I asked Billy to introduce one of his friends to our scenes just to see how it would go down, and whether it was something I wanted to get into on a more regular basis. Quite frankly, part of me realized that unless I was willing to get more deeply into bondage and group scenes that I would eventually lose Billy. That was not a chance I was willing to take.

On my next trip to Quantico, when I entered Billy’s apartment, I was met at the door by another Marine He was tall, ramrod straight, well muscled, had high and tight blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. In his well tailored uniform, complete with MP duty belt with pistol, baton, handcuff case and walkie talkie, he looked like a recruiting poster come to life. His name was Richie, and he was a Corporal just starting his second four year hitch in the Corps. He worked under Billy and was clearly cut from the same cloth.

The first thing Richie did when I entered was to hand me a note from Billy. The note simply said that I was to treat Richie the way I would Billy - to obey him without question and just “go with it.” I reached for the collar on the table, and handed it to Richie and knelt in front of him as a sign of my submission. I didn’t know if Richie actually knew who I was and what I could do to him, both in the Corps, and simply by completely fucking up his world with my bare hands, not to mention blow his head off at 750 meters! I hoped that he understood that submitting to him was not from weakness, but rather from the strength of my love for, and trust in, Billy. Apparently he must have heard a lot about me, because he seemed less sure of himself than he should have been, but he did manage to lock the collar on me, putting the key on the hook by the door. It seemed at this point that he regained his composure and found his voice.

Richie ordered me to place my hands behind my head, and he brought them down behind my back one at a time as he snapped his handcuffs on me. Despite my commitment to Billy, this just set my libido into overdrive, and all I wanted to do was take Richie’s cock in my mouth and give him the best blow job he had ever had, or would have, in his entire life! He had other ideas, and I soon learned that this was to be the beginning of my advanced education.

The next thing Richie did was to pull my jacket down over my arms to my waist, which forced my arms closer together behind my back. He next ordered me to stand up and he quickly loosened my belt and jerked my pants and skivies down around my ankles and told me to step out of them. My cock was standing at full and rigid attention, and before I knew what was happening, Richie was on his knees and sucking my cock!

I was thoroughly confused and feeling guilty about cheating on Billy. It was one thing for him to lend me to his friend for some bondage and a blow job. It was quite another thing for me to be used in this way to satisfy his friend’s oral fixations! As it turned out, I never got to cum, because Richie wouldn’t let me. He was just teasing me, and it soon became clear that his interests were far darker than a simple blow job. He got off his knees, stood up, got behind me, grabbed me in a headlock and brought me to the floor where I landed on my handcuffed wrists and arms and the handcuffs tightened down so tight that I felt like my hands were being cut off. This was going to be one rough session!

After I was on the floor, Richie rolled me over on my stomach, jerked my arms upward sending even more pain in my wrists and all the way up to my shoulders. He released some of the pressure on my wrists by loosening the cuffs a little bit. Then from somewhere he produced a set of leg irons and snapped them tightly around my ankles. Next came a short length of chain that he locked to the handcuffs and pulled my legs up and locked the other end to the leg irons. He took my skivies and forced them into my mouth and tied my sox together and used them as a gag to keep the skivies in place. Then he left me and went into the bedroom and closed the door.

When he came back out, he was dressed in full leather uniform, complete with Sam Browne belt, and was carrying a heavy looking but short leather sap in his right hand. He came over to me and brought the sap down on my left butt cheek with a sharp crack that sent a pain through me like a bolt of lightening. I let out a muffled scream through the gag, and saw him raising the sap again to take another shot. This brought an involuntary response of me trying to jerk away from it, but this only sent more pain coursing through my ankles, wrists and shoulders. Didn’t matter what I did, there was no escaping the sap, and he whacked me with it again. This was clearly getting a bit out of hand, but there was nothing I could do about it. For the first time in a long time, I felt fear and total helplessness.

After a couple of more swats with the sap, and a few false starts to get me to just simply punish myself by trying to jerk away from it, Richie stopped. He went and got some lotion and soothed the burning sensation I was having on my butt cheeks. His touch was as gentle as his punishments were harsh, and I was really confused and couldn’t figure out whether I enjoyed the punishment or the gentle touch of his hands more. My head was spinning and at this point I began to understand what complete surrender to another human being was all about. But this was just the beginning of my education that night, and I was wondering where Billy was, and why he set up this whole thing. I wasn’t to see him for another two days, during which time Richie brought me more pain and guilty pleasure than I had ever experienced before. Unfortunately, my next lesson would not come until morning because Richie had to report for duty.

He left me face down on the floor, my wrists and ankles still cuffed, gag in place, and left the apartment. He didn’t return until the following morning, walking in the door with an assurance that seemed to be growing by the hour. After about a half an hour, Richie came into the living room, and released me from my cuffs, and told me to take a shower. I was tired, having not slept very much during the night because I couldn’t find a position that didn’t exert some painful pressure on my arms, shoulders or legs. Regardless, I obeyed Richie and could only wonder what the day would bring.

