Palm Springs Weekend, Part I

This story originally copyright © 1989 by Frank Albright.

It had been a long, tough month at work; but the deal was finally closed and the contract signed. I needed some R&R, so to celebrate my success, I'd gotten away on an early Friday flight for a long weekend in Palm Springs. It was in the low 90's when I arrived. Just what I needed. I picked up the Lincoln I'd reserved and drove to the Motel. I registered and dumped my bags in the suite I'd booked and then headed for Indian Wells. There was plenty of time to get in 9 holes of golf after which I could just lounge, bareass, by the Motel's pool and work on a tan.

I had an early dinner at my favorite Mexican restaurant & then dropped by my favorite "ole time" Cathedral City bar on Hwy 111 for a few beers. I hung around till 10 PM & then drifted around the corner to another of the Springs "all male hot spots." I'd been there for about an hour when a military looking young tough came up and introduced himself. He was a Marine in town from 29 Palms looking for some action. I outlined my interests and he said that he'd like to join me for as long as I wanted him. He had to be back at the base by 7 AM Monday; but until then he was all mine. We left after finishing our beers and headed back to the motel.

His name was Paul -- a 4 striper USMC Gunny. My weekend slave was 26, 6', 195#, sandy brown hair cut in a Marine high & tight, blue eyes, moderate chest hair (just enough to highlight his physique - not cover it), very defined biceps, pecs, abs, thighs and great calves. When we got back to the motel, I had him strip buck naked in the parking lot. When he was totally naked, I had him fold his clothes, which I took and locked in the trunk of my car. He didn't object to the public stripping (actually at that hour there was no one around to see him). In fact, Paul didn't object to any of the abuse I subjected him to during the remainder of weekend. He was as eager a slave wannabe as I'd ever encountered.

I led him into the locked motel compound and sat down on one of the lounge chairs which circled the pool. Paul stood in front of me at Parade Rest - displaying his muscular, naked body for me. I took advantage of Paul's stance to run my hands up and down his inner thighs. His thick, uncut 7" cock responded immediately by tracing an arc into full erection. I took hold of Paul's hardon and pulled the solid shaft straight down until it was parallel with his massive legs, pointing straight down to the ground. The Marine never changed his stance or gave the slightest expression of discomfort. I was impressed. This slave was going to be fun to work.

I told him that, with the exception of a leather cock ring or leather & steel cock cage (which I would alternate throughout the weekend), he would stay naked whenever we were at the motel. The motel is very private and has a bareass policy so it wouldn't be any "big deal". I was aware of the stringent restrictions placed on an active duty serviceman where social interaction is concerned and had no intentions of compromising his vulnerability. The impression I wanted Paul to understand was that his body was to be completly open to me at all times when we were at the motel. Regardless of what other men might see him, the important point was that he was exposed and exhibited for me. Paul understood and said that he was turned on by the prospect of being kept stark naked with his clothes locked in my trunk. The no exit situation stimulated his libido. It was very evident by his rock hard, vein bulging cock. I released my grip on the Marine's boner and let his fat, hard cock slap up against his belly. It bounced up and down for a few seconds comming to rest at a perfect 45 degree angle from his body. This kid was built and obviously sexually in full rut.

I leaned back into the lounge chair and told Paul to flex out. He responded immediately by flexing every muscle in his well proportioned physique to maximum extension. He posed for about 20 minutes - not leaving a single muscle undisplayed including his sphincter and penis. When he finished, his body was reflecting the pool lights from the sweat he'd worked up. It was an incredible sight. I told him to dive into the pool and cool off. Paul was in the water immediately swimming around like a dolphin. I went into my suite, stripped, and retrieved two towels. When I returned to the pool, Paul was floating on his back with his erection pointing straight up like a submarine periscope. I dove in and joined him.

