Doorbell

Doorbell by Ant-Boy@hotmail.co.uk -- [Revised 2009]

[The following text contains graphic descriptions of male on male sexual activities including water sports, mild bondage and corporal punishment, oral and anal sex. The participants are all consenting adults enjoying their activities. If you are not over the age of consent you must leave this page now. If you do not enjoy reading of such activities what the hell are you doing here in the first place? Get lost. Being a work of fiction none of the participants use condoms. Life is not fiction. Use them.

I swore to myself when the doorbell rang and decided to ignore it. I was just getting to what I knew was an interesting part of the video and had also started to let myself enter my fantasy. Hell! It rang again. How did they know I was in? I would just have to get rid of whoever it was as quickly as possible. Apart from anything else all the liquid I'd been drinking before to prepare myself was building up quite a head of steam.

I quickly undid the ties I'd fastened to the straps round my ankles and getting off the bed pulled a pair of shell pants over my running shorts that were already somewhat damp, but not quite dripping. I smiled at the reflection I caught sight of in the mirror. Not bad for nearly thirty I thought. Nearly six-foot and reasonably well built due mainly to the humping of boxes I did most of the day in my boring job as a dispatch clerk. Short cropped fair hair with pierced nipples and what I'd been informed more than once was a more than adequate cock and balls. The only problem being that those that told me so were only interested in fucking and sucking which was no longer enough for me. Hence the planned session that Friday night.

I decided not to bother with socks or a shirt as the bell went again and I walked as I was to the door. My first thought was Mormon's as both the men outside were mid twenty, nicely dressed in jeans and T-shirts, clean shaven and clear open eyes that always breathed untouchable virgin to me. I realised at once my error as one of them was white and the other black and they both had the local cable company logo on their T-shirts.

"Sorry to bother you," said one, "but you've expressed an interest in cable phone and TV and the company will be cabling this area next month so we're checking to see if you want to have it installed."

I explained that I was interested but right now was not a very good time to discuss it. In fact the pressure building up in my groin now I was standing was rapidly becoming uncomfortable and I knew I had to get rid of them as soon as possible. Somehow they just wouldn't take no for an answer and then I noticed the coloured one looking at my crotch, up to my nipples and then back, sniffing the air slightly. Suddenly, without warning, he put his arm out and his hand between my legs to squeeze lightly. I couldn't help but let go a stream of piss that I clamped down on as soon as possible -- but too late.

"I can see what you're busy with," he said, "On your own or do you have company?".

"On my own." I blurted out without thinking.

"Would you like some then?" he asked. "We're finished for the day now anyway." And this time a slight grin appeared on his face showing off his gleaming white teeth. I looked over to the other and found his eyes glued to my crotch that by now I was quite aware was showing signs of the action that had been taking place down there.

"What would you be thinking off then?" I boldly asked. I'd been mixing brandy with my coffees earlier and anyway what I'd been doing was on full show now.

"More of what you've been up to," he replied. "A lot more if you like. As long as you're sub as we're both dom."

Well that proved they were gay as far as I was concerned. He knew the right words and I couldn't hold back much longer. I explained that and invited them in.

They asked for something to drink and I directed them to the kitchen to help themselves to whatever they fancied explaining I had to remove my shell pants and put them in the washer. As I striped to the tight blue running shorts that were now really getting wet the white lad asked where I'd been playing.

"In the bedroom," I answered. "I've got the bed set-up with a rubber sheet under the normal one." I was unsure how much of the scene I'd been indulging in I should explain but as we all walked into the bedroom the first thing they noticed was the watersports video playing and next the leather straps fastened round my ankles.

Noticing the elastic ties round the top and bottom bed legs and the obvious reason for them I was asked if I had matching straps for my wrists. I nodded to the bedside drawers as I lay back down on the bed. They excitedly examined the contents of the drawer's and quickly discovered the matching set which they fastened to my wrists and then attached the ties to both ankles and wrists, much more securely than I would have been able to do myself.

By now I was unable to hold it any longer and let my bladder go in a stream that quickly soaked my shorts and started to form a puddle under my body between my legs and up to my shoulder blades.

"Nice." Said the black boy as they both started to strip, continuing to drink from the cokes they'd both chosen and after finishing the first opening another pair. Their bodies stripped were as attractive as the rest of them. Both with little body hair. The white lad was about my height with dark hair, a slight tan and a nice reasonable looking cock. The black one was somewhat shorter, around five foot nine I calculated with a large jet black cock and balls.

"Do you want my shorts off?" I asked.

"Not yet," the black lad replied. We'll take them off when ready."

Ohoops I thought to myself but was reassured by the smile on his face and the fact I could always yell my head off if it became necessary. Anyway. I was enjoying myself so far. Pissing myself with an audience who I just knew were going to join in was really turning me on.

