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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
9 weeks ago

Bath

Published before, but edited and updated. Enjoy.

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I met them on-line.  They wanted a submissive plaything and I was fresh out of a long-term hetrosexual relationship, so I agreed. I wanted something different in my life. We swapped emails, numbers and pictures, as they described what they would do with me, to me. With each arriving email I got aroused. We agreed on a suitable date, time and code word.

The appointed day arrived. A sunny day from the dawn, with a weather forecast for it to be warm. I prepared...  my pubic haired removed. Body hair trimmed. Both my preference anyway, but also requested. I dressed in t-shirt and shorts, no underwear - again, my preference  but also requested.

I was to go to their house about 10 miles away, but would be picked up from an area about half a mile from where I lived.  It was a road with a Government site on one side, and fields on the other. It was the weekend so it would be quiet but to ensure that the wrong person  wasn't approached my t-shirt was to be red, shorts black and I was to be barefoot. 

I left home gingerly, partially through anticipation and partially because I had no shoes on. I walked up the lane, passed the local church, to be in the appointed area in good time.  Although I knew what car to look out for, each engine sound caused a stir.  The church bell chimed the pick up time, and I was still walking up and back down the pick up road. They were late. Was I being stood up? How long should I give them?

With these thoughts racing, I missed the car approach,  noticing it only as it pulled along side, passenger window down. My heart skipped a beat.

"You going to get in?"

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
9 weeks ago

Bath

I climbed into the front passenger seat of the grey range rover, my erection growing and right knee and thigh being caressed as I put on the seat belt.

"That'll do for now." The driver said,  "Don't want you too overexcited, yet!"

"Done anything like this before?" The Driver asked as we pulled away. I shook my head. "Relax, you'll be fine."

We made small talk as we drove the ten miles to their house. Trivial stuff like the weather etc…  chit chat.   As we entered the village where they lived my anticipation and excitement rose, has the Driver's tone changed.

I was told to obey every instruction. I knew this. Then he informed that we'd be driving to the back of the house. I was to get out, go to the back door, get undressed and wait while he put the car in the garage. There was an outside tap. I was to wash my feet, dirty from the earlier walk. 

We pulled up to a detached house, with a backgarden and footpath of about 50 metres between garage and house. Those 50 metres are the most nervous I have ever walked. 

Outside the back door there was a garden seat next to the outside tap. The tap was attached to a hose, presumably to water the immaculate lawn and flowers. As instructed I washed my feet, the water was cold, and then got undressed. First my shirt, and then my shorts. Folding them hurriedly and putting them on the seat.  The warm breeze hitting and arousing my freshly shaven midrift. I used my hands to cover my exposure, but didn't have time to sit, as the Driver rejoined me, picked up my clothes.  The back door opened.  I was invited in.

My clothes were instantly thrown on the kitchen floor as I was ushered through the to the living room and invited to sit on a stool placed in the centre, my back to an open fire.  The long rectangular room with a TV, high entertainment at one end, a window at the other with a view of green, neighbours houses nearby but not overlooking. The open fire had embers glowing but no flame. I sat with my hands clasped, covering me but was quickly told my hands should be on my knees.  My hosts sitting opposite the fire and the stool,  the other side of a large coffee table. I was being visually examined from head to toe, and back again.  I was comfortable in my own skin and had even been naked on beaches, but having only ever had heterosexual sex/relationships before I was so far out of my comfort zone I surprisingly myself. A few minutes of silence before. I was given a clip board. There was an agreement on it. That I agreed to do their bidding, without  question. Accept what ever they offered, until they tired of me, or I said the code word. Everything needed to be conseual.  I signed,  and handed it back.  The Driver nodded, removing the paper from the clipboard and threw it in the fire. Five seconds later it burst into flames. I was theirs.

"Stand up, face us,"  the Non-Driver was giving the instructions. "Legs shoulder width apart. Hands on your head, and close your eyes."  I did as instructed.  My first real chance to look at them swept away. Time was slowing. At I was losing the ability to keep track of it. I was conscious of a flash. Then another. They were taking pictures of me.

"Touch the ceiling." The only way this could be done was by climbing on the stool. Ensuring I held my balance I reached up with my left arm. "Both hands.  Stay there, close your eyes, or we can are care of it for you."

I closed them. Showing a childlike scrunch to prove they were shut. I heard them both stand up and walked towards me. Circling at first, then tracing their hands over my chest,  stomach. Moving lower to my thighs, using my backside but not my front. At least not straight away. Their first touch of my cock was the one of them reaching for it with their tonsils. Lips reached my balls before reversing back to the exposed rim of my uncut penis. I almost lost my balance.  I was kept on the stool by the other's hands on my backside.  Pushing me into the willing mouth. 

They swapped places, and began again.  Then without warning they stopped. 

"Touch the floor."  I climbed off the stool, and crouched down. "No! Bend over, touch your toes."

More of a challenge,  but with my backside exposed I got there.  Through my legs I could see them circling again, both wearing the same shoes and trousers, No telling them apart.  On my lower back, and bum I could feel them. Hands trailling as they walked. Again, after a while stopping one in front, the other behind. Both cheeks being caressed,  eased apart, then pushed back together. Opening and closing my arse hole. A hand reached through and held by balls, tugging them backwards, making my cock bounce. The fourth hand traced a direct line from my spine to the base of my balls, and back again. Each pass lingering on, around but not in where only a few had been. The last being my ex-girlfriend's big toe, but that is another story.

