On the Water's Edge

Between my 16th and 17th birthdays I wasn't quite sure how I had kept my life all together. Perhaps it was just my imagination, and to the outside world I was falling apart, falling deeper into a world I wasn't sure I would be able to escape. It’s funny what one would do for a boy, for “love”, for “like”, for sex. Brian had so easily replaced Adam as my weakness. I spent my weekdays trying to get as much homeschooling done as possible, while my weekends were occupied by Brian, and on occasion Lara. Sometimes we’d smoke weed, sometimes we’d fuck like we did that New Year’s Eve. And we did other things, riskier, dangerous things…

It was the beginning of a long weekend, March 2006. Durban, the land of eternal summer, was hot and humid. The air was thick, and sticky like our perspiring bodies. Even the pool water seemed to be body temperature. Brian had called me the week before and asked me if I wanted to go on a little trip with him, up the north coast, over the long weekend. He knew someone with a house up there, overlooking the ocean. I agreed when he said Lara wouldn't be coming.

FRIDAY

“Hey, are you still in?” he said over the phone.

“Yes Brian, I told you I wouldn't back out.”

“Good, because we’re on our way to get you.”

“I’ll be waiting,” I said smartly and hung up.

It was 4pm and I had already packed my weekend bag in preparation. When I heard the crunch of gravel in the driveway I hurried downstairs to see who it was. I knew it couldn't be my father as he was in Japan on a business trip, and my brothers would be with their respective families, also taking advantage of the long weekend. They hadn’t asked me to join them in the South of France or Mauritius or wherever they were going this time, or what my plans would be. On the inside, I didn’t expect them to care. The age gap and the events surrounding my birth were always things that helped them keep me at a distance. Could I have saved my mother a mere hour after she gave birth to me, I would have. But I couldn’t, and I would always be held accountable for her death. I knew it was completely unfair for them to treat me the way they did, but I couldn't change their perceptions of me. I opened the front door and watched the car come to a halt in front of me. Brian emerged from the passenger side door.

The drive was long and windy and as we drove through the coastal green hills, every now and then a glimpse of the ocean between the trees, or a get at the side of the road, no doubt leading to a mansion with the ocean at its feet. I recognized the area. My father had a friend who lived in one of these houses. I remember the ten-bedroom monstrosity perched on a cliff, the water crashing down below. I was young and it had scared me then, the loud, frothy, blasts for below. I drifted in and out of sleep as the car meandered and finally fully awoke when we slowed down in front of a particularly large, solid gate. The driver spoke into the intercom from his window and the gate slowly began to open. We drove another two minutes a long a tar road, overgrown with jungle, until we reached the house.

It looked surprisingly modern and newly built, despite the wild and unkempt gardens. I got out and stretched while the driver removed our bags from the boot and began walking toward the entrance. He spoke into another intercom, this time attached to a camera, into which we peered. The door opened and the driver lead us inside. We were greeted by a butler who handed the driver a key, and he subsequently led us to our room for the weekend. It didn't have a view but was large and immaculately furnished. Our bags were put on the bed and the key handed to Brian, after which the driver disappeared.

“Is he yours? the driver?” I asked.

“No, I was just told to wait for him, and that he would take us to the venue,” explained Brian.

“Who told you?”

“The person who arranged the weekend.”

I didn't press him for any more answers, convinced that he didn't know much more than that.

I looked around the room. There were two wristbands on the bed, attached to a little leather pouch. I opened the pouch. Two condoms and a small brown glass bottle filled with liquid.

“Poppers,” said Brian.

“I know what they are,” I retorted. He smiled gently and I smiled back.

I heard more footsteps now in the corridor outside and cars pulling up into the driveway. I went to the window to look. Six cars identical to the one we had arrived in were parked outside, the guests being ushered inside by the drivers.

I took my toiletry bag and put it on the dresser when I saw a letter addressed to Brian and myself.

Welcome to Sheffield Mansion

It is our pleasure, and hopefully yours too, to have you stay with us. 