The white lad stood at the end of the bed and after a couple of pulls on his cock proceeded to piss over me, at first just a thin stream and then a torrent that splashed over my shorts, stomach and chest, sprinkling my face. I automatically put my tongue out to lick my lips at which the black lad climbed on the bed and knelt down either side of my chest with his cock resting on my lips.

"You're going to drink this aren't you?" he asked.

I shook my head. Let's see how far they wanted to take this I thought to myself.

His hands went down to my nipples and he dug his nails in quite firmly and twisted slightly. I grimaced and noticed he was staring intently into my eyes. He pushed his cock back up to my lips and asked again, "Are you going to open up for it now?"

I shook my head again. "Any time you want out, just say so," he said to me, and after I'd nodded said to his friend, "OK. The other end is all yours."

I couldn't see what was happening but felt my legs being untied and then pushed down and forward and ending up where I could see them. Doubled back with the ankles resting on the shoulders of the black boy. This had the effect of raising my backside slightly into the air.

"Are you going to obey?" he asked with a grin on his face whilst continuing to nip and twist my nipples.

"No." I gasped as he started to use pressure. He leant forward to look more closely into my eyes.

"I'm so glad," he said. "I will enjoy seeing you suffer but you will drink in the end."

I knew I would but so far was enjoying his attempts to coerce me and could now see reflected in his eyes the enjoyment he was getting from doing so.

By now I could feel my nipples were fully engorged with the continuing torture he was applying to them and was considering opening my mouth as requested when a voice from behind him said, "Ready then." And he let go of my nipples and grabbed hold of my head on either side, pulling it up into his crutch.

"Yes," he said and I heard a wish followed by a thwack. It took a second for my brain to respond to the fact that my body was already bucking in response to the belt that had been laid across my tight piss soaked shorts. I had no time to catch my breath as the belt came down again, and again, and again.

During this the black boy continued to hold my head firmly and stare intently into my eyes. What he saw I had no idea but could myself see clearly the satisfaction in his. As the beating continued he must have seen some change as he told the other to stop and lowering my head slightly placed his cock again at my lips.

This time I opened my mouth and he then pulled my head toward his groin again but this time with his cock firmly wedged between my lips and some 3 or 4 inches heading toward my throat.

Wedging my head between his thighs he put his arms back and his hands soon found my nipples again which he started to play with, but more gently this time. Even so this was not the easy option it might sound as they were still so sore from his earlier endeavours that this light brushing and pinching soon set them off again. The slight smile I was getting to recognise appeared on his lips and his eyes began to sparkle as I felt the first stream jet from his cock and splash against the back of my throat.

I swallowed; pleasantly surprised to discover it was not sharp and acrid as I'd expected but just warm and slightly flavoured, mainly of salt. He must have flushed his bladder shortly before knocking on my door. The spurts continued to come and I continued to swallow until he told me to stop swallowing and hold it in my mouth. When he could feel my mouth was full he pulled out and finished off over my face and chest, then moved my legs off his shoulders and lay them down on the bed. Scooting backwards he lay on top of me bringing his face down to mine. "Let me in." he whispered as darted his pink tongue at my lips.

Carefully opening my mouth we were soon exchanging prolonged french kiss with the remains of his piss sloshing back and forth between us and providing a slippery contact for our bodies as he slid slowly up and down. The contact with my nipples caused them to engorge again and I felt an enormous erection spring to life between my legs.

The white lad said "You're getting him hard enough to shoot," at which he stopped and pulled away. "Got any more to drink in the kitchen?" he asked. I nodded. "See what you can find," he said to the white lad, "You know the sort of thing. I'll get him sorted out here."

Oh yes, I thought to myself. And just what did he have in mind for me when I was sorted out?

I was not long in finding out what he had in mind. Quickly getting off he released my arms and told me to turn over. As I did so I could feel the now sodden sheet was starting to swim in cold piss and found myself lying in quite a puddle. He pulled my legs down and removing my shorts spread-eagled them to the bottom corners of my double bed. Then he altered the fixings so that my arms instead of being spread out were pulled straight up to the top of the bed. Finally he sat himself up by the headboard and wriggled his legs under my arms, scooting down until my head was laying half on his cock and half on his flat black belly.

I heard the other return from the kitchen and from the corner of my eye saw a large bottle of coke passed to the black man whose cock was lying under my face. I heard the bottle being opened and as he started to gulp it down I felt his stomach heave up and down with the effort. Whilst he did so I also felt hot breath round my still burning arse and then the feel of a tongue licking first one and then the other cheek, slowly moving over the flesh and closer and closer to my hole that had started to pucker of its own violation. Would he or wouldn't he I wondered. He was sure making me hot anyway.

