Bens Adventures

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The Arrival at the Manor

Ben lay in the sling, his legs spread wide by the chains. Completely naked, completely shaved, his body smeared everywhere with lube, cum, pre-juice and what else had just landed on him so far. The guy between his legs looked horny. Trained, powerful pecs. Of course, a little older than himself. Sure, with his 24 years it was likely that older guys fucked him at the group party! Just why did this guy have such a huge cock? With each thrust Ben felt it deep inside him! His pussy was already well stretched after the first fucks. But the length made him still discomfort! His body bounced rhythmically to the fuck thrusts headwards inside the sling. And while he was still struggling with the cock, a face bent over his face! Tobi! Why didn't Tobi have a cock inside him while he was suffering right now! Why was he grinning at him with his naughty face, coming closer, kissing him....

"Ben wake up, time to get us ready. Coffee? Buttermilk?"

Irritated, Ben sat up in his hotel bed. What a realistic dream! The hard-on between his legs said, Perfect for me! Obviously, he had fallen asleep after all. And just as obviously, his dreams had already taken him to the Group Party that would start tonight for them both. And with them for probably 40 other men!

The night had not been too long for the two boys. On the one hand, the excitement did not let them sleep at first. On the other hand, after Ben's remarks in the park yesterday, Tobi spent quite some time and efforts to find out more about Ben and the sex experiences of his past while lying in bed next to each other. And after some probing, he finally succeeded: So, Ben actually already had some S&M experience. And he was definitely not exclusively gay. The swimmer who was now lying next to him in bed became more and more exciting for young Tobi.

After buttermilk and coffee, they retreated one by one to the bathroom to prepare their pussies for the event in a big water fight. They wanted to be clean for the cocks of the active they would serve over the weekend. Or better had to serve, according to the rules of the party: until Sunday, not a single fuck could be refused by them.

After that, they packed their two rather small backpacks and checked out of the hotel. They wouldn't need much over the weekend anyway. A few hours later they were sitting in the back of the dark blue metallic 5 series BMW. Finally. At the agreed point in Frankfurt they had to wait a bit, the traffic in the Frankfurt metropolis had delayed their shuttle service to the manor house, where in a few hours the group party was to start. Ben still hung in his thoughts somewhere in the comfortable hotel bed. A luxury they would definitely not have in the coming hours until Sunday noon.

"How long are we going to drive now?", Tobi wanted to know. After all, Ben had already been to the event three times. He should know.

"The last few times, after all, I was always sitting alone in the car with the excitement and anticipation. It's hard to tell. The sense of time was always kind of gone. I'm guessing about 45 minutes?"

Considering the young driver who had picked them up in Frankfurt, Tobi didn't want to ask any more questions about the party. Would he know what was going on in the manor house? That 30 or more active men would abuse the two guys plus probably 4 or 6 other passives, or pigs as they would be called at the party, that at some point in the event they would be nothing but dripping holes? Ben, who had been explaining everything to Tobi the firsttimer so far, also became increasingly quiet during the ride. Despite all his experience, he too was now gripped by excitement.

In glorious sunshine, the BMW drove through the estate's wrought-iron entrance gate to the front steps of the manor house.

"Wow!" Tobi hadn't imagined it to be this big!  So, this was the place of their abuse. It looked noble. And well-kept. The car stopped right in front of the front steps, the young driver turned around and grinned at the two boys, "Welcome to the manor, you are expected. Ben, you know the way!"

It was an observation, not a question. And indeed, Ben knew the way very well. And yet, this time from pickup in town until the first cock penetrating him was still a time that threw him off a bit. That feeling of uncertainty, that adrenaline. He loved it. And he hated it. Funny-awesome feeling, Ben thought.

"Yeah, no problem, thanks for the shuttle service!" with that Ben opened the door on his side, and Tobi did the same. There they were, standing in the hot afternoon sun on the gravel path of the driveway.

"Doesn't help after all, let's go!" And with that, Tobi followed Ben up the front steps. Arriving in front of the door, it opened as if by magic, and a man, whom Tobi estimated to be about 30, stood in the doorway.