Sheffield Mansion is a 20-bedroom home situated in the lush foothills of the Dolphin Coast. The house is completely surrounded by dense forestry and a secluded private beach is a mere 200-meter stroll from the garden. 

Other facilities:

24-hour open bar in the main lounge area

24-hour room service

Jacuzzi on the main balcony (seats 12)

Sauna - access from main balcony (seats 10)

Steam room - access from main balcony (seats 10)

Swimming pool located in the garden

Basement Cellar

You are kindly invited to attend the formal welcome dinner in the main dining room at 19:00.

Please enjoy your stay with us.

Regards,

Management 

I looked at my watch, it was 18:30. Brian and I hurriedly took a shower, donned our tuxedos, and combed our hair. By the time we arrived in the main dining hall, it was already abuzz with chatter. I smiled as a walked passed people to find my seat, which was near the center of the table, Brian being seated on my left. The seat to my right still unoccupied. I looked around. There were only men at the table. About 30 of them. They were all wearing tuxes and looked like they ranged between the ages of 30 to 60 years, most of them were quite handsome and distinguished looking. What was clear, to all present, was that I was the youngest of them all, and many of the men stared and smiled at me as I took my seat. I chatted to Brian for a few minutes until the conversation died down and the clinking of cutlery against glass filled the room. I hadn't realized but someone had come to stand next to me, knife and champagne glass in hand. He was a tall, broad shouldered man, with short white hair and a strong jaw. That was all I could really tell from where I was sitting. He began speaking, his voice deep and booming.

“It is my pleasure to once again welcome you all to this Gentleman’s Weekend. I see many old faces here this evening as well as a few fresh ones,” he said looking down at me, the other guests chuckled politely. “As many of you already know, this is the only organized part of the weekend, and you are free to do whatever, and whomever as you please.” There was a “Here, here!” from one of the guests followed by more chuckling. “The bar is open 24 hours, at which stimulants are also available should you want them. There will be no further formal meals, and you are free to order room service or dine in the dining hall. Staff will be available to take your orders. The dress code for the rest of the weekend is clothing optional. For obvious safety reasons, please do not go to the beach alone, especially if intoxicated.

I am positive that dinner will be to your liking this evening, and I wish everyone a wonderful long weekend at Sheffield Mansion. Let us make a toast to the weekend.”

Waiters brought out trays of champagne goblets, and we all stood and toasted. Afterwards, we sat and salmon starters arrived.

“Tristan, am I right?” said the man seated next to me.

“Yes,” I said, half choking on the salmon that I attempted to swallow too quickly.

“My name is Richard,” he said. I could see his face clearly, now that he was seated and closer to my level of sight. Yes, a strong jaw, perfect teeth with sharp canines, a distinguished nose that I'm sure had been broken at some point in his youth, and piercing light blue eyes.

“Hi sir,” I said, my manners getting the better of me. He smiled politely.

“Sir? How old are you really?”

“Sixteen,” I answered.

“Wow, you're the youngest we've ever had at one of these things.”

My heart began to race, what was “one of these things” really? Brian hadn't specified, and had said it was just a weekend at the beach. Seeing the confusion and mild apprehension on my face, he turned to me and put a hand on my thigh.

“Would you like some wine?”

“Yes please,” I said, and his hand moved from my thigh to the bottle of red wine on the table.

My heart stopped racing after the first glass and I felt more at ease during the second. Richard and I talked about homeschooling and travel and all the great places he had seen over the years of business travelling. He had even been to Antarctica on a research ship. Conversation seemed to flow easily and I enjoyed the strong scent of his cologne as he hunched over me and spoke close to my ear, telling me little titbits about the other people at the table. Dessert came swiftly after the main course and Richard poured me a third glass of wine. I became giggly and easily amused.

Then I felt his hand once again on my thigh, higher this time, squeezing gently.

“How’s the dessert?” he asked.

“Delicious,” I replied swallowing my mouthful of some variation of crème broulee.

