At The Stroke Of Midnight - [P]

"Mistress," Lavella called over to Darcina as Ramesh continued to work his hips back and forth, sliding his slippery shaft though the Maid's oily curled hands. The two tunic-clad young females were forcing their naked males to get themselves off, using just the girl's lubed-up fists. "He's already starting to leak."

Darcina looked away from Eric's scrunched-up face, thoroughly enjoying his internal struggles displayed by his changing countenance. The Daughter of the High Advisor saw that there was, in fact, a clear globule of pre-cum on the tip of Ramesh's cock. As she watched, another droplet oozed out of the slit in the head of his dick, increasing the size of the liquid pearl collecting there.

"Oh, dear!" Darcina gasped, lifting her hands, leaving Eric standing there with a confused expression on his face and an abandoned phallus, twitching and needy. "We can't have that. We don't want a sticky, messy accident to happen. I think it's time to go to the 'horses'."

The naked men did not have to be told what to do. They brought over one sturdy piece of wooden furniture, designed like a Carpenter's sawhorse, but with thicker legs and beam. Red leather covered the padding attached to the top of the beam. Although he did his best not to look at his friend, Eric could not help himself. Sure enough, the wide cockhead was glistening wetly, a thin string of pre- dangling down.

When they went to place the second horse, Darcina said, "No . . . Let's not put them side-to-side." She pointed with a perfectly manicured hand. "Put them in line. You know, a row."

The men stood on each end of the horse, and as they lifted it again to position it as ordered, they looked at each other in mild panic as the implications of the change sank in.

The clothed women stood watching the naked men rearranging the items, their erections bobbling around. The females held four sets of cuffs, two in each hand, and once the horses were lined up to Darcinca's satisfaction, she told them to lie down on the beams.

"No, no," she called out when the males attempted to lie down facing away from each other. "Go around to the other ends."

Heaving a deep sigh of resignation, Eric did as he was told. As did Ramesh. While the women knelt down to attach cuffs to the men's limbs and the iron rings at the bottoms of the legs, the two men looked at each other, shaking their heads and shrugging helplessly. They would rather be anywhere than where they were right now.

"Oooo!" Ramesh gasped and threw his head back when he felt Lavella 'prepping' him back there. A heavy coating of lube, a probing finger up his ass. Despite his embarrassment, he slowly rotated his hips in response to his girlfriend finger-fucking him.

Eric looked away, finding this whole thing unbelievably humiliating. But then he muttered, "OH-oh goodness!" when Darcina rammed her two (as in plural) greasy fingers up his dirt road. When she was done, he lifted his head and saw Lavella peeling her tunic over her head, her full, olive-toned breasts bouncing as they came into view. The dark nipples were protruding like Hershey kisses.

Craning his neck to peer behind him, Eric saw that Darcina had already removed her garment and was stepping into the loops of her strap-on harness. Her large, chalk-white breasts hung down like heavy fruit. Rose-colored areola surrounded the coral nubs in the centers of those swaying knockers as she moved around donning her pegging equipment.

"Ugh-argh!" Eric heard Ramesh gasped and then he, too, was being impaled. The nails of Darcina's fingers digging into his waist as her other hand guided the oil-coated fake dick into his tight pucker. That ring of muscle resisted, of course, but the tall, naked blonde was able to breech it easily enough by applying steadily increasing pressure. Thanks to Eric, Darcina had become quite skilled at this.

The two bound men groaned and grunted repeatedly as more and more of those dildos were **** up inside their bowels. The women were patient, gradually inching the flexible poles inside their men. Once they had 'bottomed out', the girls gave the boys a reprieve, letting them get used to the intrusions, before they began fucking them.

And fucking them they did! With a laugh Darcina grabbed Eric's waist and began slamming her pelvis into him. Plunging and driving her faux prick back and forth within Eric's stretched out asshole. Lavella, too, giggled. Unlike the males who were trying to avoid making eye contact, the females happily stared into each other's faces. Sharing the excitement of butt-fucking these two virile, handsome males; the men now bound and bent over, helpless to the women's whims.

The large room, decorated to look like a dungeon, echoed the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, of women giggling, of men groaning. All to the background noise of oily dildos slipperily sliding back and forth in the back-doors of Eric and Ramesh.