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By (user no longer on site)
9 weeks ago

More please

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By *ature4safefunMan
9 weeks ago

preston

Good start mmmmm

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
9 weeks ago

Bath

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
9 weeks ago

Bath

"Stay there." I was briefly left alone, some rustling and the sound of the TV coming on and a further instruction. "Sit on the stool."

I did as instructed. Again my hands on my legs. There was no disguising my arousal. My hosts were back on the sofa, but sometime, somehow during my stool/toes challenge had also undressed, and now sat covering their manhoods. The three of us were naked watching TV. The screen shows a naked woman spread on white sheets in a double bed, masterbating with a vibrator. We watched her in silence for the 10 minutes it took her to orgasm. A click from the TV remote and the screen went blank.

"Stand Up, hands in front". I stood, the Driver placed my forearms together, a hand on each elbow and reached for a rope that was under the table. Working left to right he tied my forearms together, elbow to wrist. There was no skin left exposed.

"Over there and kneel therel" Pointing in front of the Driver. Again I did as instructed. With tied arms, balance was a challenge when kneeling in front of my hosts.

"Closer, lean forward but don't touch." I moved as instructed, testing my core. For a change I was glad of those early morning gym sessions. I leaned in, my face within nose touching distance of his cock. My breath bounced back off the foreskin, causing movement. A rush of blood and enlargement of him. I pulled back.

"Don't move. Open your mouth." I did, accepting an ever growing phallus in. I closed my eyes as hands were placed on my head and he started to fuck my face. Going to my tonsils, staying just long enough not to induce a gag reflex. The speed of thrust slowly increased. As I relaxed, the depth of my throat increased. Between my legs, unaided, my cock size increased. Then the contents of me increased, and not my mouth. The other end, as a finger, maybe two, pushed into my arse, pushing me onto the cock in my mouth. That made me gag. And everything stopped.

"Let's go upstairs." I stood up to walk, to be pushed down. "Crawl."

With my arms bound it was a challenge, but I got into a strange bunny hop rhythm with my arms followed by small paces on my knees. Climbing the stairs was strangely easier. I found my way blocked by the Driver sitting on the top step, and for the second time I took him into my mouth. This time with me in control of depth and rhythm. This time I got to really taste him, lick his pre cum. Savour his sex smell. At the top of the stairs, on my knees, in a strangers house I was having fun.

"Blindfold or Gag?" The question was not for me.

"Gag." The Driver replied, and then to me. "Stop, this way."

He got up and walked into the first door of the landing, pulling me with him by my hair. It was a bedroom. No other furniture other than the bed. I was instructed to lie in the middle. Face up. My legs were split apart by the Driver kneeling between them, and grabbing me. Pulling my foreskin back and didn't let go until my body tensed and spammed and I unloaded all over my belly and his hand.

"We needed you empty." Wiping his hand off on my chest. There was no rest. I was told to stand up, back to the wall. My arms above my head. I complied, own now satisfied arousal subsiding. The non-driver entered the room, with his hands full.

"Got the gag, and found these." The non-Driver entered, tossing items onto the bed, the items it soon became clear were a number of sex toys. One was quickly retrieved, his it up with a smirk. "Shall we?"

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By *seme66Man
9 weeks ago

Sourton

More please

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
9 weeks ago

Bath

Again not a question for me, but the reply was a nod, followed by the confirmation that I had agreed to do anything. What had been retrieved was a metal chastity cage, with a tube attached. I'd never worn one, the tube was lubed and forced into my post orgasm flaccid cock, which was then locked in place. It was strangely exhilarating, I became partially aroused before the cage started restraining me, and the erection subsided but the tube in my urethra maintained a semi of sorts. 

"Take this." The non Driver's hand putting a small white pill in my mouth,and offering some water.

"What is it?" I mumbled. 

"Don't question, take it , or do we stop and take you home."  Again I complied and swallowed with a mouthful of water from the glass offered. The water I didn't drink was thrown in my face. "It's Sildenafil, can't go soft when we need you."

I shook my head to dry my eyes, then nodded. A generic Viagra. Great, I thought to myself and I just had my cock caged. 

I was moved by the non driver and position with my head in the middle,  and my legs to one side. Feet flat on the floor. Both my hosts climbed on the bed, The Driver put his leg under my neck, like a pillow but it raised my face. His cock, already laced with pre cum touched my lips.  The non driver knelt behind. 

"We're going to fuck, and you will keep us lubed," I shifted my neck, reached up and licked the length of the shaft. It disappeared in the Driver, and came back. I licked again. It thrust again, but stayed in. "Clean my balls, bitch. "

I strained up and sucked. There was a murmer of appreciation. The rhythm of them fucking started again.  Each time I tried to lick his shaft. Not always successfully,  Every failure earned me a slap.

Again I lost track of time,  but saw the cock pulse, and cum, and fill the Driver. He pulled forward into a downward dog sort of pose, the non Driver's cock fell into my face.

"Clean us up."  I licked the cum from the shaft, by taking it into my mouth. Appearing to be satisfied, he moved away.  The Driver sat up. His bum over my mouth. I didn't need to wait long before the recently deposited cum  emerged directly into my waiting mouth. To ensure he was clean he lowered his sphincter onto my mouth. It accepted my tongue.

"Sit up and show me." I twisted my arms to allow me to sit up. I opened my mouth to show a cum covered tongue. "Swallow ."

I did, retching a little, and opened my mouth again. No cum. But he put his fingers in to check.  Fingers explored every tooth,  tongue and cheek.  Removing them there was a trace of sperm.

My legs were lifted, my buttocks exposed and without warning were spanked. 

"That was for not swallowing everything." The non driver grinned, spanked me three times more. "Now for the blindfold ."