Suddenly the black man started to piss over my face and as I automatically tried to pull my head away he grabbed hold of my hair and pulled me back down on his cock.

"Open your mouth and take it in." was all he said and I obeyed as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Once my mouth had closed round it he continued to piss and piss and it was all I could do to swallow soon enough and often enough to take it all down. As the warm stream made its way down into my stomach I could feel myself getting the urge to let go as well `though how the hell I could piss with the hard rod crushed under me was more than I could make out at that moment.

Meanwhile the servicing I was getting at the other end had proceeded as I had hoped. The tongue that had been washing my arse so avidly was now poking tentatively at my hole and a pair of hands pulled my cheeks apart as it pushed and prodded at my quivering hole. As his tongue pushed itself through the ring I felt my whole body buck and shake from head to tail. If it had not been for the pair of hands on my head and that his legs that were now folded over my back I'm sure I would have done myself an injury.

"Take it easy," said the black man, no doubt concerned for his cock.

"I can't help it," I managed to pull my head away long enough to cry out. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming." And I did. Spurt after spurt I could feel shooting under my body and mixing with the cooling piss on the sheet. It seemed to take an age before it stopped and my body ceased shuddering and all the time the tongue continued to poke and lick inside my arse.

"You really are a randy little so and so? Aren't you?" He said, sliding one hand under me and removing it covered in my cum. After sniffing he proceeded to wipe it over his cock and then returned his hand for another measure that he wiped across my mouth. "Do you want to continue?"

I nodded. Too wrung out for a moment to do more. Of course I wanted to continue. I'd just cum without having my cock touched, something that had not happened for years, not since I been plagued with wet dreams before I'd discovered how to avoid them.

"Then take my cock back in your mouth," he said.

I was beginning to discover how this game was played I thought and shook my head. It was not the thought of my cum drying on his cock that bothered me. I'd tasted that before, originally out of interest and latter, occasionally, when I had a solo session and was aroused enough to continue for a second helping.

"OK Dave," he said. "It's over to you now."

It was only then that I realised that I'd had no idea of their names. Usually I at least knew a person's name, or what they said was their name, before I had sex with them.

"What's your name then?" I mumbled.

"Paul." I just had time to hear before Dave started on me.

He had pulled his face off my arse and rather forcibly replaced his tongue with a butt plug he'd discovered. I had no time to protest the intrusion before it was in and soon the familiar feeling overcame the pain settling to a mild but pleasurable discomfort. What followed was somewhat different. I felt him get off the bed and with hardly a pause a whack across my arse caused me to call out. What was he using? Not a belt, that was for sure. I had no more time to ponder as he continued, eerily counting.

"Two." Wack! "Three." Wack! "Four." Wack! "Five." Wack! "Six." Wack!

He paused for a moment at six and I quickly placed my mouth over Paul's cock, licking and sucking it clean. At that I heard Dave drop something on the floor and climb on the bed. I felt him kneel either side of my waist and take a deep breath before the now familiar warm stream started playing over my back and as he directed it upwards into my hair, dribbling down across my face and onto Paul's cock. As I sucked on it I was also drinking the warm piss landing on his belly. Paul was holding my head, rubbing his hands through and over my rapidly soaked hair and starting to moan slightly. I could feel his cock start to engorge as he pulled my head down on it harder and harder.

Meanwhile Dave scooted further down the bed and after some rapid movement wrenched the butt plug out and replaced it with the real thing. By now my body was so turned on it made no protest at the new intrusion but rather welcomed it as a familiar friend. As he started to plough my arse he tucked his feet under my bound legs to give himself more leverage. His hands easily slid under my soaking body to find my nipples that he pinched and twisted between his finger tips. He didn't bother to lie on me, using his trapped ankles and the movement of my body as he tortured my tits to give him the movement he wanted to rape my arse. For rape this was. No gentle fuck. Not even a forceful fuck. He was raping me and enjoying every moment.

Admittedly, so was I. But I had no time to consider it as Paul's cock by now was starting to convulse. As I felt it do so I doubled my efforts sucking harder and deeper. Using my tongue to lick his piss slit and round the top of his circumcision. Trying to force his cock deeper and deeper down my throat even if it choked me. I wanted him to cum. I wanted his cum to meet with Dave's that I could tell was not far away either. I wanted them both to rape me to fulfil the abuse they had started such a short time ago. I wanted them to go on and on, to use me, to act out their desires on me. Whatever they wanted.

Dave left off torturing my tits to place his arms either side of my chest as he really took off. Pulling his cock nearly all the way out and then ramming back inside. Again and again. His balls were bashing against mine and the pain of them doing so had started to give me another erection. No! It couldn't be. I'd only just cum. I didn't care. I was out of this world. My whole body was attuned to their needs and that was all that mattered.

