, but begun slow, short piston strokes,each bringing his knob to tug at the back door without quite going back outside.Each stroke probed a little deeper until Glen felt the rough rasp of pubic hairagainst his own smoothness.

The man paused. He slid his hands underGlen's body. One travelled north to his throat and grasped, safely but firmly.The other took the hippy trail south and arrested the treasure to be foundthere, also with considerable firmness.

He was now held in a vice, fourlimbs stretched out to the four bedposts; four limbs wrapped round him like astraightjacket and one member, although the smallest, ruling him and forcing himinto total subjection by pinning him to the bed beneath. He felt teeth grasp thenape of his neck and embraced the moment of his total surrender. He wasphysically imprisoned and barely able to move, but most of all it was a deeplyspiritual experience. He surrendered his independence to another and felt thethrill of possession. The king was ruling and he was an absolute monarch. Hewould do what he chose and Glen would have no choice but to obey. For sometime he just groaned and sighed. He felt so wonderfully fulfilled. In this man'sfirm grip there was so much satisfaction and both were savouring the moment tothe full. He understood the term 'one flesh'. They had merged into eachother.

His captor spoke again. This time, little more than a whisper, butwith the same unchallengeable authority. `I'm going to fuck you. No this isn't fucking yet. I'm going to drive it hard all the way. Then I'm going to plant my seed inside you. That will be my mark of ownership. It is how I shall brand you, claim you and possess you. I am conquering you and making you my property. Mycock is further inside you than anyone has ever been before and I shall makesure he will go further still, to a depth that no-one will ever reach again.Then I shall fill you with my seed.' Glen replied, not with words, but withan upward thrust of his hips, so that maximum penetration could be achieved.`Good boy' the man spoke softly and affectionately. `I know you like to take itin your mouth, but this time it' s going deep inside you. It's the way I shallbrand you, my mark of ownership. ' `Yes, please, please fuck me, please takeit deep into me, please', Glen prattled in reply. `Oh fuck me, fuck me.' Hewanted it. He was begging for it. And he was going to get it.

Prompted byGlen's willing response, the man stuffed a couple of pillows under his stomachto maximize the potential penetration. The restraining cords were now very taut,leaving Glen even less possibility of movement. Before he continued, the man'shands slipped back to their previous duties. Now he began to thrust deeplyand pushed as hard as he could. Glen wondered if the bed would take it. Therefollowed long, strong strokes, slowly and deliberately at first, but soonworking to a frenzy. They were both grunting, groaning and wailing withpleasure. They were united in the bliss of one flesh. At last he stopped.Then, with one final thrust, he crashed down harder than ever, deep into Glen'sbody. Glen felt the tensing of a hundred muscles and heard the gasping that toldhim he was receiving his branding. With great gushes the man's fluid pumped intohim, truly where none had been before, nor would ever likely be able to achievein the future. After a couple of minutes of panting and sweating, the manrelaxed, using Glen as a mattress. He even dozed off for a few minutes. When hewoke, his member was small and peaceful, still inside his servant's body, but ashe stretched, it finally slipped out. The man stood up and went for anothershower.

When he finally returned, fully clothed, he laughed at Glen,still totally and nakedly immobile. `You do look a walley' he said, slapped hisbuttocks and untied him.