The blindfold was retrieved from the floor. It looked like strap-on dildo.  I was wrong. The leather was placed over my eyes, and strapped in place.  The dildo was available for use. I was led back on the bed, swivelled 90 degrees and pulled to the end. My feet left temporarily on the floor before they were picked up by the Driver. He stood between them, legs in the air. The more my legs were raised, the more my hole became exposed until it was at an height and angle to be entered.

"Open your mouth." As I did a ball was strapped to my face. "We don't you to scream, as we take your virginity."

I felt the pressure of the cock,  the resistance of the sphincter. The cock won. The pain was intense, exquisite. The thrust was slow at first but before long the Driver as far in as he could push.  The pain became pleasure. I felt his balls on my bum. Then the Non Driver climbed on the bed. He straddled my face and eased himself down on the dildo strapped to my face.  Leaning back to kiss the Driver as he did.  Then he sat up straight and down fully. The dildo slid in easily, and my nose nestled in the crack of the cheeks.  He jiggled the clenched. Partially restricting my ability to breathe. If I thought the cage was straining me earlier it certainly was now. The face rider eased himself up and down for his pleasure, allowing me to breathe while my arse was being pounded. Action repeated until the Driver exclaimed and came deep inside me.  Another load landed on my chest. 

Respite,  I thought to myself as the arse was emptied and gag removed. I was wrong. They were changing places.  Rather than a gag, I had the Driver's cock to suck, cleaning his cum from the shaft,  as we went into a semi 69. His cock in my mouth, his breath on my balls.

Then I felt a new cock trying to enter me. My bum lubed by the Driver's cum., was about to find out how much more endowed the non driver was. It felt like a can.  This time both fucking me for pleasure,  not trying to orgasm. 

Every thrust either made me tense, or gag. My body was being tested. How much could it take. Until I had walked through the door of this house, I'd never done anything  like this. Now I wanted more. I closed my eyes and tried to relax and enjoy my two hosts fucking me. 

They seemed to sense my enjoyment, and stopped. My mouth empty but bum so very full. He withdrew so slowly until the final relaxation of emptiness.  He lent over and kissed my balls. I heard a click of padlock and felt the chastity cage being lifted. It was as though my erection didn't want the cage to leave, instantly springing up, following it. Standing proud. The Driver leaned over pulled my foreskin fully back and took it in his mouth. One slow full slide to the back of his throat. I let out an involuntary moan and my cock a twitch as the rim of the helmet was passed.  Cock released the non-driver did the same slow slide. Another moan another twitch.

"You better not cum!"   An instruction, not a suggestion. I closed my eyes to concentrate.  I counted 10 more slow oral rides of my penis. I assume 5 each but couldn't be sure.  I'd didn't orgasm but was very close. I ventured a look. Pre-cum was oozing. If they're intention was to edge, they were very good at it.

My hosts instructed my to stand at the foot of the bed, facing the wall. They kissed each other,  and enquired if I was worthy of the Playroom. My mind raced. What more did they have in mind. 

The bedroom door opened, followed by the sound of a door sliding, then metal grating. I turned to see a light from the ceiling. What ever the playroom was it appeared to be in the roof area, up a ladder.

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By *uckitboiMan
9 weeks ago

Chelmsford

Keep it coming

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By *ookiechefMan
9 weeks ago

saxmundham

Excellent, more please

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

I was instructed to follow.  Both hosts climbed the ladder, again a challenge for me with arms bound. It wasn't elegant but I crawled/fell up through the loft hatch into a room  that had been white washed.  Floor,  ceiling and walls. 

"Get up and turn around" As I knelt up I could see a St Andrew's Cross, and a tripod and camera pointing towards the middle of the room. I turned my back to the camera,  to see a bed. The bed wasn't empty. I turned to face the woman I'd watched masterbating earlier.

She wasn't alone, The Driver was already there, his hand between her legs.  My other host approached with another blindfold for me. This blindfold also has a dildo attached. It was huge, at least 3 inches wide at it widest and over foot in length.  My mind raced as I was it was strapped to my eyes, its weight making my head bow. Which hole would I be getting up close and personal with?

The Driver and the woman cleared the bed an I was led to it and led down. My legs were positioned so my manhood was exposed and vunerable.  The placement ended with a single stroke of my shaft,  a trace around my balls by a finger which ran down the inside of my leg,  and the big toe on my right foot being sucked.  Then nothing. Turned on only by anticipation. The wait. 

I felt two people climb on the bed. One at my head, the other around my middle.  Someone straddled my viagra fuelled cock, and slide down on it. All the way, and stopped. It didn't feel like a vagina,  something confirmed when my face was straddled and an arse slide down the dildo and female lips smothered my lips. But the smell wasn't feminine it was of male cum, so was the taste. 

They started to gyrate on me.

"Do not cum ."  Again said not as a request. I was so turned on. So close. I thought of tractors, trains or planes. Tried recall England rugby’s starting 15 in the 2003 world cup final,  Ann Widdecombe.  Anything but the thought of what was happening.

The riding of my cock stopped just in time. The perfect edge.  The sensation subsided by the erection remained, the drug doing its work. The vagina climbed off my face, swivelled and sank over my cock for a single delicious full depth thrust. I was pulled up from the bed, and pushed against the wall, but I felt the wood of the cross.  First my right leg,  then the left was belted to the cross. My arms were untied, but the rope then used to tie mid rift to cross. Then the blindfold was removed.

I was alone, in the room, with just the Driver. The camera had been turned to face me.

"You've done well. Impressed. So were going to let you cum. But don't spill a drop on the floor "  With that he turned and walked out the door,  slamming it behind him.

