Fuck!

The Party

I spent the entire week thinking about what Frank had said. Again and again I replayed his words in my head; a party… make sure your schedule is cleared… 

From the sound of it, it's not going to be a short affair…

I hit the gym especially hard this week and even go for an extra 6 mile run, Friday afternoon. Subconsciously, I think I want to look my best, to feel just a little bit ‘prepared’… because I have really no idea of what to expect… Besides from what has become pretty obvious by now, when it comes to Frank and Rob’s plans… 

Saturday comes along, and I end up spending most of the day getting ready; I shower and douche thoroughly, and shave just about every inch of me - being even more consistent than usual. 

I know that Frank and Rob like my skin smooth and soft, so I make sure to use a skin-oil from top to bottom.

As I massage the oil into my skin, my hands begin to wander, and almost without realizing it, I’m paying special attention to my butt... For a moment I completely forget my carefully planned out routine, as my hands linger, savoring the smoothness of my firm behind. My thoughts take me somewhere else… Somewhere deep down.

I’m suddenly pulled back to reality by the pinch of the chastity cage, as it slowly tightens its grip around my aroused member. The pain makes me curl forward, and I have to concentrate hard to think of something else, with the opposite effect… It takes me a moment.

I watch the steel device sway gently between my legs. I stare down at it and bite my lip, letting out a small sigh. Even in their absence, Frank and Rob are calling the shots…

I look up at my reflection in the mirror. I turn to get a full view of myself. I'm pretty pleased with how I look, and besides the odd looking metal piece, dangling from my crotch, I look hot - I think to myself.

I continue on to wash and exfoliate my face.

I’ve added a couple of extra steps to my skincare routine just for the hell of it… I definitely wanna look my best… but part of the reason is also to keep myself distracted from the mysterious event that's only a few hours away. Frankly, at this point, my mind is overflowing with questions …

It's about to happen isn't it… shit! Am I really going through with this…? 

Will there be a lot of people at the party?  Shit! I’m really in over my head aren’t I…? Fuck!

Maybe I’ll like it…? 

Oh god, what do they have planned for me? Oh fuck… Do I have a choice? Oh fuck…  why is it making me so hot…? Aw! That fucking metal cage…

Shit, I can’t do this!

I take a deep breath and try my best to push the thoughts away. My growing nervousness isn't helped though, by the fact that I have no idea what to wear…

What’s the dress code for a bdsm-party anyway? Will I even be wearing clothes…!? 

After quite a few wardrobe changes, I eventually settled for a nice but casual look; a pair of dark chinos, a short sleeved burgundy shirt, and a pair of stylish leather shoes - which I bought for a special occasion… and this seems as good an occasion as any.

The whole outfit feels easy enough to slip out of, but I still think it gives off the impression that I made an effort. All around it works pretty well, I think to myself. 

I have one last look in the mirror for finishing touches and minor adjustments. I put on a wrist watch and look at the time - it's way too early.

I proceed to wait, walking around my apartment, impatient for any word from Frank or Rob.

It's a couple of minutes past six when I finally get a text on my phone. It's from Frank…

The text is message is short and to the point:

Pickup in one hour.

The alley behind your place.

Leave your phone at home.

As I read the words, I feel my heart begin to race. In an hour they're actually gonna pick me up… and take me to some undisclosed location… To a sex party… It’s actually about to happen! I have to take a deep breath to try and calm myself down.

I don’t really know what to expect, and it's obviously making me nervous… but the uncertainty works both ways… and I can feel that it’s getting me excited too.

It’s a party… Which obviously means there will be other people there… Probably with the same ‘interests’ as Rob and Frank… Oh, shit! Are they expecting me to have sex with all of…!? 

I pause at the thought. 

Ever since Frank and Rob forced their way into my life I haven't been with anyone else.. I’m not quite sure how I feel about it... 

For sure, part of me is very nervous… It's especially the idea of a bunch of complete strangers and the lack of insight into what they expect of me… So why the hell do I find it so alluring too…!? 

The thought of being used in front of others, having them watch as I am reduced to an object... I feel it stirring up something inside me… I can feel it’s turning me on…

Lots of things could go wrong though… I hesitate… But Frank and Rob will be there at least, looking out for me - I reason with myself. They are the lesser of two evils… Or rather, that's what I'm counting on!

A quarter to seven, I turn off my phone and leave it on the dresser.

I lock the door to my apartment, and head downstairs out the front of the building. Out on the street, I turn the corner and continue, walking down the alleyway. I'm constantly looking over my shoulder, but I can't really tell why I feel the need. Maybe I'm just nervous…

As I head down the alley, I spot a black SUV parked at the furthest end of the narrow passage. As I approach, I notice that the windows are tinted.

The rear door opens and a man steps out. I don't recognize the car, but it only takes me half a second to spot that the man by the car is Rob - Judging by his build and movement. It reassures me somewhat. 

From a distance I notice that the license plate is covered over with what looks like a black plastic bag. It strikes me as a bit odd, but I keep walking.

I stop at a respectful distance from Rob. I look over at him. He is wearing a mask, colored deep-red, that covers most of his face. Two horns on each side crown the top of it, giving off the appearance of a devil or demon. It looks a little creepy… I'm pleased however that the rest of him is more attractive.

Rob is wearing a well fitted dark suit and shirt, with a burgundy tie that almost matches the color of the shirt I’m wearing. He looks good.

“Good evening master” I greet him politely, in a soft voice. 

“I hope you’re feeling better?”

Rob nods at me, then opens the door to the backseat. He holds it open as he gestures to me to get in.

