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   What To Do with a Loft, a Vault, and a Metal Bed?
   It is a lazy summer day, and I promise you a little interlude...  you
have been such a good lover and friend, my delicious pervert.  Your hunger
and imagination fuel my own need to push.  I ask three of my nasty friends
to join us, and they willingly do.  Dar, dark haired, fire in her eyes,
very athletic, with luscious muscle definition and the most beautiful full
c breasts, Ben, 6', blond, lean, swimmer's build, a surfer looking scruffy
young man with a bubble butt; and Jeremy, my height at 5'10", dark hair
like us, very hirsute, which you love, and also like you, thickly muscled.
Both men are possessed of larger than average endowments (in Jeremy's case,
profoundly larger than average) and all hungry for adventure.  We meet at
Volunteer Park and we share some herb so that you all can get to know one
another a bit.  The summer sun bakes us for a short time before we make our
way to the scene space.  The comfort level feels good, and we are ready.
   The play space is a downtown loft on the 28th floor of a 28-floor
building.  As we enter, the first thing that everyone notices is that there
is a floor-to-ceiling picture window facing the Sound.  The fact that some
errant telescope-wielding peeper may watch us registers on each face in a
smirk or grin.  Seattle and Puget Sound unfold beautifully below us.  On
top of the world is a good way to describe the anticipatory feeling we each
experience.
   The loft is large, about 60x40' with a sling in the corner against
exposed brick walls (with a protective sheet against the brick to avoid
scrapes).  A variety of I-hooks dot the walls.  There's a large armoire -
easily 12 feet tall, which houses a veritable treasure trove of
paraphernalia.
   "Come, friends, circle 'round, Zach, in the middle, please.  You comply
and then, I say, "I would like to see you strip, very slowly, very sexily.
Your job is to captivate each of us, lover." You are shy, but comply.
   I have a remote in my hand, and as I say this, I activate the sound
system that thrums in a driving Satriani guitar.  The room pulses suddenly
with our anticipation.  You lower your head slightly and give me the Look
that you know damned well drives me crazy.  I raise my eyebrow and do not
smile, holding your gaze until you look away, down to focus on the first
button of your shirt.  Very slowly, you unbutton it, head down, looking up
with your eyes, giving the Look to each in the circle.  I'm laughing
inside, watching you charm each of them.  The shirt is unbuttoned, you look
at me, I nod, you toss your shirt outside the circle.
   "Dar," I say, "Help him with his belt." She steps inside, uses her hand
to unbuckle your belt, and then, kneels and, with her teeth, unzips your
pants.  Ah, you are obviously ready for what awaits.  You moan as her teeth
graze your underwear.  She breathes into your crotch, lingering, slowly
moving the zipper.  She is hot, and so are you.  "Mmm, nice, sweet woman,"
I say as Dar stands and steps back.
   "Baby, who would you like to have help you the rest of the way?" You
look immediately at Ben, and then back to Me.  "Naturally, lover," I laugh.
Ben steps inside the circle and, before he touches you, he extracts a
blindfold from his back pocket.  We anticipated that you would choose him,
and he smiles as he turns you around and fastens it snuggly in place.
   He stands in front of you, very close.  You can feel his breath in your
face.  I say, "You may kiss him now, Zach.  Show me how you kiss someone
else, baby, but only kiss him.  Do not touch him otherwise."
   You are taller and you lean down a bit.  Under no constraint of
movement, Ben reaches for your head, grasps your neck and brings your mouth
roughly to his.  You readily match his intensity and I can see you folding
your hands into fists, so as to not grab him to you.  Ah, sweet lover, you
are sooooo obedient.
   The sight of you and Ben kissing is extraordinary.  Two strong men
clearly hot for one another.  I look around at Jeremy and Dar, and they
each are captured by the tension in your bodies.  I can feel the pressure
building in each of us.  Time to pick things up just a little bit.
   "Ben, don't forget why you stepped in the circle," I say, reminding
myself as well.  Without releasing you, with one hand, Ben reaches down and
shucks off your underwear.  He then steps away, and you stand in the center
again, gloriously naked, blindfolded.
