From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Party (M+m, sub, gay)
Date: 19 Feb 1996 17:20:42 GMT

			      The Party

	Don called to say that some friends were throwing a combined
birthday and pre-Christmas party on Friday night, and we were invited.
It was to be an all-gay party, and according to Don this friend had a
reputation for *wild* parties, so I was looking forward to it with
some interest. On Thursday night, as we were settling down to sleep
after some enjoyable gymnastics, Don bit my ear to get my attention
and said, "Hey. How'd you like to go to the party tomorrow in slave
rig? You'd cause a riot."

	I thought he was joking at first, but he rolled me over and
lay half on top of me and said, "I'm serious, you'd enjoy it and so
would everyone else. Wouldn't you like to be stripped by stages as the
evening warms up... get fucked in front of an audience... get filled
at both ends??"

	I had to admit that the idea turned me on, but I was a bit
nervous about being vulnerable to people I didn't know. He assured me
that he would make very certain that nothing bad happened to me, and
in the end I agreed. He arranged to come home early on Friday to get
me prepared and "in the right frame of mind... " My imagination was
already working hard on the idea, and I thought that by the time
Friday evening rolled around, my frame of mind would need very little
adjustment!

	On Friday morning he wouldn't let me j/o before leaving for
school, and told me not to during the day, threatening dire
punishments if I did! He said he wanted me on a `hair trigger' for the
evening. So when I arrived home in the afternoon I'd been up and down
like a yo- yo all day - my concentration was shot to pieces! As I put
the bike away in the garage he appeared at the connecting door to the
house, holding the collar and waiting for me. He didn't say anything,
just watched me as I left the helmet sitting on the bike and got down
on my hands and knees and crawled across the concrete floor to him. I
stopped when I reached him and kissed his boots, then waited for
developments.

	He crouched down in front of me and pulled my head up by the
hair until it was resting on his knee, then buckled the collar round
my neck, tight enough so that the leather dug into my skin along the
edges. He looked at me thoughtfully and rubbed his thumb along the
edge of my jaw; I was shivering, partly anticipation, partly
excitement, partly apprehension about what was going to happen. He
asked me if I'd ever had an enema, and I said no. Apparently I had to
be clean and empty for this party; after all, it would never do for
someone to stick their fingers up my ass and get them dirty, would it?
So he clipped the leash onto the collar and I crawled after him
through the house to the bathroom, crawling "to heel" like a good dog.

	In the bathroom he strapped leather cuffs onto my wrists and
ankles and clipped them together firmly with my arms behind my back.
Then he dropped my jeans to my knees and pulled me over so that I was
lying across his lap as he sat on the edge of the tub. I felt
something hard and warm against my asshole, and relaxed to let the
nozzle in. It moved inside me and he reached under me to grip my balls
as the warm water started to flow into my ass. It felt pretty good and
I just relaxed and lay there across him enjoying it. After a while I
guess I must have been full, as he pulled the nozzle out and replaced
it with a butt plug, squeezing my cheeks together to stop anything
leaking out. He let me lie there for a few minutes,then pulled my
jeans up, swung me round and stood me up in the tub.

	The urge to shit was immediate as soon as I was upright and I
clenched my ass muscles round the plug to hold it in. I expected him
to sit me on the john but he didn't, just sat there with an expectant
look on his face. I could feel the water starting to dribble out no
matter how hard I tried to hold it in,and I was pleading with him to
at least get my pants out of the way so I wouldn't mess in them. He
stood up and I thought he was going to help me, but instead he
backhanded me across the face, hard enough to make me yelp, and enough
of a shock that I lost hold and the plug slipped out, followed by a
gush of warm dirty water and lumps and bits of shit.

	I hadn't really noticed with the effort of holding my ass
closed, but the enema had made me need to piss too, and having lost
control of one hole I didn't seem to have much of a hold over the
other one either. Hot piss followed the water from my ass down my legs
and soaked my pants, so that I was standing in a puddle of shit and
piss in the tub. I stood there crying and calling him all the names I
could think of for making me shit myself. That was a bad idea since it
got me another backhander across the other cheek, so I shut up and
realized that in spite of my humiliating state I was also extremely
turned on. He reached around behind me and squelched the back of my
jeans against my ass.

	After a few moments he began to undress me - I was still in
bike jacket etc from the ride home - removing everything including the
leather collar and cuffs, but retying my hands behind me with some
rope. Then he turned on the shower, got undressed himself and climbed
into the tub with me. I don't think I've ever been quite so thoroughly
washed in my life. He started at the top and worked his way down,
cleaning every part that he could reach - hair, ears, nostrils,
armpits, navel, even between my toes. Of course he paid special
attention to my crotch, especially my ass, making me bend over and
pushing his soapy fingers far up into me, then rinsing me out with a
spray bottle of clean water. When I was clean he made me get out,
wrapped me in a towel and sat me on the floor to wait for him.

