The Rules

The Rules

Part Three: Exposed without Limits

MM+, MF+, bd, ds, hm

The three new frat boys approached my face. The redhead smirked and jammed his dick into my mouth. The zipper of his open fly scratched my cheeks. The other two found my bound hands. I gave them shaky strokes. My legs twitched; I wondered how long I could stand upright.

Someone behind me ran his hands along my legs. I wondered if it was the blonde from earlier, the one in the striped shirt. He stroked my inner thighs, cupped my balls, and gave my cock a jerk. I bucked, trying to reach another orgasm.

A young man's voice from behind me said, "None of that now! If you want to cum, you'll have to earn it." He slapped my balls.

I shouted into the red-head's pubes, my mouth muffled by cock.

The boy behind me untied my shoe-laces and lifted one leg then the other to get them off. The motion was awkward, and I tilted in the stocks.

The red-head pumping my mouth noticed my sudden change of angle.

"Less teeth," he commanded.

"Mmmph," I said.

The boy behind me said, "I want you bare." He tore my shirt off my back. Sunlight fell onto my skin, and I felt the cool breeze.

"I only want you lubed inside," he said. He wiped Martin's cum from my ass and legs.

About then, the red-head gave a jerk in my mouth. His cock-head swelled as he pumped all over my tongue. As he pulled out, I licked my lips, savoring the taste.

"What a whore," remarked the black guy. He pushed Red-head aside and shoved his own cock into my mouth. I sucked on him eagerly.

Meanwhile, interesting things were happening behind me. The boy there gripped my ass and made a few adjustments. He slid his cock smoothly into my already slick hole.

"Aaah," he sighed, luxuriating. He flexed his dick a few times, just to let me know he was there, before thrusting in a slow, steady rhythm.

The black guy didn't last long. He stroked once or twice, before pulling out and shooting all over my face. I'd barely opened my eyes again when I saw the curly-haired kid staring down at me. He pinched my nose. I think liked the sound of my choking. He'd ram my throat, pull out just enough to let me breathe, then laugh as he did it again.

The boy behind me kept up his slow pace, clearly taking his time. Not the boy at my mouth. He gave a final thrust and shot his cum down my throat. I got only a bare taste of him as he pulled out.

I looked around bewildered. From the corner of my eye, I saw Deidre getting the names of the boys who'd just finished. I couldn't hear what they said, but I knew she kept a list of everyone who'd ever fucked me.

There were more people in line. Some of them had their dicks out and were stroking. Why weren't they replacing the boys who'd just left?

Deidre held up her hand. She said, "Normal service will resume shortly. But I think it's time to get rid of another rule. What do you think?"

The crowd clapped.

"The age limit!" said the man in the tweed jacket.

"Let the girls have some fun," said a co-ed.

From behind me, the boy who was fucking me said, "Get rid of the ass-to-mouth one."

The thought of shit in my mouth really disgusted me. "Oh please no!" I groaned.

Deidre said, "We can break the other rules later. I think I know what my slut here really wants. Or doesn't." She leaned over to me. "Same conditions still apply," she whispered in my ear. "It's all or nothing. Keep the rules and lose the cock, whore."

I said nothing. Deidre erased the line from the sandwich board. My list was getting shorter and shorter.

"His mouth is all yours, darling," Deidre told the unseen boy fucking me.

"Just a minute," he said, continuing his cycle of slow, short pumps.

"No rush," Deidre declared. "He's not going anywhere." She slapped the frame of the pillory.

He gave me another few strokes, then pulled out. He sauntered around into my field of vision. It was indeed the blonde from before. He had short blonde bangs, a broad chest, and hairy legs. His striped shirt hung unbuttoned to the waist, revealing trim, hairless abs. Otherwise, he was naked except for his hiking boots. He pumped his cock in his right fist.

"Well now," he said. "Does this look tasty?"

It did, and it didn't. His cock itself certainly looked plump and succulent. But a grey-white ooze covered it, mingling of Martin's cum and my ass-juices. I crinkled my nose. I didn't want it in my mouth.

What I wanted didn't much matter, though. I was bound and helpless and held in place by a colonial instrument of torture. Blonde-boy shoved his sticky, foul-tasting cock into my mouth. I managed not to gag as he folded his hands behind him and fucked my mouth. After a few strokes the taste became less noticeable – maybe I'd washed most of it off.