We fucked around in the pool for about an hour and then headed for my suite. Paul dried himself off with one of the towels I'd brought out, but he took my towel and threw it into the corner of the bedroom. He dried me off with his mouth, sucking every drop of pool water off my body and licking me clean with his tongue. He sucked, licked and nibbeled at my cock until it hardened to its full 8 inches of uncut Master meat. When he had me stimulated to the erupting point, I had Paul use his mouth to slip a rubber over my throbbing erection. He had me sheathed in no time flat. I took him in my arms and hugged and deep throated him while carrying him over to the bed. I fucked Marine ass until we both fell alseep in each other's arms.

I got up at 4:30 AM and laid out a steel cock ring and leopard spotted thong bikini for Paul. After slipping on a pair of UDT's, I nudged Paul awake and told him to dress in what I'd laid out and then meet me out front in 5 minutes. My military slave was waiting for me in the thong bikini when I rode up on one of the motel's bicycles. I pulled the front of the bikini down to inspect the cock ring. It was in place and was pouching the Marine's cock and balls out front. I told Paul that we were going for a 3 mile run to start the day. I rode the bike beside him setting the pace -- which was fast. He kept up the tempo with his bare feet slapping out an even cadence on the pavement. His cock and balls were jumping up and down too. The thong bikini was made of nylon and didn't provide much support for the Marine's hefty basket now exaggerated by the weighted cock ring.. His pecs were bouncing too with each tit on full high beam. As each foot hit the road, sweat was splashing off his body.

By the time we'd finished 2 miles, Paul was getting winded. I slowed the pace down to a crawl and let him recoup. He needed a little extra encouragement so I stopped and took a 6 foot leather thong out of my pocket. I attached one end to Paul's cock ring and the other to the seat of my bike. The tension on the leather thong pulled Paul's cock and balls so that they almost came out of the top of his bikini. With the addition of this impromptu leash, he renewed his effort. Paul's dick also responded to the encouragement by growing into a fine early morning hard-on. It didn't take long for his rod to poke its way out the top of the bikini. He was such a virile sight bouncing along behind my bicycle that I added an extra mile for emphasis.

When we arrived back at the inn, it was almost 6 AM. No one else was up so Paul and I took a long leisurely dip in the hot tub to relax - interrupted once by Paul getting breakfast in the form of my hard cock rammed down his throat. Before long, the sun was up and warmed the pool area sufficiently to invite some bareassed sunbathing. Stretching out leisurely on a chaise just didn't seem appropriate for Paul. So while he was doing some morning PT exercises, I went to the room and retrieved some leather straps. When Paul saw what I had in my hand, his cock flexed. Actually I'm not sure whether the arousal was due to the sight of the leather straps or the jumping jacks that he was doing which were slamming his hard cock up and down against his belly. Regardless of the cause, by the time I told him to get his ass over to a chaise which I had placed in the hottest area and lay down on his back, Paul's 7 inches were at full, vein bulging attention.

I had him extend his arms over his head, first securing his upper arms between his biceps and pits to the top of the chaise. Next I tied off each wrist pulling his arms across each other and behind the chaise (like a figure X) tying the ends of each leather strap to the back legs of the chaise. With just his arms tied in this manner, Paul found it very difficult to move the rest of his body. I didn't think that was enough of a challenge for such a strapping Marine so I completed his bondage by tying off both of his legs at the ankles to each of the front legs of the chaise.

One of the biggest turn-ons either for myself or another man are TITS. Paul had a great set. They were partially covered with his chest hair so I got a straight edge razor and dry-shaved a small circle around each nipple. I shaved off just enough hair to fully expose his two nips. From a distance the visual effect of the shaving didn't alter the total impression of Paul's hairy chest. In fact it gave it a highlight which was very sexy and attractive. The strapped down Marine's tits were already hard but not hard enough for me.