Paul grabbed tight hold of my wet hair and head using his hands to force my mouth up and down on his cock. He was using my face as a wanking machine. It was fantastic. I was being raped at both ends. All three bodies were wet and slippery from the heat we were producing and the piss that was now covering all of us, but myself most of all. I suddenly realised that I was pissing myself. I'd been unable to hold the load they'd filled me with any longer and had released it without being aware.

As the steam and smell of fresh piss rose from the bed it appeared to send them both over the top and with a grunt and a violent ram I felt Dave start to shoot. From the force of it I was sure it must travel right up my gut and meet Paul's coming the other way as at almost the same time he grabbed my head even harder, forcing it down to his groin as he shot stream after stream down my throat moaning and thrashing around as he did so.

After they'd both finished we just lay for a few moments trying to regain our breaths and possibly a little sanity. I certainly needed both.

"My God! That was fantastic." Said Paul. "You really do get turned on don't you?"

"With a scene like this -- who wouldn't?" I replied. "I just hope we can do it again sometime."

"Oh I'm sure of that," said Dave, with a smile in his voice. "But now we have to see about you. Don't we?"

I wasn't sure if he was talking to Paul or me and was too exhausted for the moment to care. I felt the ties on my ankles and wrists being removed and I was turned over. Now my head was lying against Paul's stomach and his legs were either side of my body with my arms trapped under them. Without thinking I wrapped my arms round his thick black thighs. My legs were pushed up till my ankles met my arse where Dave fastened them before placing the butt plug back in its usual place.

He started to flick my cock and then my balls back and forth, at first lightly and then with more force. I groaned and Paul placed his fingers on my tits and just rubbed them lightly. After the punishment they'd been receiving for the past couple of hours this was almost too much, somehow even worse than being pinched and twisted. My erection rapidly grew and grew and as soon as Dave was satisfied with it he knelt between my legs and went down. At first nibbling and licking on the outside till I was begging him to take it in and give me release. He just looked up and grinned before returning to the nibbling and running his tongue up and down the outside.

Paul's cock was lying alongside my face, just resting on my shoulder and I just felt it twitch a couple of times. That was all the warning I had before he started to gush, removing one hand from my tits to aim the flow down to Dave and my cock. The sight of the flow splashing on Dave's face as he sucked my cock was getting to much and I started to writhe against the restraints. This was enough as Dave took my cock into his mouth and went straight down to the base. Gripping tightly with his lips he proceeded to milk me. Paul had run out of piss, just the odd dribble on my shoulder I could hardly feel but the sight and feeling of Dave going up and down on my cock as the piss ran over his short cropped hair and down his face was more than enough as I screamed and bucked and nearly threw him of as I came and came and came.

"Oh My God!" was all I could think of to say. Almost all I had the energy to say. "That was fantastic. Thanks."

"No," Paul said, "thank you. You really do get going when in the mood don't you? We've not had such a time for ages have we?"

Dave looked up from where he was still sucking on my softened cock and grinned his agreement. At the sight of his wet baby face and dripping crew cut I felt myself twitch and attempt to rise to the occasion.

"Oh no. Not right now." He said, and left off his ministrations. "I hope you've got a good shower."

And a good washing machine." I replied.

At that he got of the bed and after helping Paul to untie me passed round the old towels that thankfully I'd piled up earlier. We striped the bed and carried the soaking sheets and towels through to the washing machine taking the rubber under sheet into the shower with us. Later, in between periodic trips to the bathroom to let off excess liquid we chatted on the sofa over a cup of coffee and got to know a little more about each other.

"If you really fancy a repeat performance how about going to a party?" asked Paul.

"When?" was all the answer I needed.

"Tomorrow." Good grief. Would I recover in time? What was I letting myself in for?

When I woke up in the morning at first I was sure I'd had a fantastic dream, that was until I saw the washing machine. Then it was all I could do to keep my hands off myself as them memory gave an immediate hardon. I thought of their invite to a party and guessed I'd need all my strength and so tried to ignore it, but just couldn't. All day long my thoughts kept on returning to the previous night, and worse, what was the evening going to bring?

I couldn't help wondering if I'd finally let myself in for more than I could take -- or wanted. Even so the apprehension worked on me the same way as the times I cottaged and more than once I had to splash cold water over my cock to stop it taking me over. By the time eight came around I was almost a nervous wreck. I'd even started to get the shakes, a mixture of fear and excitement. The previous night, after rummaging through my private drawers, they'd told me what to wear. A small leather pouch that just held me and was fastened by a chain waist and two chains either side of my arse, under which I wore a set of cock and ball rings. Over that a pair of tight, blue running shorts with an old torn T-shirt. Wrist, upper arm and ankle restraints, then an old shell suit and pair of trainers over the top.

