Chapter 17: The Party's Over; The Van Starts for Home
Well, after that things got quiet for a few minutes. Most of the guys kind of sat down or lay down on the floor of the dungeon spacing out. I guess the dope and the beer and the multiple orgasms most of us had had had finally gotten to us. Jeff had the wherewithal to remove the cuffs from my wrists. I rubbed them between my fingers; even though the cuffs had been fleece lined, hours of wearing them had made my wrists kind of sore. Ford saw what Jeff was doing and got up enough energy to release my feet from their restraints. Nobody, however, had enough energy to help me out of the sling, so I kind of twisted my legs sideways and let myself fall out the side.
I caught my balance and held myself up by one of the chains holding up the sling. I surveyed the wreckage--eight naked, wasted, sated studs, lying or sitting this way and that on the floor, half conscious and without even the energy to make themselves more comfortable. I wandered over to the refrigerator (painted black, to go with the general decor of the dungeon), and helped myself to a bottled water. That helped me immensely. Ford saw me drinking, and asked me to toss him a water. Soon everyone was drinking, everyone but Randy, who was snoring away on the floor.
The water seemed to revive us. Some of the guys were wandering around the dungeon, examining the various devices. Brad was proudly showing off his dungeon, his work of art. I declared, "I'm hot and sweaty and scummy. Can I take a shower, Brad?" Brad called back that I knew where everything was--I did, and stumbled towards the bathroom.
Then everyone else wanted to take showers, clean up and get dressed. Brad told them he had a shower upstairs and they could take turns. Blaine called out, "And only one of you in the showers at a time! We want to get home tonight!" I think everyone was so wasted and so sexed out that more sex in the showers was the last thing anyone was thinking of.
I finished my shower and was toweling off when Vance came into the bathroom. He saw me looking around and realized what was wrong. "I'll go out and get your clothes when I'm done here, Ian, if you want to wait." Isn't puppy love wonderful? I kissed him and thanked him and said I'd wait. I wrapped a towel around my waist and went back into the dungeon proper.
Blaine and the rest of the guys, those who were not in the showers, were helping Brad to clean up the dungeon. There were mops and brooms and rags everywhere as everything was wiped down, disinfected (more to stop any smells than any diseases), toys were put away, and everything put back in order to Brad's satisfaction (he was having fun bossing everyone around; he may have been submissive when he was having sex but sure was a queen bitch about his dungeon!
Vance came out of the shower and got dressed. He headed outside and came back a couple of minutes later with my clothes so I could get dressed. By the time the last guy was dressed, the dungeon was spic and span. Even the floor was clean enough for someone to eat off of (since it was sometimes Brad doing the eating off the floor, he made sure that it was spotless). Brad had gotten a paper bag for all of my toys, so we were about ready to leave. We said our good byes and thanks to Brad, piled into the van, and headed back towards campus.
I sat down and leaned against one wall of the van. Brad had thrown in a couple of pillows and even a sleeping back, so most of the van's back was now padded. Vance lay on his side with his head in my lap, napping. Randy kind of plopped down in the middle of the mattress and was soon snoring away. Kurt, too, managed to find some floor space and was kind of sleeping. Ford and Jeff leaned against the partitions separating the driver's and passengers seats from the back of the van. Ron, of course, was driving. Blaine sat in the passenger seat; he'd called, "Shotgun" before anyone else thought of it.
After a few miles of bouncing on the rough country road we hit the highway. After a couple of minutes Rob called out, "Hey, I'm horny. I want a blow job from one of you guys." After we'd protested a bit Rob pointed out, "I stayed sober, well, I had one beer. And I had no dope, so I could drive us all home. So now it's payback time. Which one of you's gonna blow me?"
Jeff called out, "Randy would be happy to blow you." He prodded the half-awake Randy. "Wouldn't you?"
Randy called over his shoulder, "Fuck you, and the horse you road in on." That is not the brightest thing to say when you're lying flat on your stomach, half zonked out of your mind." In an instant Jeff had Randy's arms behind him. Randy struggled, and said, "Get off me, you big fuck," and other epithets. Since Jeff was stronger, and probably more sober, there wasn't much Randy could do.
Jeff called out, "Hey, Ian, can I use your handcuffs?" I looked up and said, :Sure, use whatever you want." Jeff looked around for the bag with my presents. Ford, grinning, reached into the bag, which was tucked into a corner by his side, and pulled out the cuffs. Jeff said, "Thanks," as he took them and cuffed Randy's wrists behind his back.