	Once he himself was washed, dried and dressed in underpants
and t- shirt he started on me again. I was just about dry inside the
towel anyway, so he finished off the damp bits then replaced my slave
collar and cuffs. I then had to lie face up on the floor, with a towel
under my ass while he shaved my whole pubic area very closely and
carefully. I love it when he shaves along my ass crack and round the
hole, it always makes me shiver. When I was clean and bare he rubbed
lotion into the whole area so that I would be soft and smooth.

	All the time he was doing this he kept touching my asshole;
soft feather touches that were gone as soon as I felt them and made me
feel more and more open to him, made me want to have his big cock
inside me, or fingers or tongue, something, anything to fill me, I was
so hungry! Every time he did it I would moan and try to push against
him but he held me down and wouldn't let me have it, until he used his
fingers to spread lube all along my crack and up inside my asshole,
then filled me with a fat buttplug. Even then he did it very quickly,
wouldn't let me lean into his fingers and enjoy it. Eventually he
finished with me and pulled me up on to my feet. He dressed me in my
newest & tightest pair of 501's with nothing underneath, t-shirt and
leather bike jacket and boots, then carried me down the stairs and
dumped me in the van with my wrists and ankles tied to wait for him.

	By the time he climbed into the van and prepared to leave it
had been pitch dark in the garage for some time, as well as freezing
cold, and I was feeling very uncomfortable and slightly scared. He
came over to me and stroked my hair, rubbing his fingers over my scalp
and kissing me hard, making me surrender all over again till I could
hardly breathe and my balls were aching with wanting him. He knows
exactly how to get to me - I find kissing intensely exciting and he
sure made the most of it. By the time we actually drove off to the
party with me lying tied up on the back seat of the van I was hot and
hard and ready - for just about anything.

	When we reached Don's friend's house he parked the van, then
came through to the back where I was lying and dug in his jacket
pocket for something, I couldn't see what it was in the darkness. But
I soon found out when he pulled down my jeans and wrapped a sheath
round my balls, pulling it tight, intensifying the ache that was
already there. I thought that would be all, but no, he pulled up my
t-shirt and stretched out a nipple with his fingers, then something
cold and metal pressed against it, biting in as he tightened the
clamp. The other one of the pair went on the other nipple, and
gradually the pain died away to an ache as I got used to the feeling -
till he pulled my t-shirt down and it scraped across the nipples,
making me shudder again and try to pull away from him. He ignored the
protest and refastened my jeans and jacket, then unbound my ankles and
led me out of the van and up to the door.

	We were not very early arriving, so when we walked into the
hall the party was already in full swing and fairly noisy. Don got a
lot of greetings of the "hey, where ya been? Haven't seen you for
ages!" type, it seems that I had taken him out of circulation for the
last few months - which is a rather ego-boosting thought! I didn't
know anybody at all, so I kept close to Don and followed him through
the crowd. It felt very strange to be among all these people and not
be able to use my hands, every so often someone would pinch my ass or
pat it and there wasn't a thing I could do about it. It was a thought
that both scared and elated me, and I'm sure I must have been red in
the face (and probably everywhere else) with embarrassment and
excitement.

	At the bar Don got a drink for himself but not for me, since I
couldn't hold a glass, and we gravitated to a small group of guys
around Don's age at one side of the room. They all knew each other,
and all looked at me in the same way - a sort of anticipatory gloating
leer as if they wanted to eat me up. Every so often Don gave me a
drink from his glass, in fact more often than he drank himself, and
since he was drinking scotch which I am not at all used to, I soon
began to feel quite relaxed and slightly lightheaded. I was still
wearing my jacket and was starting to sweat with the heat, and Don
suggested that one of the guys help me out by taking it off.

	There were lots of volunteers for this job, and in the end one
of them untied my wrists and held them behind me, while another
unzipped the jacket and peeled it off. Then someone suggested that
they might as well take my shirt off now too, since it would save
untying my hands again later. Several pairs of hands instantly grabbed
my shirt and pulled it off over my head, making me gasp with pain as
it caught on the nipple clamps on the way. The guy behind me holding
my wrists cuffed them together again firmly and pushed me into the
middle of the group, so that they could all have a good look at me as
I obeyed Don's order to turn around slowly. Half of me wanted to run
away and hide: the other half wanted to get down on my knees in front
of the guy with the biggest bulge and beg to be allowed to suck him.
In fact I didn't do either, I just stood there and waited while they
asked Don what sort of things I would do, and he told them, in detail,
that I liked to be knocked about and tied up and fucked roughly, to
have my mouth fucked and to lick balls and asses...