I was alone. 

I waited.

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By *ob bikerMan
8 weeks ago

Hartland Devon

Wow more please got me rock hard

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By *uckmehardMan
8 weeks ago

dudley

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By *i Biker60Man
8 weeks ago

bitown

Great story

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

It dawned on me that I was going to have to do this myself. 

There was a red light on the camera. No doubt they were watching down stairs.  I reached down with my right hand and pulled my foreskin back.  Shutting my eyes, my go to thoughts for masterbation had changed.  It was no longer the image of my naked Ex giving a blow job and looking straight into my eyes as I came and she swallowed...  Now it was the Driver pulling back my foreskin and going down on me. I kept building the rhythm. Knowing I was being watched was so hot. The wave increased to a crescendo, and I exploded into the palm of my left hand.

Not knowing what to do with 'me' I licked me own cum from my hand.  I had tasted my cum before but this felt exceptionally rich and creamy.  I'd worked for this.

The Driver, still naked, still erect, re-entered the room.

"It's 8pm, time for you to go."  I'd been there 8 hours, less the time it took to drive here. I was untied and ankles released. 

I followed the Driver out of the play room and downstairs,  the woman was no where to be seen. The non Driver was dressed.  The stool  was unmoved, and the TV had been paused,  the freeze frame was me at the point of orgasm. The fire was roaring.

'Bend over the stool." An instruction from the non Driver. I did as I was told. "A present for you  "

He came towards me with a butt plug,  and without a further word, inserted it. It went in with ease, as my sphincter sucked to hold it in place.

"When we meet again, make sure you're wearing it," said the Driver.  I nodded and stood up. Felt good. The viagra effects still there.

Then in a flash of self consciousness I realised I was covered in cum.

"Can I shower?"

"You can use the hose outside if you want." I declined.

"Where are my clothes?

"We needed something to start the fire." Replied the non driver. I looked at the fire place the remnants of a Red t-shirt was burning.  I was about to complain, to be interupted by the now dressed  Driver. With his hand on my lips.

"You agreed we could do anything. Would you have said 'Orange' ?"  The code word. I surprised myself as I shook my head. He handed me my house keys which were in my shorts pocket. "Come on, I'll drive you home, I'll drop you where I picked you up. "

I left the house as I arrived, naked through the back door.  Climbed in the Range Rover wondering how I was going to get back home, naked with a drug induced erection and an inserted butt plug .  I was being dropped half a mile from home.

We were taking a different route. More country lane than 'A' road. Each turn feeling the butt plug. Then my brain clicked, and heart raced. We were going to be driving past a well known dogging spot.  My mind went into over drive. I was naked and already covered in dried cum. My heart raced as Driver slowed and indicated to turn in, but drove straight passed. Laughing out loud.

We drove in silence to the place where I was picked up. Half a mile from where I lived. Gingerly, this time cause I was naked, and had a butt plug inserted, I got out. Shut the door. The Driver rolled the window down.

"Till next Saturday then.  Same time here. " I nodded. He drove about ten feet and stopped. "Hey, do you need these?"

He threw my clothes onto the pavement and drove off.

End of chapter one

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By *hillieMan
8 weeks ago

Lincoln

You feel the oil drip on your sac and I feel it too. I hold our shafts firmly now. My right hand works itself along both towers. You feel good and you view me through half open eyes momentarily. You close them again and I work with greater pressure and increased speed. I try to judge your arousal so that we orgasm together. You blow a load of white streamers and they land across your chest, neck and face. I follow and add my contribution to the battlefield of cum on your chest. The collateral damage is immense and our bodies squrim with the erotic pleasure.

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By *ookiechefMan
8 weeks ago

saxmundham

Chapter one brilliant, may there be many more!!!

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By *hillieMan
8 weeks ago

Lincoln

Absolutely

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By *nowball meMan
8 weeks ago

MELKSHAM

Excellent!

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

Chapter 2

There was one email in the following week. It  confirmed 'Saturday, pick up same time, same place, same dress code. Do not be late. '  That was it. No clue as to what would happen. More of the same? 

I made sure I was properly groomed and left in good time to reach the pick up point, wearing the same t-shirt and shorts combination, same footwear. Waving a hearty good morning to a neighbour as I left.  I was looking forward to my day.  Whatever it may bring. Really wanted to be attached to the St. Andrew's Cross in the loft. 

The pick up went smoothly. On time, and I had the same rush of adrenaline as I climbed into the Driver's Range Rover. I nodded to the question as to the insertion of the butt plug. I was told the same arrival procedures would be observed as last week.

So within the hour, I was again standing naked in a garden waiting for a backdoor to be opened. Which it was as soon as the Driver arrived from parking the car. 

In the living room this week there were two stools. One was already taken, by another naked man. He has sat on the stool in the same pose I had been in the week before.

"Saturday meet Wednesday." Was the only introduction. We looked to be the same height, same build.  Both hair free 'there' and I suspected both with butt plugs insitu.

"Saturday,  before you sit down, kneel. Say hello properly. Suck Wednesday's cock".  I did as I was instructed took him into my mouth. Whilst delivering the fellatio the non-Driver got up and manually checked if I was plugged. By pulling it out slightly then pushing it back in place. "Enough."

I stopped and then as instructed I sat on the stool next to Wednesday. We sat back to back. We were forbidden to talk to each other.  It was explained they were holding an afternoon tea party. We were to be the meeters and greeters, waiters, and general playthings. Whatever the guests wanted, the guests would get. If a guest wanted us in a bedroom we were to go, but the playroom was off limits as it was being decorated. The Driver made a point of saying watersports were not off limits. Did we understand?  I know I nodded.