   Silence among us, nasty guitar music pulsing off the walls.
   "Jeremy, I believe that you have something for Zach?" I ask.
   It is his turn now to enter the circle, and he brings your collar and
leash.  When you smell the leather and feel it around your neck, you smile
and your cock visibly pulses.  You suck in air and he fastens the collar
and the leash, and then steps back.  You stand straighter, awaiting your
fate.
   As Jeremy steps out, I step in, whisper, "Are you ready to play, lover?"
My hands dance lightly from your head down your neck, outline your
shoulders.  You say, "Yes, M'Lady, I am ready for whatever awaits me."
   Keeping the leash short so that you walk very close to me, I lead you to
the play space.  The others follow closely behind.  I can feel your body
trembling in anticipation.
   The space is owned by a friend of mine who is a former Olympian gymnast.
It is equipped with a vault that has long since ceased to be something over
which aspiring athletes jump.  Now, it is used as something over which
kinksters bend and are bent, a fine piece of equipment for our purposes. 
Also from my friend's gymnastics days is a high bar, adjustable in height
and reinforced to hold the heavier weight of its current users.  So many
possibilities here....
   There are a couple of divans for lounging around the edges of the play
space, and, of course, a four-poster bed on a platform, posts made from
welded metal, and today, lit by candles hanging from sconces on the walls.
   "Each of you knows that Zach is a willing adventurer," I say as I lead
you to the vault.  "So, this evening, we will see just how many adventures
we can deliver to him.  If you are not engaged with him at any time, by all
means, I expect you to make good use of one another.  Please, everyone,
except Ben disrobe.  And, Ben, please come here and let Zach serve you."
   The last elicits a groan from you, and I turn you to face him.  You are
comfortable with the blindfold, it appears.  "Show him just how good a
little slave boy you can be, lover." You immediately kneel and lick his
boots, and it is his turn to moan.  He growls at you, "Damn, man, do it!"
Your submission is natural, and you slip further and further inside
subspace.  Unlacing the boots, you slip them off his feet, take his socks,
and then move your face up between his legs to his crotch, and bury
yourself there.  He thrusts into you, his hand guiding your head, holding
you fast.
   As they watch the two of you, Dar and Jeremy undress one another and
kiss.  Jeremy, clearly highly aroused, shucks off Dar's jeans, then bends
her forward and spits on his cock, spits again between her crack, and slams
himself inside of her.  As he fucks Dar, both of them still watch the two
of you.  I walk slowly around you and Ben, holding my crop, letting the
leather end brush against both of you from time to time.  You've now got
Ben's Levi's unbuttoned, and his uncut cock and balls stand gloriously in
front of you.  You look toward me for permission.  I ask Ben, "Has he
performed sufficiently finely to earn a taste of your lovely cock, my
friend?" Ben's moan is the right answer, and I slip off your blindfold, and
then your head in both My hands and roughly shove you into his cock.  "Ah,
slutty little one, suck his cock and balls, and you'd better make him feel
very, very good." I can hear you gulping out a "Yes," as your mouth is
crammed with Ben's nine inches.
   The sounds of Jeremy and Dar fucking increase are he rides her soaked
pussy, leaning her over one of the divans.  You gulp Ben's cock and Ben
encourages you with a litany of nastiness.  "Fuck it, Zach, damn, suck me!
Ah, Jesus, that is good....yesssssssssssssssssssssss !"
   Behind the sounds of sex the beat of driving guitar and bass and drums
spurs us along.  The walls pulse with sex and sound.  I know that your ass
has just got to be starved for attention, and that you know many pleasures
await you in that arena this evening.  But, I think that you will just have
to wait longer for that particular brand of ecstasy, as there is still so
much to see and do before you earn what you most want.
   Jeremy has buried his hand in Dar's thick hair, and is riding her none
too gently, smacking her ass with his hand.  He reminds me of the cowboys
of my youth, and Dar is definitely a bucking wild filly, emitting a string
of sexy invectives to taunt and encourage him.