Dressed like that I was standing on the side of the main road precisely at eight as instructed. I knew the restraints showed slightly where the shell suit was a bit small and worried what the cars passing might think but just as I started to worry a car pulled up and Paul put his head out the window telling me to get in the back. He told me to take off the shell suit and my trainers, as I need them when they brought me home. That was the first time all day I'd even considered how I'd be getting home after whatever was going to happen. Then, after asking if I was OK to continue, promising they would be the main participants `though this time with an audience that might want to join in, he passed me a short heavy chrome chain and padlock.

"If you're sure," he said, "put that round your neck and do it up. From the moment you do so you only open your mouth if we tell you to. Also do whatever we say." The last said with a grin as he added, "you know how that works."

As I fastened the chain round my neck I felt the return of the erection I'd had most of the day. I just had to hope I could hold out without cumming in my jock. I'd done that before when I wanted to but this time I wanted to hold out as long as possible. Whether I could in view of the way my cock had been tormenting me all day was another matter. Paul I'd just discovered could turn me on just by being Boss, and I'd only met him the night before. This wasn't meant to happen. No one had possessed such control over me before except in a fantasy but this was no fantasy. They were going to use and abuse me, in public, to an extent I'd not experienced before. I loved it already.

We drove for about half an hour, finally turning into a long drive and pulling up in the forecourt of a reasonable sized house. There were over a dozen other cars there that I could see but had no time to look around as Paul opened the back door and told me to get out.

"Follow Me." was all he said, as we walked round the side, through a gate and onto a patio at the back. There were coloured bulbs hanging in the trees and I could see two tables laid out, one with food and the other with a selection of drinks. I couldn't make out how many people were there in total as some were standing in the shadows and no doubt some off in the garden or house. The dress was a mixture of everyday casual wear, various styles of shorts with and without tops, quite a few in a variety of leather wear, some very minimal and at least two youngsters with only a pouch.

It was only then I noticed that both Dave and Paul had removed their outer clothing. Both Dave and Paul were wearing a leather body harness, leather shorts on Dave and white cotton on Paul, both with short boots and the socks just peeking over the top. I have to admit they both looked good, Dave about 5'8" with his cropped blonde hair, little body hair and a nice lithe body. Paul, whose harness stood out more by the chrome rings and buckles than the straps against his ebony skin. He had to be 6' with a much more massive body that on him appeared not to be out of proportion. The white shorts seemed to glow as they hugged his cock whose outline I could make out in a recumbent position down the left side. He had no underwear on I was sure. I knew form last night's conversation that I was correct in assuming they were in their early twenties. Dave 22 and Paul 25. Somehow, looking at Paul now one had the impression he was much older and wiser.

"Go and get us some drinks," Paul said. It struck me then that he did most of the talking, what talking was required that is. He controlled the scene and Dave went along with it. Or possibly that was the way he liked it. Wanting to make use of me but possibly not having the inclination to control me. "We'll have a couple of beers. And don't forget -- no talking"

I went to the drinks table and mimed to the leather bear behind it that I required two pints of beer. He grinned and passed me 4 cans and a couple of glasses. That made 4 pints I thought, but what the heck, it would keep me from returning too soon. I went back to Paul and popping two cans pour them out and passed them one each, standing the other two on the low wall behind them.

"That's the way," he said. "Now go and get yourself the same but don't touch it until I say so. Oh, by the way. If anyone wants to stop you and examine you, let them. That's what the chain means. But remember, no talking."

Uh! I thought as I returned to the table. What do they mean by examine? And anyway, I thought they were going to be the ones who made use of my body. Once again I mimed what I wanted and was supplied this time with one glass and two cans. Why was it I thought the bear had more idea of what was going on than I did?

I discovered when I turned round and bumped into a middle aged man wearing a leather jock and what looked like half a dozen gold chains of varying lengths around his neck. He was about 5'10" or 11", quite stocky, just starting to go stout. Even so I could see he still had a reasonable body and must have looked real good when young. Tanned complexion, dark hair with a slight mat starting between his pecs and running down to his groin where it thickened out above the jock.

"So! You're the new addition to my party then." So he was the host. "Well now. Let's see what they've brought me." His fingers that had been running over my body, feeling my arse and cupping my balls, went up to my nipples where he started to pinch and twist lightly.

I grimaced slightly and made to pull back. I'd taken more last night but they were still sore and responded too easily. "No," he said. "Stand still. They've told me I can't fuck you but that don't mean I can't get some enjoyment from you." One hand went back to my balls where he squeezed slightly and the other up to my face where he pushed one, then two, then three fingers into my mouth.

"That's right. Suck on them for me. It'll get you in the mood for when you suck on my cock later." After a moment both hands were withdrawn and with a slap on my arse he pointed me back to Paul and David who now had a small group round them.

