The Long And The Short Of It

I was excited and terrified at the same time.

This had been my idea – a room full of big and brawny guys in a gang bang, with me as the only bottom. It had been a fantasy, and therefore horny and safe, when I first said to Terry that I would like to expand my horizons. And Terry had taken me at my word and arranged it.

At eighteen years old, just over three weeks of enforced chastity seemed like a lifetime. My balls actually felt too full. I was hyper turned on at the slightest stimulation. Even pulling my t-shirt down across my nipples seemed to spark off an immediate and desperate desire for sex.

I’d never had sex with anyone other than Terry, who had trained me, and developed my preference for being controlled. He was dominant, but never brutally so. If I were a woman I’d describe my sex with him as being ravished. And now he’d made sure that I felt so insatiably horny, I’d have plenty of passion in the tank to last the night.

So, there I was, on the doorstep of his house on the Saturday evening, feeling 150% lusty and absolutely scared stiff. I could hear loud rock music and deep masculine voices laughing and talking. There were several cars vying for space on the drive and a fair few more parked up along the road.

I’d wondered what to wear. Terry had given no instructions (I suspected that it really didn’t matter) but eventually settled for a nice white dress shirt and jeans that weren’t too tight (I wanted to blend in a bit first.....). Terry opened the door at my first knock. He looked hot in a black button up cotton shirt (open to his chest, his fantastic chest hair spilling out) and jeans.

“In and upstairs".

He nodded to the stairs, and steered me past the closed door of the main room, up to the first floor and into his bedroom.

“Right, this is your big night, so you need to look the part. The lads know that you’re new to this and that you’re shy and get embarrassed easily. So, put these on when I go back downstairs”. He half grinned and handed me a carrier bag with a few things in.

“Now, they all know the score so don’t be scared. They're all big blokes and right now they're ready for some entertainment. They might be a bit rough and ready, but they’re not ogres.  They'll love you, kid. Just let them do their thing and you’ll survive to see the morning. They’re all here to enjoy themselves and have a good time, but you’re the good time most likely to be had by all. 

Ok. Get changed. I’ll come and get you in a while".

He winked, tousled my carefully styled short blonde hair, turned quickly around and shut the door on his way out, giving me time to calm down, and privacy to change into what he'd given me.

I looked into the bag and pulled out just two items of clothing.  

Oh. Shit.

I took my own clothes off, folding them carefully and put them in one of Terry's drawers, and pulled his selection on. Then, I studied my reflection in the mirror. 

I’d been aiming for an older, slightly conservative, inconspicuous, casual, masculine look when I left home – his friends were all more then twice my age, after all, so it seemed appropriate. Terry, however, obviously wanted me in something entirely different and to look way more the part I had imagined for myself.

Modest, it wasn’t. The simple muscle vest was way too big, so that it hung ridiculously low, but had also been cropped short. What were once straps were now frayed strings over my shoulders, that eventually joined to material lower down, with most of my chest and upper back being uncovered. He’d also given me an old pair of running shorts - the thin, white material worn and frayed. They must have been for a child of twelve; they really were too small, even for my 5 foot 4 inch height. They fit my waist (hey, I’m a gymnast, I don’t carry much fat) but were very short, so a wide area of skin was visible between the shorts and the raggedy cropped bottom of the baggy muscle shirt. He'd split the sides of the shorts and cut the mesh lining out, too. The outfit would have got me arrested for indecency if I’d worn it in public.

The raucous laughter and deep voices from downstairs were getting louder.

My reflection in the mirror confirmed that my pecs were hugely on show. The loose vest shoulder straps kept brushing against, and catching on, my pointy little nipples, sending sharp, unexpected pleasure signals straight to my balls. The shorts revealed more of my bum than they hid, as my bubble butt stretched the material and the top of my arse crack was visible. They were low on my hips due to the size of them, only about an inch above the base of my locked away cock. It was so bloody obvious that I had no body hair. My athletic, slim thighs looked good, though.