I did manage to jerk off in the shower and relieve some of the sexual tension that seemed to engulf me every time I set eyes on him. With the exception of the brief time he was sucking on my cock, there had been no actual sex involved the previous evening. I thought this was truly strange until I realized at a deeper level that it was all about the exchange of power, not any amount of actual sex. If it’s true that the medium is the message, the message was coming through loud and clear. The sex was to come later, but nothing like I expected.

After showering I dried off and asked Richie what I should wear. He ordered me to my knees, and refastened the handcuffs and leg irons, but did not replace either the gag or the chain between the cuffs. He reached up to the table and brought a bowl of dry cereal that had a raw egg on it, set it on the floor in front of me, and told me to eat. I’d never been fond of corn flakes with milk, never mind dry, and the egg sitting on top with the bright orange yolk staring back at me was just gross. He also set another bowl on the floor that had water in it. He expected me to eat and drink out of the bowls like a dog, and I didn’t move.

He again ordered me to eat and, when I didn’t move, he reached behind me and jerked on the chain of the leg irons. I immediately lost my balance, falling forward, my face landing square in the bowl of cereal and raw egg. When I tried to lift my head, he forced it back down again and said, “When I tell you to eat asshole, you eat!” Needless to say, I ate the crap, first trying to avoid the slimy egg, but Richie would not let me up until I cleaned the entire bowl. He then pushed my head into the bowl of water, and I had two choices, either drown or drink the water.

When I finished, Richie released my head and brought me back up to my knees and told me to stay there. He left me kneeling in that position for what seemed like an hour, while he went and took a shower and changed back into his leathers. When he came back in, he brought me to my feet and led me into the bedroom. There was a new shock awaiting me.

Off in the corner there was a weird contraption that looked like a combination between a church kneeler and two sets of wooden stocks, one at the top and the other protruding from the bottom. Richie ordered me to kneel on the board, lifted the top of the lower stocks, and positioned my ankles in them. He brought the top back down again and padlocked it so I couldn’t open it. Next he released the leg irons and the handcuffs, and told me to lean forward and he put my head and wrists through the upper stocks and padlocked it as well. It was tight on my neck, but not painfully so. I was, however immobilized with my butt hanging out at an angle, and my mouth available at the other end. It was at once restrictive and yet strangely arousing as I imagined what Richie could have in mind. I thought I might at last get to taste his gorgeous cock, or at least be well fucked with it. I got neither.

Richie moved around to my head. I could see his engorged cock standing at rigid attention like a presidential guard. I thought he would ram it in my open and hungry mouth. Instead he shoved a penis gag in there and buckled the strap behind my neck. To make sure it was securely seated, he pinched my nostrils closed until I had to try and open my mouth for air. As I did so, he pushed the gag in as far as it would go and tightened the strap down some more to keep it in place. I could still breathe through my nose, but my mouth was completely filled with the penis shaped gag and I wasn’t able to either breathe or make more than a muffled grunting sound. So much for getting a taste of that cock.

He left me that way for about 15 minutes or so, and was in the closet digging through a box looking for something. When he returned I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was carrying several penis shaped butt plugs of varying sizes, and a can of grease. All at once I was both excited and fearful of what he planned to do with the toys, and disappointed that he didn’t plan to at least fuck me.

Richie greased my hole and immediately inserted one of the butt plugs. It slid in so easily, without any real pain, just a slight pressure. He pulled it in and out a few times before removing it completely. Next came a fatter and longer butt plug, and the same rhythmic routine. Because this one was fatter and longer, there was a little more pain than pressure, but it eased as Richie pulled it out and forced it back in again until I finally got used to its girth and length. Just as I thought that this was going to be enjoyable - I had a raging hard on of my own by then - Richie removed it and immediately thrust a much longer and fatter one in my hole.

There was an explosion of pain that I hadn’t felt since the first time Billy had fucked me when we were just kids. I thought my asshole had been ripped wide open, and it just went on and on. I lost count after about 30 asshole shattering thrusts, and thought I wouldn’t survive it if it went on much longer. Richie pulled it out for the final time, and replaced it with a thrusting vibrator that had multiple up and down and vibration settings. I had never experienced anything like the sensations that coursed through my body, and it wasn’t long before I shot my load. With that, Richie left me with the vibrator still inside of me.

When he returned, he had a leather locking cod piece jock with him that had a sleeve that held a butt plug. He fastened the cod jock on me, put a butt plug in the retaining sleeve, and inserted it in my butt and locked it in place. He checked the locks one more time and just left me in the stocks with a butt plug shoved far up my ass, and left the apartment. I wouldn’t see him again until the next morning.