"Welcome Ben. And your company must be Tobi, right? Sebastian is already waiting for you. Follow me." With that, the young man pushed the two boys into the house, closed the door behind them and made his way across the large entrance hall.

A thousand impressions shot through Tobi's brain! Would this be the place where they would be examined, auctioned off and fucked later? It all looked so normal! Like an apartment, only a little more spacious. Here 40 people should come together later, and then nail them in slings, on fuck benches and mattresses? Tobi barely had time to put his thoughts in any order before they were standing in a room that had branched off somewhere from the entrance hall. In the room bookshelves and a desk. And behind the desk a man somewhere between 35 and 40, who smiled broadly at them. Tobi's pulse couldn't decide whether to slow down or speed up. So, this was Sebastian, the man who hosted and organized this peculiar event, the man who probably owned this property, or at least rented it, the man who obviously managed 4 times a year to get 6 to 8 guys under 28 to give up their cunts, their bodies to 20 to 30 men. And obviously they all had fun with it! And at the same time he seemed so normal, had such an inviting smile and on top didn't look too bad. Tobi suddenly started to feel comfortable. Yes! The diet had been worth it, the excitement, the journey, the money! This is where he wanted to be cunt!

"Welcome Ben, welcome Tobi. You look just like the pictures Ben sent me of you."

Okay, sure! Tobi had had to send actual photos of himself for his application to the party, of course. And most of them had not been PG! It was only too understandable that the organizer of this sex party had wanted to know who was going to be Ben's plus one. Tobi realized his opposite knew exactly how he looked naked, not only naked, but also all the details of his body. And a feeling between embarrassment and pride came up in him: Sebastian had admitted him to the party.

"Hello Sebastian," Ben replied.

"Hi Sebastian, really glad to finally be here. I can't wait!" Tobi exclaimed.

Ben turned to Tobi, a bit puzzled. The child who in the last few days was constantly between panic, doubt and eager anticipation, seemed to hardly be able to wait to get naked and bend over! It was like throwing a fish into the water. Tobi seemed to be fully in his element!

"Very nice, then let's quickly go through the paperwork so you can be locked into your prep rooms afterwards. First, I'd like your certificates of STD's."

The party was a bareback party. For Tobi it had been an overcoming when he had found out about it. But in the end Ben had convinced him to get PreP. And the fact that all participants had to present fresh tests reassured him even more. The two boys rummaged in their backpacks and put the required certificate on the desk. Sebastian studied the slips carefully.

"Okay, you're both HIV negative, are you taking PreP?" Both boys nodded.

"Good, don't accidentally lock your pills in your boxes, but have them ready for the party." How many guys had already locked their meds in the boxes where all the pigs' clothes, papers, and everything personal was stowed away inaccessible to them during the party, Ben wondered.

"Then I'd like to see the IDs from both of you as well." Another quick rummage through the backpacks.

"Okay. The party rules then." With that, Sebastian went over the rules again that would apply to the two of them from the start of the party. Since both had already received the rules by mail on the one hand, and Tobi had teased out all the details from Ben on the other, there were no surprises here. Although that the pigs were not allowed to touch their own cocks or the cocks of another pig, that they would really be reduced to their two holes, that was still new then. At least for Tobi.

"Do you have any further questions about that?" ended Sebastian.

"Yes, or rather the request for an annex."

Ben looked at Tobi. What had gotten into the kid? When he himself had been at this party for the first time, he had only nodded silently, signed, and then waited full of excitement for it to begin. And the kid was now demanding contract amendments?

Obviously, Sebastian was also surprised, but turned to Tobi in a friendly manner, "I'm listening?"

"We're signing, we're not allowed to leave until 2 p.m. Sunday, yes. No matter what happens, no matter how sore and destroyed our cunts are. Got it. And at the party we are not allowed to use our dicks. Also clear. But this nice gentleman here next to me has promised me that I can fuck his sore hole right after the party. Can we include in his contract that he will be strapped on this fuck bench on Sunday at 2 p.m., and I can nail him till I am finished with his ass?"

Ben blushed. Yes, it had slipped out of his mouth yesterday at the hotel that Tobi's somewhat small cock in his sore cunt would be a challenge after the party. But now he was going to be nailed in front of the assembled crew by the younger boy with a very good chance that he would moan quite a bit? And then fixed on top of that? Ben's cock sprang to life as his speech center paused briefly.