"Follow me." We were shown to the dining room. Eight places set which meants six guests.  There wasn't just cutlery and plates on the table,  but a selection of toys, dildos of various sizes from accommodatable to eye watering. For spanking there was a variety of paddles, birches, canes and a riding crop. Handcuffs and other restraints were also there. The curtains were drawn which meant although the light was dim, the room was free from any passing onlookers trying to look through the window. We were walked once around the table and back to the front room, and directed back to the stools.

"Everyone will be naked and apart from you masked, we need a way to identify you." We are the two not wearing a mask, I thought to myself.  We were made to kneel,  and the Driver brought out two chains. Each about 18 inches long, each link the length of, and the metal the width of, my little finger. With a gold coloured padlock acting as the medallion, They were placed around out necks and locked. They were heavy and cold.  "That's better, stand up."

We both did in unplanned synchronicity, and with our hands on our heads we were inspected. Thoroughly inspected. My butt plug was removed to make sure that I had douche properly. My foreskin pulled right back and under the helmet checked for cleanliness, testicles held and squeezed looking for any rogue pubic hair. My mouth checked to make sure my breath was fresh. The inspection stopped as the front door bell chimed. 

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By *ature boyMan
8 weeks ago

Erdington

Mmmmmmm hmmmm very hot...scary but horny

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By *aveh1234Man
8 weeks ago

bournemouth

Loving this

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

The non-Driver answered the door and returned quickly to say it was the Chef. They had hired a chef to prepare the afternoon tea, so the hosts could play. The Chef had been directed round the back of the house to park, but needed help with the ingredients.  Wednesday and I were both dispatched to the back garden gate, naked and chained, to help. Without any shock or surprise, giving away the fact that he'd had perhaps been here before, the Chef gave us both three trays, stacked together, to be taken to the kitchen. I walked back down the path, carefully placing the trays on the kitchen table.

As we were not needed any further we both were returned to the stools. 

We were joined by the non-driver.

"Hold out your hands." 4 pills, 2 each. I recognised them.  The same as last week. We were informed that there was no need for chastity cages this week. Just double Viagra, offered with half a pint of water.  The non-driver explained,  "You must stay hard when needed. Wank, suck and fuck on demand. Only cum when you are given permission.  Go soft unexpectedly and you'll be dismissed." 

I took the pills without question, and this week, drank all the water.

We were left alone. The silence only broken by the mantle clock chiming twice. The silence increased the anticipation.  The absorption of the drug was increasing the blood flow to my cock.

I jumped as the door bell rang. The Non-driver  appeared and I was dispatched to answer the door.  As I stood the blood flow was complete and I had a full erection.  Answered the door,  naked,  chained and erect. The first  guest had arrived, already wearing a mask and squeezing my cock as he entered.

Within 15 minutes, all of the Guests had arrived. Each greeted at the door by one of us naked.  All dressed to impress wearing masks that wouldn't have been out of place in a Venetian Ball. Between us, Wednesday and I showed them all to the changing room.  To watch them all emerge a few minutes later naked, their identity concealed by still wearing the mask. All carrying impressive flaccid packages,  with varying amounts of pubic hair, from none to natural. By the time all the Guests had assembled the Hosts were also naked but now  with their own flamboyant masks in place. No one shook hands, they shook cocks.

"Gentlemen, welcome. Welcome to our V and B afternoon. The viagra will be served in the dining room, and as the invitation advised. Every cock in use must be bareback.  Before we eat we have some introductory sport for you."

All six guests stopped talking, and listened to the Driver. "Our two waiters are going to perform.  You, heads or tails"

He was pointing at Wednesday. 

"Tails." Wednesday replied.

"You lost. This is an oral sex challenge. Saturday, you have 10 minutes to make Wednesday cum using fellatio only. No hands. Succeed, you win. Fail, you lose, and Wednesday is the winner. The winner gets to flog the loser 10 times. Get on the floor. "

I knelt between Wednesday's legs, took his cock in my mouth and deep throated him. Then went to town pumping him with my mouth, circling my tongue. I could taste his pre-cum. I slowed my tongue now just circling the rim of his helmet. I could see that some of the Guests approved as they were masturbating in time to oral rhythm.  I took him inside fully again, he groaned. I was winning. I repeated my action, and sped up. His cock in my mouth from tip to pubic bone. Despite his best efforts to restrain himself, I felt a warm salty jet hit the back of my throat.  I made a few more thrusts, to drain him fully. Sat up. Opened my mouth to show my success. Then I was instructed to swallow.

The audience gave a small round of applause.  The non-driver handed me the riding crop.

"10 times. Don't be soft, or I'll use it on you." Wednesday got up and bent over one of the stools his arse vulnerable to the world. 

I swung the crop, it swished the air and landed with a slap. Followed by a 'Ooof' as Wednesday tried not to scream.  By number 4, the 'ooof' had become a grimace.  By 8 an outright exhalation and the tenth an exclamation! His buttocks now with red welts where the crop had landed.

The driver took the crop from me, and I was returned to the stool, while one of the guests rubbed Wednesday's arse, to soothe the pain.

The guests moved into the dining room, the table now laden with food. Finger sandwiches, tarts and cake. A truly broad spread for afternoon tea. Inter-dispersed with the sex toys.

All seated, the Non Driver spoke. “Gentlemen a toast.” Raising his blue pill, “to an afternoon of debauchery.” 

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By *an467Man
8 weeks ago

Glasgow

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By *ature bottom for funMan
8 weeks ago

Cumbernauld

Great story. Bring on the debauchery.

