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Down In A Hole
by Dim (dimitri69@fastmail.fm)
***
A mostly-true story. The details have been exaggerated
(this story is much more extreme than the real events),
and the names and parties involved have been changed.
But the basic story elements are true. A party LIKE
this really happened, and I really was subjected to
treatment SIMILAR to this. I've merely taken a bit of
artistic license. (F+/M, nc, v, tor, mast, bd)
***
As parties go it really didn't seem that outrageous. My
wife was out of town on a business trip and her sister
Wendy had invited me to a party with some of her
friends and co-workers. I'm not much of a "party
animal", but Wendy has always seemed pretty innocent
and harmless, so I figured this party wouldn't be that
big of a deal anyways. And at first I thought I'd been
right. It was basically a bunch of young men and women,
most of them teachers at the local high school, sitting
around chatting and drinking.
I'm not really sure when it all turned on me, but
looking back it's easy to imagine that everyone there
had been paying particular attention to me from the
moment I walked in. I kept catching people watching me
out of the corner of my eye, but when I'd turn to look
at them they'd go back to talking to someone else. I
can remember thinking once or twice that there were
some hushed conversations going on, conversations that
would quickly end or be redirected whenever I'd walk
over to introduce myself.
And of course there was the alcohol. There's always
alcohol, right? It seemed I was never allowed to have
an empty glass or beer bottle. Some "thoughtful" person
would always top me off or bring me a new beer without
me even having to ask. And so it was inevitable that I
got a bit of a buzz on.
At some point a game of Truth or Dare apparently
materialized out of nowhere. One minute it was just a
casual get together, and the next there was a room full
of hot young women (and a few boyfriends) laughing and
giggling and talking about sex and fantasies and
embarrassing moments. Wendy, my normally shy and
unassuming sister-in-law was among them, and eventually
she convinced me to join in.
Most everyone there were friends already, and so I was
sort of the new kid on the block. Naturally that meant
the game began to focus on me. I answered truth after
truth, describing my first sexual experience,
confessing the last time I'd masturbated, hinting at
some of my more forbidden fantasies. That lead one of
the girls there to confess that SHE had always
fantasized about glory holes.
Wendy asked what that was and Meghan, the woman who
owned the home we were in explained that a glory hole
lets a man put his cock through a hole in a wall and
get hand jobs and blow jobs from women without knowing
who it is. Wendy was intrigued, as were several other
women there. So the truth portion of the Truth or Dare
game then focused on who in the room would seriously
consider doing something like that. Given how young and
hot (and drunk) everyone was by that point it's not
surprising that pretty much everyone, myself included,
admitted that we would.
It's a bit fuzzy after that. I remember having a few
more drinks. I remember Wendy taking a couple of dares
that lead to her getting partially naked and kissing
another woman. And I remember her coming over and
encouraging ME to take a dare. I was expecting
something involving stripping or making out with
someone, hopefully my nearly nude and extremely sexy
sister-in-law. So with that in mind I agreed and on my
next turn, when Wendy asked me, "Truth or dare", I
answered... dare.
There was a little cheer and some clapping around the
room, and Wendy took me by the hand and lead me down
some stairs into the finished basement of the house.
She took me into a dimly lit room and the first thing I
noticed was another man, a boyfriend of one of the
other teachers at the party I'd met earlier in the
evening, stepping away from the far wall. He was naked
and his cock was hard and wet. He was flushed and out
of breath, and I finally noticed that the wall he'd
just stepped back from had a fist-sized hole right at
crotch level.
Without saying a word, Wendy lead me over to the wall
and began to undress me. I can't quite remember what my
reaction was at that point, it's all sort of a blur.
The man dressed and left and Wendy managed to get me
completely naked, apparently without me putting up too
much resistance. She stood next to me then and looked
at me.
"Can you guess what your dare is yet," she asked with a
smile.
As I stepped up to the wall and put my quickly-
hardening cock through the hole presented to me, Wendy
immediately stepped up behind me and guided my hands up
to two cuffs mounted at about shoulder height.
I imagine the thrill of the situation, and the
loosening affect of the alcohol kept me from
questioning too much at that point. I simply stood
still as my beautiful and "innocent" little sister-in-
law secured my wrists into the leather cuffs. Then she
moved up against me, her bra-covered breasts pressing
into my back as she stood up on her tip-toes to breath
into my ear.
"I dare you to stay here and enjoy the rest of the
night." She kissed my cheek and left the room.
I stood there for some time before I felt the first
touch on my cock. I jumped at the unexpected contact,
but my cock quickly grew completely rigid as the warm,
delicate fingers of some unknown woman began stroking
up and down it's length. Instantly I understood the
turn on of the anonymity factor. Not knowing who was
touching me allowed me to think back over the entire
night and imagine that it was any one of the beautiful
young women I'd seen, even Wendy herself. And when a
second, and then a THIRD hand began touching and
stroking and teasing me I began to fantasize that it
could be ALL of the beautiful young women.