   Ben has both his hands on your head now, forcing you to take him in all
the way.  I can hear you gagging and moaning.  Damn, you are so fucking
hot, sweet boy.  Look at you, on your knees, legs spread to accommodate
Ben's shorter height.  Your cock and balls are bouncing on the floor as
your head is impaled over and over.
   Ben looks at me with a question in his eyes.  "Ben, is my baby going to
make you come, darlin'?" "YESSSSSSSS," he growls.  "Then, by all means,
give it to him." "Zach, don't spill a drop, lover, not a drop." Ben's
screams pierce through the ambient noise that surrounds us as he bucks
wildly into your face.  You are nearly as loud as you take what he gives
you.  When he is finished, Dar stands next to him and he leans on her.  You
stay on your knees, head bowed, sweet supplicant, awaiting a word from me.
   I come behind you, pull you back against my legs, caress your sweating
head.  "It looks to me as though Ben is quite satisfied.  Such a good
little cocksucker you are, Zach.  I think that now we'll give your knees a
rest.  Come."
   I lead you to the bed.  There is a mound of pillows in the middle. 
Together we climb the steps up to the bed, and I have you lie on your back
with the pillows under your butt.  "Alas, you won't be able to see much of
what is happening to you in this position, baby.  You'll just have to be
content with feeling it."
   "Yes, M'Lady," you reply.  Jeremy cuffs your wrists to either side of
the bed.  For now, your legs remain untethered.
   "Dar, why don't you go for a ride on the pony, don't you?" "Mmm, yes,
M'Lady, I would enjoy a ride," she replies.  "And, Jeremy, I understand
that you have a most highly talented tongue.  I would like for you to begin
getting my baby's balls and ass wet and warm for things to come."
   Jeremy joins you and Dar on the bed, positioning himself on his knees
between your legs.
   The bed not only has four posts, it has three cross bars across the top
of the bed, with sliding bars like chin-up bars.  Dar grabs one and
positions it above her head.  She begins teasing your cock with her hand,
rubbing herself along you, stretching her pussy lips wide, letting you feel
just a taste of her heat, then lifting herself away as you thrust up for
more.  She is an excellent tease.  "Hehe, nasty young thing, isn't she,
lover?  Don't you just want to plunge your hot cock into her tight wet
pussy?  Is she making you a little bit wild?  Hmm?  I can't hear you,
lover."
   "Ummmm, yes, M'Lady, she is making me want her soooo much," you confess.
"May I have her, Ma'am?" A quick query to Dar, and her flushed face signals
the affirmative.  "You may have her, baby, yes."
   During this little conversation, Jeremy begins his ministrations to your
ass.  "AHHH, God!" you say as his tongue snakes into your so-hungry ass. 
He takes your balls in his mouth as Dar continues to tease your cock.  They
are toying with you, aren't they?  Mmm, yes.  Don't want you to have too
much too soon.
   Dar takes your cock in her hand, and lowers herself on you, taking you
all the way in, in one swift motion.  Suddenly you feel her wet heat all
around your cock.  As you feel her pussy envelope your cock, Jeremy's
tongue continues its tease of your ass.  The look on your face is so
enticing, I lean onto the bed, take your face in my hands and kiss you
hard. Between kisses, I whisper encouragements.  "Slutty boy, take
everything they have to give you, and give back to them in equal measure."
Your face is awash with lust and amazement and you reply between gasps,
simply, "Yes, ma'am."
   Dar is using the crossbar to raise and lower herself onto you, riding
you as though you really ARE a bucking bronc.  One wild ride for both of
you.  Jeremy is under my order to ONLY lick your ass, and I can see you
thrusting yourself against his tongue, and I know how very much you want
more.  In time, baby, in time....
   Ben comes up behind Dar, straddling you, and reaches around in front of
her to play with her clit.  He matches her rhythm and is driving her wild.
You are straining at the wrist restraints.  Your legs are pumping you up
and down and Jeremy has his arms clasped around your thighs, keeping
himself anchored during the wild ride.