As I climb inside, I notice Frank sitting in the driver's seat. He’s looking directly ahead, and doesn’t turn around. 

For a moment I consider saying hello, but in the end I opt to stay quiet…

The back of the SUV is spacious. The seats are covered with dark leather that both looks and feels brand new. As I look around the interior of the car, I catch a glimpse of Rob through the rear window, as he removes the cover from the license plate. He throws away the black plastic, then gets in the backseat next to me, and promptly shuts the door.

He turns to me and looks me up and down.

“Are you ready for tonight?”  Rob's question isn’t out of politeness… What he’s actually asking me is if I’ve gone through my routines.

“Yes sir” I answer back quickly, letting him know that I understand his hidden message.

“Did you remember to leave your phone at home?”

“Yes, master”

“Good, slave. Take off your clothes…”

I’m a little disappointed by Rob's order, but I do as instructed, and begin to strip off my carefully selected outfit.

Moments later I'm sitting naked on the leather seat, I rest my hands in my lap, timidly covering the chastity cage. Then I gather up my clothes and shoes, and place them in a plastic bag Rob hands to me.

Rob then leans down and retrieves a bag from under the seat. I know what's about to happen before even realizing it. 

Rob unzips the bag, then pulls out two sets of black cuffs, a pair for my hands and one for my ankles, along with a leather neck collar. As he begins to outfit me, I notice the similarity to the ones I wore for my ‘movie debut’ - minus the kitty-mask.

As he tightens each cuff, He locks a small padlock onto each strap - ensuring that they can’t be opened at random. Rob touches me on my shoulders, and I turn my body obediently. He places my wrists behind my back, then locks them together.

Rob finishes off by pulling out a rubber ball gag, followed by a leather blindfold. I instinctively open my mouth, without him even asking, and lean my head in towards him. He places the rubber ball in my mouth and fastens the straps at the back. He then places the blindfold over my eyes and slips the flexible band over my head. The leather cover sits tightly over my eyes, leaving only the tiniest visible crack at the bottom. 

Rob clears his throat. Out of sheer reflex, I sit myself up straight, and at full attention.

“So, we’re gonna have a lot of fun tonight. The party we’re going to is hosted by a friend of ours. There will be lots other of masters there… and other slaves…”

That last bit of information comes as a surprise… I don't really know why, ‘cause it seems obvious that I probably wouldn't be the only submissive there. But it gets me thinking - are they there out of their own free will, or are they in a similar ‘complicated’ situation as me?

My breath feels heavy as I listen to Rob explain the rules of the evening they have planned for me. He begins;

“For the entire party, the following rules apply slave: 

#1, You are not allowed to look at anyone. Your eyes are on the ground at all times.

#2, You are not allowed to speak, unless given specific instructions to do so.

#3, You are not allowed to touch or engage with anyone, unless given specific permission.

#4, Others are allowed to touch you, but only with permission from us. If ordered to, you will allow them to use you in any way they see fit.

#5, You are forbidden from closing your mouth and your legs completely”

“Do you understand the rules, slave...?”

I immediately comply, spreading my legs apart.

“Yeff, ‘ir” I mumble through the ball gag.

“Good… Lie down on the seat”

I hesitate, a little unsure of what position he wants me in… But Rob simply pushes me over with a hand. I land on the seat, with my butt facing towards him. Rob feels out my hairless ass and spreads it open. It becomes clear that he’s just making sure I’m clean shaven.

“Good, slut…”

“Now, sit up straight!”

I get back up with some difficulty… 

Rob's hand reaches in between my legs and I quickly part my thighs for him in response. I can feel his fingers pinch the short hairs of my crotch, that are poking out in and around the chastity piece.

“I guess we didn't specify ‘everywhere’…  fair enough. We’ll take care of that after we arrive”

Then Rob stops talking.

I test the cuffs, pulling on them gently… there's no way I'm slipping out of them. I suck on the rubber ball as the first stream of saliva begins to trickle down my chin.

A moment later Frank starts the car and we drive off.

I sit very still for the entire car ride. I’m not really sure how long we’re driving, over an hour maybe... 

There isn’t much talk between Rob and Frank, and I too am staying as silent as possible. There's nothing to do except to wait. No sounds but the noise of the car and the surrounding traffic. Eventually my thoughts begin to drift, and I zone out.

I start thinking about the night it all started, what I had felt, and where I am now. Even though it's only been a few months… It's been quite the journey. 

…

As the car slows down and comes to a stop, I’m suddenly pulled back to reality.

I listen. The only sounds are coming from within the car; Seat belts unfastening… A front door opening and closing. The movement of Rob's heavy frame as he gets out of the car… The sound of the door being slammed shut.

I can hear Frank and Rob’s muffled voices outside. Then silence…

For a while I’m left alone in the car, clueless as to where I am and what is going on, naked and bound, and anxiously waiting for anything to happen…

The evening is about to begin!

The car door suddenly opens wide. The cool evening air rushes in filling up the space around me. The sensation of changing temperatures leaves me feeling even more naked than before. Hands reach in and grab hold of me by the neck… There’s a sharp click as a leash is clipped onto the ring of my collar. Then a single command.

“Out!”

For a moment I feel reluctant to leave the relative safety of the car, but the stark command is soon followed by a forceful pull on the leash, and I have no choice but to comply. 

As I stumble out of the car, my bare feet meet the cold jagged surface of a gravel covered driveway. The cool breeze kisses my naked body, giving me goosebumps. As my skin contracts further, I feel my nipples grow hard.

The leash is pulled again and I stumble blind and helpless in the direction it’s leading me.