	After a while someone asked did I have a nice dick, and Don
said they could open up my pants and have a look. The one directly in
front of me stepped up real close and put his hand on my crotch,
squeezing and rubbing my aching balls and making my cock spring up to
full hardness again. He undid the buttons one by one and spread open
my jeans, letting my cock poke out in front of me and digging his hand
inside to pull my balls out too.

	"Hey, nice and smooth!" he said, grinning down at me and
working his hand deeper inside my pants, feeling along the crack
behind my balls as he leaned down and stick his tongue in my mouth. I
leaned into his hand and sucked on his tongue, enjoying the feel of
someone else apart from Don for the first time in months. Someone
behind me was tugging at my jeans, pulling them down over my ass and
down my legs till they stopped at the top of my boots and I stood
there naked from the knees up. There seemed to be hands all over me,
pulling and stroking and probing, with two fingers from two different
directions working their way up my ass. I just closed my eyes and took
whatever came, not caring anymore who was looking or what they might
think.

	Hands pulled my feet up in turn and peeled off my boots and
jeans, then they pushed me over the back of a chair, pulled my legs
apart and held me there.

	"Give him the biggest one first," said a voice, and there was
quick agreement that the biggest one was Joey's.

	"Let him see it before you give it him," said someone else,
and my head was pulled up by the hair to look at the thick hard dick
being held under my nose. I reached out a tongue to lick it but he
pulled it away and dropped my head and moved round behind me. Hands
spread my legs and my asscheeks, pulling me wide open till I felt his
big head nudging at my asshole and moaned, trying to push up against
it. He laughed to see how much I wanted it and teased me with the
head, rubbing it against my hole and half pushing it into me, then
withdrawing again till I was begging him incoherently to please shove
it in and fuck me.

	And that's exactly what he did, driving it right into me on
the first stroke and keeping up a hard fast fuck stroke right from the
start. He was bigger than Don, bigger than any guy I'd ever had, it
felt as if his cock was going to go all the way through me and come
out through my mouth. He held my thighs down hard against the back of
the chair and rammed that thick dick into me as if he wanted to split
me open - and I loved every inch, grunting at each stroke like an
animal and urging him on to give me it hard and deep, till he clutched
me tighter and leaned over me, gasping and panting as his cock jerked
and spasmed inside my hole and shot his cum deep inside me.

	I didn't realize until I heard the round of applause, but the
rest of the party had almost come to a halt while everybody watched
him drill me out. He slipped out of me and the hands pulled me upright
again to look at all the curious excited faces staring at me.

	"I think we'd better adjourn to somewhere a bit more private
for the rest of this session," said Don from behind me, and the hands
hustled me out of the living room and along a corridor to a bedroom.
I heard the door lock behind us as I was pushed face down onto the bed
while they held a short whispered discussion about exactly what they
should do to me.

	I lay quite still on the bed, straining my ears to hear what
they were saying, but I couldn't make out more than a few words.
Someone moved behind me and slipped a blindfold over my eyes and tied
it tightly behind my head, then flipped me over onto my back and
hauled me into the middle of the bed. My wrists were unclipped and my
arms pulled above my head as other hands spread my legs apart and they
tied my wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, pulling the
bonds tight so that I was stretched apart as far as possible. Then
they lifted my ass and pushed a thick pillow under my lower back so
that my balls were dangling between my legs, still tightly encased in
the sheath, and my ass was suspended a little above the bed.

	A heavy body sat on my chest and I felt his cock touch my
cheek. I turned my head and stuck out my tongue to try and reach it
but he grabbed my jaw and held my head still while he rubbed his
sticky dickhead across my face, wiping his precum onto my nose and
cheeks before sticking the head into my mouth and ordering me to
"Suck, boy!" I explored his smallish dick with my tongue, finding that
he was uncut and gently tonguing under his foreskin as I sucked him
further into my mouth.

	Meanwhile two guys were working on my crotch, one with his
head under me licking my ass and another sucking on my dick. My
asshole was still feeling tender from the reaming I'd just had, but
the guy licking was an expert; his tongue flickered and probed and
stroked me till I was moaning as well as I could with my mouth full of
cock, feeling my ass open up more and more as he worked his hot tongue
deeper into me. The guy sucking my dick alternated between fast and
slow strokes, bringing me slowly closer and closer to the edge. My
balls were aching, I needed to come so bad, my legs were shaking and
twitching I was so close, but he stopped and took his mouth away as I
reached the very brink, gripping his fist tightly round the base of my
cock to keep me from coming.