The hands on my cock began jacking me off faster and
faster. Whoever it was touching me clearly knew what
they were doing, as my arousal grew faster than I would
have thought possible. Within minutes I was ready to
explode. But just before I came the hands pulled away
and left my cock unfulfilled.
I moaned in frustration and thrust my hips against the
wall, pumping my cock in and out of the hole as much as
I could, trying to continue the sensation. I thought I
could barely make out some muffled voices and laughter
from the other side of the wall, but no one touched me
and my own efforts were useless. I stood there for
several minutes as my near-orgasm faded and my erection
began to relax.
And suddenly there was another touch, another feminine
hand gripping me, stroking me. I grew completely hard
again in an instant and thrust as far as possible into
the hole, offering every inch of my cock to the
ministrations of whichever gorgeous young stranger was
now taking her turn. Whoever it was stroked me hard and
fast for a minute or so before I felt the first warm,
wet caress of a tongue across the head of my cock.
I held my breath as the strange mouth completely
engulfed me, lips stretching around the shaft and
moving up and down it's length. I felt her tongue
cradle the head, the rough roof of her mouth abrading
it as she sucked me deep into her throat. Again I felt
my orgasm build...
And again I was denied at the last possible second. The
hand and mouth pulled away just as I was about to cum,
leaving my cock bobbing in the cool air of the next
room. I tried to picture what it must look like from
their side of the wall. I imagined what my cock must
look like protruding from a hole in the wall, wet and
red and engorged, waiting desperately for release.
It turned me on even more to realize that there were
likely dozens of women waiting to take turns using and
teasing my cock. And I realized how turned on I was by
the idea that those women were in complete control of
when (or even IF) I came tonight. They could touch and
stroke and lick and suck as much or as little as they
wanted, and there was nothing that guaranteed I would
even be allowed to get off.
And so it went for quite some time. I'm not really
sure, but I'd guess that I was brought to the edge of
orgasm maybe fifteen times. By that point it was not
only frustrating but actually almost painful. I was
desperately thrusting my hips against the wall as hard
as I could, frantically trying to get off every single
time someone would touch me. I was pulling at the
restraints on my wrists, hoping to free myself so I
could at least get MYSELF off. And I was starting to
yell at the women in the next room every time they'd
tease me and pull away.
At one point I tried a different tactic and tried to
hold completely still. I hoped that I could mask how
close I was to cumming long enough to keep whoever was
sucking my cock this time to get me off without meaning
to. But it was no use. Someone over there was clearly
an expert at teasing, somehow knowing exactly the last
possible second to pull away and leave me as close yet
unsatisfied as possible time and time again.
Finally I heard the door behind me open and Wendy
entered the room. She walked up behind me and ran her
hands from my shoulders down my back to my ass.
"You're moving too much, darling," she said, pushing my
hips tight against the wall in front of me. Suddenly
she reaches between my legs and I feel the cool,
delicate fingers of my sexy, forbidden fantasy girl cup
my balls and feed them gently through the hole and into
the other room. She then quickly took another leather
strap and fastened it to the wall and around my ass,
binding me tightly in place and preventing me from
moving or thrusting back and forth even the slightest
bit.
Next she bound my ankles in place, securing them with
cuffs identical to the ones at my wrists. And when she
was satisfied that I was held completely immobile she
stood up and fastened a ball gag into my mouth.
"There, that's better," she says. "Is that comfortable?
I hope so, 'cause you're going to be stuck like that
for a really, really long time." I hear Wendy take out
a cell phone and start dialing. Then she clicks it over
to speaker so I can hear both sides of the call. After
a couple of rings I hear a familiar voice.
"Hello," my wife says.
"Hey, it's me," Wendy says. "I hope you were serious
about what we talked about, 'cause we've got him."
"Already? Wow, that didn't take long."
"Yeah, he was pretty easy. A few beers and me in my bra
and panties kissing another girl was all it took."
My wife laughs. "I'm sure. So where is he right now?"
"We're in that room at Meghan's place I told you about.
He's tied in place, gagged and ready." Wendy smacks my
ass sharply. "So... were you serious?"
"Oh absolutely," my wife says. "Completely."
"Well he's here listening right now, if you want to
tell him yourself."
"Hey baby, how's your night going?" They both laugh.
"Well just so you know, Wendy and I have been talking
about what to do with you for a couple of months now,
and I've agreed to let her have you for the weekend. We
both know that you THINK you've been "secretly" lusting
after her ever since I introduced the two of you, but
trust me, you haven't really been very secret about it.