As we move further away from the car, I’m suddenly gripped by the realization that I’m walking outside, completely naked and in plain view… 

The desire to get into cover quickly surpasses any fear of hitting something or falling, and I follow the tug of the leash skipping all too eagerly across the gravel behind my two masters.

The driveway seems to cover a large area, and I walk several painful yards across the rough gravel, before my feet touch anything else.

“Careful here” 

It’s Frank's voice.

I presume it is also his hands that move in and take hold of my arm... I lean into his grip and  carefully extend my right foot. My toes touch the first step of a stone staircase leading down.

Rob and Frank guide me down the steps, and I get the sense that I’m being led into the basement of a house. The sound of a door opening confirms my suspicion.

As I walk through the doorway, the change in temperature is the first thing I notice, alongside a change in footing, as the cold stone is replaced by the warm feel of heated floor tiles.

I continue walking forward, aimlessly, behind Frank and Rob, who lead me further into the basement. I crave for some sort of explanation as to where we're headed, but the two of them aren’t talking. 

The obvious handicap of being blindfolded, the restriction of the leash and bindings, combined with the unfamiliarity of the house, fuels my growing uneasiness.

On top of that, the relative silence of the basement is periodically broken by strange noises coming from upstairs.

The sounds are too far away to make out clearly, but it sounds like they’re being made by a lot of people. My mind begins to race, and I’m starting to feel a little anxious… What are we doing down here? Where are they taking me!?

Suddenly, a set of different noises attract my attention. It sounds like deep, muffled grunts… I listen carefully… someone is moaning.

The sounds grow louder. Someone is speaking… Then a loud smack, as a whip hits bare skin. It's immediately followed  by an even louder painful grunt. The sound is coming from somewhere in the basement… 

Are we meeting someone down here!? 

My legs feel shaky, and when we finally stop at a door, my heart is pounding uncontrollably. My palms feel sweaty and I catch myself frowning from distress, underneath the tight fitting leather blindfold. 

A door is opened wide and I’m pulled inside by the leash.

The floor tiles feel different. The room is warm and damp, and the air smells of soap. I listen for any sounds of people, but quickly conclude that we are the only ones in the room. 

I hear the door close behind me.

A moment later the leash is unclipped from my collar. Then my blindfold is removed. I open my eyes slowly to discover that I’m standing inside a large bathroom - or at least that’s what it looks like at first glance… 

The room is very spacious, and as I look around it begins to more closely resemble a locker room than a bathroom. I notice a row of showerheads towards the far end that look like they've been used recently. Three mirrors hang above a red marble countertop with three sinks, on the wall to my right. A row of wooden lockers, some locked, others open, line the opposite wall, just next to the door.

As my eyes fully adjust to the light, I notice more details... Placed at intervals are five or six sturdy metal rings hanging from the wall of the shower, bolted in place. I quickly notice others that are suspended from the ceiling - they don’t look like they’re for hanging towels. I continue to check out the room, but my analysis is cut short when I suddenly hear Rob’s deep voice from behind me…

“Go sit there!”

An arm extends past me, and a finger points me in the direction of the marble sink. I walk over, but turn my head back at him midway, to confirm that it’s actually where he wants me. 

“On the table…” He confirms.

I walk up to the edge of the sink and attempt to get on top, but the marble counter is just out of my reach…

After a couple of failed attempts, Rob loses patience with me. He walks over, grabs hold of me by the waist, and then lifts me up with his strong arms… It’s a little intimidating just how effortlessly he does it!

Rob lowers me onto the marble surface next to the sink, with my back against the hanging mirror. He spreads my legs apart, holding me by the ankles, and places both of my feet on the countertop. My crotch is front and center with my caged up cock right in the middle of it all.

Frank walks over. His clothes are a murky gray, with a dark colored waistcoat - it has a green tint to it. An inky black mask dorns his face. Its surface is a twisted swirl of patterns, and somehow it's even more unnerving than Rob's creepy devil-mask.

I watch him carefully as he pulls out a small key from his right pocket and proceeds to unlock the chastity cage. It’s a relief to be freed, having worn the uncomfortable thing for a week straight. 

Frank slides the device off me. He then collects the metal pieces and places them in his pocket.

I glance over at Rob who is busy elsewhere, seemingly looking for something. He opens a cupboard and retrieves an electric trimmer, a razor and some other items. He returns, and stops just in front of me, placing the items by the sink.

I recall what Rob said in the car… Is he going to shave me?

Rob stands tall, just in front of me. The red devil-mask stares back unnervingly. He looks me up and down as his hands run over my thigh to my cock and the short hairs covering the area around my crotch. Drool is dripping from my lips down my chin. I try to swallow, but the gag is making it difficult.

There’s a loud buzzing noise as Rob turns on the trimmer. Then he gets to work. 

He trims away the longer hairs, with smooth passes with the trimmer, staying close to the skin. Rob holds my flaccid cock with his free hand making sure it doesn't get in the way - or maybe that's just an easy excuse to feel me up... 

Rob looks oddly concentrated as he continues to trim the hairs of my crotch, and the whole thing would be almost funny, if it wasn't for his creepy-ass mask.

When he’s finished, Rob puts down the machine. He steps over to the sink and wrings out a small towel. He then places the hot damp cloth over my crotch - just like a barber would do to prepare the skin for shaving. Rob retrieves a bottle of shaving cream from one of the lockers and removes the towel.

With the palm of his hands, Rob foams up the mixture thoroughly, before smearing it all over me in a thick layer. The razor glides effortlessly across my skin, as he gets rid of the last remaining stubble, rinsing the blade out between each pass. 