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By *ature boyMan
8 weeks ago

Erdington

Awesome..mmm

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

He took his medicine.  The others did the same. 

"Wednesday,  it's too dark in here, go and get some candles." Following the non-driver's requests he disappeared to the kitchen, returning moments with his hands full. We were both given two church pillar candles, which were lit, and then instructed to stand arms outstretched in a T shape providing extra light.

Viagra fuelled, and both our cocks already erect, it didn't take long for the guests to ignore the food and start playing.  A guest lit another candle and started dripping on Wednesday's cock. With every drip it bounced, as if it was enjoying it. There was a grimace on his face as another guest fingered his arse hole. 

Then attention turned to me. Two guests. Two candles. They dripped wax along my shoulders, over my feet, my thighs, then the shaft of my cock.  All of which was bearable.  What made me flinch was the hot wax hitting my exposed helmet.  The flinch wasn't pain. I almost came!

Sensing my arousal,  a third guest approached and started masturbating while eating a slice of battenburg cake.  It wasn't going to take long, each drip of wax bringing me closer. 

"Please can I cum." I pleaded.

"Hold on," said the Battenburg man, reaching for another slice. "Go on then."

Two more drips of wax, and the manual stimulation saw me release three streams of cum over the slice of cake.  When he was sure my orgasm was complete he fed the cake into my mouth.

The Driver then moved me, bent me over and slapped my arse as hard as he could. "That was for dropping the candles."

I had totally forgotten about them. I must have let go as I orgasmed.  A second slap. "That was for cuming so soon."

A third. "That was because I like seeing your arse red. What do you think?" He asked the guests.

"Isn't it better like this?" A guest asked, don't know who, as he removed my butt plug and pushed one of the dildos, larger than my plug, from the table up my arse. Slowly moving it in and out.

"Or this?" Another voice,  the dildo removed to be replaced by a cock. It wasn't long before he was balls deep into my arse.  I looked over at Wednesday he was lent over a chair his arse being made redder by a paddle wielding Guest.  Other guests were now either fucking each other or watching and wanking.

The Battenburg man was masterbating and came over another slice. This slice was also fed to me, followed by his cock.  The spit roast continued as cocks at both ends got replaced. 

Not a lot of food got eaten. I was fed more battenburg and the cream from a chocolate eclair was smeared over my chest. Wednesday was made to lick me clean. Difficult to do when you are being fucked.

I was moved away from Wednesday and placed over a chair,  bending me at the waist.  My wrists and ankles were tied to each other. Once the guests knew I was secure they stepped back, looked and agreed I was not going to escape. Something hit me. My arse cheeks took the force. Fuck. Then my buttocks were rubbed. Then hit again. Then rubbed. 

I counted a dozen spanks and a dozen buttock caresses. All the time my cock viagra erect and bouncing. 

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By *ornet99Man
8 weeks ago

manchester

Do these sort of party’s really go on…..???? .

Would love to attend one xxx👅👅👅👅

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
8 weeks ago

Bath

A guest forced his finger into my bum. I moaned in pleasure from the feel of it. He pushed it in deep. I felt his knuckle slip past my sphincter, and slid in as deep as he could reach. He held it there for a moment, then he pulled it almost out and shoved it hard back in. More groans and moans from me, and an automatic hump back from my hips. Surprising me. Then it was pulled completely out.

I felt the finger on my lips, which, I assumed, was the one that had been in my arse, being placed on my lips. I started running my tongue around the finger, licking it as hard as I could. While I was licking he pushed two more into my mouth.

"You better get these as wet as you can. Soon all three will be buried in your ass."  The Guest informed me.

All three fingers deeper in my mouth and soon to the back of it, down my throat.  I gagged around all three, and the spit in my mouth flowed greatly. My eyes watered as he shoved his fingers in and out of my throat. He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and in one swift motion switched ends  had two fingers buried deep in my ass. Quickly followed by the third.

My moans and groans escaped freely and loudly.

"Oh, God yes! Yes! Yes! More, please. FUCK" was just part of what was leaving my mouth. Never though, did I even consider my safe word. 

I could see Wednesday getting fucked by the Driver. But I was in my own world. My head was shaking from side to side, and my hips were picking up to try and force more of the fingers in me.

The guest stopped fingering my arse and removed all three fingers. My mouth is wide open. All I could do was just breathe.

"If you want me to continue, open your mouth wider and accept what I'm about to give you. Or say the safe word,  we will stop right now and dump you on the street naked." He threatened.

"Please, please, I want more, sir. Don't stop. Anything you want. Please!" I was begging as I let my head sag and opened my mouth wide. A cock filled it and began to facefuck me. 

I felt someone move between my outstretched legs, and then more fingers started to caress my asshole again.

"Gentlemen, you have watched our waiter be led in here and bound. Not by force, by consent. You've watched writhe and beg for more while we fingered his arse.”

My mind stopped listening as the facefuck got quicker, deeper. He was fucking my mouth as fast as he could. Without saying a word, I felt him start to twitch, and he came. His hot cum flowed into my mouth. He withdrew. I closed my mouth and swallowed. 

"Open that sweet mouth and beg me for my cock. I'm back, like I told you. Now beg."

"Please sir, let me taste more Guests. My mouth is yours to use anyway you want."

I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue.

"That was nice, slut." was all he said as another guest pushed his cock into my mouth.

The head of another cock pressed up against my asshole. I felt the slick cool gel being rubbed over my asshole. 

