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** PARTY TIME **
Saturday arrived bright and sunny without chance of rain. A nice warm spring day. Highs were predicted to be 80 degrees and only moderate humidity. The catering truck arrived about 8:00 and distributed food to the patio, the flat-topped rock and each of the mediation areas. Each area was supplied with a large cooler with cold beer and soft drinks. They said they would be back Monday to pick up everything.
We ate breakfast on the patio. "I want to prepare you for the day. Let me give you a shower and prepare your hair."
"I can do that myself."
"You are mine, remember. I want you immaculate as I display you for my friends!"
" `Display' ?"
"Yes, everyone will be examining and looking at you wondering what I have found and what I see in you. I am proud of you and want to display you in the best possible way."
Before the shower, Bill uses the enema butt plug and fills Snowflake's colon with two quarts of soapy water. "Walk around for a few minutes and come back." Snowflake feels very full and is cramping. Nothing leaks, however. When he returns the plug is removed and Snowflake is allowed to empty into the commode. This is repeated twice with plain salty water. The last time the fluid is clear when it is expelled. "Do 25 jumping jacks now." Afterwards a small amount of remaining water is evacuated. "Now into the shower."
Snowflakes hair is washed three times with Dawn® dishwashing detergent. Bill scrubs the helixes of his ears with a toothbrush. He cleans up into the nose with cotton tipped swabs. He uses the detergent to wash the rest of Snowflakes body. He uses a cotton tipped applicator to clean out the navel. He is particular to wash the genitals with a soft washcloth and more detergent. He thoroughly washes Snowflakes ass hole and his ass cheeks. Next he washes both arms and legs being particular to get between each finger and toe. He trims all toenails and chewed off fingernails. "They are growing back. You've been biting them less. Perhaps you are less tense living with me?"
"Yes Sir. Living with you is certainly full of surprises. But nothing bad has happened. I am beginning to relax and enjoy living here. PLEASE TELL ME YOU WILL KEEP ME!"
"I've told you many times, but I will tell you again. I WILL KEEP YOU, CARE FOR YOU, AND LOVE YOU."
"Thank you, Sir. I'll try to be a GOOD BOY."
Next Bill turns off the water and massages hair conditioner into Snowflake's hair and even down the rest of his body. He keeps rubbing it in for three minutes. He pays particular attention to his cock, balls, and ass. Snowflake's cock responds to the attention and is well rubbed and treated. Finally, he is rinsed with a lot of water. Snowflake is towel off. "Sit on the commode while I fix your hair and eyebrows. After drying his hair with a towel his hair is combed and brushed very carefully. His eyebrows are brushed to make them lay flat. "Go sit on the patio to air dry. I'll take my shower and be right out. Don't muss your hair until it dries."
When bill is done with the shower he proceeds outside. Snowflakes hair is dry and soft with a little curl to it. "BEAUTIFUL"
"The guests were invited to arrive after 10:00 and stay until dark. They should be arriving soon. I want you just like this stark ass naked except for your collar." Bill affixes the brown and yellow collar around Snowflakes neck and puts a shiny brass lock on it. "I thought the collar was just for pup play?"
"You are mine always not just when you are a pup. It will symbolize to all the guests that you are MINE and not available."
"You're not `available' are you?" "NO SIR! I don't want anyone but you!"
The guests begin to arrive. "This is Snowflake, my newly adopted son and boyfriend. I found him outside a Dinner near Atlanta. He was alone, scared, and houseless; so, I brought him home. He turned out to be a real gem!" "Nice to meet you. Bill is a very nice man. I like him a lot!"
It's the first time he has called me his son or his boyfriend. I was startled to hear it the first time. But, as he said it over and over, I started to feel very good about it. Adopted son'; a chosen son. A boyfriend'; a chosen friend. I haven't been `chosen' before in my life!
Some of the guests shook my hand, but most gave me a naked full-bodied hug. One even grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me in for a super hug'! Everyone, without exception, was vivaciously happy, friendly, and enthusiastic to meet me. I was feeling better about this party. The super hug' even got my cock going. Now I had to walk around with a boner!
"Listen up everyone. There is food and snacks distributed all over the compound. There are coolers of beer and soft drinks at each of the meditation stops. The "Good Boys" band will play from 2-4:00. The "Naughty Boys" band will play at 8:00 until whenever. You all know your way around this place. Snowflake will be wondering around lost all day. Make him feel welcome. Get to know him. Make him one of the family. THIS IS HIS PARTY not mine. He is a plaything and a party animal so y'all have a good time." Laughing: "Just remember he is MINE! But I'll let you play with him!"
After a couple of hours, the sun and a few beers warmed everyone up. There was hugging, kissing, caressing, and making out all over the place. Everyone was laughing with everyone else. They were all having a great time. But there were no actual sexual acts going on. It seemed they had a minimal number but substantial rules. There was no oral or anal sex. But there was a lot of touching and playing. Everyone was drinking but no one was drunk. All seemed under control.
"Everyone let's all gather at the flat top rock. I'd like to formally introduce Snowflake."