   God, what a scene you all make.  Ben's ministrations on Dar make it
impossible for her to wait.  Filling herself with your hugely engorged
cock, Ben's skillful hands on her clit, Dar looks frantically at me, and I
nod.  "Do it, little sister," I say, and she screams and grunts as a
massive orgasm overtakes her.  As she begins to come, her Kegel muscles
clamp on your cock like a vise, you come very close to releasing but you
master your desire and wait.
   Jeremy slips his tongue out of your ass, moves around on the bed to your
head.  Apparently his tongue work got him very hot, too, because in just a
few strokes, he pumps his cock to great squirts of cum, onto your chest and
face.  Mmm.  You moan and I reach over you and smear his cum over your
face. You lap it up hungrily, hot for more.
   Ben climbs off the bed, Dar joins him, and I unfasten the wrist
restraints, letting you up.
   It's time for a little break.  We assemble on the divans, with a tray of
water, juice.  You drink thirstily and then lay your head in my lap on the
divan.  Dar and Ben and Jeremy sit close by and touch one another,
occasionally kiss, fondle.  We are comfortable, close.  The sun is setting
and the sunset on the Sound is glorious.  Rays of light highlight the
athletic equipment in the loft.  The vault sits waiting and I ask Ben to
lower it a few inches.  I do not suppress a grin at your questioning look.
What else could we do with that vault but put you right over it?
   To you, still in my lap, I say, "It's time to warm up your ass, lover."
   You put my hand on your collar and move toward me.  I say, "Dar, please
take our toy to the Vault." She complies and leads you to the vault,
bending you over, making sure that the height is perfect.  There you are,
legs spread widely, feet planted firmly.  Ben brings ankle cuffs and
anchors them around you, clipping the hooks into the floor.  Dar moves
around to the front of the vault and repeats a similar action with your
wrists.  You are trussed and going nowhere, baby.
   "Ben, I believe that you have a particular skill with the cane, is that
not so?"
   "Yes, M'Lady," he replies, "I have studied the art from a variety of
schools, and am confident that I can serve."
   "I understand that this particular activity also makes your very hot, is
that also true?" Ben actually blushes at the question.  "Hehe, no need for
anymore answer than that, Ben," I say.
   "Well, then, please warm up Zach's sweet ass, won't you?"
   First, he starts by taking a damp chamois cloth and rubbing your
backside with it, leaving a sheen of oil on you, to increase the sting. 
"Mmm, he is good, isn't he, baby?"
   "Yes, Ma'am, I think..."
   Before you finish your response, the first blow takes your breath.  And
mine.  Smack!  The cane leaves a flaming red streak across your butt. 
Whack!  Same place, the reddening deepens.  I am on fire.  Again!  Yes,
damn, you are wiggling toward the cane, wanting to receive it.
   Ben's ministrations soon have your backside brilliant red, a pattern of
perfectly spaced horizontal stripes.  He stops, and wipes the chamois
lightly over you.  He whispers to you, "Just wait, Zach, soon I'll have
your insides just as hot as your outside."
   With that, he steps back and delivers many more strikes.  You are
writhing, screaming, wagging your ass for more, always wanting more.  He
looks at me, I nod, he puts down the cane, and grabs the lube, which he
really doesn't need.  He approaches you, my heart is pounding, his cock is
huge, standing straight out.  He rubs your ass with it.  "Is this what you
want, lover boy?" he growls at you.  I am standing in your line of site,
you look to me for confirmation, I nod imperceptibly, and you answer, "Yes,
Sir, it is." No further discussion is needed.  He fills you swiftly.  All
in the room take in our breath as your gasp is so filled with pleasure and
pain.  Take him, baby, take him.
   You feel the tip of his cock enter you, spreading you nicely.  Ah, a
man's cock is hot where my strapon latex one is not.  The heat makes you
hard.  And, he fucks you hard, then teases you, all the way out, making you
jut toward him, wiggling your delicious butt.  He growls at you and then
stuffs himself back in.  You feel his balls full against your ass cheeks.