Jeff flipped Randy onto his back. Randy was cursing him all the while, until Jeff leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. We never did find out what he said, but it shut Randy up. Randy still struggled, but at least he was quiet. Jeff bent down and pulled off Randy's sneakers. After a moment's thought, he took off Randy's socks, too. Jeff soon had Randy's jeans and underwear down around his knees (Randy's, that is.)
Jeff called out to Ford, "Hand me the ball stretcher, will you?" Randy started struggling harder, but there wasn't much he could do. Jeff took hold of Randy's balls and stretched them down in his sac. He then snapped the stretcher on, then snapped the strap to separate Randy's balls. Jeff found a piece of string on the floor of the van, and tied it to the D-ring on the ball separating strap. He took an experimental tug, and Randy yelped. Satisfied, Jeff proceeded to pull Randy's jeans and underwear off.
Jeff turned Randy back onto his stomach. "I'm going to take the handcuffs off," he said. "But you're not going to do anything, are you?" As he said this he reached between Randy's legs and took hold of the string attached to his balls. He tugged gently.
"I'll behave," Randy muttered.
With that, Jeff unlocked the handcuffs and bade Randy to sit up. Randy made a show of massaging his wrists, sort of stalling for time. Jeff called to Blaine, "Hey, Blaine, open a window." We felt the rush of the wind as Blaine cranked down the window. I guess he thought we wanted some air back there. It DID feel good; it was a surprisingly warn night.
Jeff untangled Randy's underwear from his jeans. He got up and lurched towards where Blaine was sitting. He handed the underwear to Blaine. Before Randy could even say, "Hey!" Blaine had tossed the underwear out the window. Jeff turned to Randy and said, "Your pants are next, if you don't behave." He then turned to Blaine and said, "Can you come back here so I can sit there?"
Blaine got up and squeezed past Jeff and sat down close to Vance's outstretched legs. Jeff started for the passenger seat then stopped. "I almost forgot," he said. He bent and took hold of the string and pulled. "Come up here with me," he ordered Randy. "Rob's horny and you're going to take care of him. Now, I'm going to sit and you're going sit on my lap. We'll go from there."
Jeff sat down and Randy sort of fell onto him. Jeff told him, "Now reach over and undo Rob's sneakers. And be careful--we don't want an accident."
Rob said, "Just a minute. I want to get the cruise control on." We felt the van slow down, then accelerate as the cruise control took hold. "I'm ready," he said, and picked up his feet.
Randy bent over and undid one sneaker and got it off. Rob wiggled his toes. Randy got the message and pulled off his sock. Rob's other sneaker and sock soon followed. Randy then reached for Rob's belt. With some effort, he undid Rob's jeans and slid them down his legs. (YOU try doing that some time to your driver, without having an accident.") Rob's underwear soon followed.
As expected, Rob's cock was rock hard in anticipation.
Rob spread his legs and leaned back, one hand on the wheel and the other ready to guide Randy's head onto his cock. Jeff braced Randy and kind of pushed him forward onto the engine housing between the front seats of the van. Randy leaned forward and, with some effort, got his mouth around Rob's cock.
With the first suck the van swerved; I guess Rob wasn't quite ready for the sensation. The van steadied, as did Randy's tempo of sucking. Rob held Randy's head and guided it up and down. Every once in a while he said something like, "Less teeth," or "Suck harder," or "Swirl your tongue around the head." Rob even tilted the seat back and kind of shoved out his hips and demanded, "Suck on my balls." That proved uncomfortable for both the sucker and the suckee, and Rob soon sat back down and straightened the seat back and demanded, "Suck on my cock some more. Mmmmm."
Once Jeff determined that Randy had his balance, there wasn't much for him to do, so he decided to explore a little. He called to the back of the van, "Somebody toss me some lube." Someone did. Jeff slicked up a couple of fingers on his right hand and started running them up and down Randy's ass crack. With surprising little effort, first one finger, then a second finger, was inserted. Jeff pulled his hand back, then slid the fingers back in. Soon he was finger-fucking Randy in time to Randy's sucking on Rob's cock.
Jeff reached under Randy's belly and found his cock. For a straight boy Randy seemed to be enjoying himself. His cock was rock hard and even dripping. Jeff moved the ball stretcher out of the way and started rubbing Randy's cock. Randy sucked in his gut and rearranged his weight and soon Jeff had enough room to jerk him off for real.