As the taste faded, or as I got used to it, I began to enjoy sucking him again. I ran my tongue over him, and sucked. My own cock hardened. The blonde boy had some stamina – I'll give him that. He also knew just when to stop. Several times he quivered, pulled back, and rested his trembling cockhead on my lips. When he calmed down, he'd thrust again.

Deidre must have gotten bored with this. She said, "Why don't we move on to another rule?" From around the blonde boy's bucking hips I saw her address the older man. "I think we can ditch the age limits." She looked at me. I felt my face flush. What could I do but nod slightly?

The old guy had a white beard like Santa, and he wasn't even remotely my type. But I was surrounded by my type. Eight of them had already shot their loads in me or on me, and a ninth was fucking my face. Who was I to complain?

Deidre bent down and erased the rule.

"Finally," said Professor-man. He shrugged off his jacket as he proceeded to my rear. Buckles clicked, and his thick hands gripped my ass. A cock rubbed my crack. It didn't feel any different for being old. As he slid in, his body hair, rough and wiry, brushed against my ass and legs. He pumped.

The blonde speeded up. I think he knew he couldn't hold out much longer and wanted to make a show of it. His cock, which had not yet gone beyond the back of my tongue, slapped against the opening of my throat. My abused uvula let him pass. He bottomed out in me; his balls brushed my lower lip. The scent of ass and cum rolled from his pubes.

"Aaaah!" He emitted some noise half way between a moan and a sigh and pulled back as he shot. His first spurt hit the back of my mouth, the second my tongue, and a final splatter coated my lips. He grinned down at me as he wiped his cock on my face.

"I hear you like names," he said. "Mine is Chris. You can carve that on your bed." He turned and walked away, and I got a fine view of his strong ass. I knew how strong, now.

Deidre swished her crop, and another set of men lined up before my face. Most were frat jocks, but now that the age limit had been broken, there were some other types too. Soon my field of vision was full of belly and my hands and mouth were full of cock again.

Professor Santa gave a groan and pumped me full of cum. I was becoming quite well-lubed back there. When he pulled out, another cock replaced him immediately. Deidre sat back and let them have at me. Whenever one man came in my mouth or in my ass, or (in a few over-eager cases) in my hands, there was always someone else to replace them. I wish I could have gone on like this for hours, but I was dehydrating in the sun and my legs were weak.

When the next young jock came on my face, Deidre called a halt. "Everyone finish up. We'll try something different." Several people in the crowd groaned. Maybe they were next in line. I polished off a boy with my right hand. (He wanted to cum in my hair.) The one on my left came of his own accord, and the man behind me shot and pulled out of my -abused ass. I groaned. Despite all the stimulation, I still hadn't cum a second time. My swollen dick ached.

Deidre brought me a water bottle. I drank eagerly. After a few minutes of rest, my legs stopped quivering, and I could think clearly again.

After a break, Deidre said, "It's time to break another rule. Which one, though?"

I knew that the sign now read:

HOLES FOR SALE

• Only men.

• No shit. No piss. No blood.

• Do not harm the whore.

ONE DOLLAR

The management reserves the right to refuse any customer at any time.

I noticed two women in the crowd – a blonde girl with short hair, and another with a round page-boy cut for her black bangs. They dressed similarly in slacks and blouses. I gathered they were a couple. "Let us have a go," said the blonde. "Kathy brought her toy bag when I texted her about the show."

From somewhere off to my left, a man's voice said, "Ditch the one about blood and harm. I think anyone that slutty is missing out if they don't feel a little pain."

Deidre's eyebrow went up. Neither of us liked sadism or masochism much. Certainly we'd never tried play with a knife or a needle. "I'll get back to you," she said. "I need to think about that one. We both do. But I see no reason the girls can't play."

Again, she looked to me. I wasn't calling my safe word on the gender rule. Cock was the thing for today's fantasy, but I'd already had plenty of that. I could be flexible. Hell, I liked women. I was married to one – and a kinky one at that.

"Okay, then." Deidre erased the words `only men.'

The dark-haired girl, Kathy, rummaged around in her bag and pulled out some leather straps. I recognized them as the harness of a strap-on when she retrieved a big blue dildo. With deliberate slowness and a look of concentration on her face, she removed her shoes and slacks. She unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a white bra and the curve of her cleavage. Several men in the crowd cheered. Others clapped. She ignored them as she slid off her panties and set the harness in place. The dildo was pretty big, I noticed, slightly-curved and terminated in a round end. It totally lacked any human features like veins or a head. It was just a shiny, non-anthropomorphic latex instrument, but it looked pretty damn good as it jutted from her body. So rigged, Kathy sauntered out of my field of vision. She trailed her fingertips along my back.