	Everything seemed to hang suspended in space for a moment,the
guy in my mouth and the one on my ass holding still as I teetered
there on the very edge of coming, then slowly slipped back from the
edge, whimpering and half crying with need and frustration.

	"What makes you think you deserve to come, pretty boy?" said a
voice in my ear. "You gotta get all of us off first, at least once
each, probably more, then maybe, maybe we'll let you come. If you're
lucky."

	My mouth was still full of cock so I couldn't do much except
grunt in reply, but he didn't seem to expect an answer. The guy in my
mouth moved then, turning around to face the bottom of the bed and
holding my head with both hands. He tipped my head back and wedged
something hard between my jaws to force my mouth wide open, then
nudged his cock into my mouth again, this time pushing it in firmly as
far as it would go and beginning to fuck my throat slowly. As he did
so, hands untied my ankles and lifted them up,

	They held me there and I expected to feel another cock pushing
at my asshole, but instead I heard a swishing sound. For a moment I
couldn't work it out, but the feel of the cane slashing across my
asscheeks told me all I needed to know. My whole body jerked with the
shock and I clenched my fists round the straps holding me. Six hard
strokes left me shaking, my ass burning with pain, then I got what I
expected before - a hard, well greased cock pressing against my pain-
tightened asshole.

	It took a conscious effort to relax enough for him to get it
in, then he and the guy fucking my mouth synchronised their strokes,
one going in as the other pulled out so that it felt after a while as
if there was just one cock that passed all the way through my body.

	As the strokes grew quicker and harder I felt a touch on the
nipple clamps, then someone began to pull on them alternately, in time
with the cocks plunging in and out of my mouth and my ass, sending
jolts of fire through my nerves straight to my cock. Hands tightened
on my head and I felt the cock in my mouth begin to swell. He pulled
it out and rubbed it hard against my face, spurting his cum onto my
chin and cheeks and leaning his weight hard against my face as he
gasped in pleasure. The guy fucking my butt was grunting as he rammed
the last few strokes into me, then collapsed across my chest, his cock
still twitching inside me as I squeezed my muscles round him.

	Slowly they withdrew and I felt a tongue licking the cum off
my face, then my wrists were untied from the bed rail and fastened
behind me again, and they rolled me off the bed onto the floor.

	"Somewhere in this room are a couple of hard pricks, boy,"said
a voice. "Now you crawl around and find `em, and suck `em. And make it
quick!"

	It's very awkward crawling with your hands tied behind you,
especially when you're blindfolded and keep bumping into things, and
don't know where you're heading anyway. I started out trying to move
quickly, as ordered, but after I'd fallen over once and cracked my
head on the corner of something I slowed down. Someone didn't approve
of that and swatted my ass to speed me up again, then I found a pair
of legs and searched upwards with my tongue for his cock. But when I
found it it was soft, this must have been one of the guys who'd just
had me, so I kept on searching. I could hear them laughing at me and
moving around in the room, I knew they were keeping out of the way so
I couldn't find them, and every so often one of them would push me
over with his foot or give me a whack on my back or asscheeks with a
belt because I was too slow.

	Eventually I tripped for the umpteenth time and landed on a
pair of feet which backed away hastily. I scrambled forward on my
knees and chest trying not to let him getaway, then as he backed up
against the wall and had to stop I knelt upright and found his hard
cock, still inside underpants. Carefully I used my teeth to pull down
the waistband of his briefs, working them downwards until I could
reach his cock and his big shaved balls. I started licking eagerly,
I've always wanted to lick a pair of really smooth balls and he
smelled and tasted wonderful. I sucked them and licked them and rolled
them around in the sac, trying to get both in my mouth at once and not
quite succeeding, until someone pulled my head away and remarked that
I was supposed to be working on his dick, not his balls.

	Reluctantly I left those gorgeous balls and started on his
dick. It felt warm and smooth under my tongue as I licked up and down
the shaft, getting him slick and wet with my spit, then nibbling with
my lips round the edge of his mushroom head before sucking it into my
mouth. As I worked more and more of his length into my mouth I forgot
about everything else, my aching balls and nipples and ass faded into
the background till all that existed was his thick stalk invading my
mouth, the feel and the smell and taste of him. The others in the room
were quiet, all I could hear were my own soft pleasure noises and the
wet sounds as I sucked him enthusiastically. His breathing grew
quicker and louder as he wound his fingers in my hair and pulled me
harder onto his dick, fucking my throat fiercely as his balls pulled
up and pressed harder against my chin, and he squirted his hot cum
into my mouth and down my throat. He held my head pressed close into
him, grinding my face into his crotch and jerking spasmodically as I
sucked the last few drops of cum out of him, unable to breathe but
wanting to keep him in me as long as I could.