I looked like a blonde, clear skinned, angelic, athletic - but fourteen year old -  slut (despite being eighteen.....I hate this bloody delayed development thing). I felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable – and available. My little cock was pulsing in the solid, plastic cage, anxious for release. I could feel my balls rest across and on either side of the seam of the shorts, cupped tightly in the material and making a fairly obvious camel’s hoof effect. I could feel my under-used asshole pucker in anticipation against the seam of the shorts buried in my arse crack, itching for something a bit more substantial than that sodding tiny dildo that Terry had given me to use over the last three weeks.

Oh my God, I was so ready. Terrified, but so ready. Embarrassed that so much of my hairless body was on show, but so ready. Humiliated with the damp patch already showing in the tight, thin shorts..... but so ready.

I could visibly see my nipples hardening and become little peaks, as I began to blush furiously at the sight of my own reflection. I didn’t know if I had the nerve to go through with this, but knew that I would never forgive myself if I didn’t. And I think that Terry would have been disappointed too. He'd said his friends knew the score, and were there.....for me.

Terry opened the door as I was dithering.

“Fucking hell kid, you could make a fortune if you stood on the street corner looking like that!” he breathed. “Ok, NOW you look like you want to get fucked good and proper. The lads are all ready to party. Get your arse downstairs -  there’s a group of big, hairy bastards who are very keen to make your acquaintance”.

***

As soon as the door opened and I walked in behind Terry, a cheer went up and a large hand went around the back of my neck. I was propelled forward by the hand’s owner – Dave, apparently, 6 feet of rugby playing muscle - who spent a few minutes gripping my neck with one hand and strumming my nipples with the tip of a finger on his other hand. He leaned down to my ear and told me quietly, in no uncertain terms, that I was going to be drowning in his cum by the end of the night, before pushing me forward, further into the room full of very large men.

Terry told me much later that he had contacted twelve of his mates (the ones he knew who were broad minded) but not all of them could come. Ten had though, and they were all big guys ranging from 37 to 48 years old. And all very different. Tall, wide and mostly hairy seemed to be the common trait, but after that it was a mix .....Dark, fair, bald, black, white, mixed race, facial hair, clean shaven, beefy, slimmer.....I was so overwhelmed by the press of bodies in the room that I felt insignificant and intimidated – and hugely aroused - as I was passed from one fully clothed guy to another. 

The baggy muscle vest invited hands to wander down my back and front, hands pressing my pecs and fingers teasing and squeezing my nipples. More hands explored the bulges of my butt cheeks and fingers traced down through my exposed arse crack, or pressed into the mounds created by my balls laying across the tight seam of the shorts, or tapped on the solid cage containing my permanently dribbling, forcibly flaccid, cock.

At one point, a very muscular guy had me sat on his lap like a five year old, one hand rubbing my back, his other tweaking my nipples, nuzzling his misshapen nose (must have been Mad Matt......) into my ear and whispering that he was going to fuck me so hard that my teeth would rattle. I believed him. I could feel the hard lump of the erection in his Jean’s against my thighs.

Another guy lifted me bodily over his ridiculously broad shoulder so that my front was dangling down across his back, and he and a couple more took turns over the next five minutes to spank my arse, each betting who could make me cry first. The only crying I did was of excitement.

After about 30 minutes of whispered promises for my treatment that night, being groped and petted by one after another, one of the men (dark haired, unshaven, over 40) slipped his hands into the waistband of my tiny shorts, ripped them open, then drew them down, while I was being held with his arm across my chest by a very tall red haired guy with amazing blue eyes. Suddenly, I didn’t have even the protection of the thin material. The remains of the shorts dropped to my ankles. As I was held immobile, someone reached over, caught my scrotum in one large hand and gently squeezed.

I gasped, immensely embarrassed to be so exposed (somehow, the thin vest made my nakedness even more pronounced – it was so loose that it hid nothing). And I was humiliated that my cock was so obviously locked away and useless, clearly turning me into nothing more than a freely available fuck toy – in heat, but unable to do anything about it. I was feeling very small and defenceless in my nudity – and massively turned on.

Another guy (Pervy Mike? – balding, thick set, looked like a typical weight lifter) immediately began to rub and press on my asshole with his fingertip and bent to tongue my left nipple, while the right was being gently plucked between thumb and forefinger by a huge, shaved headed black guy, while he leered toothily at me.