“Good,” he said grinning, the tips of his fingers stroking my inner thigh.

His hand remained there until the end of dinner at which point he stood up and encouraged everyone to go and enjoy the facilities. I turned to Brian to ask if we should go get changed out of our formal clothes, but he was nowhere to be found, and had probably left the dinner table a while ago. Or I just hadn't noticed through the red wine goggles.

“Do you want to get out of these uncomfortable clothes,” asked Richard, still standing, peering down at me.

“Definitely, I also need to pee,” I said, and then blushed. Richard smiled again and took my hand.

“I have more wine in my room, and a spectacular view.”

“Okay,” I said amicably.

I followed him through the main lounge area. People sat chatting at the bar, others were climbing into the Jacuzzi. I saw Brian chatting to a man in his late twenties or early thirties out on the balcony. I wanted to tell him where I was going, but I decided to leave him be instead, being gently pulled in the direction of the stairs.

Richard unlocked his bedroom door and I followed him inside. I quickly used his bathroom to relieve myself while he poured another glass of wine. I found him on the balcony. He had removed his bow tie and jacket, his shirt completely unbuttoned. He put down his glass as I stepped next to him.

“Beautiful, isn't it?” he remarked.

“It is,” I said. There was a full moon and the ocean glimmered like an endless sheet of black taffeta. Music played from the balcony two floors below us, where the Jacuzzi probably was.

“A lot like you,” he said. I blushed in the darkness. He sensed this and put his large, strong arm around me.

“Relax a little, its ok, I'm not going to hurt you,” he said softly in my ear.

“I am relaxed,” I countered.

“Are you sure?”

I knew he was joking with me, but in a moment of impulsivity I turned to him and kissed him hard on the lips. We lingered like that for a few seconds, and then I felt his arms wrap around my body, his hands resting on my buttocks. He kneaded them gently. My mouth opened slightly and I invited his tongue into my mouth. We kissed for another minute. It was a good kiss, slow, deep and not the frantic make out sessions I was accustomed to.

“Beautiful,” he said again when our mouths parted. “Let’s get rid of a few things here.”

He proceeded to remove my bow tie, jacket and sash until I was just in my shirt, pants and shoes. He stood behind me and pressed his body against mine, a certain hardness wedged between us, against my lower back. He began undoing my shirt buttons. He pulled the shirt off my shoulders and tossed it into the room behind us. His hands rested on my shoulders and then made their way downwards over my scapulae and ribs and waist. I tried to breathe deeply and slowly, while my heart began to race once again. Hands moved forward and rested on my flat belly. He dragged his fingertips slowly over my abdomen, and up towards my nipples, which were hard now. He caressed my chest ever so softly and I felt myself curling into his body. He kissed my ear, his tongue circled my earlobe. I moaned loudly, which signalled him to turn me around and pick me up. We kissed deeply as he took me back into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed. He stood between my legs and pushed me back.

“Shoes,” he said and I lifted my right leg, from which he pulled my shoe and sock, and then my left to which he did the same. He unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants and underwear off in one swift movement. He then kicked off his own shoes, and took off the rest of his clothes. I sat up to take his cock, which was long and veiny, in my hands but he pushed me back down. He came to lie next to me and pulled me up so that my legs were no longer dangling off the edge of the bed. My head came to rest on his left bicep, his right leg draped over my pelvis, his lips covering mine, his tongue tasting mine. My right arm was strapped against his clearly superior, muscular body (impressive for someone his age), my left hand held tightly in his left hand next to my head. He flicked my nipples lightly with his right hand and I moaned into his mouth. His hand moved lower, to my pelvis and he lightly caressed my balls, the shaft of my rock-hard cock and my inner thighs.