I sit completely still, partly out of fear of being cut, but to my relief Rob is being pretty careful, as he works his way around my limp member. Rob moves on to shaving my balls, pulling and lifting me to get in everywhere. He finishes off by shaving the hairs on my stomach, then wipes me clean with the towel. 

“All done” He remarks, admiring his own work. Frank gives a nod in approval. 

Rob traces the path of the razor with his fingers, before adding a couple of squirts of lotion, which he massages gently into the freshly shaven area. 

His focus gradually shifts from moisturizing to playing with my cock, which is already halfway erect. It looks and feels even more exposed than before. 

I feel my blood rushing to my crotch as Rob grips me with his hand and begins to stroke me. He stares at me intensely as he jerks me off with ever growing tenacity.

I look over at Frank, who’s watching us from a few feet away. He stands there attentively for a few moments, then moves closer until he’s standing just next to Rob. 

Frank leans in and wets two fingers with the drool coming off my lips, then he moves his hand downwards in between my legs. I breathe out loud as the first of his thick digits slides inside me. With his free hand he holds my leg open, then continues and slides a second finger inside my tight cavity. 

I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations… It's been a while since both of them had me at the same time - It feels nice being the focus of their attention.

How would I feel if more hands were to suddenly join in? 

This is just a warm-up I tell myself. I know full well that my two stern masters won't let me cum just yet… Even so, I quickly surrender to their touch and it isn't long before my slutty moans fill up the room. 

For a second I wonder If others can hear me, outside in the hallway. Maybe someone is being dragged past the door at this very moment, just as I was - tied up and blindfolded, helpless and confused. Do they also feel intimidated by the strange noises of the basement..? Or does it turn them on to listen in? 

“MMhh Ah mmmh…”

The fun is short lived. As I predicted, I'm not allowed to climax, and after some more teasing and fingering of my attention-starved cock and ass, Frank and Rob eventually lose interest and stop.

My erect cock bounces up and down as they help me off the countertop.

I look down at my crotch. My cock looks bigger with all the hair gone, but it honestly looks a little weird to be clean shaven like this… But apparently my two masters are into it, and I guess my front now matches my back… or rather, ‘my behind’.

I’m still glancing at my hairless crotch, as Rob abruptly turns me towards him. He has a small metal disc in his hand. It’s a bright gold color and has something written on it… a number maybe? It happens too fast for me to be sure. Rob’s hand disappears underneath my chin and attaches it to the ring of my collar.

Maybe it's a tag that shows I belong to them..? The thought makes me feel strangely proud.

After that, it’s time to move on. Frank clips the leash back onto my collar. Then he and Rob lead me out of the shower room and back out into the hallway.

I'm only now getting a real sense of the scale of the house - it’s big, really big. The hallway continues for a bit until we come to the foot of a staircase that leads up from the basement.

We walk down another hallway, then we stop in front of a large double door. I can hear loud voices and music coming from inside, coupled with other… more ‘exotic’ sounds.

Frank and Rob turn a doorknob, and almost simultaneously, open up the doors to the noise and commotion. They pull me behind them through the door. The sight that meets me leaves me almost in shock… 

All over the large room are clusters of men, maybe 30 or 40 guys in total, in varying states of undress. Some are completely naked, or dressed in fetish gear, while others are wearing suits and look like they could be attending a cocktail party. Wide-eyed I watch them from a distance.

Most of the men look to be older, early forties to mid fifties - judging by the sea of gray and silver hair (or complete lack of hair in some cases). 

Most of the men are wearing masks, like Rob and Frank, and it’s pretty apparent that it's the mark of the masters.

Except for the masks and the age median, the crowd of men looks otherwise pretty varied, coming in almost all sizes and shapes - some fit, some not, and a lot in between.

I notice that a fair few of the masters are engaged with a dozen or so, mostly younger men, not too dissimilar from myself. All of them are naked and bound or restrained in some way. The masters gather eagerly around, as they take turns. 

The noise and commotion of the scene take up all of my senses.

We’ve stopped just inside of the door. Frank talks to Rob… He mentions something about there being a few newcomers… I’m not really paying attention. There’s so much going on that I’m struggling to take it all in…

Rob suddenly steps away, and I’m left alone with Frank, who continues to hold me firmly tethered to him.

As I continue to look around the room, I notice that a few of the masked faces in the crowd have noticed our arrival and are staring back at me. It’s making me nervous.

I take a small step closer to Frank. More and more eyes stare back at me from behind their cold, masked facades.

My face is turning red from the embarrassment. I look at Frank, but he isn’t in a hurry to move. I’m forced to stand naked and bound in the middle of the room. Drool is running from my gagged mouth, my bald crotch and cock exposed for everyone to see… 

Frank has noticed my reaction, but instead of letting me hide, he suddenly grabs hold of me by my collar and arms. He holds me in a steel grip out in front of him, exposing me even further to the gaze of the voyeuring men. My face burns bright red and my knees feel weak. Frank is enjoying himself. The men in the crowd stare intensely, as he turns and twirls me around before them. I feel their hungry eyes all over me.

Then out of the corner of my eye I notice three men approaching.I soon realize that they’re headed towards us, and as they come closer I hear them talking about me. One of them, a slender man wearing only boxers and a fox-mask, looks me directly in the eyes. I return his gaze, until I remember Rob’s instructions. My eyes shoot to the floor.

The three men approach Frank. I glance at the other two masked men… a Ram and a Monkey.

“Hi there… mind if we say hello to your pet… We spotted him from across the room… don’t think I’ve seen him around before?”

