Chapter 16: I Get Presents
Soon I felt a strange weight running from between my tits down the center of my chest and following my treasure trail (if I hadn't shaved it off) and ending just above my cock. A minute later and someone was taking off my blindfold. Finally I could see the eight hot naked bucks who had been ravaging my body. And hot, indeed, did they look! Eight choice specimens of jock college guys (well, actually seven; Brad was the old guy in the bunch. He was almost 28. But he looked younger, like 23 or 24.)
My cock sprung to life yet again. I felt it poking into something creamy. That reminded me to look down at my chest. Someone (Brad, I found out later) had baked a cake in the shape of a cock and balls. It was maybe three inches across and about as high for the "cock" part, which was a foot long or so. Each "ball" was a mound of whipped cream icing on top of cake, maybe four inches in diameter. Along the length of the cock Brad had written "Happy Birthday Ian."
All the guys were standing around looking at it, not sure what was happening next. Brad came back holding a bunch of narrow candles maybe four or five inches long, like Hanukkah candles, if you know what I mean. He took a lighter and got a few of them lit, then handed them to Jeff, who seemed to know what to do with them. As Jeff put a row of five lit candles neatly centered down the cock part of the cake he said, "What would a birthday cake be without candles? Here's twenty-one [my age] plus one to grow on."
The other guys starting making comments about where the rest of the candles should go. "You're catching on," Jeff said. With that he put a candle into the SIDE of the cake, so the wax dripped on one side of my chest. Ouch! Not heavy pain, just a sharp pain as the wax hit my skin and immediately hardened. Jeff put the next lit candle on the other side of the cake. Pretty soon there were five lit candles down each side of the cake, each making a pinprick of pain on my chest as the wax dripped.
"That's fifteen of them," Jeff said. "Now two for each tit ought to do it. But first we should probably move these out of the way. Can somebody help me?" Someone's eager hands reached forwarded and snapped the tit clamps off my tits. I gave a cry of pain as the blood filled my poor, sore tits.
"Well, now that's out of the way," Jeff remarked. He carefully pushed candles into the ends of the "cock head" part of the cake. Two of them were aimed to splatter their hot wax on each of my tits. I groaned in pain, but my cock gave me away-it twitched at the sensations of the wax dripping on my sides and now my tits.
"I have three more candles," Jeff said. "I want to place these VERY carefully." He did. He stuck them into the "balls" of the cake. I soon gave a cry of pain as the first drop of hot was hit my left testicle. Then another drop hit my right one. Then I felt a drop of wax running down the top of my cock until it hardened. "Now, doesn't that look nice?" Jeff stepped back to admire his work. The other guys applauded.
Brad said, "First we're going to tell you about your presents. Then you can blow out your candles." Brad turned to the other guys and said, "Who wants to go first?"
Vance said, "I will." He held up the blindfolds in front of me and said, "Happy birthday, Ian. I hope you like them. By the way, I tried them on and they fit ME very well. They also fit Kurt." I said my thanks.
Blaine held up the dildo which had gone up my ass in the van. "Here's MY present, Ian. I don't know if it will fit me, I've never tried it." He grinned and added, "It's only a little bit bigger than Jeff, and HE fit me." I thanked Blaine for the gift. It was my third dildo, but you can never have too many of them.
Jeff held up the ball stretcher. "I know you like your balls worked on. I don't WANT to know if this will fit mine." Jeff then looked around. Rob was close and Jeff managed to grab his balls. "Hey, they'd probably fit Rob's. Want me to try?"
Rob said, "No thanks, not tonight." Besides, they're Ian's. Shouldn't HE be the one to see if they fit me?" In case you're wondering, they did fit Rob. But that, as they say, is another story.
"As long as I have the stage," Rob said, "Let me tell you about our gift." He pointed to the fleece-lined cuffs around my ankles. These are from Kurt, Randy and me. And so are these," he added, pulling at the fleece-lined cuffs which still secured my wrists to the chains holding up the sling I was on. "And so is the ankle spreader. The guy in the sex shop said they'd be a hit."
"And they are!" I gushed. "I can't wait to try them all on YOU the next time I shave you." Rob glared at me. "Oops," I said, "I wasn't supposed to mention our little adventure, was I?" I turned around and looked at the other guys. "You won't tell, will you?" They of course winked and said, "No way," and "Nope." I certainly never heard them tell anyone, although Blaine DID ask me to do to him what I'd done to Rob. Now, THAT was fun.