Because I was so tired from the previous night’s action, it wasn’t long before I drifted off into a restless sleep. I woke up several times with residual pain in my ass, and a desperate need to take a dump and a whiz. I don’t know how long I was out, but it must have been several hours because it was completely dark in the bedroom, My best guess is that I was locked in the stocks for about eight hours, and thought that Richie would be back soon. He didn’t come back until just after I saw light creeping through the curtains on the bedroom window, and I realized I’d been in the stocks for at least 18 hours. I had long given up any idea of being able to hold off relieving my bladder, and I just pissed into the cod jock and let it flow wherever gravity would take it from there. I would have taken a dump if I could have, and tried to force the butt plug out at least a little to allow the release of some built up gas and shit, but it was too firmly planted and I was really beginning to feel pain in my gut. When Richie finally returned, he released me from the stocks and led me to the bathroom where he unlocked the cod jock from around my waist. It was like a missile blasting off as I involuntarily expelled the butt plug from my asshole and took a long and much needed dump.

After I finished, Richie told me to clean myself up and I took a long hot shower. My asshole was still sore from the previous day’s ramming, but the pain was gradually fading. While under the shower and thinking about the whole thing, I got another raging hard on and, knowing that it was unlikely that I’d get to cum later that day, I whacked off in the shower. When I dried myself off, I came into the kitchen where Richie was sitting at the table eating bacon and eggs and drinking a cup of coffee. I hadn’t eaten anything since the previous morning’s bowl of crap I was forced to eat, and I really wanted to dive into the bacon and eggs myself. It was not to be. Like the previous morning, Richie cuffed my hands and ankles and put another bowl of crap in front of me along with another bowl of warm water. I knew better than to protest, and ate from the bowl. It was probably the hunger, but it didn’t taste as bad as it had the day before.

After I finished eating, Richie brought me to my feet and walked me into the bedroom and pushed me to the floor. He again fastened my leg irons to the handcuffs with the short chain and put the penis gag back in my mouth and rolled me over on my right side. I became aroused again, and he reached down and squeezed my balls hard until the pain shot through me like a lightning bolt. He brought out one of the larger butt plugs and jammed it as far up my hole as it would go, and just kept pulling it out and pushing it back in again, not slowly or gently. It was more like being raped by a machine. I lost track of time with the thrusting pain being inflicted on my ass, and didn’t even hear the door open.

My first realization that something had changed was when the thrusting stopped suddenly. I heard a crack like a pistol shot and I saw my friend Billy standing over me, and Richie was on the floor holding a hand to his jaw. He kicked Richie a few times, yelling at him something about having told him not to hurt me. With that, Billy gently lifted me off the floor and removed the handcuffs, leg irons and gag and laid me gently on the bed and put a blanket over me. I was so worn out from two days of torture that I fell asleep immediately for what seemed like hours.

When I woke up Richie was naked and chained on the floor next to the bed, with a hood over his head and a butt plug stuffed up his ass. He had a huge hard on, and I really wanted to take care of it, but knew somehow that this would be a gross betrayal of both Billy and Richie. I didn’t understand their relationship, but I knew enough not to get between them or otherwise interfere with what was going on. I shuffled out to the kitchen, and Billy was sitting at the table eating a sandwich and drinking a beer. He told me to help myself, and I’ve never tasted anything so good as that first beer. I remembered where I was, and immediately went out and put on my collar, but Billy stopped me and told me that we needed to talk man to man, not as Master and Slave.

I sat back down at the table, still totally naked, and opened another beer. Billy questioned me closely about what had gone on the past two days. I related everything as best I could remember it, and assured him that no actual sex had taken place between Richie and me. I thought that would ease his mind, but was surprised when he told me that Richie was married and didn’t enjoy sex with guys, other than to tease them, as he had me that first day, and to lure them into bondage. He was definitely into heavy bondage and torturing his subjects with toys and restraints of all kinds.

Billy told me he had set the whole thing up because I had told him I was willing to explore a little more than what we had together the past few years. He asked me to think about whether I had experienced more pain than pleasure out of the sessions with Richie, and to decide if I wanted to go further down the path to more intense sessions with him and other people. He told me our relationship as Master and slave would not change at all, only be enhanced. With that, he brought the collar and had me kneel down and locked it in place, and I felt a kind of release of all tension, like I had made it back home after a bad storm.

I put on my leather shorts and went about my chores as if the previous two days hadn’t happened. I didn’t pay any attention to Richie still chained up in the bedroom, and it was a couple of more hours before Billy released him and let him go home.

After dinner that evening, Billy asked me if I had thought about what we had discussed earlier about getting into more intense play with him and others. I told him that I trusted him completely, and that if this would bring us closer together I was more than willing. My only conditions were that there could be no permanent damage, no piss or water sports and that he had to personally guarantee my safety. He agreed, and we made plans for my next visit to meet some more of his friends and to come up with a scenario that would more fully introduce me to the next level of bondage in the best way. And that’s how the 36 hour odyssey of pain and pleasure was born.