“Not at all… Go ahead “ Frank answers back… way too fast for my taste.

“He can be a little shy, but don’t worry about that” He smiles deviously at the men. 

I turn my head in surprise and stare at Frank, completely flabbergasted by how nonchalantly he offers me up… Then I look frightened back at the three strange animals. 

I try to swallow the lump in my throat, but the ball gag makes it difficult.

The three strangers don't allow me much time to feel surprised, before they move in around me, coming way too close for comfort.

Fox extends his hand towards me… He goes straight for my crotch! I try to move away but to no avail. Within seconds my cock is jerked back and forth, all the while Fox glares directly into my eyes. I feel a hand come up and grab my ass from behind, it's Ram. Monkey joins in soon after. Their fingers dig into my skin, and I clinch up from the surprise over the unexpected groping.

Fox continues to stroke my cock. His fingers latch on to my collar and pull me in towards him. I see him looking at the metal tag. I jump as a finger grazes the inside of my butt cheek, and continues inward. 

Soon, I’m overwhelmed by sensations.

I try to send Frank a desperate plea for help, but he just watches me stand there at the hands of the three strangers, who leave no part of me untouched.

Ram pushes a dry finger up against my hole. I let out a small gasp through the gag, as his finger begins to massage the outside of my tight opening. Then he slides it all the way inside me.

Monkey gropes my chest from behind. He rubs my nipples, then he squeezes them hard between his fingers.

I grunt and protest through the ball gag, but it triggers almost no reaction, besides from adding to the excitement from the three men… 

“Mmm, he really is a little shy haha…” Fox teases. “So… where did you find this little cutie?” he asks, without refraining a second from what he’s doing.

"Oh we have our ways" Frank replies and smiles deviously.

I’m at the mercy of the three strangers, who feel me up without restraint. It’s completely overwhelming to have so little control. It’s almost too much to handle… So why is it starting to feel so good? 

I feel myself surrender a little bit with each passing moment, and I’m starting to lean into their touch, ever so slightly. I am rock hard at this point.

I open my eyes and meet Frank's gaze. He’s eating me up with his eyes. I close my eyes again, as my breath begins to deepen… Then I’m suddenly jolted awake!

“So… How about letting us borrow your pet for a more intimate session later - just the four of us?” My eyes are almost popping out of my head

“Mmmfffff!!” I shun in terror as the three animals grin and smirk at me.

Desperate, I turn to Frank, with fear painted all across my face. He looks back at me, seemingly considering the question. It feels like he’s taking way too long to answer…

But eventually he does, I sigh with relief. 

“I’m afraid we’ll have to pass on a private scene…” 

“He is already spoken for” 

Frank looks to Fox and sends him a look.

“Oh, I see…” Fox replies, then grins. “Some other time perhaps… See you around #14”

I’m not sure what to make of the exchange between Frank and the stranger, although I feel a bit relieved as the three men slowly pull their hands back, and return me to Frank. 

Who is #14? Did he mean Frank? No… 

Now I realize what he meant… The metal tag Rob gave me… It’s a numbertag! They aren’t showing everyone that I belong to them… It’s the opposite. They’re diminishing me even further… To an object… a number.

I am #14! 

I’m left a little dismayed by the experience, but Frank seems indifferent and overlooks me completely. He’s looking at something in the distance. Then he casually pulls on my leash and starts walking.

“Come along”

Frank leads me across the room, past the different groups of masters and their slaves. 

One particularly loud group of men catches my attention. A small crowd stands in a circle around a young guy, roughly my age. He’s bent over the back of a chair, with his arms and legs tied down. 

The slave grunts and cries through a bite gag, as he receives several forceful blows, during what looks to be a lengthy spanking - judging by the bruises forming across his buttocks. The onlookers clap and cheer loudly each time a particularly har blow lands on the slaves bright red ass. It looks very painful, but I’m at a loss as to how much of the exchange is consensual… 

As we pass by, I notice a similar tag to mine, dangling from the slaves collar. #8… 

My eyes continue to dart back and forth, from scene to scene, as Frank leads me through the busy room. Curious, I analyze all of what I encounter - While still being very careful not to let Frank see me violate the first rule of the evening.

As we approach the far side of the spacious room, it becomes apparent what Frank had spotted from across the crowd. Fixed to the floor, almost opposite the entrance, I spot a matching pair of wooden pillories - one occupied, the other empty.

The occupant of the first one is on his knees, his hands and neck are locked in the wooden frame. He's wearing a black hood over his head. 

He doesn't move a muscle, not even as Frank and I stop right next to him.

Frank opens the frame of the empty pillory and orders me forward and on my knees. I glance at the guy next to me and mimic his posture. Frank unlocks my hands from behind my back, and moves my arms into place. 

The frame has two holes for the hands and a larger cutout for the neck. I ease myself into position. The wooden frame feels hard pressed up against me like this, but it has a smooth finish and doesn't feel too uncomfortable against my skin.

Frank closes the pillory around my neck, leaving me just the tiniest amount of space to turn my head. My hands too feel securely locked in their slots, but as an added measure Frank fixes my cuffs to the frame as well. I watch him closely as he circles around me, enjoying the sight of his constrained and defenseless slave.

Then Frank's hands come up from behind me. He slides a blindfold on me and settles it in place over my eyes. A moment later the strap of the ball gag is loosened and pulled away. I move my jar up and down. It’s a little sore from being forced open all that time.

The rules of the evening are still very fresh in my memory, but I’m actually a little afraid to keep my mouth open.