The blonde girl stepped up to my face. She wore an evil smirk and had cruel blue eyes. "My name is Lauren. You're going lick me as Kathy fucks your ass," she said. Her crotch stood noticeably below the level of my face. She turned to Deidre. "Do you have a box or something?"

Deidre fetched a foot stool. She really had thought of everything.

Lauren removed her blouse and let it fall. Then she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra. Her breasts were large, the nipples a pale red against almost-white skin. Lauren kept her eyes fixed over my shoulder at Kathy as she removed her slacks and panties and laid them on the grass. She was quite attractive, in a manly sort of way. Her short hair accentuated her broad shoulders. She stood on the footstool with her legs spread over my face. Her pussy hung suspended at eye-height. She was a natural blonde, I saw.

"Lick," she commanded.

Even with her thighs level with my forehead, I had difficulty reaching her. Deidre pushed the stool closer. I found Lauren's slit with my tongue and ran the tip up and down, tasting her juices as the flow of them increased.

I jerked suddenly. Kathy's hands went from my ass to my cock. She pulled on it gently, like a farmer on a cow's tit. She leant over my back, brushing my shoulders with her open shirt and silky bra. "I think it's such a shame you didn't cum with all those boys in you. Maybe it's because they just didn't have the stamina. No sooner would you get good and ready when they'd squirt. Then you had to trade out for another. What a kill-joy."

Her long latex dildo pressed against my ass. "But my little friend here, he can keep going forever. And me? I can have an orgasm, and then have another, and another. So I'm going to put this in you, and then I'm going to fuck you till you pump."

I tried to say something, but Lauren was grinding her clit into my face. My jaw ached, but I knew I couldn't stop.

Kathy let go of my dick. Her cool dildo pressed against my hole. She it slid into me slowly. Its curving tip pressed awkwardly against the lining of my ass. I groaned. Kathy didn't relent. She pressed it all the way in. Then she began to fuck me, slowly at first but with increasing vigor. As her thighs brushed mine, I realized the girl had some serious muscles in her quads. She must be some kind of athlete.

I was intimidated and exited, knowing that the object in my ass would simply keep going, with no cumming, no softening, no ever giving up. Not till I came. I'd already shot one load today. What if I couldn't manage a second? Would Kathy just keep plowing me till it got dark?

Lauren's first orgasm brought me out of my reverie. She quivered, and her thighs tightened on my face. She threw back her head and moaned. "Don't stop," she said as her shudders subsided. "Keep going."

Kathy fucked her rubber cock in and out of me. I felt so full with it – it was as big as Martin's had been. I wondered what she felt, through the vibration of the harness and the other end of the dildo. I imagined her plunging it into Lauren, into the very pussy currently straddling my face. Invigorated by the thought, I pushed my tongue into her and did a little fucking of my own.

Kathy's orgasm came as a shudder, without the reflexive thrust a man would give. She wasn't wired for that last, orgasmic push. Instead she pressed the dildo into me as she shook and moaned. My own cock bobbed in sympathy as I clenched my ass around the intruder. Her orgasm never even slowed her down. When she was done, she just kept on fucking.

I groaned. My own orgasm built in my shaft and balls. An orgasm from ass-fucking feels different than one induced by any sort of touch. The pleasure, the fullness, comes from the inside out.

"Oooh," I said.

The clenching of Lauren's thighs beside my face did it for me. I felt my cock jerk, and then I was shooting. One spurt, two, three, four. Four? Shit, I didn't know I had it in me. My orgasm from Scott must have just been the appetizer. The vibration passed up the dildo to Kathy. She began screaming, leaning against my ass and humping me.

The three off us settled down together. I was so tired I wished I could fall over. But of course, I couldn't. Not without choking myself on the stocks. Eventually, Lauren got down off my face, Kathy climbed off my ass, and they kissed, there in front of me. There was more cheering from the crowd. Lauren casually gave them the finger.

"How about that last rule?" A young man walked into my field of view. He wore crisp black slacks and a loose black shirt. Red-brown curls framed his face. In one hand he held a shining pen-knife; the blade was out, gleaming.