Ford held up the tit clamps. "I got you these. It looked like you enjoyed them." "They were nice," I replied. "I can't wait to try them on you! Too bad you didn't get adjustable ones!"
Everyone looked at Brad, to see what he'd gotten me. Brad held up three small plastic boxes. "One of these is for you, whichever one you like." Each box held a gold ring in a different size or thickness. Only Brad and I seemed to know what they were for. "You got the job!" I exclaimed.
"Yes," said Brad. "I've been doing it for a few months." "I'm quite good at it, the shop owner says," Brad added, modestly. The other guys looked at Brad, so he exclaimed, "I do piercings at that shop downtown. It's fun! And Ian sort of wanted a piercing, so I brought a selection of rings for him to choose." Brad turned to me. "Which one do you want?" he said, holding the boxes closer for me to examine.
I looked at them. "The one in the middle looks like a good size to start with. Not too thick, and not too big around."
Brad nodded. "That's the one I thought you'd choose. I like it, too. After the cake I'll put it on you." My cock twitched when he said that. It even started hardening. Brad looked around and said, "You'll see. Now, how about if we all have some of the cake?"
I said, "Can I blow out the candles? They're not doing much good, now." And they weren't; my tits were well covered with piles of wax, as were the spots on my sides under the candles. As for my balls, well, they kept on jumping and twitching, so new spots kept on getting hit with the hot wax.
Blaine said, "I guess so. See how many you can blow out. That's how many guys'll participate in your grand finale."
I took several deep breaths, then leaned forward as best I could. First I blew out the two candles dripping on each of my tits, then the candles closest to me on either side of the cake and on top. That was seven candles; one more and everyone would be participating in my final fling, whatever was planned. I blew hard and got two more down the middle of the cake, then twisted my neck and got the other four down one side. I still had breadth to do the other side. With the last of my breath I got the remaining candles on top of the cake. Now all that were left were the ones dripping wax onto my cock and balls. No way I could reach them, so I gave up. "Well, I blew out enough candles that you all have to participate twice!" I said to Blaine.
Jeff saw that I hadn't been able to reach the candles dripping wax on my cock and balls and told me, "Don't worry, we'll blow those remaining candles out for you. Just as soon as we finish eating this cake." He grinned wickedly at me, then leaned forward and gave my balls a not-so-playful squeeze. God, that felt great!
Brad came forward with forks for everyone as the guys pulled the candles out of the cake. Rob and Kurt looked at each other, then Rob said, "Why the hell not?" He then undid the cuff around my right wrist and handed me a fork. "Eat up," he said.
I stuck the fork into the cake and took the first mouthful. With that, everyone started digging in. It felt strange as the forks scraped along my belly. Sort of erotic. At least my cock appreciated it. Soon the cake was gone, all but the balls. Blaine gave an exaggerated sigh and pulled out the candles which had still be dripping wax onto my cock and balls. He blew them out and set them down. The guys dug in and soon only crumbs and dabs of icing decorated my chest. Oh, and the occasional pile of wax.
Brad said, "Clean him up good, while I go get my supplies." As Brad left, the other guys picked up towels and started wiping the cake and icing from my chest. Then one of them attacked the wax on one of my tits. Another worked at the wax on my sides. Jeff, of course, attacked the wax on my balls. Or, more correctly, he attacked my balls, sometimes managing to get some wax off.
After a couple of minutes, Vance pushed him out of the way. "Here, let me do that," he said. Vance was a lot gentler with my jewels.
I was just about clean by the time Brad came back. "His hand is still free," Brad commented. Soon it wasn't. Then he said, "Help me adjust the sling so his ass is up in the air more." With many hands to make light of the work, my body was soon adjusted. Per Brad's instructions, the chains holding my legs had been adjusted so my legs were wider apart, my ass more vulnerable. Since I knew what was coming, I wasn't worried.
Brad walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. A spotlight highlighted some of my best features. It would also make it easier for Brad to see what he was doing. Brad carried a small table back with him and spread out his supplies. Then he got to work.
First Brad cleaned up my cock and balls and perineum thoroughly with soap and lots of water and a bunch of towels. Then he wiped me down with alcohol, then some other disinfectants. Then he held up a small marker and a dental pick, which he used to point to a spot on my perineum. "Here?" Brad asked me.