Then I hear Frank’s deep commanding voice just next to me “Open your mouth!” 

I have no say in the matter… 

As I do as instructed and slowly part my lips. Then I sense someone step in front of me. A moment later a thick, semi-hard cock pushes against my lips and forces itself into my open mouth. I think it’s Frank, but I realize it's hard for me to tell for sure. The guy slides his meat in and out of my mouth, and I begin to lick and suck him off in response.

Soon enough the identity of the mystery cock is revealed, as Frank starts talking. He's speaking to someone else. I stay focused on my task, feeling even more motivated now that I know it’s him. I’m doing my utmost to please him, but it’s a little harder than usual, since I can't move all that much. 

Then I hear unfamiliar voices. They are coming closer. It sounds like a group of people coming over.

“Mind if I join in?” one guy asks. Frank stops and pulls back slowly.

“Not at all, go right ahead” Frank replies casually. I continue to hold my mouth open, as I await the newcomer.

A different, smaller cock (definitely not Franks), pushes quickly past my lips and all the way into my mouth. It feels rock hard as it enters my mouth. I’m a little taken in by the sudden hasty invasion, and the fact that I’m now sucking off a complete and total stranger… but I nonetheless continue where I left off. Before long I hear the stranger is breathing heavily.

I continue with increasing tenacity as the man's moans grow louder and louder, until he finally shoots his load, pushing himself all the in the back of my throat.

He moans loudly as he jerks off into my open mouth. I quickly swallow his load feeling relieved that it’s over. However, almost as soon as the first guy pulls out of my mouth, another cock takes his place. I have only a second to catch my breath, then the pattern repeats.

I hear more people joining in. It sounds like there are people all around me. 

Over to my right I hear sounds coming from the second pillory. It sounds like the guy in the black hood is in a similar situation as me.

I feel the warm touch of a hard dick as it lands in my hand… 

It takes me a second to realize what's going on, then I grab hold of it. The cock begins to push back and forth, and I tighten my grip slightly to accommodate it.

The same thing repeats on the other side, and soon very soon I'm forced to juggle between three hard and eagerly thrusting cocks, in my mouth and hands. But I'm not done…

Another hard dick is pushed in my face and presses against my cheek.

A hand grabs me by the hair. The guy pulls me off the other cock and moves my head onto his own. Before long my mouth is continually passed on and exchanged back and forth between the various men in front of me. Others turn their attention to the rest of my body.

One hand feels out my crotch and tugs on my balls. Another fondle my half erect cock. Soon a third hand joins in rubbing the inside of my thigh.

My dick is jerked and pulled to an erection while fingers pull and tease my balls. I whimper and flinch as my nipples are pinched and pulled at.

A soft hand slowly moves down my muscular back, feeling out my hips and ass. They are joined short after by a more impatient hand - It wastes no time and goes straight for my ass.

I feel my hole being poked and prodded by several fingers. Then I feel it being lube up. A finger slides in slowly, then a second is added, then a third.

I am overwhelmed by sensations!

I have lost count of how many have been in my mouth, in my ass, or how many loads I’ve swallowed!

Cum is dripping down my chin, as my thoughts are drowned out by the grunting roar of the crowd. The mob of horny men moan and laugh, as they take turn with me, taunting and humiliating me in the process

“Yeah you like that, huh slut!?.. suck it!”

“OOOhhh fuuuck!” 

“AAh-AA” 

“Haha look at this little bitch”

“MMm tighter”

“You wanna go upstairs with me?”

“Tell me you love sucking my cock… say it, slut!”

“Come on, you can take it! Ah yee…”

I can’t stop or control any of it. I have no choice but to surrender, let it happen and hope they won't take too long to finish with me. 

I can’t panic…

I don’t know where Frank is… he might be one of the dozens of cocks that take turn fucking my mouth and hands… or he might be standing off to the side somewhere enjoying the sight of his slave being passed around… Maybe he’s not even here anymore… Maybe he’s gone and left me here, to be fucked and tortured all weekend by the crowd of anonymous men! 

Fuck, I can’t think like that!

I can’t panic… 

I have to accept the situation, and stop trying to process it. 

Just feel and react. 

The smell of men and sex fill my nostrils. Sweat and cum drips from my face, as I lick and swallow up everything the crowd of men demand of me.

I stop thinking and focus on the many sensations in and around me. I feel the smoothness of the men as they glide across my tongue, their throbbing erections between my fingers. I feel them all over me, on my skin and in my holes, I feel their fingers digging in.

I let myself go, as the mass of anonymous hands and fingers jerk and fingerfuck me into oblivion… I jam out to the deep sound of their moans and the taunting laughter, their perverse dialogs and words of encouragement. I grunt, I moan, I gag… my breath is heavy… I am just warm flesh and sounds, as I drift into the deepest corner of my mind... Closer and closer towards the edge.

…

Ah, ah, ah oh fuck! 

Fuck, oh god… I’m so close!

Ah-ah, I’m so close!

I’m gonna…

I feel milliseconds away from orgasm, but I am betrayed and the hands won't let me finish. I feel precum leaking down my shaft. It feels unbearable!

 My pent up lust sends me into a frenzy. I deepthroat any cock within my reach, I jerk my hands until my arms tense up and push my ass onto anyone who wants to stick something inside me - Much to the amusement of the gathering crowd.

Growing more and more desperate I begin to beg…

“MMMhh hrruug-mmhh… Pff-Please maasters! AAH! Pleeease… mmmh… may I cuumm!?” 

The men laugh, but no one responds to my desperate plea. For what feels like an eternity I am edged on, each step towards the edge feels more excruciating than the previous.

