Group fun
This story revolves around group-sex by about a dozen adult gay men. All acts are consensual, although there is some coercion of a new recruit. There is a general theme of bondage, still with the willing participation of the subjects.
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"I first met him, Euan O'Dowd, last week at The Pink-Hot Poker."
"The gay bar on Warwick Road?" Sir Graham asks as he makes a note on his writing pad. There seems to be some mild disapproval in his voice – if he dislikes the idea of gay sex, he is in for some shocking revelations when I tell him what happened that fateful night.
"Well, it caters to a wider variety of deviants than just gays, but yes, that is the gist of it. I had just arrived and was leaning against the bar eyeing up the meat on show and short-listing my targets for the night, when I overheard him ordering a Fanta. I don't think I'd ever heard anyone order one of those in `The Poker' ... beer, cocktails, cocaine, condoms ... everything but Fanta.
`You might try something more fun', I told him and he blushed – the kid actually blushed!
I don't want to be asked for my ID,' he replied, because I am not sure whether there is minimum age to be allowed in here.'
He relaxed when I explained that they don't accept under-16s in the club. He replied that he was 17, so too young to drink, but old enough to get laid. Euan was younger than the men I would normally fall for, but there was something about him, the natural grin and the cute dimples perhaps. I like young diminutive men, but they need to be men, not children, and he made the cut in that respect. He had a lovely slender figure and a wild mass of blond curls.
I turned towards him and confronted him with the fact it was surely his first time in a gay club – he blushed again as he admitted that it was. He'd at long last acknowledged that he was completely and irretrievably gay, and now he needed to explore his newfound desires. Somewhat to my surprise it was Euan who then took the initiative to take things further: he put his hand on my arm as we chatted, moved it to my abs when I didn't object, allowing it to wander south for a feel for the goods on offer."
"Interesting ..." Sir Graham mutters. It is worth a double underlining of whatever he noted down on his writing pad.
"Accepting Euan's come-on," I continue my account, "I pulled him into me for a long tender snog, letting my fingers play with his pert arse, running them along the crack through the fabric of his jeans. He was a surprisingly good kisser, for a first-timer ... but perhaps he'd kissed girls before, while he was still closeted.
Like what you feel?' I asked – his hand was still on my shaft, which was perking up nicely. I live less than a mile away if you want an uninhibited feel of that thing ... or more.'
`How big are you?' he asked me with a mix of nervous tension and breathless excitement in his voice.
`I'm certainly big ... but not freakishly so ... perfect for a first experience. I bet I'll have you hooked on cock before the night is out.'
A quarter of an hour later, he was in my bed, nude. I was in my bed too, equally naked. His hands were on my crotch exploring the long fat schlong at his disposal. It was bigger than anything he'd seen, he said, but as he was a virgin who'd only just found his queer calling, that wasn't much of a compliment, I guess.
I pulled him on top of me for another leisurely kiss. We had all night to do this, and I was therefore not in a hurry. I wanted to enjoy the feeling of his lean body. I wanted to give my fingers the chance to play with his virgin hole while it was still virginal. It wouldn't be that anymore by tomorrow morning, we both knew – and both wanted.
As this was going on, I'd heard Harry come into my home – Harry Bentinck and I were in the same House at Eton, and he has the keys to my place. He burst into my bedroom within a few seconds, as I knew he'd do ... he has a habit of barging in when I am having sex and trying to get in on the act. I allow him to, because Harry is beautiful and sparkling ... and he has the most-incredible tongue in the rimming business. Euan was a bit put out by Harry charging in, but I had a good grip on his waist and so I held him fast and assured him that all was well. He'd enjoy a threesome ... especially when Harry's mouth would be performing magic on his backside."
As I give my account of the night, more notes are being made, silently, ominously. An occasional underline or mark in the margin to emphasise and draw attention to something I mentioned.
"In no time, Euan was on all fours, his tongue and lips entertaining my manhood, and Harry's powerful tongue busy probing his back passage. There could be no doubt that the lad was enjoying that, because of the eager squeaking sounds that he was making – and because I am yet to meet a man who doesn't enjoy Harry's attentions. When my cock was harder than steel and Euan's backside was wetter than a Labrador's nose, I took his face between my hands and lifted it towards me.
I am going to fuck you now,' I explained. It will hurt a bit in the beginning, but I will be gentle and I will give you time to adjust. Later on it will feel fabulous ...'
He nodded and laid down onto his back as I told him to ... I lifted his feet onto my shoulders and I fucked him. He cried out a bit when I entered him, but that was to be expected, because he'd need a few minutes to allow his hole to relax around me. In the end he enjoyed it though, as I predicted, and was riding up against me when I shot my load. Harry then fucked him while Euan was up on all fours again – I was underneath him sucking on his hard dick – well-proportioned for a man with such a diminutive frame. Harry on the other hand isn't particularly hung, so without his ring getting stretched, Euan was squealing with delight from the overwhelming double stimulation of his erogenous zones.
After we'd all made a deposit, the three of us were relaxing in my bed, sweaty and out-of-breath. Euan was snogging me, Harry was slowly rimming him, lapping at the leaking cum, I imagine. He will rim the backside of anything with a heartbeat, but a freshly-filled arse is among his favourites.