"Oh, f-fuck," Ramesh gasped in panic. Overcome by the non-stop stimulation to his prostate, he was ejaculating. His sperm spurting from his dick without the member even being touched. "I'm . . . I'm cumming!"

Lavella quickly fell on top of her orgasming partner, frantically gripping his twitching, spewing dick and pumping on it as fast as she could. Trying to 'rescue' him from a totally ruined orgasm. Ramesh's body shook and spasmed as if he was having a seizure. His eyes were clenched closed and his lips pulled back as he whimpered from the unbearable pleasure of obtaining his release.

Eric was no longer able to avoid looking at his friend. As if hypnotized, his eyes were riveted to Ramesh's struggles, the way his arms strained against the chains of the cuffs, his gritting teeth, and his gushing prick.

When Ramesh's orgasm ended, Lavella gave his softening cock a few last, milking strokes, making sure that all of his sperm was out of him.

"W-wow! Th-that was some . . . some load, Ramesh!" Darcina exclaimed, her voice faltering due to her being 'winded' from the exertions of sodomizing Eric. Her chest and upper lip shined from perspiration, and her hairline was wet. Lavella twittered at that remark and Ramesh hung his head down, embarrassed that the other couple had witnessed his loss of control.

Not wanting to take any chances with her man, Darcina leaned forward, reaching around to grab his erection. He was so hard, the skin was stretched like a snare drum. Beneath him on the cement floor were drops of pre-cum that had dribbled down from his cock. Darcina did not move her hand, she knew Eric was close. Damn close.

It was then that the Comm-Link sounded. Everyone looked over at the bench where Eric's clothes were. Where the beeping Comm-Link was. Darcina stopped her thrusting, staring at the bench, not certain what to do.

"La-Lavella," Eric gasped, "Clipped on my belt. There's a small box . . . White. B-bring it to me."

The Maid nodded, pulled out of Ramesh's asshole, the now-gaping opening a mess of lubricating gel, and hurried over to retrieve the device. Then she rushed up to Eric, her bare breasts bouncing and her dildo swaying. She held it in front of his face and he told her how to activate the receive mode.

"Ensign Bauer? This is Lieutenent Hammer," the First Officer's voice came through the speaker, "the Captain wants me to inform you that we will be lifting off shortly after midnight. He wants you back onboard no later than twenty-four hundred hours."

"Y-yes, Sir," Bauer replied.

"And why is your visual not on? Are you . . . wait . . ." There was another voice, low, as if someone away from the Comm-Link was speaking, followed by Hammer saying, "Never mind. Remember. No later than twenty-four hundred hours."

Eric nodded his head to Lavella who returned the Comm-Link to the bench. Meanwhile, Darcina, who had not let go of Eric's cock all through the conversation, leaned further forward and spoke softly into his ear, "Ready to cum?" She started stroking him. "Ready to cum? Do you want me to make you cum?" As she talked, she pumped faster and faster on his shaft, her dildo buried all the way up his violated sphincter. "Do you want to cum, Eric? Do you want to cum?"

Now it was the other couple's turn to watch mesmerized. Unintentionally, Lavella was holding her breath in anticipation and Ramesh was staring at his friend turgid cock. Swollen and purple, practically bursting.

"Arrrrrgh!" Eric cried out as he exploded within Darcina's flying fist, his sperm blasting from the head of his cock to splatter uselessly on the floor. The naked blonde nuzzled the side of his face, nibbling on his earlobe, as she gave sweet, blessed relief to the bound and buggered young man.

When it was all over, the Ensign a limp mass of tissue, Darcina slid from inside him and announced. "O.K. I guess we should get cleaned up and make ourselves presentable so that we can go upstairs to dine with Father." She unbuckled the belt around her waist while walking to the front end of the 'horse'. "After dinner, we can come back down here and play some more until Eric has to go home."

She made it sound like they were having a 'game night'. Which, in a way, they were.

"Would you like that?" she asked the still bound Ensign, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

The exhausted young man just nodded his head, willing to say or do anything the tall, naked blonde asked after that work-out session. As the women squatted down to unlock the cuffs, the two men looked at each other, uncertain about how they felt about what had just transpired.