	Eventually he pulled away and I licked his cock clean, then
leaned down again to lick the sweat off his balls. For a moment I was
allowed to, then someone pulled me round so that I faced out away from
him, and he gripped my head tightly. The blindfold was pulled off and
I faced a semicircle of stiff cocks, only inches from my face. I
couldn't look up to see which cock belonged to who as my head was held
firmly, I just watched as a fist encircled each cock and they began to
stroke. It was fascinating to see the differences; different sizes,
shapes, cut and uncut, different stroking techniques and speeds, some
which dribbled precum right from the start, one which only produced a
few drops until the moment of coming. Every so often one of them would
lean forward and wipe his cock across my face, leaving a sticky smear
of precum. When they started to come it almost took me by surprise, I
was so involved in watching the action, but one by one they leaned
forward and squirted the warm sticky stuff onto my face and hair.
Immediately after they had finished the guy holding my head used the
blindfold to wipe up a lot of the cum, then tied the wet sticky cloth
back across my eyes.

	I was pulled to my feet and spun around several times till I
was completely disoriented again, then one of them picked me up, swung
me over his shoulder, and carried me across the room. When he let me
down, hands grasped my legs and spread them apart and I realized that
at least one of the guys had not jacked off in my face with the
others. They lowered me onto his hard dick until I was sitting on it
facing outwards, my legs hanging down either side."OK boy, now fuck
yourself on it," he said, and I recognised the voice as Don's. I
planted my feet firmly on either side and started to do squats on his
big cock, feeling it push into my aching rectum again and again, his
hands lightly resting on my hips to control the speed and depth. I
followed the pressure of his hands, lifting up right off him and
making short bouncing movements so that his head popped in and out of
my hole, then swooping down so that the full length drove into me and
the thick base of his cock stretched my butthole almost beyond
bearing. I kept going, his hands gripping my hips tighter and urging
me faster and his cock starting to push up into me from underneath.

	Suddenly he held me still, wrapped both arms round my waist
and stood up so that my feet lifted off the ground. Other guys hands
moved me into position on my knees and chest as he knelt on the floor
behind me, not letting his cock slip out of my asshole. He began to
move again, fucking me with quick hard rough strokes while other hands
pulled at my balls and sore nipples again, and slapped my red-striped
ass. He came fast and hard with a short deep groan and his fingernails
digging into my hips where he was holding me.

	When he pulled out they stood me upright and pulled me to the
door, waited a moment while someone checked that the bathroom was
empty, then hustled me along the hall. My legs would hardly work and I
would have fallen if they hadn't held me up. When we reached the
bathroom they dropped me face up in the bath, locked the door, then
there was a moments silence as one of them moved to stand over my
face.

	"Open your mouth and lick, boy," said a voice, and I did so,
finding, when I stretched out my tongue, an asshole poised above my
face. I licked at it and he lowered his butt till he was sitting
firmly on my face. The blindfold was pulled off and as I licked and
sucked at his hole I saw each of them step up beyond him and piss on
me, the warm liquid spraying over my chest and stomach and crotch and
legs till I was lying in a pool of it. The guy sitting on me stood up
when they had all finished and carefully pissed on my face, making
sure my hair was soaked in his piss and spraying it into my mouth.

	They rolled me over then so that I was lying face down in the
pool, and one of them pushed a couple of fingers into my asshole and
pulled me up onto my knees. A fist wrapped round the head of my wet
cock.

	"If you want to come, boy, you gotta fuck that fist," said one
of them. I stared to push into it and the guy with his fingers in my
ass held them rigid so that as I pushed in and out of the fist I
fucked my ass on the fingers. My ass hurt and the piss was stinging my
nipples where the clamps had bitten into them, but I kept fucking that
tight fist until I was almost ready to come - and he let go. Took his
hand completely away so that I was fucking air and getting nowhere. I
cried then. I begged and pleaded for them to let me come until they
untied my hands and made me jack off lying in the pool of piss.

	After coming I lay there curled up with my eyes closed,
holding my cock and wondering what was going to happen now. I didn't
think I could take much more, but in fact I didn't have to. They
pulled me up so I was sitting up, then one after another they gave me
a long deep kiss and walked out. I was left sitting in the bath,
covered in piss and cum, looking across the room at Don.

	"You need a shower, kid," he said, and climbed in with me,
pulling me up to lean against him as he closed the curtain and set the
hot water flowing over both of us.