"Did you promise him that?" turned Sebastian to Ben.

"I, yeah, um, kinda..."

"So kind of yeah? So we'll write the annex into your contract?"

Ben's cock won the internal discussion with his brain, "Yes!"

"Good, anything else?"

"Yeah, one more thing," Tobi said.

Jesus. What had he gotten himself into here? The little guy knew no stopping! What was to come now?

"The shuttle service, could it take us somewhere other than back to Frankfurt on Sunday?"

Sebastian seemed to increasingly enjoy the situation. This 19-year-old really seemed to bring the otherwise cheeky swimmer a bit to the edge. And, Sebastian had known Ben long enough for that, that was what the success spoiled blond swimmer needed from time to time.

"That would be possible yes."

"Good, could I have a prep room a little away from Ben. I'd have to call someone else, Ben doesn't need to hear that. After that, of course, my phone goes in the box that gets locked away. And it would be cool if Ben didn't get his stuff back on Sunday. It's enough if he gets his pink panties and loose tank top."

Ben should have had plenty of reason to be nervous about the upcoming party. But in fact, it was Tobi's planning that made him much more nervous. And horny! What was he planning? Did he realize that his own cunt would be just as destroyed as Ben's on Sunday? Did he realize that they would leave the party with a huge sleep deficit? But slowly Ben understood why Tobi had been so interested in Ben's plans for the coming week last night. He had been able to trade away his study seminars on Monday and Tuesday, and there were only casual appointments until Sunday. At least that was his plan until just now to recover from the party.

After Ben's contract had received his appendix and the two had signed, the same man who had opened the door for them took them to their preparation rooms. Behind Ben the door closed, the lock clicked. Now he was alone. Locked in. Waiting for the starting gun. He had gotten hold of a nice prison cell this time. The view from the windows went into the sunny park behind the house. Looking out, he recognized it, and the places where he had had to piss on the grass during the pre-parties. Just like an animal. Or maybe still on the step under an animal, because they didn't have to make their holes available to everyone!

In the room, as always, was the aluminum box in which he had to deposit his personal belongings, like all the other pigs. So here we go. First, Ben rummaged out of his backpack the irrigation hose and his PreP tablets. That would be the only things he really needed until Sunday, though he hoped his diet would keep his cunt perfectly clean until Sunday. He hated having to re-rinse. And possibly missing out on fucks as a result. After that, he stuffed his backpack in the box first, then started stripping. Dress code of the pigs was naked. And only naked. Perfect for all sides! The active could freely examine the fuck meat, and if they wanted to use one of the pigs, one saved the time to make the correspondingly needed holes accessible. In addition: Ben loved it so to be stared at. The training had to be good for something. These admiring glances did well.

A short time later he stood naked in the room. Still plenty of time until he would be blindfolded shortly before 8. At that moment it started to vibrate in the box. Shit. How could he forget to tell at least his best friends and acquaintances that he was unavailable until Sunday. And he hadn't turned off the phone either! He rummaged in the box: 'Call from Tobi' was blinking on the display.

"Yes"

"Hi Ben, how's your prison cell?" Tobi sounded noticeably relaxed and cheerful. What on earth had happened to the kid since their arrival?

"Quite okay. As usual. But me and you, by the way, are about to have to turn off our phones and turn them in. So what's up?"

"You haven't booked a train ride back to Berlin on Sunday?"

"Right, the ticket is expensive on Sunday anyway."

"Then leave it at that. See you at the pig examination in a minute." And with that, there was a click on the line. What the fuck? Why was the little guy getting more and more dominant? While Ben was still briefly writing messages to a few friends, his cock was getting harder and harder at the thoughts of Tobi. Now there were no pants available to hide the hard-on. What was Tobi planning? He put the phone back in the box.

A short time later there was a knock and the door got unlocked. Cell visit. One of the guys from the organization entered the room. He was dressed, Ben was naked. Ben's excitement intensified. These were the situations he loved: at the mercy of others. With a clear hierarchy.

"Hello pig, is your box packed?"