"Maybe a little bit closer to my balls," I suggested. By then it had dawned on some of them, the gay ones at least, what was going on. Brad was going to pierce me for a guiche. THAT was his birthday present. Well, THAT and the $50 or more gold ring he was going to insert in the skin behind my balls.
Brad pointed again and I nodded. He then marked the spots where he'd make the holes. He picked up a couple of other instruments, one to stretch and hold the skin, the other…. I felt a prick, then another. Then it was all over. I looked down my body to see a golden ring shining from between my legs. Brad leaned over me and kissed me on the lips. "Happy birthday, birthday boy," he said. "Wear it in good health."
After the other guys had examined my new jewelry, Brad dabbed at it with more antiseptic, then covered it with gauze and a small bandage. Then he moved the table with his tools out of the way and said, "It's time for us to give you your final birthday present. Since you took care of us, it's time for us to take care of you. All at once!" Brad turned to the others and said, "Help me lower his ass again, closer to the floor." A couple of adjustments were made then he said, "Okay, that's good." My body was once again sort of parallel to the floor.
I guess most of the brothers knew what was happening, because they soon gathered around me. I felt my cock growing with anticipation. Blaine positioned himself to one side and popped one of my balls into his mouth and started running his tongue over it. Then Jeff got on the other side of me and started sucking on my other ball. Rob and Kurt positioned themselves just below my armpits and started licking and chewing on and playing with my tits, one to each of them.
Ford moved to between my legs. I thought he'd take my cock in his mouth. He did, sort of-he started licking and sucking on my cock from its base to maybe halfway up its rock-hard length. He carefully left the head exposed, and also left room for someone to get at it. I thought that that someone would be Brad. I was wrong. Out of the corner of an eye I saw Brad on his back on sort of a mechanic's dolly. He lined himself up at my head and worked his way underneath me, head first. I felt tugging in the sling, then a most wonderful sensation as Brad began rimming me, then eating out my ass (and lapping up several loads of cum) in earnest (remember, this was well before the days of AIDS and STDs. I have since learned that the term for what Brad was doing is "feltching." It is considered extremely risky. Do NOT try it at home.)
That left two positions open, both heads. Vance moved to my real head and said, "It's later." I replied, "I thought later would never come!" I opened my mouth and took in Vance's boy-cock. Vance started fucking my mouth. After a minute or two I made noises and Vance pulled out. "I want your balls," I said. What his cock lacked in size, his balls more than made up for. My mouth was hardly large enough for both of his balls; he had to really work at it to get them both in. But he did, and I happily lapped and licked and sucked on them.
About then the other guys realized that Randy was not participating as they planned. Jeff took the ball he was sucking from his mouth and said, "Randy, there's a spot over here. We saved it for you." Randy mumbled something, to which Jeff replied, "Hey, Ian's about done with the sling. I'm sure YOU'D look good in it." The threat did it; Randy soon joined the party and worked his way over Blaine's head and was soon sucking on the head of my cock (I was as amused as were the other guys, gay, straight, and bi (Ford); they'd planned it well. The last guy to profess he was TOTALLY straight was now the one sucking me off.)
I felt some of the guys shifting, then realized that Kurt and Blaine were working on Brad beneath me. Kurt was giving him a hand job (I could feel his shoulder shifting as he worked his hand up and down). And Blaine, from what I could tell, was working on Brad's tits as he sucked on my balls. And I saw Ford wiggling a bit, even as he ran his tongue up and down my cock; either Brad from the floor or one of the guys next to him, Blaine or Jeff, was jerking him off. Even Vance was getting into the act, running one of his feet up and down Brad's ass crack and playing with Brad's balls with his toes.
Well, all parties have to come to an end. Even though I was totally stoned, and a little bit drunk, and had already cum three times earlier that evening, I could not withstand the effects of eight horny dudes working on my tits, balls, cock, asshole, and mouth (well, some of us DO get off on giving blow jobs to cute guys!) I gave a grunt and wiggled my hips and started cumming. If Randy had any ideas about pulling off, he gave them up when he felt Jeff's hand on his back. And Brad's fist around his balls from underneath. I spurted again and again down Randy's throat. I kept spurting, dry spurts I suppose you'd call them, as the guys kept on working on me. In the meantime, Vance had started spewing his own juiced down my throat. Ford had given up licking my cock and was screaming, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Then he looked around at us, grinned and said, "I've always wanted to do that. Just like in the porn flicks." I heard Brad grunting below me and thought I felt something splash my back from beneath me. Talk about one giant orgasm!