One of the greatest auto-stimulation products I've discovered in the last 15 years is the standard Cutter's Snake Bite Kit. The two green suction cups that make up the outside of the Kit are great for coaxing blood into a man's tits and getting them really big, not to mention extremely sensitive. After putting some alcohol on Paul's dry-shaved pecs, I wet the two suction cups and squeezed them firmly to attach them to his pecs - covering the targeted tits. This got a groan of contentment and apprehension from Paul. Throughout all of this his raging hardon remained rigid and throbbing. While I was shaving his tits, each time I squeezed or massaged a nipple, Paul's cock would jump in response. This man was HOT. While Paul's tits were being sucked out, I turned my attention to his rigid pulsating penis. It seemed to be reveling in its freedom -- the only muscle on the Marine's body that was still free to stir at will.

One thing that years of experience has taught me is that when strong men get turned on, their libidos usually take over from their common sense. The reason I inject this here is that a large number of men dominating a scene like this would just do whatever they thought was a good idea. After all they had some sweating, writhing hunk secured in a vulnerable situation; why not exploit the situation? It's best to remember that there are 2 men participating in the scene - not just one. If you expect any honest feedback, let alone satisfaction - don't let yourself slip into a singularity of purpose! Bring him along too. You'll find it's a more complete turn on. Especially if you ever want to see him again.

I rarely ask questions during a session, but one thing I've learned over time is that hairy men are VERY attached to their hair and I don't mean just physically. Removing a man's hair is an extreme psychological as well as physical act. It ranks right up there with branding. In fact, in a temporary way, a total body shave for a man is a form of submissive branding. It exhibits his submission to all those who see his shaved body -- particularly if they knew him prior to the shaving. In a full time relationship -- as a matter of commitment -- a full body shave is a great gesture. A bonding. In a transient affair, however, where there is no full time commitment, stripping a man of his hair without consent can lead to a really traumatic experience (as well as a bloody nose or worse for the shaver once the shavee is on the loose!) So when I'm presented with a very vulnerable, hot-to-trot, hairy body, before I start swiping off hair with my straight razor I ask what embarrassment or difficulty it would cause the man if - for the sake of increasing the sensitivity of the session - he would agree to have some portion or all of his body hair shaved off. In this particular touching and sensitive moment, I put the question to Paul. He assured me that he could deal with any embarrassment that a shaving would cause and that I should proceed as I saw fit. He left it to my discretion. What a VERY HOT man this Marine was! That was all of the assurance I needed. I had no intention of stripping off all of Paul's hairy coat -- it was too impressive. I did need some unobstructed access to his crotch though, so Paul was about to lose his pubic hair.

The sight of my straight razor in one hand and his cock tightly clinched in my other hand was tormenting Paul almost to the breaking point (or more accurately "climax" point). This time I put some oil in my palm and gently started milking the stretched out Marine. It was getting hotter, both from the sun and from the sexual fire between Paul and me. Paul's taut, naked, strapped down body was wet with sweat again. He was twisting and turning in his bondage as best he could to offset the incredible stimulation I knew he was experiencing by having his erection played with.

Paul was on the edge in no time. I had ordered him not to come without my explicit permission. His groans and deep breaths were now audible moans as he tried to keep himself in check. He was squirming in the best tradition of the Corps. I was about to climax myself when the straight razor in my other hand reminded me that there was some crotch shaving to do. I wiped the mixture of oil and precum up and down Paul's shaft. I dried my hand on a towel and firmly took hold of the head of Paul's cock and began to shave the shaft with the other. I got two strokes on his cock shaft when Paul cried out: "Oh please, Sir! I can't control it any more. Please let me shoot, Sir." I put down the razor and squeezed his cock head as tight as I could with one hand while pulling down hard on his ballsac with the other. I kept the pressure on for a minute or two and the combination of pain from his balls coupled with the restriction of his urethra did the trick. Paul relaxed. I told him that I'd be getting him off very soon, but for now he should take this sexual torment like a Marine. He laughed and excused himself for stopping me from the shaving.