I am beginning to think that Frank and Rob have actually left me!

It should terrify me, but in this moment all I can think of is release…

“Aah-aa-haa PLEEEASE!”

I feel a small sense of relief as I hear Frank's voice rise above the noise of the crowd.

“What do you think guys? Should we let the slut cum!?”

The crowd's response is loud, but not overwhelming in my favor.

“... or should we make him beg some more!?”

“Yyeeeaaahh!” The men roar cheeringly.

“You hear that slut. Beg us some more! Beg us to let you cum!”

I try to catch my breath. The words mumble out of me.

“Mmmh… P-Pleasee! Please! Aah… Can I please cuu-uum, ss-sir!?”

“Louder!”

“PLEASE SIR, CAN I CUM!?”

“Tell us what a slut you are! Tell us why you deserve to cum!”

It feels humiliating having to demean myself like this in front of everyone… but I'm past the point of caring.

“PLEASE MASTER!” 

I'm almost shouting out the words. 

“Can this dirty little slut please cuuum!!? Please! I'll do anything you want!”

The crowd of men cheer and grin in response.

I continue begging and pleading… until finally… I hear Frank utter the two words I've been so desperate to hear…

“Cum slut!”

The hand (or hands) that have been edging me so viciously now ramp up their efforts as fingers massage my prostate from the inside. My whole body yearns for it. It's almost painful… 

My whole body cramps and convulses as the orgasm rushes over me. The wooden frame feels claustrophobically tight around me. 

I moan and cry out as I explode onto the floor below in three or four large squirts. 

The men cheer tauntingly all around me, but I’m too zoned out to really notice them. My body feels limp and I collapse onto myself. The pillory, locked tight around me, is the only thing keeping me upright… 

The show is over it seems…

Little by little I sense the crowd of men dwindle and disperse - off to find the evening's next amusement.

I feel completely knackered. I'm dripping with sweat. My face and hands are covered with mutable loads that stick to my cheeks and fingers.

Someone walks up to me and I hear the locking mechanism of the pillory click and crack open. The tight grip of the wooden frame loosens and I am released. I fall back onto my feet. Something soft  lands in my lap - it's a towel. 

“Clean yourself up, and be quick” 

I don't recognize the voice, but I'm happy enough for the gesture. I clean my hands and face the best I can. For a second I'm about to remove the blindfold, but I hesitate and leave in place undisturbed. I wipe down my arms, chest and my groin. I'm not exactly clean, but it feels like a step up.

“Arms behind your back”  the voice is Rob’s. Was he here all along?

I do as instructed and place my arms parallel to each other behind my back. Two sets of hands grab onto me as my wrists are strapped together once again. Then the familiar click of a leash.

“Get up slut” the strange voice commands - Who is he?

I feel a hard pull on my leash leading me forward. I stumble to my feet and begin walking.

With the blindfold covering my eyes and my hands restrained, it feels unnerving having to walk forward... Just before each step I feel myself hesitate a little.

A forceful pull on the tight leash signals me to pick up the pace.

My lack of trust is made all the more present, by the fact that I don’t really know who’s pulling my leash. It might be Rob, or it might be someone else, but I can’t be sure…

Frank had mentioned something about me being spoken for… At the time I just assumed he meant by him and Rob, but maybe he didn’t…

Could the two of them have handed me over to another stranger - just like that? Maybe… seeing what has already transpired, I wouldn’t put it past them…

Who could he be? 

Where am I being taken?

What will he do to me?

My thoughts swirl around my head, but the pace of the person pulling my leash doesn’t allow me time to stop and think about it. 

My mysterious captor leads me through the room and past the various groups.

For a while I succeed in managing to walk blindfolded, but at one point trip over the edge of a rug. It triggers a few laughs from the onlookers, as I stumble trying to find my balance. The tightening leash yanks me to my feet, and we continue moving forward, as the laughter slowly dissipates into the background.

The noise and music of the room roars around me, interrupted only by the loud moans from the participants or taunting laughter and shouts from the onlookers, that pierce the roaring ambience.

I walk on helplessly, without sense of direction, except the one sat by the pull of the leash and the anonymous hand holding it.

There’s a strange feeling growing inside me... What seemed terrifying at the beginning of the evening, now feels almost exciting. With each step I take towards the unknown, I feel myself growing a little bolder. 

Slowly my fear of the unknown is replaced by the excitement of the mystery, and the allure of finding out what my mysterious captor has in store for me… LIttle by little I surrender any sense of agency for myself, and with each dutiful step I take forward, I feel my willingness grow. I don’t know where I’m being taken or what is about to happen, I don’t know who will be there… All I know is that I feel the urge to go along with everything that presents itself to me.

The noise of the main room gradually fades as I’m being led away, by my silent and mysterious captor. 

We eventually stop… down a hallway I think. 

I hear the sound of a door being opened. Then I feel a firm tug on my leash as it leads me into the room. I hear the door shut behind me. 

For a moment I stand surrounded by almost absolute silence. Then my blindfold is removed.

I look around, curious as to where I've been taken, but I try not to move my head too obviously.

I’m in a small library or study of some sort. The room is dimly lit but has a pleasant atmosphere to it. I'm standing on a wide persian rug covering most of the floor in front of a large wooden desk. The room is flanked by bookcases made of dark stained wood. There's a small sofa off to one side, and a large office chair behind the desk. It all looks impressive, even in the faint light.

Suddenly I feel my captor walk up behind me. Before I have a chance to turn around he grabs me by the hair and forces me forward. 