My legs opened automatically in response to his touch, and I could feel him smile while kissing me. He was doing everything right, and my body was making sure he knew it. I felt myself completely exposed then and a finger traced circular patterns over my boy hole. He then reached under the pillow and produced a bottle of lube, from which he squirted some onto his index and middle finger. I felt the cool liquid on my hole, and a single finger gently pressing. I relaxed and let the finger inside me. It moved slowly, getting to know the contours of my anus and rectum. The tip of his finger curled anteriorly, and I squirmed and spread my legs even wider. He had found my prostate, and once again, my body let him know it. He smiled again. A second finger slowly made its way into me, stretching me ever so slightly, and they both began to massage my pleasure spot. There was a mild burning sensation, as he massaged a little bit harder, and I could feel the precum pooling on my tummy. After about 10 minutes, a third finger entered my hole, and he fingered me with all three for another 15 minutes until I started panting hard, my breathing becoming irregular. I brought my left leg up to my chest and Richard slipped his left hand under my knee, holding it in place. My right leg draped over his waist. I turned my head into Richard’s neck as he fingered me with more urgency and intent. My body was shaking under his now and after another minute white ropes of cum erupted from my cock onto my chest, my ass spasmed around his fingers as I climaxed, my mouth speaking unintelligible nothings into his neck. When my body had relaxed again, he removed his fingers from my hole one by one. We kissed for a few minutes until things became too hazy and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, it was still dark. We were still in the same position as when we fell asleep. There was a digital clock on the bedside table to my left and I craned my neck to see the time, it was midnight. I laid my head back down onto Richard’s bicep. In response, he coiled his body around mine and pulled me into it.

“Hi,” he said, and kissed my head.

“Hi,” I replied and turned to face him. He smelled of wine and sweat, but not in an unpleasant way. I kissed him briefly, superficially. He responded with his own kiss, the tip of his tongue lightly bumping into mine. I felt myself harden again, his own manhood pressing against my hip.

“I want to fuck you my boy,” he whispered in my ear.

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

He touched my boy hole again and slipped two fingers inside.

“Still nice and wet,” he said, fingering me.

He lifted himself up off the bed, and positioned me on all fours. He grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed, rubbing the length of his cock over the smooth, wet crevice between them, every now and then a finger slipping inside me.

“How do you like to get fucked?” he asked, covering my body with his, his chest coming into contact with my shoulder blades. I could feel the tip of his cock align with my anus.

“Hard,” I replied, and with that he began entering me. A third, then two thirds and then all the way in. His cock moved along my prostate and my shoulders dropped onto the bed, my arms spread out in front of me. He straightened up behind me and took my narrow waist in his hands, pushing me off and back onto his cock, slowly and sensually.

“You feel amazing,” he exclaimed into the air around us, which was heavy and saturated and which seemed to hold the deep sighing of pleasure that escaped my mouth.

Back and forth, his hands moved from my neck down to my lower back and over the small curve of my buttocks to the back of my thighs, his cock moving incrementally faster in and out of me. He leaned over and kissed the side of my neck, which made me turned to look at him, our mouths meeting in the process. He laid himself fully down on me, taking his hands in mine and wrapped our arms around my head. His hips moved vigorously now, thrusting hard and deep, our skin meeting with a smack. Sweat from his forehead dripped onto my cheek, and my chest burned with the heat our bodies were creating.

“Daddy’s going to fill you with his cum,” he said, each word coinciding with a thrust.

“Daddy’s going to fill you up, nice and deep,” he said with more urgency.

I moaned loudly into my arm as he drove his cock deep into my rectum, shooting his gigantic load into my colon. He orgasmed for what seemed like 5 minutes, afterwards pulling his cum soaked member out of me laying it to rest on my crack, as he held my body close to his. His panting grew calmer by the minute and before I could move or wedge myself free from his full-on body grasp, he had fallen asleep. I waited a while, taking in the heat of the body behind me, before sleep came for me too.

SATURDAY

The world was still quiet when I awoke, the man who had just fucked me, sleeping near the edge of his side of the bed, had detached from me at some point during the night. Sunlight had just started creeping into the room and everything still had the blue hue of early dawn. My skin, moist and a little bit sticky, needed a shower. I licked my arm, salty. I removed myself from the bed and the room, tiptoeing through the corridor, down the stairs to my own room. I was surprised to find Brian, in bed, asleep and alone. I proceeded to the bathroom and let the tap run while brushing my teeth. I was rinsing my mouth when a hand moved between my thighs, the tip of a finger resting firmly against my hole.