I told him that he'd pay for it later and picked up my razor and returned to shaving the still engorged cock shaft. In no time Paul's cock was shaved and even more sensitive to the touch. I used this to my advantage because his scrotum hung very low and shaving it would be easier if I could coax his nuts into a pre-orgasm position. I started slowly milking him again. It didn't take long until Paul's nut sack started contracting. As it contracted, I'd pull his nuts to the bottom of the sack and shave. This had the dual effect of prolonging Paul's orgasm while helping me to get a very clean shave. The shaving didn't take very long and in no time I was dousing Paul's crotch with alcohol. I enjoyed his wincing against the liquid's sting followed immediately by his reaction to feeling a breeze where he had never felt one before.

It was time to turn our mutual attention from stimulating one area of this muscular body to working on another. Throughout all of the cock-centered ordeal, Paul's tits were being sucked up into the suction cups I'd attached to his pecs. By now they were sure to be huge, swollen, sensitive terminals ripe for my purposes. In order to get Paul's attention from his burning, throbbing still fully erect cock back to his tits, I gave both cups a very light squeeze. Paul's mouth dropped, his eyes closed and he gave out a long, deep, tormented moan. He realized at that moment that it was all just beginning, not about to end. When he opened his eyes, I was smiling down at this handsome Marine and said: "Ready or not -- here come your tits, Marine."

"Ready, Sir" came the reply.

I pulled on the suction cups, pulling them straight out from his chest. Paul's pecs rose in response to the pulling, but the suction cups held their grip. I continued with a firm pulling motion away from his chest until in quick succession both cups popped off almost simultaneously. Paul gave out a short shriek -- not so much from any pain, but from the relief. His tits were incredibly pumped up. They stood out at least an inch (maybe a little more) from his pecs and the shaved area around each one set them off perfectly. I had to step back for a moment to admire it all. He was quite a sight. Paul was looking in amazement at this new area of stimulation. Were they really his tits? His dick gave an involuntary spasm -no doubt in delightful anticipation of what these two new sexual knobs were capable of - in the hands of a man who knew how to use them. I did!

I wasted no time in demonstrating the potential of these two sex knobs by gently rolled them between the thumb and forefinger of both hands. Paul put his head back and groaned approval. I increased the pressure on the two highly sensitive and vulnerable nipples until Paul was writhing in agony - not ecstasy. His cock was dripping precum and jumping wildly in response to the stimulus now being applied to his tits. I dug my thumb nails into the nipples' pumped-up shafts. Paul cried out finally -- "Please, Sir...Please!" I gradually let up on the pressure.

Both nipples, still very swollen, were bright red and super-sensitive. I bent over him and started licking at the tortured nips. Then I started sucking each one in turn. Finally I nibbled and chewed on them. Paul's cries were getting louder and his breathing was a series of gasps between the bites. I stopped the torture. I reached for the suction cups and put them back in place with a strong suction. What this did was to pump blood back into deflated cells that had just been tortured for 15 minutes. All the pain receptors that had gone numb were now instantaneously reactivated.

The effect this had on Paul was immediate. His cock shot straight out from his belly in spasm after spasm. The trussed up Marine shot a steady stream of pure white hot slave cum over his chest and onto his face. His throbbing erection even propelled two volleys right over his head. This boy was drained - or so he thought. I massaged his cock, coaxing the last drips of cum from deep within. After his penis began to relax, I rubbed the cum he'd exploded into his chest hairs and then wiped it off his face and had him lick my hands clean. This restrained leatherneck was in seventh heaven. I reminded him that he had not had my permission to ejaculate. He looked up at me with a soft expression of mixed guilt and ecstasy. I didn't forgive him.

About the Author

Frank is an X-ARMY Officer - Major (MACV/SOG) and one of the original founders of The 15 Association in San Francisco. He was a member of Chicago Hellfire during the late 70's and early 80's. He has previously published pieces in DungeonMaster, Drummer & Cuir.

Frank is presently unattached and living in San Diego, California. His favorite things in life include, a good cigar (Maduro wrapper - 42 or better Ring size), nude Beaches and the care and training of muscular male slaves.