My asshole opened and accepted the head of a massive cock. The pain was intense, but I wanted it and more. He slid the full 10" length of cock into me. No scream from me this time, only a grunt as I accepted the pounding. His groans were louder than mine as he came.  I'd taken another load, bareback. 

My bum was gaping open so much, as more lube was applied and a guest counted to four. counting each finger he inserted. Then I felt the Guest start to fold his thumb into his hand, I knew I would soon have a man's hand buried in my arsehole.

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By *azmin999jmMan
8 weeks ago

Wakefield

Wow

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
7 weeks ago

Bath

My arsehole stretched even more to accept the fist, then I felt the widest part of his hand enter me and my hole closed around his wrist.

As the guest began to move his fist around in me and start to fist-fuck me with it. Another guest howled and came in my mouth.

I came so hard I don't even remember the fist leaving me. No rest though. I was shared around, being either being sucked, fucked or fingered. I was placed on the table, chairs, and floor. Never quite made the bedroom but was fucked on the stairs.  I knew there were 9 cocks, assuming the Chef joined in. Some must have come back for seconds. When the Guests were tired, Wednesday and I were directed by them to first 69, then orally and anally fuck eachother. He was endowed, but felt small compared to the fist!

When the orgy reached a natural pause, the Driver called Wednesday and I together. We were still hard, thanks to Viagra.  He had two matches in his hand,  the 4 inch long, extra long barbecue lighting kind, and gave us one each and told to go and stand back to back by the fireplace.

"Gentlemen, another treat for you! A challenge for them." The Driver informed the room. "Winner gets to give a blow job to one of us!"

We were told to moisten the wooden end of the match with vaseline and place it in our urethra. Two human candles. The matches were lit. Instantly the flame chased along the wood to the helmet. To win I had to keep my match burning longer than Wednesday's.  Who had pushed the match furthest in? Neither of us wanted to give in first. I started to feel the heat on my helmet. With half a centimetre of the unburnt match left exposed, the Driver intervened and blew both out, and carefully removed the remainder of the matches from both cocks. He held up the matches. Mine was shorter.  Meaning I'd inserted less Into my dick. But I'd won. 

“Saturday won. One bj for you. Select now.” 

I went for the biggest cock with no pubic hair. Was this the fister? He was wearing a tricolour mask. I went down on him, and was permitted to suck for about half a minute before being told to stop. 

Apparently that was it. The games are at an end.  

"Before you all go," the Driver interjected, "we have to choose our favorite waiter and we have a special prize for them. "

He then explained how this was going to be done. We would be blindfolded and led on the floor.  The guests would wank themselves to a climax,  and cum over their favourite waiter.

We were led on the floor of the main room, and blindfolded. 

"Gentlemen begin." Hearing a group of men masterbating knowing they are going to cum on you, but not knowing when certainly maintained my erection.

I felt two at once. One over my nose and mouth, the second over my cock. A third landed on my chest.  Followed by a fourth over my face. Then nothing.

I licked my lips to taste the cum in reach as we were sat up, cross-legged on the floor, and our blindfolds removed. Four each. Seemed fair.  We'd both worked hard and been soundly fucked along the way. But no.

"We have to have a tie breaker."  The non-Driver told the guests. "But what?"

Suggestions were made. The most press ups, who could fuck for the longest, or wank and cum the quickest,  a reverse match up of suck/don't cum challenge . One that intrigued me was the first to be fisted, my sphincter clenched at the thought, but I'd have the advantage! 

"I've got a test of submission." The Driver walked in and gave Wednesday and my clothes. "Code word, get dressed and go, unshowered, covered in cum. Or stay and burn them."

I had been fooled like this before but these were my clothes.  Wednesday looked at me. Unsure.

"Mango."

"Very well.  Wednesday. Get dressed and leave us." There was a little disappointment in the Driver's voice. Wednesday got up and left the room in silence. About two minutes later the front door opened and closed. I never saw him again. The Driver turned to me, "Saturday,  are you going to use your code word?"

I hesitated, these were definitely my clothes. 

"No." I replied,  placed them into the fire and watched them burn. 

"Well done!" The Driver said, once the clothes were fully alight and returned me to the stool, placing a kiss on my lips. That was the first time he had kissed me. Even in a room of naked men it felt so personal. So intimate.

"We have our best waiter!" The non-Driver announced.  “ This is Saturday.  I think we all should congratulate him by sucking his cock or fingering his arse.” There was a murmur of agreement. I closed my eyes as one by one the guests came up and either gave me a quick suck, slipped a finger or two up my bum. More than one of them did both! Like a good boy I thanked them all as they did it.

As if it was a code for them to go. With blow jobs and/or fingering done the guests went to the bedroom where they had undressed. Got dressed, bid their goodbyes to the Driver and Non-Driver and left.

I was alone on the stool. My body covered in cum, candle wax and cake. My arse ruined, sore and leaking cum. My clothes now mainly ash in the fire place. A chain padlocked around my neck. What had I got myself into? My cock was still awake, not just because the Viagra.  The afternoon replaying in my mind was turning me on. Never really liked marzipan before today. 

After the last guest had departed, both the Driver and Non-Driver came back in the room. "Time for your prize, come with us".

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7 weeks ago

Wigan

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By *nowball meMan
7 weeks ago

MELKSHAM

Loving this.

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7 weeks ago

Erdington

Omg wow

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
7 weeks ago

Bath

I followed them upstairs into the bedroom. I  was told to lie on the bed and close my eyes. The chain around my neck was unpadlocked  as my hands were lifted above my head and I felt cuffs be added.  Not metallic, a stiff material. Perhaps leather.  The same happened to my legs. I felt as though I was doing an involuntary horizontal star jump. My cock rock hard, standing proud. 