Sweat is beading on your forehead, you are uncomfortable as hell over that
vault, but being completely helpless to him makes you wildly hot.  Yes, he
fucks you with his big cock, and he then slips his hand around his cock so
that his fingers are also going inside of you.  "Oh, my God, yes!" you
yell. "Fuck me, Sir, ahhhhhhhh!"
   Jeremy stands in front of you and manages to get just at the right angle
to shove his cock in your mouth.  Your moans become incomprehensible as you
are filled in both ends.  With a nod to Dar, she goes to the toy chest and
comes away with a strap-on.  I'm reasonably sure that her strap-on and
Ben's cock combined will be the largest challenge your sweet ass has yet
handled.  Dar and Ben stand hip to hip, lubing each of themselves and you.
I am nearby, and say, "Baby, suck Jeremy and relax yourself.  I really want
you to take these two at the same time, lover." I unhook your hands because
I want you to be able to spread your cheeks wide for the two of them.
   Jeremy steps back as Ben and Dar begin their entry.  "Oh, yes,
ohyesohyesohyes," you chant.  "Take them inside of you.  Feel their heat!"
I say, holding your head, running my hands through your hair.  They set up
a rhythm to the beat of the music in the background.  Ben's cock on the
top, Dar's below.  Slow, slow, then picking up speed, pounding.  You are
moaning and screaming, your ass is coming and you are being opened wider
than ever, lover.  Dar's rhythm becomes sporadic, she is closing in on a
massive orgasm.  Her quickened pace, the friction of her cock against his
has Ben soon adding his screams to the cacophony.  Each of you is bucking,
wild, hollering.  You feel as though your insides are on fire, that you
will be laid open.  But, the pain does not transcend the pleasure.  You
feel as though every nerve ending in your body is coming.
   "Come for me, baby, give me everything you have, lover.  Everything."
   "Ooooooh, Mistress, fuck, I'm coming so much, I can't
stop.................."
   Dar slides out of you and to the floor.  You feel Ben's mighty cock give
a final shudder, and he withdraws.  I quickly unfasten your legs and pull
you down from the vault, cradling you on the floor in the jumble of bodies.
We are all spent, none more than you.  Your eyes are closed, sweat bathes
your face.
   Jeremy brings a couple of blankets and some bottles of water, and we all
lie entwined, hearts slowing from their racing paces.  I look down at you
and you are asleep, the edges of a smile at the corners of your mouth. 
Time passes, a few minutes, an hour, lights twinkle from the City and we
still exist in a space apart.
   As quickly as you fall asleep, you awaken, give me the Look, and pull me
close for a kiss.  You stretch, run your hands along all the bodies they
encounter, bring us all back from wherever our private moments took us,
into the present.
   We share a bit of pot, the sweet smell wafting, surrounding us.  Very
intimate, close.  Ah, yes, and you, my insatiable one, are ready for more.
I've seen you eyeing the sling in the corner all evening.  I know that you
want it, want me to take you there.  Is it time yet, I wonder?  I look
deeply in your eyes, and see only want there.  No fear, no hesitation, only
hunger and desire.
   You take up my thought and say, quietly, "I've never been this open
before, Ma'am.  It is the thing that I most desire."
   Ah, you speak both our hearts' desire.  First, I'd like to wash some of
the afternoon's sweat off of us.  The shower in the loft is steam-room
sized, and we all enter at one time.  We spend some silly minutes with soap
and shampoo, gropes and guffaws.  Lightening the intensity is a nice break.
So is washing away the stickiness of passion's leavings.
   Leaving the shower, you whisper to me, "Please do not make me wait for
you, Ma'am.  I ache for you inside me."
   "Patience, little slut, and you will certainly be rewarded," I reply. 
"At this moment, we are going to bid farewell to our guests." Having left
the shower, Dar and Ben and Jeremy have donned their street clothes once
again.  They are waiting at the door to be dismissed.  We kiss each in turn
and thank them for their presence.  And then, we are alone in the space. 
You are glorious.  Your eyes sparkle as brightly as do the lights outside
us.