With a strong grip he holds me at arms length and guides me over to the wooden desk in front of us. Using both arms he bends me in over it. His one hand lingers on my head for a bit, holding me down, gesturing for me not to move. 

My captor then walks around the desk and I tilt my head slightly up to catch a glimpse of him. It takes me just a split second to realize it is Rob. I feel a little relieved at the sight of a familiar (masked) face.

I try smiling at him, but Rob isn't paying me any mind… instead he begins to open the drawers of the desk seemingly looking for something. I hear him rummaging through a couple of drawers. Then he finds what he’s after. 

Several bundles of rope are pulled from the drawer one by one and are placed in front of me. Rob closes the drawer and stands back up, grabs one bundle from the desk. He then proceeds to tie me down. My leg jitters as I feel his hands grab hold of my ankle.

Rob pulls my leg slightly to the side, then I feel the ropes wrap around it. A knot is fastened, then the rope is pulled tight. It feels tight as the end of the rope is secured to the leg of the desk. 

Rob walks over to the sofa. I watch him closely as he returns with a pillow in his hand. 

My head is pulled back, as Rob suddenly grabs hold of my collar, from behind, and pulls me up towards him. I instinctively follow suit and stand up. The soft pillow is wedged into the space between my hips and the edge of the desk. Then he lowers me slowly back down.

With the addition of the pillow my position feels a lot less uncomfortable, as Rob guides me into position and adjusts me so I'm lying flat across the tabletop, with my exposed ass facing the door.

Rob isn't finished. Determined he walks over to the opposite side of the desk, and stops just in front of me. Rob unclicks my leash. Then reaches for another bundle of rope, unfolds it, and then traces the end of it through the loop on my collar. I manage to send him a dirty look before he tightens the rope and pulls me downward towards the edge of the desk.

As Rob tightens the rope against the wooden furniture, I feel my body stretch even further, until I’m lying completely flat and prostrated across the desk. With my right leg and neck firmly locked down, my ass is pushed out even further.

Rob proceeds to tie my left leg and runs the cords around the ankle. A knot is tightened, then my lower leg and thigh are placed against each other followed by a series of wraps of the rope around both, that lock them firmly together. I feel Rob’s hands working the rope, it looks and feels very skilled. 

He finishes with a knot. Then my left leg is pulled forward, and tied down. The position leaves me awkwardly straddling the corner of the desk, with my legs far apart and my ass spread wide open. 

I try to move. Besides wriggling a little, I am completely immobile…

Rob goes over his handiwork. He checks the tension of the ropes and makes sure that they’re not too tight against the skin. Then he returns and blindfolds me once again.

Rob wraps the smooth fabric around my head then secures it in a knot at the back. 

Rob pauses… I hear him move around. He pulls open a drawer of the desk. As he steps in close I hear the sound of a buckle jingling.

“I was unsure about gagging you…” 

With his hand, Rob shoves the gag past my lips. I feel him tightening the strap.

“But then I got to thinking about our first time… you tied down on the bed - blind and gagged…”

“Mmmh”

“You remember don't ya...”

Rob steps back for a moment. Then I feel the touch of his fingertips as they graze the skin of my back. His digits move down my shoulders to my arms and wrist which are still securely locked behind my back. The palm of his hand continues the short distance down my lower back and over the curv of my butt. He cups my cheek in his hand and begins to massage it gently. 

Rob then proceeds to explain the capricious situation I find myself in…

“Mmh I do like having you like this…” he begins. It’s not hard to sense the deep note of sexual tension in his voice. 

“... All tied up and helpless… Just begging for it”

I listen carefully from my exposed position. 

Rob continues to massage my ass, slapping it with his big hand. I can feel myself slowly getting turned on.

“Mmh-ah mm” 

I’m starting to get really what he’s doing, when Rob suddenly shifts his tone of voice…

“Unfortunately…” he remarks “I’m not the one who’ll be having you this time…”

I jolt my head with surprise, but am immediately stopped by the restraint of my collar.

“Hhmff!?” 

I struggle against the tight bindings, but the futility of it makes it almost pathetic. Rob grabs a fistfull of my hair and continues in a devious voice.

“You see, you have a very resourceful admirer, who’s just dying to see you…”

“Hhah…mmffg” 

My heart is pounding in my chest.

“...And tonight is the night where you two finally go on your big date”

I lie completely still. Frozen. As Rob continues to instruct me.

“I’m sure he’s got lots of plans for you… So you better make sure that he’s satisfied, slut. Don’t forget what we’ve taught you!”

Rob suddenly lets go of my hair and moves away. He then returns and steps in close to me. I make a small grunt as a couple of lubed up fingers push themselves in between my parted buttcheeks. 

“Mmfff”

His fingers slide up and down the crack with a few passes, then a single digit is pushed inside my tight cavity. I feel his breath against my skin, and as he begins to finger me, Rob whispers into my ear.

“I’ll be watching you, so don’t dissapoint slave.”

“Mhhm pweaf ‘ir” 

Rob pushes his finger deep inside of me a couple of times.

“Mmh..mmff” 

Then he retrieves his hand.

Rob gets up and I hear him walk around the desk. I hear the sound of a drawer being pulled out completely, and then placed on the desk with a loud thump. Then Rob walks away.

“Mmff… ‘Wvob… pweeaf…!

A moment later I hear the door shut, then the sound of a key turning in the lock.

 “‘Uuck…”

I am left alone to ponder my situation, in the dark. I feel the tension of the ropes around my limps, as I’m gripped by the fear of what’s about to happen and the terror of being so vulnarable and exposed.

It feels like deja-fucking-vu…