They opened up to let me in, hands pinching, fondling, slapping lightly. Paul told me to open and drink the cans. "You won't need a glass," he said. I noticed that both of the second cans had been opened and I had some catching up to do. I soon managed to down them, it was a warm sultry night and I was starting to perspire as were some of the bodies whose hands continued to examine me, fingers attempting to push through my shorts and up my arse.

I was told to get a repeat of the drinks, including my own. When I returned and put them down I then had to do the same for most the men in the group. Luckily most were drinking beer or had the sense to tell me what they wanted. Then he told me to get half a dozen tubs of chocolate mousse from the food table before sitting at Paul's feet and drink my second set of cans. I sat down with my legs crossed; as far back as I was able so I could feel his broad legs either side and my head was in his crotch.

The conversation going on above my head tended to ignore me most of the time, apart from the odd comment as new faces came up to replace those that wandered off, along the lines of, "So that's your new boy," and "Hope to see you use him tonight." I felt Paul put his glass down and fumble above my head, then before I had time to react the familiar smell as a warm stream flowed through my hair, down my face and neck, and soaked into my T-shirt. At the same time a hand on my shoulder pushed me back down when I started to rise without thinking and griped tight the moment a sound came out of my mouth.

The stream didn't last long and I felt him fumble again as he said "That's enough for now." Enough! Hardly any comment was passed, just a couple of grunts and one "Nice." Nice! Was I to sit there all night in a soaking T-shirt just for him to piss over me while everyone watched and took it for granted? Then Dave moved in front and unzipping his shorts brought out the cock I remembered.

"Open up," He said. I felt Paul grip my shoulders with his thighs and shook my head. "Open up or else." I shook my head again. "Stand up then." I did so.

As I did so he removed, or I should say, tore my old wet T-shirt off and used it to whip me back and forth across my chest, stomach and the bulge in my shorts. "Piss yourself," he said, and this I was happy to do having built up a fair head of steam in the hour or so we'd been here. I relaxed and sure enough was soon venting, quickly filling my jock and starting to run down my legs. "Stop." Whipping the T-shirt across my cock.

Then Paul put his arms round me and started to play with my nipples. I relaxed into his strength feeling safe and secure in his grasp. David had opened two of the pots of chocolate mousse and pulling my shorts down slightly, so the top of my leather jock was exposed, pulled the elastic outwards and quickly shook both pots inside the waistband, letting go with a snap that sent the cold mouse all over my cock and balls. Handing me a teaspoon he told me to sit back down and eat it.

I sat back between Paul's legs and using one hand to pull my shorts and jock out, used the other to feed myself with the rapidly running and piss soaked mousse. As I started I felt Paul fumble again and sure enough, another short stream ran through my hair and down into the mousse I was eating. This time he stopped quite quickly and David resumed his earlier position.

"Open up," he said, and this time I did so. Placing his cock in my mouth he just said "Close," and let go a jet that must have been building up for some time. I swallowed quickly and felt him clench his cock a couple of times in order to stop.

He took it out and told me to stand. "Go and get some more drinks and bring them down to the garden," he said, pointing at a wooden table and bench set I could see on the grass. I had to walk over to the drink table where the bear handed me a six pack without asking, just grinning. As I turned I saw almost everyone was looking at me now and moving toward the table area. As I moved that way myself the bear picked up a stack of six-packs and followed me down. Grief. Did everyone expect to use me as a toilet? If it wasn't for the beers I'd consumed I don't think I could have walked down there. My hair was still dripping; most of them had seen me used by Dave and most likely eat the mousse from my crutch. Many of them were now massaging their cocks and even the ones that had paired off were watching when they could.

Paul told me to remove my shorts and lay on the table. It was about eight-foot long and six-foot wide. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down till they just poked over the edge where he fastened my ankle cuffs. Obviously the table had been used before. Then he climbed on the table behind me and placing his legs under my shoulders pulled my head into his lap. Again I felt safe and wanted. This is where I wanted to be. Dave meanwhile had opened the other pots of mousse and dumped them over my chest and stomach. Handing me the spoon again he told me not to eat until he said so. Then several of the other guests came up and one by one started to piss over me. They weren't to bothered where it went. Over me, over my face or over Dave. Then when I thought the mousse would all dissolve Dave told me to start eating. As I did so they continued to piss so at times I had a teaspoon of adulterated mousse and at others pure piss. When it was obvious the mousse was all gone, one way or another Paul told them to stop and let my head down carefully. Getting off the table while Dave smeared what was left of the melted chocolate over my body, he took hold of my wrists and pulled them out, as far as he could, to the other end of the table. There he fastened them in the same way as my ankles and pulling some straps up from the side did the same with my shoulders.