Bill and Snowflake climbed upon the rock to address the crowd. Naked they stood before the crowd of 40+ likewise naked people. There were men, women, young, and old. There were even a couple of pups.
"This is Snowflake. I found him in a diner unable to pay his bill. I paid his bill and learned that he was abandoned by his father for most of his life. He had lived most of his life on the streets of Atlanta with his mother. When I found him, he had shoes, socks, a pair of pants and a shirt. I gave him three choices: come with me, freeze on the street, or the police and social services. With great fear and trepidation, he chose to get in a stranger's car and be driven away. Tell them, Snowflake, what I've done to you."
"Bill didn't do anything TO me! But he has done a lot FOR me. Being very careful of my fear and anxiety, he took me home and cleaned me up. He had me checked by a doctor, had me groomed, and bought me some clothes. He cuddled and held me close when I was scared. He treated me with respect I'd never known. He even gave me a job. He claimed me as his. Only my mother had claimed me before. He is the very best person I have ever met! Today he made me so happy when he placed this collar around my neck! I'm so happy to be his chosen boy."
"Snowflake is truly a gem. His mother was not very smart and an alcoholic. But she was very wise. She taught him to be happy with what he had. She saw to it that he went to school. In her loving home, without a house, he learned to be playful, respectful, and cheerful. Having nothing but his own body, he was taught to make his own happiness. He gave himself totally to me, in hopes of finding a secure future."
"And look at him. He has a beautiful body to have fun with. He is slender yet fit. His skin is smooth and blemish free. He had a silly little bit of hair on him. So, we had it permanently removed. He has a beautiful cock that rests as a little turtle head just visible in his shell. But, rest it seldom does. It is up and down all day! He has learned to live with it. Occasionally we lock it up just to keep it out of the way. With a cock like that, he is forbidden to play with it himself. He is also forbidden to cum without explicit permission. These two rules have been a bit of a challenge for him. But he is learning to comply. He also has a cute bubble butt and a nice cute clean ass pucker. While in high school he took dance lessons and gymnastics. He is as flexible as a snake. He loves to play and dance. His greatest asset, besides his perfect body, is his ability to play, dance, and make himself and those around him happy. He calls himself a plaything and takes pride in being able, with nothing but his body, to make happiness. With this attitude he sometimes becomes a pup and plays enthusiastically. He loves to be touched, stroked, caressed, and cuddled. In many ways he is like a kid that was never corrupted by maturity."
"This is his party. Let's all have fun with him. Make it a happy day he won't soon forget. As with all my parties, the stoplight system is in play. Red-stop, Yellow-maybe, Green- I love it. PARTY UP!"
"Snowflake have fun. These are all my friends and good people. I'll be around. Relax, trust, and have fun." He signals to the crowd, walks me to the edge of the rock, trips me, and I fall into the crowd. They catch me. They chant and cheer passing me over their heads! My cock enjoys the game. It is at full mast. Suddenly, one side of me seems to fall. But I'm caught again after I have been turned over. I'm being passed along upside down by a thousand hands. No part of me is without a hand as I'm passed along the cheering crowd. No body part is not supported. It's like a moving undulating total body massage! When I get to the inverted recliner bench, I am lowered onto it. A towel is paced around the face hole. My cock and balls are lowered into the other hole. "OK everyone. With as many as will fit around let's massage him with ten fingers each. Dance your fingers on every inch of him. Make him crazy." This goes on for 20 minutes or so. Then I am led around the compound. Everyone walks around the place from meditation spot to meditation spot. Everyone is shaking my hand. Everyone is shaking my cock; everyone is shaking my balls. I'm hugged and kissed over and over. "Hey Bingo. Here Bingo! Go get my puppy stuff. FETCH BILL!" Bingo goes running off. Ten minutes later Bingo returns with Bill and a yellow bag. "Woof" Bill clips my matching leash to the collar and leads me over to a flat concrete bench. "UP Snowflake." He fits the harness around my chest and adjusts its fit. He has me raise each `leg' and affixes my paw mitts and knee pads. "ASS UP!" Dr. Smythe's office made his tail for him. Snowflake was measured for the plug and it was custom made. The plug is inflatable, but it is not stretchy. It is made of a hard core with a silicone impregnated sack over it. It will inflate to just his size and no more." My ass hole is ceremonially lubricated, and the tail plug inserted with a gentle but steady push. "I inflate the pug with warm water until no more will go in. Now it is firmly anchored." He pulls hard to demonstrate how firmly it is attached. He surprises me by attaching two stainless steel magnetic rings around my ball sack. Together they weigh about a pound. It is warm today and with this added weight my balls hang embarrassingly low. "UP!" I raise to four-point stand. "SIT!" I sit up with my paws on my knees. "SIT UP!" I raise up on my knees with my paws in front of my chest. "GOOD BOY" Bingo comes up and licks my balls and pushes the rings with his nose. He licks my cock then goes back to my balls. Laughing: "Hey, Tim, Bingo wants a set of ball stretchers!" Bill hands off my leash and I'm led around by the crowd. Bill tosses the yellow tennis ball. I jump to chase it, but I'm stopped by the leash. "Let him go. He'll go get it." I chase it as fast as I can go. I've not worn the ball stretchers before. They make my balls hang low and swing when I run. My cock was already hard. This game of throw and fetch was played many times until I was panting. "He looks very cute chasing after that thing."