So there they were, going down the highway, the driver getting sucked, and one of the passengers simultaneously sucking, getting a hand job, and getting his asshole worked over. What a sight it must have been for the occasional oncoming driver whose lights lit up the front of the van! Lucky for us there were no cops around.
Ford decided he had to do something. He searched around the floor of the van `til he found something, then stood up and headed for the front of the van. "Smile!" he yelled, and a flash of light filled the van as he snapped a picture of Randy sucking on Rob's cock. The van swerved, and Rob cursed as his night-vision left him.
"Sorry," Ford said, but he didn't sound very contrite. "I just wanted to catch TKEs at play for posterity. I should of warned you." Ford paused and said, "Ready? I want to get a picture of the three of you. It'll make a great picture, with Randy sucking at one end and getting fucked--well, finger-fucked--at the other. I can call it, `Straight boy at play.' What do you say, Randy?" Just as Randy pulled his head up from Rob's cock, Ford took his picture. (By the way, it turned out great. A small stream of pre-cum ran from Randy's lips to the tip of Rob's cock. And the light was somehow just right to catch Jeff's fingers half out of Randy's ass. Even the fact that straight-boy Randy was rock hard could be seen in living color.) After Ford had gotten a couple of more close-ups--at both ends of Randy--he went back to the back of the van and sat down, humming to himself.
A couple of minutes later and Rob said, loud enough for us in the back to hear, "I'm getting close. Slow down, I want it to last." Randy slowed down, but Jeff kept on working on his cock and ass. Every once in a while Randy gave a groan of pleasure as Jeff probed his hole. Jeff soon learned where to poke, and then Randy was almost a continuous groan of pleasure.
In the meantime, Blaine had sat down along the side of the van where Vance was now sleeping on his side with his head in my lap. My hand rested on his shoulder as I sat and dozed. Blaine, never a shy one, was soon rubbing Vance's leg. When Vance did not resist (he was sleeping!) Blaine got bolder, and slid along in front of him. He slowly undid Vance's belt. Still Vance didn't protest, so Blaine started working on the buttons of Vance's jeans.
Blaine folded apart the flaps of Vance's jeans, then paused, as if trying to decide how to proceed. Vance opened one eye--maybe he WAS only napping--and gave a sort of grin. He wiggled his hips a bit, then twisted so as to take some of the weight off them. Blaine got the hint, and started pushing Vance's jeans down to his knees. He then worked Vance's underwear down.
A cute--but hard--cock, plus Vance's enormous balls, were soon getting a tongue bath from Blaine's talented tongue. Vance gave little puppy dog whimpers of pleasure. Blaine kept licking and lapping, then started sucking Vance in earnest as he heard Rob call out from the front that he was getting close. Ford, of course, moved in and got a couple of shots of Blaine doing Vance. They're now in my scrapbook, just below the shots of Randy.
So then it was a race, not to see which of the three--Rob, Randy, or Vance--would come FIRST, but whether they could come TOGETHER (we fraternity brothers like to do things together!) Randy started sucking again harder and faster as he felt himself getting close. Jeff by now had THREE fingers up his ass, and quickened HIS pace on both Randy's ass and cock. Blaine sucked on Vance's cock for all he was worth.
Rob almost lost control of the van as he yelled (loud enough to wake up Kurt, who'd been snoring through this mini-orgy), "I'm coming! Take it all!" Randy, too, kind of yelled, as best he could with a cock down his throat. Jeff had the presence to grab a couple of napkins and shove them under Randy as he felt him spewing forth HIS juice. A couple of seconds later, well before Rob, the first to start, had finished cumming, Vance started spurting.
Blaine didn't have to be told to swallow it all. Blaine LOVES cum, his or anyone else's.
Well, the mini-orgy was soon at an end. Rob said, "Empty my balls completely. I don't want anything left to drip." Randy stayed sucking on Rob's balls for another few miles. Jeff sat back, figuring Randy could clean up his own cum-filled napkins. Jeff HAD left a couple of napkins for himself, with which he wiped the lube off his hand. Blaine, of course, left nothing in Vance's balls to drip, milking them for every last drop `til Vance reached down to push his head away. Blaine pulled back, and Vance reached down to pull up his underwear and jeans. Blaine leaned forward to kiss Vance's cock one last time, them helped Vance to get decent again.