"Now to get serious," he said, as he climbed back on the table. This time kneeling either side of my head, trapping it between his thighs. I could just see he'd removed his shorts and was just wearing the leather body harness that I could now see was a full one. He put his hand out and it returned with a leather strap and what I thought was a short butt. It turned out to a two inch, hollow rubber tube that he placed between my teeth, fastening it off behind my head. Now I couldn't close my mouth if I wanted to.

Then the hand went out again, returning this time with a padded rubbed blindfold that he proceeded to put in place telling me it would protect my eyes, among other things. What other things crossed my mind? Lastly I felt a relatively large butt plug, thankfully well greased, being manoeuvred up my arse. The position I was in didn't make it very easy and I groaned several times with the result I was offered poppers for the first time that evening. I gratefully accepted knowing the worst must be still to come.

Someone adjusted the straps on my wrists, pulling my body out as far as possible. I felt as strung out as a bow. Fingers tickled my tits and tied, as I was, just that tickle made me gasp and try to writhe. That I discovered was just about impossible.

"OK," I heard Paul say, "he's ready. Give me now." A short pause, then a searing pain on my right nipple that passed almost at once. I yelled, as far as I could through the partial gag to hear giggles and "Oh yes," and "give him more," and "this is more like it." A moment later the same searing pain on my left nipple. Another yell. Back to the right, a moment, the left, and back again. This went on for a while and I quietened down only to be brought back to life as the next one fell between my nipples, then lower down my chest, then above my belly button. Surely not? I couldn't. My stomach. The loudest yell muffled by the gag but everyone heard it. Then thankfully peace -- for a moment.

Then hands picking at my body. Suddenly I knew what it was. Candle wax. Thank God I didn't have much body hair and I'm sure by the time it had all been picked off, with me groaning and straining at each pick, I had none left at all on my upper body.

I felt Paul move away and the straps were untied, just to pull me down the table till my arse was on the edge, when my arms were fastened off again. There had to be a bar or something above me as my legs were pulled up, apart, and tied off as well. I'd never felt as naked as I did now, still wearing the leather pouch but my arse pulled apart with my legs in the air for all to see and examine. Some did, while Paul resumed his position at my head.

The butt plug was removed and various fingers inserted in that orifice, poking, pulling and twisting. Squeezing my balls and pulling them down. Still hands over my body, rubbing, pinching, and twisting. Not hard but enough to feel and notice.

Paul's voice. "Right then. Whose first? Remember, first go only counts."

The next I knew was the familiar warm stream start on my stomach and up to my chest. It stopped and a moment later again. All the time hands continued to move over my body, rubbing it, holding fingers up to my gag and dripping it in my mouth. Wiping over my face. A third stream then a fourth. This one started on my chest and flowed up to my face, some through the tube in my mouth.

Paul again, this time a grin in his voice. "I might have known it would be you. OK then, you win."

A towel wiped my face and the blindfold was removed. I saw a slight youth with long curly hair down to his shoulder climb on the table between my legs. He was stark naked apart from a bead necklace but his cock had to be eight inches long as it swayed between his legs.

"Right then. You know the rules." Said Paul. "Five minutes at each end and you can cum on but not in."

It dawned on me I was the prize for the first person to reach my face with his piss stream from between my legs. He crawled up to my head and said nothing, just fed what he could of that length of cock through the tube in my mouth. Paul helped him by moving my head up and down and from side to side. Looking up I could see no affection, no intention of being easy. He was out to enjoy himself and intended to do just that whatever I wanted.

Having inserted what felt like a hosepipe halfway down my throat he supported himself with his arms on Paul's shoulders and relaxed. After a moment the, by now, familiar warm, this time somehow musty, stream flooded my mouth, my throat, and as I rapidly swallowed, my stomach. I couldn't keep up with him and in spite of the gag could feel it leaking from the sides of my mouth. After a while he stopped, just like that, and told me to lick it clean. As I did so I felt him growing, thankfully no longer and not much broader but even so as he stiffened he was able to force more of it down my throat until I started to gag.

"That's it," said Paul. "You've got the other end now."

"Christ, I'm about to cum." And he pulled out and with a couple of quick hand movements jerked off over my face. "Do I still get the other five minutes?" he asked

"Of course," said Paul. "Usual rules, no blood, no permanent damage."

As he climbed off the table Paul placed a bottle of poppers under my nose again, first one nostril and the other. "Breathe deeply. You'll need it."

As I did so, feeling the rush followed by the hot flush, I felt Paul let my head down flat and tighten his thighs on either side as I started to float away. I was soon brought back to reality as he started to use a strap on my arse, not very gently either. One cheek, then the other, then both and occasionally between my legs across my cock and balls.

By now I was continually crying and moaning, thrashing myself about on the wet table as far as the restraints would allow. Several of the other guests had come closer to relive themselves or cum over me and after removing the gag Dave was feeding the resultant combination to me from time to time while Paul played with/tortured my nipples. While all this was going on the poppers periodically appeared under my nose for me to breathe in whether I wanted or not.