   "Come with me, lover."
   I know you have your heart set on the sling, but I want to be able to
lie next to you as I take you.  So, to the bed we go.  The sconces are
ablaze with candles, the light is soft and warm.  "Kiss me, lover," I say,
and you crawl all over me, giving me the kisses my body, heart, and soul
crave.
   You start to get up on your knees, and I bid you stay down.  "I need to
see your face."
   I play with your luscious ass, feeling you warm up, heat up, fire up to
me.  Ah, but you are restless, you are driven.  You want it all, don't you?
I see the need in your eyes.  Finally, after opening you with four fingers
to the bridge of my knuckles, I fold my fingers under and collapse my hand
in on itself as much as possible, wishing I had petite hands rather than
the man-sized mitts I have.  Pushing steadily against your ass, continuing
to add lube, I push slowly until finally my fist disappears inside you. 
The pain is so quickly over and you are so completely filled suddenly, your
senses almost completely block out the pain before you realize that,
indeed, my fist is clenched inside you.
   Your breath is ragged as is mine.  I feel a wash of wetness flood My
hand and I begin moving inside you.  Every contraction, every tiny
sensation of your body is reflected against my hand.  I can feel your heart
beating against my fist.
   You begin thrusting yourself against me, and I match your pace, still
careful, but not worried now that I will hurt you.  Your voice rises and
encourages, a litany "OH GOD" and "FUCK ME" and "BABY OH YES."
   I can't see my wrist, you have devoured my hand.  Where you begin and I
end is impossible at this moment to tell.
   With my free hand, I touch a button on the remote.  In a minute's time,
Ben is back, unclothed, kneeling before you, offering you his cock again.
"Take him, lover." And you do, swallowing his great cock whole, up to his
balls.  I fuck your ass and Ben fucks your face.  We take up a wild rhythm,
as I listen to and watch your body.  Long minutes pass as Ben's cock
disappears all the way down your hungry throat and my hand is hot, embedded
inside you.  Finally, Ben bucks wildly and shoots his load in your mouth
again.  I feel your muscles in a constant state of contraction, an orgasm
that lasts minutes and minutes.
   I vary my stroke, twisting my hand inside you from side to side, which
evokes the most extraordinary sound from you I've not yet heard.  A look of
concern on my face, you shake your head, you are fine.  Good.
   Your muscles contract so strongly, I have to literally brace myself
against the bedposts to keep you from expelling my hand.  You cum so hard,
so LONG, wildly, legs shaking, eyes searching my face with a look of
captured wonder.
   I quickly twist and unclench my fist, then extract m y hand as smoothly
as possible.  Your orgasm largely protects you from the pain, but you
scream once as I pull out.  Your face is enraptured, I don't know how else
to describe it.  I come to you, hold you, kiss you.  "Oh, Lover, you were
perfect.  So very good.  Thank you, Baby," I say.
   Ben quietly slips away, leaving us the space and time to connect and
land back on Earth, which may well take some time....
   Slowly, once again, I can distinguish the confines of the bed, feel the
soft glow of the sconces, watch their reflections dance across your body,
which by now is well and truly spent.  We entwine and fall to sleep.  Time
continues suspended.
   Again, after an hour or so passes, you awaken and I feel your hand
between my legs.  "I waited a very long time for you, honey, I need to be
inside of you," you say, pulling me to you.  Your cock has obviously had
sufficient recovery time and you are huge between my legs, which I gladly
open to receive you.  Oh, gods, you are in me, on me, kissing me, thrusting
a rhythm that feels as much a part of my essence as anything I recall.
   The sweetness of this lovemaking reminds me well of the multifaceted
nature of what can exist when you believe that anything is possible. 
Lover, I watch your face, a different set of expressions play across it as
you dance inside me than when I was inside you.  I realize that this feels
like home just as much as having my hand inside you, topping you.
   "Ah, yes!" I yell at you as my orgasm builds and crashes over me. 
Possess me, beloved, as I have lately possessed you.
   
  
Just a Lazy Summer Day