Deidre looked dubious. There were shouts of "yes!" (and "no!') from the crowd. "I think I really should let the slut decide this one. It's a pretty serious rule."

The young man grinned at me. He said, "You've done all this. Are you going to back out now?"

Here was something I'd never tried. "What will you do?" I asked.

"I want to cut you, just the skin, as I fuck your ass," he said matter-of-factly. "Nothing serious. But there will be blood." He grabbed his crotch.

My limp, leaking dick stirred suddenly to life.

I looked at Deidre and nodded. She shook her head. "It's your crazy. But if I see any serious hurt, I'm calling this off."

"Fair enough," he said.

"What's your name?" Deidre asked.

"Louis," he said.

She gave me one last long look, then erased the final line of the rules. Now I was utterly without limits. Anything could be done to me. All I had was a price.

Louis tossed four quarters into the dish. Deidre got some rubbing alcohol from her kit and helped him sterilize the blade. I looked on it with trepidation. The edge shone.

Louis glided up behind me. He placed the cold knife onto the small of my back. He took off his pants. I felt the smooth touch of his open shirt.

Deidre looked flustered. She turned back to the crowd. She flicked out her crop at the assembled folk. "Front hole is still open for business. Listen for him to give three groans – one long, two short. That's the non-verbal safe signal."

Four more boys approached me. Scott got up from his tree and joined them.

"No charge for repeat custom," Deidre told him.

"Those lesbians got me hot," he said. "I need some relief." He shucked off his clothes, revealing a familiar, half-hard cock. The other boys opened flies and flopped out dicks. A long-haired skinny boy pulled his tee over his head to reveal a ribcage like a cooking rack. They crowded around my face, but I saw trepidation in their faces as they regarded at the maniac with a knife behind me. Cooking-rack went first, pushing his surprisingly long meat into my mouth.

Louis leaned against my ass. His cock rested between my cheeks. He picked up the knife. "Just a little cut, like this," he said. The point of the knife pressed my shoulders. He drew a line parallel across them. I barely felt anything at first, then a tremendous, burning sting. I screamed into toast-rack's crotch and shook wildly. The boys in my hands backed away. I held on tight. I didn't want them to go away.

"Sssh," said Louis. He massaged my cheeks with smooth soft hands. "So fine," he said. "Your back would look better with a hatch mark, though." He took the knife and made another long scrape along my shoulders. I knew Deidre was watching. She wouldn't let him really hurt me. But I trembled like I was being peeled as he made another stroke. Now there were three stripes on my back. I felt the blood running. My sweat pooled into them, increasing the sting. My breath and heart pounded with adrenaline and terror. My cock, though, was harder than hell.

"There we go, pretty boy," Louis said.

He pushed his cock against my ass. The head of it stretched my already abused sphincter wide. His long, thin cock, more like a candle than a coke-can, glided into me: As he fucked, he held the cool metal of the knife against one of my arms. His rocking motion stretched and burned the skin of my back. My hardening cock bounced between my legs.

Toaster-rack came in my mouth, but I barely noticed. Another boy took his place. Scott slid into my hand. I gripped and released compulsively – on him and on the man to my left.

The boy on my left moaned – both aroused and disappointed. His cock shuddered in my hand. Ropes of cum jetted over my fingers. Someone else pressed into replace him.

Louis pumped harder now, jerking my ass forward with each fuck. My body reacted to the pain by shooting me full of endorphins. I felt another orgasm building in my balls.

"Here I go!" Louis shouted. He took the knife and made another swipe across my shoulder blades. I screamed.

The boy in my mouth tensed and shot. Scott shoved him aside, beat and aimed at my open mouth. Hot hard spashes of cum coated me.

Louis thrust one time, then he pumped into my guts. At the same moment, I felt his hand jerking my cock. I came again for the third time that day, my whole body rocking and flexing. When I was done, I slumped against the restraints.

The last boy in my hand sensed I was spent. He withdrew from my fingers, pushed into my mouth and pumped slowly, not messing with my throat. When I panted hard, he stopped and let me breathe. At last, he let out an almost gentle orgasm against tongue.

My back burned. My balls ached. My ass felt like a train tunnel. My throat scratched. Even my tongue felt sore.

Deidre got the rest of the boys' names. Then she and Scott helped me out of the stocks. I knew I was too tired carry it back to the van.

That was okay, though. Some of the audience came home with us, and kindly offered to carry the equipment. After all, some people had paid and hadn't yet gotten their dollars' worth.