“Wet, you've been a busy boy,” said Brian.

I stood up after rinsing my mouth, wiping the water off my face onto my arm. He put a finger inside me, and pushed it deep. I sighed, falling forward, arms braced on the sink edge.

“Who have you been up with all night then?” I asked him in return.

“No one, can’t you tell?” he said, his hard cock pushing at my hole and sliding in easily. Brian’s head rested in the space between my shoulder blades as he slid in and out of me, my grip tight on the edge of the bathroom counter. It didn't take long for him to come, to spill himself inside me, the sound of him moaning as he orgasmed like a song I played over and over again because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it when my body satisfied his, when his erratic breaths slowed and he dragged the side of his face across my shoulder, planting a kiss at the very edge where my arm began. And then from that angle he would look at me, eyes wide, and he would grin naughtily.

“Now I can face the day,” he said, walking towards the shower. I watched him, broad shouldered and strong backed, the epitome of confidence. I could never be that, but I didn't mind being around it, or under it or wrapped in it.

Once we had cleaned up and gotten dressed, we headed to the pool, where we claimed two free deck chairs. A waiter came and offered us drinks and a platter of breakfast foods. After gorging on a bowel of fresh fruit, I fell asleep, having not slept for much of the previous evening. Two hours had passed when I finally awoke, to a huge splash of water from the pool; jarring but not unwelcome, as the sweltering sun beat down upon us. Beat down upon me, as I found myself alone by the pool. I stood up and looked around for Brian. Nowhere. I noticed a narrow path leading into the thicket which bordered the lawn and began walking towards it. The path continued for another 200 meters, sheltered by tall forest trees, the fallen leaves cool and damp beneath my bare feet. I came to a little shelter at the end of the path, wooden and seemingly quite disheveled looking. There were cracks in the wooden panels that made up the structure and I could tell there were people inside. I approached silently and peaked through one of the cracks, large enough to get a good view of what was happening inside, but small enough not to be seen. The light was low and it genuinely looked like nothing more than a garden shed filled with pot plants, bags of soil and garden tools. But there was a table in the middle, its surface clear of all implements except one: Brian’s body. There he was, flat on his back, legs in the air, being held firmly apart by none other than Richard himself. Tall, strong, forceful, physically superior to both Brian and myself. Is this what he had looked like while fucking me, a portrait of unadulterated dominance and aggression. Brian, who moaned intermittently, his face turned away from me, was limp on the table, arms above his head, unmoving. I moved as quietly as possible around the shed in order to get a better view of Brian’s face, when Richard lifted him up and sat back down on the edge of the table, Brian now sitting on his lap, face to face, bare heels on the surface edge. I stopped immediately, faced with a perfect view of Brian, whose arms were wrapped around Richard’s shoulders and face perched perfectly at the side of his neck. Brian’s eyes were closed. He was biting his bottom lip. A frown of concentration on his forehead. I had never seen him like this, I had never thought of seeing him like this. Brian, a vision of dominance, self-confidence, power now crumpled, weak in the stern embrace of a mortal god.  It had never occurred to me that he would ever submit himself in this way to anyone, or that he would even want to. And here he was, being used forcefully by someone stronger and more powerful than he. I watched them until Brian reached orgasm. I couldn’t actually see the ejaculate but could tell from the way his rocking back and forth on his heel accelerated, the way he was lifting himself higher up and closer to Richard, probably rubbing his cock against Richards abdomen, and then finally the way his frown disappeared, and his head tilted back ever so slightly, mouth open, breathing hard. I knew because this small part of Brian was all of me.

I removed myself from the scene as quietly as when I arrived and went straight to my room and collapsed on the bed. I again fell asleep quite easily, disturbed once a body who had come to lie down next to me. I turned towards it and put head on its chest, and again fell asleep to the sound of a beating heart.