"Yes, standing by." The next step to start, his complete belongings would be taken away from him and the other passives. One was now only body, body to provide.

"Okay, here's the seal, what we put on the box. Mark the seal please. Signature or paint something else on it." Ben did as instructed, after which the helper taped the seal over the edge of the box and attached two padlocks to the latches. No one would be able to get to the contents until 2 p.m. Sunday. Then the helper carried the box out of the room and locked Ben back in. Countdown. Ben spotted a bottle of body lotion on a sideboard. Probably a little hint. Okay. He began to oil himself from neck to toe. And since there was more than enough time, he didn't skimp on lotion. Soon his athletic body sparkled and reflected in the light. He stepped in front of the mirror. He got a little horny himself from the sight of him, so hairless and oily. He might as well still play with his cunt a bit now. Then it might be a little bit looser at the first fuck? And so Ben knelt doggystyle in front of the mirror while he fingered his own cunt more and more. He almost overheard the click of the door lock. Or did he already not care about being seen like this any more?

"I see the pig is well?" Ben didn't really care at that moment. What was he pig for? With being one he should have the right to finger himself pleasurably in front of the mirror, or?

"Yes thank you, I pre-train a bit." Only slowly Ben pulled his fingers out of his cunt and turned around. From his doggy position he looked up at the visitor. Probably the next one from the organization.

"I'm Matthias from the organization" he said as if to confirm. "I'm just going over with all the pigs how the tapping will go after your auction. So, right after the auction, you'll get plenty of lube in your hands. It's your job to distribute that properly and sufficiently to your fuck hole. Then you will be led by your highest bidder to the place where he wants to fuck you. Clear so far?"

"Yes, so like the last few times."

"Yes. Then you wait until you clearly feel the pressure of a cock on your hole. Then what do you call out?"

"Pig X ready to be tapped!"

"Right. Where X is the next higher number. Call it out loud and clear! Everyone in the hall must be able to hear it. Got it?"

Ben nodded. The last few times, one pig or another had been barely audible, so you had to concentrate hard to know how many of them already had a dick in their cunt. That's why they seemed to do this extra briefing now. And honestly: Ben found this situation horny to lie naked ready, to wait for the cock in him, to hear how the others maybe already got fucked, to imagine the picture in the big hall how they lay ready one after the other.

"What does the phrase, 'Ready to be tapped' mean to you according to your contract?"

"That's the point of no return. After that, I have to hold out until Sunday." Matthias nodded. So that was the short answer he wanted to hear.

"And when the cock is inside you?"

"I call pig X has been tapped." Ben interrupted him.

"Alright. Do you have to go to the bathroom now?"

"No, not at the moment. But later for sure."

"Shortly before 8, I or someone else from the organization will come back. Then you'll be blindfolded, taken to the bathroom and then off to the hall for your examination. If anything happens in the meantime, just ring the bell."

With that, Matthias left the room, not forgetting to lock Ben in behind him. Okay. More fingering? Or Playstation? Or watch TV? Shit, what time was it anyway? On one of the TV channels, Ben found a little clock. Great, not too much longer. He was ready. But he still had a little time to kill. While he was switching back and forth between the 3 activity options in his jail cell, he heard it rumbling in the house. Preparations seemed to be underway!

It was 20 to 8 when the lock clicked again and the door opened. Perfect timing, because he really had to take a piss now. His last normal bathroom visit until Sunday. Ben grinned.

"Okay, let's get you blindfolded then." It was Matthias again, now wrapping some kind of black tape around his head. Night was falling before Ben's eyes, while outside the hot evening sun was still shining. Then he was pushed out of the room. At first carefully groping with his toes, later a bit more courageously he let Mathias lead him through the corridors. And Matthias was admittedly a good pilot: 'Watch your step', 'Now left', 'Wait'. After a short time, he was turned.

"Now sit down!" Good.

"You're not going to look while I piss, are you?"

"I don't think you little pig should mind at all."

"All right." With that, Ben let run. He had no problem with others watching. But a little flirting would still be allowed. Now, however, just really empty all the piss. So that there was plenty of room for the cocks down there!

"Ready." With that Matthias lifted Ben under his shoulders and led him out again. Final Destination Great Hall! Ben was so ready!       

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