“You gonna be our fuck-slut, boy? You gonna take us all? We're gonna wear you out, boy" the black giant promised me. 

My lust kicked up another gear. I was panting with anticipation, and sweating with fright.

Terry's voice broke through the constant loud talking and laughing. “Gentlemen, your formal introductions to the pretty little party piece can begin. A suitable room is available upstairs, for your convenience and use, where you may subjugate the boy and ensure his total compliance to your wishes".

There was some laughter from the guys. Had this already been discussed and arranged?

Terry looked across to me. I saw the dominant thrill on his face but also a questioning look, as if he was silently seeking consent for the fantasy to continue. I winked at him. 

Terry led the way up the stairs with me being partly carried and partly propelled by another big bruiser with dark, curly hair and glasses (Mark the builder, as I found out later). The door to Terry’s spare room was open and I was pushed inside. Everyone else crowded in after me.

He had clearly been busy. The room was larger by half again than his own bedroom, mostly utilised for storage, as an office and general all purpose repository of crap that he might one day want/need. Terry had cleared it all out.

A king sized bed was in the centre of the room. There was no head or foot board. Instead, four large, sturdy, floor to ceiling wooden posts stood, each to a corner, which Terry had somehow attached to the bed frame itself. Above the bed, a huge mirror had been fitted to the ceiling. More of Terry’s signature ceiling hooks were located around the mirror. Ropes and leather shackles and restraints hung from the bed posts and many of the hooks. Terry had thoughtfully provided several bottles and jars of various types of lube, bottles of water, towels and tissues, all handily placed on a small table next to the bed. He was clearly making sure that his guests had everything that they may need. He's very hospitable like that.

There were several benches and chairs set around the walls, and the window had a heavy curtain pulled tightly across. Black painted sound insulation boarding had been screwed to the walls. He’d turned his spare room into a pretty good sex room, with a fairly heavy bondage influence.

“Your attention please, gentlemen!” called Terry, perching on a low bench, across the noise of the excited muttering of his friends. “The kid is young and inexperienced. He has been taught the virtues of control and obedience, and so now has the gifts of a hungry throat and a very talented arse. But gentlemen, although the boy has been trained by quality“ and Terry raised is arms theatrically and bowed, to chuckles and groaning derision from his friends “he is unfamiliar with sheer quantity. That deficit in the boy's training MUST be corrected.

And so, to prepare him and to ensure his compliance and enthusiasm for tonight’s educational extravaganza, the boy has been in chastity for 23 days. He has received periodic stimulation to increase his libido, but has only had the use of a  very small dildo to keep him happy. He should, therefore, be ready to go all night but, as I’m sure you will be pleased to hear, also be simultaneously magnificently tight. I appreciate how you gentlemen enjoy using a  little....force. 

The boy has told me that he wants an experience. I’m sure that we, older, wiser and more experienced men of the world, can provide the kid with some experiences tonight that he will never forget. So, for your enjoyment, he is here for your use, and for his further training and education. But abide by the rules:

Rule 1. He is not to be damaged. No beating, no wounding. Lubricants and towels are therefore provided. Please use them.

Rule 2. He must be secured or restrained. I want him to understand that as our submissive little slave he has no choice over his pain or pleasure, it is yours to give or withhold. He is helpless. He is here for your pleasure.

Rule 3. Whenever possible, he must be kept stimulated, for your pleasure and for the next man in line. The boy's nipples and balls are particularly sensitive and will keep his arousal levels high, for your enjoyment. No doubt, you will avail yourselves of the delights of the boy’s athletic, smooth and naked little body more thoroughly.

Rule 4. He is for your gratification. Breed him as much as you want, but the party stops at 4:00am.

Rule 5. Introductions should begin individually. Thereafter, to allow everyone sufficient time to have several turns, two at a time would be better and three or more.... perfectly acceptable. 

Additionally gentlemen, if you wish, at a time later in tonight’s proceedings, and for your pleasure only, the boy's cage will be removed.

Gentlemen, it is time to meet your cum dump for the night".

Continued in Part 5