There was a loud knock at the door. I lifted myself off a still sleeping Brian to see who it could be. To my surprise, the hallway was empty except for two boxes on the floor by the door. There were boxes outside each of the bedrooms in the hallway. I picked up ours, each with our names on them, and shut the door behind me, which in turn woke up Brian.

“What is it?” he asked sleepily.

“I’m not sure,” I replied, putting the boxes down on the bed between us.

He took his box, removed the lid, and pulled out a leather mask with holes at the eyes, nostrils and mouth and a zip at the back, a leather jock-strap, as well as leather bulldog harness. I watched him undress and put on the harness. Despite being a dom sexually (for the most part), Brian had never expressed an interest in bondage or other fetishes, and seeing him in it looked weird and unnatural, like he was playing dress-up. The box also contained a small white object, that looked like a wafer biscuit, in a clear plastic packet, and a note that read “Cellar: 21:00”.

I lifted the lid to my box: another small, clear plastic packet with a wafer, a leather full body harness and wrist and ankle restraints. There was also a small, cylindrical metal cage like item, with a lock on it, which I had never seen before. A note at the bottom read “Cellar: 21:30”.

I held up the small metal object to Brian. He took it from me and slipped it over my soft penis, locking it.

“Where’s the key?” I asked suddenly. Brian shrugged and laughed.

“It’s not funny, how am I supposed to get this thing off?”

“Maybe you’ll find out later.”

It was almost 21:00. Brian helped me into my full body harness and we let the wafers dissolve on our tongues, before he left the room. I waited until 21:25 before exiting the room and making my way to the cellar. The hallway carpet was plush underfoot and the house was silent, lights when on as I entered the next room or staircase, and went off behind me automatically. I reached the top of the staircase that led down to the cellar. I took two steps down, but no light switched on overhead. I proceeded slowly into the darkness, heart racing, skin tingling, eyes wide open. Finally, I stepped onto a wooden surface, warmer than the metal steps. I carried on for another 30 seconds down and curved dark corridor until I began to see light again, or rather, shadows, moving across the floor. There was an arch at end of the corridor through which I walked, when suddenly someone took my hand. A man with a leather mask, chest harness and long pants with leather boots. I looked around the room: 20 odd masked men in similar uniform stood in a large circle around the room, large wine barrels between them and the stone walls of the cellar. The man (who I could tell was Richard by the build of his body) took my hand and slowly walked paraded me around the room. Some of the men came forward to touch me; they stroked my face, pulled on my caged cock, slapped my buttocks or stuck a finger up my ass.

In the middle of the room was a small rectangular platform. I was led to it and made to lie on it on my stomach. The dimensions of the platform were small enough so that only my torso and abdomen could fit on it, my legs, arms and head hanging off the edge. The men moved closer, eyes glistening with hunger through leather hoods in the candle lit room. The man who I guessed to be Richard stood in front of me, crotch at the same level as my face. He stepped closer pressing his leather clad cock against my face. I nuzzled into it, smelling his body as I did so. At the same time, I felt hands under my thighs, spreading my legs so that It looked like a was hugging the small padded platform on which I lay. The hands moved up my thighs and spread my ass cheeks, before a tongue, slimy and hot prodded my whole. I squirmed as my own cock, trapped by the chastity cage began to respond to the stimulation. Richard unzipped his leather trousers and removed his large cock immediately thrusting it into my mouth. He held down a small glass bottle under my nose every few minutes and I inhaled deeply each time. I was becoming light headed, my body becoming pliable like I was loosening at the joints, melting over the platform. A warmth spread from the tips of my fingers to my tummy, my groin and asshole, and then all the way down to my toes. I welcomed the cock in my throat and the tongue in my hole, which turned into finger and then into a cock. Richard stepped away and his cock was replaced by that of someone else. Two hands around my waist pushed my hips into the padding of the platform as I was being ploughed from behind, my sphincters stretching with each thrust. My prostate burned under the pummeling of each cock that entered me. One of the men gripped hard onto the back of my neck as he unloaded into my mouth; I swallowed what I could while the rest dripped out of my mouth onto the floor. When he removed his spent cock, another one replaced it and unloaded with the same urgency and forcefulness.