The `GOOD BOY' band begins to play, and we all gather around the stage. My leash is reattached, and I sit and listen for a while. I look at the man holding my leash, give a little tug, then look back out to the dance area. "I think he wants to go out to dance. Let him go and see what he does." I run to the front of the band and sit down. When they begin to play, I bark once. Everyone laughs! I jump, all four paws off the ground in 2/4 time with the beat. I switch to 4/4 time using diagonal legs in a prancing fashion. Then I switch to stepping forward and back with the right legs then the left legs. I spin a full circle in one direction then a half circle in the other direction. I'm doing a line dance doggy style. When the music stops, I flop on my back, wiggle my back and paw the air with all four legs. Someone reaches down and scratches my belly, "GOOD BOY!" The next number, I dance on my front paws with my body up and my hind legs collapsed into my body. At the end I slowly lower myself to the four-point stance. For the next dance I stand up and put my paws on a man's shoulders, happily wag my tail, and dance standing up. Afterwards, I run to the side and lay down next to an older man's foot. He petted me behind my neck, and I sat up and rubbed against his leg.
Another pup came up and smelled my butt. I turned and smelled his. We ran in circles whining and barking. I jumped his back and he fell over. Then we just lay together for a few minutes panting.
After the GOOD BOYS' set was over, I noticed Tim. I pulled the man holding my leash over to him. "RED LIGHT" Tim asked for my leash and lead me up to the patio and Bill. "He red lighted'!"
"What the matter Snowflake?" "Nothing bad sir. I'm having a great time. But I feel dizzy and weak. I think I'm exhausted from having too much of a good time. My cock and balls ache. My skin feels numb and sticky. I think I've just been touched and played with too much in the past 6 hrs. Not in a bad way, just too much. I'm sorry Sir. I tried to make everyone happy."
"Doc come here a minute. Check Snowflake. He `red lighted'. I think he is OK just exhausted." Dr. Smyth examine Snowflake. "Stick out your tongue. GOOD BOY."
"It has good color. His skin has normal turgor."
"Can you piss for me Snowflake?" The urine is a pale yellow, not to dark. Doc takes out the butt plug and takes Snowflakes temperature. "He's not over heated." After listening to his heartbeat and lungs, and feeling his belly, cock, and balls: "I think he will be fine. He's just overextended himself and is exhausted. Help him up give him a good shower, get him something to eat and drink, and let him rest. He'll be Ok."
Snowflake is helped to stand and is given a good washing in the outdoor shower. Someone brings him a banana split yogurt sundae with chocolate topping. Another brings him a chocolate milkshake with strawberry chocolate sauce. Diane very softly anoints his skin with her proprietary skin lotion. "He's not bruised or hurt, but he has just had too many hands rubbing and poking on his him." Bill: "I think we just wore him out. Bless his little soul. He's so cute. He just didn't know when to quit!"
"I'm sorry. I tried to be GOOD. I did red light' when I felt I just couldn't do it anymore. I feel really embarrassed. I didn't mean anybody was doing anything I didn't want. I wasn't scared or upset. My skin just felt weird and I was weak. Everyone was wonderful, friendly and we were having such a good time. Please don't let them think they upset me or hurt me. THEY DIDN'T. I loved it. I really did! PLEASE" Snowflake covered his face with his hands as tears streamed down his cheeks. "I'll tell them. I was watching you. You were having the time of your life. I was wondering when you would collapse. You did good red lighting' before you collapsed."
"What's the matter with him? Did someone hurt him? Did you call an ambulance?"
"HOLD ON EVERYONE. Gather around. Snowflake is just fine. I think the best way to put it is that he just happied out'. He used the red light' safe word because he knew he had to stop. Not because anyone did anything that he didn't like or scared him. He's a little embarrassed he used it! He is afraid you all would get the wrong idea. He is a VERY HAPPY KID! He just needs to take a few minutes of rest."
"Thank you, Sir. Y'all, never in my life have I had so much fun. You guys are wonderful. Just give me a chance to catch my breath. No one has ever thrown a party just for me. No one has ever welcomed me like this. No one has ever played with me like this. I... I... Oh... just THANK YOU.
The Naughty Boys band was sensational. Snowflake got his wind back and danced, cartwheeled, and cavorted around all evening. Bill had taken everything off and out of him. All he had on was his pretty collar. Everyone was laughing at and with him as he cavorted around; cock and balls flying every which way. Most were a little jealous of his agility and freedom of movement. They enjoyed his playfulness and lack of inhibition. He was just having fun with friends. No harm to anyone. The band, not having seen the likes of him, played to his movements. They even invited him up on stage to dance the Macarena! Which he did with an effervescent enthusiasm. Body parts waving in all directions. The crowd was cheering, chanting along, and making fun. It was wild.