And Wendy has been dying to try out some of her extreme
fantasies, but didn't want to risk her relationship
with her boyfriend. So we talked about how extreme your
own fantasies are and it seemed like a perfect fit."
I try to mumble through my gag and pull on my
restraints, but it's no good. My wife continues.
"I've told Wendy that she can do absolutely anything at
all she wants to you for the next three days. Now just
to be clear, we talked in detail about what her
fantasies really are, and I know just exactly how
severe this is going to be for you. She's spelled
everything out for me and given me a very clear picture
of what she'll be doing to you, and it's really, REALLY
extreme. And I've agreed completely. I have given her
my enthusiastic blessing to do all of it. Remember that
when it all starts, baby. Wendy told me weeks ago what
would be happening to you and I've given her my
approval. And so, Wendy, so he understands what I'm
talking about, why don't you remind me of what you're
going to do to my husband."
"Well, I've got him tied to that wall I told you about,
with his cock and balls passed through that glory hole
and exposed in the other room. He's already been teased
about a dozen times or so. The girls are having a good
time with him. But when I go back over there we're
going to start the REAL show.
"I've told everyone that the teasing is just the
appetizer. What everyone is really here for is the
chance to whip him. What I want to see is all of my
friends taking turns using various belts and crops and
lashes to whip every last inch of Paul's exposed cock.
As soon as I get off the phone with you I'm going to go
back over and tie his cock and balls like we discussed,
tight at the base of the shaft to keep his cock rock
hard no matter what we do to it, and then looped around
his balls to squeeze them tight and hold them up into
view."
Wendy moves close to me as she continues, talking close
to my ear now as she describes what is about to happen.
"Once he's prepared I'll tease him a few times myself.
And then I'll start the party off with the first
whipping. I've decided to use a leather belt because I
think it will be flexible enough to get all those hard
to reach spots but easy enough to control that I can
focus on specific areas. It's that brown braided
leather one I showed you the other day. I think the
braided leather will hurt a bit more than just the flat
belt would."
"Good," my wife interrupts. "I mean if we're going to
all this trouble than I at least want you to hurt him
as much as possible."
"Exactly," Wendy says. "So, I'll whip his cock for a
little while and then I'll turn him over to the girls.
I want to watch what the others do to him. There are
nineteen women here tonight that have agreed to whip
and torture him, so I'm interested to see how they all
go about it. Someone's bound to come up with something
I haven't thought of yet. And I'm thinking about prizes
for some things, like maybe 'most imaginative torture'
and 'most painful torture', things like that.
"Anyways, after an hour or two of that I'll do the wax
thing. I'll take a candle and drip hot molten wax all
over his cock. You and I experimented with that the
other day, putting wax just on our fingers and the
backs of our hands just to see how hot it really was,
so we know how much that hurt. Well I can only imagine
how much more painful it will be on his cock,
especially after it's been brutally whipped for a
couple of hours."
"God, that sounds great," my wife moans. "Please tell
me you're filming all of this for me Wendy."
"Of course. We've got three video cameras going and
several of the girls brought their digital cameras and
cell phone cameras. There'll be plenty of film to look
at after this, trust me."
"Awesome. Hey, I was thinking. Why don't you shave him
before you do all of this. I've heard that shaving a
man's privates makes them more sensitive. And it'll be
easier to get the wax everywhere if he's bare."
"Oh, good idea," Wendy says. She walks to the door and
yells to the others. "Hey Meghan, go upstairs and get a
couple of razors and shaving gel please!"
Wendy comes back over to me and continues.
"Okay, so I'll cover every single centimeter of your
husband's tortured cock with hot wax, paying particular
attention to the sensitive head. Then, once it's cooled
and hardened I'll peel it all off and let the girls
start whipping him again. Hopefully the hot wax will
have left him even more tender than he already was and
the whips will hurt even more. I want to see how red we
can make his cock. I want everyone to whip him really,
really hard. Every once in awhile I'll come back in
here to see how he's reacting to the pain, and to check
on the camera I'll have set up in here recording. But
most of the time I'll be sitting right up close,
watching his cock get redder and redder. I think his
cock head will actually turn deep purple while we're
doing all of this."
"Yeah, probably," my wife says. "I told you he likes
for me to slap the head of his cock while I'm jacking
him off, and even that gentle little punishment gets it
deep red. I imagine all the things you're going to do
to it will be a thousand times worse."
"Well I may have to do the whip-wax-whip thing a few
times to get the pain and redness I'm hoping for. But
that's okay. We've got time.
"When I've finally had enough of that I'm going to
reach in and hold his sore, raw cock up out of the way
and watch while each and ever person in that room takes
turns whipping his cleanly shaven balls."