That is when they started to arrive ..."
"They?"
"Our friends. I assume Harry alerted them that I had a cute virgin-twink in my bed while I was fucking Euan, because about half a dozen appeared over the course of the next hour, so we decided to decamp to my sex dungeon."
The sharp rise of Sir Graham's eyebrows suggests that needs some explanation.
"It isn't really a dungeon, that is just the nickname my friends have given my play cellar. It is comfortable and warm, so that you don't need to wear clothes; it is stylishly furnished with a super-king-size bed and a various fuck frames and bondage racks in a modern stainless-steel styling.
So as I said, when more and more of our friends started to arrive we decided to go downstairs to have more space and more possibilities for fun. Arthur Pelham-Forbes had brought his Boi, so that Euan would have someone more of his own age to talk to – the 8-year age gap between Euan and the rest of us must feel like a generational difference when you're 17. Not that Euan and Arthur's Boi did much talking because the Boi was naked, gagged and hooded from the moment he came through the front door, of course. Arthur is a lucky bastard to have a live-in slave like the Boi, because the kid is mad for bondage and would happily spend 24 hours a day tied up with something massive thrusting into his arse violently. Because all the attention was going to be on Euan we just stretched the Boi spreadeagled on the rack and left him there for the rest of the night for decoration."
"Shall we focus on Euan?"
"Yes, okay, I suppose so ... When the Boi was strung up for the night, we decided to hoist Euan in the sling because that is a comfortable way to experience your first mass fucking ... his wrists and ankles were cuffed to the chains that the sling is suspended from. Euan was apprehensive about that, I'll admit, and asked us not to tie him up, but the cuffs were really loose. He could have pulled himself free easily, but securing them meant he could let them dangle relaxed as he enjoyed our attentions.
You wanted sex, Baby,' I told him, and boy, are you in for a long night.' Then I kissed him and he smiled and kissed me back, greedily and lustfully.
We had our fun with Euan all through the night ... each of us had at least one go at his arse, of course, and most had two or even three. That is what he was there for, after all – and anal was preferred by most of the Tops too. Several of us had a go at his mouth as well – Arthur taught him to deep-throat. Arthur's is long and thin, and therefore perfect for a lad's first face fuck. At some point we moved Euan from the sling to the trestle, to let him experience some different angles of penetration. To preserve our strength, there was plenty of dildo action too, and fingers and tongues – even with about ten guys chipping in at the peak of business, there is only so much cum you can produce over a 10-hour adventure."
"There were ten of you fucking him?"
"Not at the same time, taking turns ... never more than two simultaneously – one at each end. In the meantime, we snogged and fondled each other – or the Boi. That night, I finally got the Boi to accept the entire length of the XXL dildo we had been training him up on for months. It helps when they are gagged and hooded, because you tend to penetrate that little further before you realise that that is as much as they can take. I clasped the dildo onto the rack so that the Boi could ride it for the rest of the night. I am surprised he didn't wear it down to an extra small, the way he fucked himself on that thing for hour after hour."
"This is about Euan, remember. Let's get back to him ... you all had intercourse with him repeatedly. Did he ever object? Tell you to stop?"
"No, really not ... Except when Aidan fucked him, of course. Euan begged him to take it out when Aidan first entered him, but everyone does that when they have sex with Aidan, even I still do. You may have heard of men who are hung like a horse', Aidan is more hung like a bull elephant' really: down to his knees when flaccid. When Euan complained, Aidan stopped pushing in deeper and gave Euan time to get used to him, and when the whimpering and crying had ended, he fucked him – gently!
The rest of the time, Euan seemed willing to experience new things and was always eager to get more cock inside him. By 9 the next morning, everyone was exhausted and satiated. Euan had lost his virginity and the ability to close his sphincter – he had gained an exhilarating experience and a gut full of cum. They all left my house happy and satisfied – except for the Boi, who was upset that he had to take off the hood and put on clothes to walk to Arthur's car." I sigh in resignation, "... and then the letter came yesterday ..."
"Yes ... I can imagine that was a shock. Accusations of rape, sexual assault with objects, coercion, unlawful detention ... I will be honest, Your Highness, hearing your account of the events, it isn't looking good."
My solicitor sticks up a hand when I begin to object.
"I have no doubt that you are speaking the truth, Your Highness, and that everything was consensual, but look at it from a jury's perspective: a 17-year-old boy of unblemished reputation is taken into a `sex-dungeon' by a group of about a dozen rich, powerful, older men for sex. He is tied up despite his pleas to remain free, and repeatedly penetrated with body parts and implements. You will be asked under oath whether he ever objected against any of the acts, and when the lad's barrister asks that question, you cannot even deny that he did tell you he wanted the intercourse to stop ... nor that his begging was ignored. That his plea to stop was in relation to a specific penetration event, rather than the whole night, will not find any traction with the jury, I fear."
"So what do I do?"
"I would pay up, Your Highness. Ten million is a lot of money, but for you ..."
Bloody fucking fuck!
I bet that the kid wasn't even really a virgin – I mean, no virgin manages to accommodate Aidan's whole monstrous length at his first attempt!
THE END