When the beating stopped I felt almost abandoned for a while. I was so high and turned on from Paul and David's administrations that the beating had almost become part of me. The relief as the sharp pain disappeared to be replaced by a feeling of numbness spreading across my arse was almost another pain in itself.

Without saying much Paul got off the table and went round between my legs. He slapped my arse half heartedly a couple of times, that even so drove me almost wild, while playing with his cock. Then, without warning rammed it straight in without pause. Straight in up to the hilt. I couldn't help it, I screamed and bucked on the table. All he did was pull back slightly, use his hands to open my cheeks a little more, and ram back in. God! He was going to split me open with his black cock. That is if he hadn't done so already.

Then he settled down to the serious business of fucking me open. After a while it got a little easier. Never easy, but easier. His big black hands held my thighs and every time he rammed in at the same time pulled on my thighs to make sure he got full penetration. With my arms and shoulders tied behind my head all this did was stretch my body as if on a rack. If he didn't rip me in half I was going to be inches taller by the end, if there was an end.

Dave meantime had climbed on the table and was kneeling over my chest. He'd also striped off by now and grabbing hold of my wet head moved his cock toward my mouth that opened of its own accord to take it in. When I say `opened of its own accord,' I had trouble getting it to close having to gasp for breath every time Paul pulled back as he was knocking every bit of air from my lungs each time he lunged.

Dave didn't seem to care, just knelt back resting lightly on my chest as he used his hands to pull my head back and forth, using my mouth as a wanking machine again. Because of the angle and my gasping he was unable to get full penetration, for which fact I was grateful, being sure I would suffocate if it had been otherwise. Even so I did my best for him, clenching my lips round his cock whenever I had the breath and judging by the way he'd started to rock slightly back and forth I was succeeding.

A tiny part of my mind somewhere off in the distance found itself considering the fact I'd not relived myself since being laid out on the table and Paul's continuing attack on my prostrate was increasing the pressure rapidly. When Paul slowed down his attack for a moment I let myself go with a sigh of; I don't really know. Relief? Contentment? Why not? Whatever, even with the attacks my body was getting at both ends I felt myself relax somehow. How could I relax in this situation. Nevertheless that is what happened.

I could feel the stream go on and on. Someone got hold of my cock and directed it onto Dave's back and I swear the pressure was sufficient to arch over his shoulder and spray down on my face. It seemed to go on and on and on. I'd never held such a load before. Dave certainly felt me relax as he let my head back down on the table and changing his position so he was lying over my face started to do press-ups and fuck it for real. Still I was pissing, now being directed over his cock and balls and hence in my own mouth.

Then I felt an object attempt to penetrate my arse. You'd think after all that had happened so far I would be beyond feeling down there. Oh no! This I could feel. When I managed to glance briefly past Dave as he took a breather I saw Paul was standing between my legs and obviously intending to fuck me. If the previous evening was anything to go by he wouldn't be very gentle once he started. And he wasn't.

A quick grope with his hands to pull my cheeks apart and RAM! If I'd not been tied down I would have flown off the table. That wasn't a cock he forced up my battered arse, it was a guided missile. He gave me no respite, pulling back out and forcing home again as if he was trying to drill a hole in me. I felt liquid falling on my chest again. Surely I'd emptied my system. Opening my eyes for another quick glance I realised most of the other guests were now standing round pissing or wanking over me, us.

All this time Dave was continuing to do press-ups over my face with the added bonus, for him, that others were taking it in turns to piss over his cock and balls as he fucked my face. It must have got to him as after a couple of yells accompanying a couple of extra hard thrusts he suddenly collapsed over me, he cock shooting jet after jet of cum down my throat. I just couldn't swallow quickly enough and some was wasted dribbling out of the sides of my mouth as I milked him as hard as I was able.

Happily he got up before I suffocated. Looking down he grinned and said, "That really was fun. Much better than I'd expected. Hope we can do it again."

I could only nod desperately as my whole body was now involved in the punishment being applied to my arse and gut. Paul was fucking me like a machine, getting faster and faster, the sweat now starting to pour down his ebony skin. I could see myself covered in piss and cum and still signs of the mousse but he no longer seemed to be really looking.

One hand holding each thigh he rammed in harder and harder, faster and faster. I could feel his cock engorge even more and tried to clamp down to assist him. He needed no assistance and without losing a stroke I felt him start to shoot, and shoot, and shoot, and still he was pumping. He must have shot over a dozen times before he slackened his pace and pulling out wiped his cock with his hand and flung the result at my body.

"Well now. You sure know how to be welcoming," he said. I think we'll be around again next weekend to see if you change your mind about cable. How about it?"

I could only nod.