When I hear Wendy say that, and listen to my wife moan
in satisfaction on the other end of the line, I cry
out. I start struggling with all my strength to get
free.
"Ooh, I think that finally scared him," Wendy says. She
holds the phone closer to me so my wife can hear the
sounds I'm making.
"Oh baby, yes. That's right, you should be scared. God,
you have no idea how much I wish I was there to help my
sister whip your balls, baby. Wendy, promise me you'll
go first. I want to know you will be the first person
to bring a real whip down hard on his balls. You can
let everyone take a turn, but I want to know you'll be
the first."
Wendy presses against my body and whispers directly
into my ear, still holding the phone close so my wife
can hear.
"You have my word, I will be the first woman to whip
Paul's balls."
I scream into the gag, desperately trying to make
myself heard. Wendy reaches up and loosens the gag just
barely enough to pull it aside and let me mumble around
it.
"Oh god, please don't do this. Honey, god this is too
much. Wendy, please, PLEASE! I'm begging you, I'll do
anything you want. You can do anything you want, just
please not my balls. Do anything you want, but my
balls... that's too much. God Wendy, please not that.
That's too much. I can't stand that. You've no idea..."
Wendy is moaning, obviously turned on listening to me
beg. My wife is turned on too, as she continues.
"Oh Paul," she says, "yes, that's it baby. Beg. Mmm,
yes. We KNOW it's too much. We have a very good idea
how bad it will be, and we don't care. Actually that's
not true, is it Wendy? We do care. We care because we
both WANT it to be too much. You'll stand whatever my
sister and her friends decide to do to you because you
don't have a choice. You have no choice but to stand
there and take everything Wendy does to you."
"No... no please," I beg. "Baby please don't let her do
this."
"Let her? No Paul I WANT her to do this to you. Wendy?"
"Yeah," Wendy replies.
"Wendy, promise me you'll whip his balls HARD. I
really, really want you to whip those balls as hard as
you can. I want your word that you'll torture and
punish him more than he can possibly, possibly bear."
"Oh yeah, trust me. I promise. I will whip his cock
till he wishes he didn't even have one. And then I'll
spend hours, you hear me Paul, HOURS savagely whipping
his tied balls. And when I've finally worn myself out,
when my arm is too tired to whip him any more, every
single woman here, all nineteen of them, will each
repeat the process."
"Dammit Wendy, no, please, please, please don't do
this. God! I can't take it. You don't understand... do
anything you want to my cock. Please, just whip my
cock. Burn it with wax and whip it again. Please, just
please torture my cock. But not my balls... god,
there's no way... you don't understand, I can't take
that. I can't..."
Wendy shoves the ball gag back into my mouth and
tightens it.
"You WILL take it, Paul," she says. "You will take it.
Everything I've just told you will happen, and you'll
just have to stand here and take it. It's not your
choice. Begging is fun but it won't help you. Nothing
at all is going to stop any of this. It's already been
decided. It will happen and it will be too much for you
and that's just too damn bad."
I hear my wife laugh on the phone.
"God Wendy, is it wrong for me to be turned on
listening to my sister talk like that? It's wrong for
me to be so turned on I could cum just listening to my
sister whip and torture my husband."
"Well," Wendy says, "hurry back and you can join in."
"Yeah, I think I will. I think I'll try and head back
early so I can help you guys. Can you occupy yourself
with him for a couple of days till I get there?"
"Oh yeah. Most of the girls will be going home tonight
or tomorrow morning. But I'LL be spending at least the
next couple of days with Paul here. I know a guy that's
curious and would probably be willing to fuck his ass
for us if you'd like. Maybe I can get a guy or two to
fuck his ass while you and I whip his cock and balls.
Would you like that?"
"Wendy, you're a genius. You have a gift for this. Are
you sure Paul is your first victim," she asks jokingly.
"Afraid so. That just means he gets to be my guinea
pig. All the things I've always wanted to try I'll try
out on him. Thanks for this by the way. This is the
best present anyone's ever given me."
"Any time, sis. Any time. Now, I've got to get back to
work, and so do you. Don't want the other girls to get
bored and wander off before the fun starts. Just make
sure you're the first to whip his balls, and make sure
all the cameras are working. I'm going to want to watch
and re-watch all of this."
"You've got it. Talk to you soon."
"Bye Paul," my wife says in a mock-innocent, sing-song
voice. "Be good to my sister. I'll be back soon."
With that she hangs up and Wendy heads for the door.
"Okay, enough warm up. I'm going back in the other room
and we'll get started. Are you ready, Paul? Just wait
there, you'll know when it's time to begin."
She laughs and closes the door behind her, leaving me
helpless in the dark with no idea of what's happening
on the other side of the wall. But I know what's
coming...
End
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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