The men behind me were taking their time though. I had been mounted at least 15 times now, whether or not it was a different man each time I couldn’t tell. What I could tell was that only one had ejaculated inside me, while the other fucked me for 5 to 10 minutes before swapping. After a while I was turned onto my back and the men took turns holding my legs back while another fucked me; two more men came inside me. The last man that had just unloaded his semen inside me pulled me up by my arms to a standing position while another man took my place on the platform, lying on his back and gesturing for me to come closer to him. He helped me climb up on top of him but because my entire body was covered in sweat my foot slipped on the side of the platform and I fell, luckily into the arms of someone close by, who helped me back onto the platform, and onto the cock of the man waiting for me there. I held myself in place by resting my palms on his chest, while just a sliver of each of my feet were able to balance on the side of the platform, while he thrusted upward into me. Every now and then my foot would slip and every time a strong hand would catch it and put it back into place. The man motioned for me to turn around and I needed helped from the onlookers, who stopped stroking their cock, and helped swivel me so my back was turned toward the man under me. One of them stepped closer to me and kissed me deeply and ferociously, after which he pushed me back so that I was lying on top of the man, my sweaty back against his sweaty chest. The man who had kissed me spread my legs as far as they would go and took his place between them. He crammed his cock inside me, along with the one that was already there. It should have been more painful I thought as it happened, but I could only imagine what my hole looked like now. Precisely that probably, a gaping, cum filled hole. I slid around between these two men, my sphincters straining, my dizziness returning as the weight of the man on top of me impeded my ability to breathe. He finally came and climbed off me, only to be replaced by another man.

This continued for a while. I must have drifted in and out of consciousness because at one point I was sandwiched between two writhing men and the next I was hanging from the ceiling from my leather wrist cuffs, streams of cum flying at me from the circle of men around me, the room filled with the sound of climaxing. When they were done, they moved back to their initial positions at the perimeter of the cellar. A single man moved forward, unmasked: Richard. He held a key in his hand, and used it to unlock the chastity cage around my cock. He stood behind my suspended and inserted himself in me. My cock hardened immediately. Richard fucked me relentless in from of the group, tears streaming down my cheeks, cum finally exploding from my cock. Richard came inside me. The other men left the room and I was lowered to the floor. My head hurt, by back was sore and I was drenched in cum and sweat. As I lay there on the cellar floor, I closed my eyes and wished everything away. Then the darkness set in and I couldn’t tell if the candles had gone out or if it was just my eyes which I couldn’t keep open. It didn’t really matter, as the darkness soon turned into nothingness as I drifted off into unconsciousness.

SUNDAY

When I awoke I was in my room again, in bed, a tube coming out of my arm attached to a bag of fluid. I made to pull it out but my hand was stopped by another, that of Richard, who I hadn’t noticed sitting next to me.

“Morning,” he said to me as he moved closer.

“What is this?” I asked, but my voice was hoarse, and suddenly I felt immensely thirst.

“You were a bit dehydrated after last night. Do you remember?” he asked

Images flooded my mind: my hands tied up above my head, and Richards grip on my waist, pulling me hard onto his cock from behind.

“Yes,” I said, looking at my hands.

“Don’t be ashamed my boy, you were phenomenal. Who knew such a young, little body could take so much?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“We’ll let this infusion finish, and then the car will be ready to take you two back home. Most of the guests have already left I think.”

“Where’s Brian?”

“He left already. Something about a flight he needed to catch.”

He noticed my concerned expression.

“That was early this morning. He was in quite a rush to leave. But don’t worry, I’ll stay with you until you’re ready to get going yourself.”

I nodded, and we sat there, side by side in absolute silence. I wanted to scream.