Simultaneously, my hands and feet were touched. By left thumb and right big toe kissed and taken in for a suck before a circular massage motion started in the palm of my hands, and the balls of feet. Slowly moving  down my arms and legs respectively.  My biceps,  my calf muscles reached together. I relaxed in antipation, but my cock was still pointing towards my chin.  

As one pair of hands massaged my torso, the second pair climbed up my thighs.  Four hands reached the winning post together. All only doing downward motions to my balls. Like the playground game of one potato,  two potato, hands grabbed me, my foreskin remaining full back, and the feeling of one way perpetual motion. I briefly thought this must be how masterbation felt for cut guys. It felt devine the unending downward pressure on my helmet and shaft, they must have felt me tense.  The hands stopped and was replaced by a mouth. My orgasm was the most intense of the day,  if not the greatest in volume.

"Enjoy that?" the Non-Driver asked. "There's more.” Still restrained. Still blindfolded. I was kissed.  The Driver. His tongue flicked mine. His tongue was covered in cum. My cum. Not for the first time today I swallowed my own offering.

When the kiss stopped, restraints released and blindfold removed I was walked to the bath room and invited to shower. Both hosts watched me as I washed. The water was hot enough to remove the remaining candle wax but not hot enough to scald.  I melted into the warm stream of the water. 

Both the Driver and Non Driver watched as I washed my body. Leaning in a little as I cleaned my cock, balls and bum.

As I turned the water off, both voyeurs left. I dried myself slowly checking for any aches and pains. I had been left a clean white t.shirt and shorts, with a note telling me I should put them on. A new larger butt plug was also on the chair. I left the bathroom wearing all three.

Going back to the living room I was informed it was time to drive me home,  and that we were pleased with me.  I thanked them both.

I left wearing more clothes than I arrived in. The drive back was the direct route, and dropped where planned.

"Do you want to know something?" The driver asked as I got out.

"What?"

"No Sub has ever burned their clothes before. Impressed."

He drove off. Leaving me barefoot but with a  satisfied smile.

I walked home, with the taste of sex in my mouth, and a butt plug lubed by the cum of many up my arse. I had been a brilliant experience.  My new secret life. So much fun. If only people knew. 

As I got home,  there was bright red sunset on the horizon, promising a brighter tomorrow, I promised myself I'd sunbathe nude in the secluded part of my garden. As I reached my front gate I saw my neighbour again, he'd been walking his dog, and wished him a good evening.

"Long day?" He asked. I nodded a reply as he continued,"I almost didn't recognise you with clothes on. Enjoy the batternburg? "

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By *ature boyMan
7 weeks ago

Erdington

Ha ha brilliant

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By *udedareMan
7 weeks ago

dundee

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7 weeks ago

sheffield

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7 weeks ago

Wakefield

Fabulous

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
7 weeks ago

Bath

Chapter 3

With the smell of fresh paint was in my nostrils, Blood rushing to my head.  I couldn't move. I had tried. 

Arms and legs were held in a parallel 'V' shape. My head is about 3 feet from the ground. I couldn't swallow, at least not easily. I had tried. The wrist and ankle cuffs were a little uncomfortable. Thankfully most of my weight was taken by a padded belt around my waist.  I was upside down, chained to the wall in the recently redecorated playroom.  

Candles placed on the soles of my feet, wax dripping down. I had already had my thighs whipped for dropping one.

All of this going through my brain as the next man approached,  weapon in hand, to place the barrel in my mouth and shoot.  Which did quickly with a sound. His cum joining the others, running down my face, through my hair to be caught by a glass fruit bowl placed on the floor to catch the drips.

"17." I continued my count as he finished.

The next approached, same routine.  Though as a few of the others had done, he took my cock, conviently at head height, into his mouth.  It was never enough for me.

"18." The next cock came into view. Didn't care about me, just thrust himself and used my upside-down mouth till he came. 

"19" quickly followed by "Time Out."

I had been in this position for over an hour.  The Driver came in.

"Problem?"

"I need to use the bathroom, Sir."

"No problem. " The Driver came forward but not to untie me but he just removed the fruit bowl. Turned an placed it on a nearby chair. From under the chair he pulled a opaque plastic bucket,  and placed on the blue plastic sheeting that was beneath my head. "There you go."

I had thought I'd been released and get to use the toilet but no. A bucket under my head. I was to go to the toilet in the bucket, while still chained to the wall and upside down. The was no option.  I relaxed the bladder and the warm stream came down my chest, went either left, right or straight ahead at my chin, down through my hair, up my nose and into the bucket. The stream lasted about 15 seconds.  Seemed longer.

With my bladder empty, the non-driver cleaned and dryed my face, and body. The fruit bowl was put back and it carried on.

"20."

There was no-one left after 25. I had cum running down my face. Dripping into the fruit bowl beneath.  The candles were removed.  Then the ankle, waist and wrist restraints. I slipped to the floor, and got up to a kneeling position. I was given a flannel to clean my face. The chain was replaced around my neck and padlock locked, as was the chastity cage together with a urethral tube.  A butt plug was inserted. The non Driver used my own saliva as lube. I was now fully dressed!

My hair is a mess. I am a mixture of sweat, piss and cum.

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By *tsuptoyou69Man
7 weeks ago

lowestoft

i have a private garden were i walk naked now and again feel the cool brease around my cock and balls and on my ass

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By *edro208Man
7 weeks ago

sheffield

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7 weeks ago

Wakefield

Amazing

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7 weeks ago

Wakefield

Amazing

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
7 weeks ago

Bath

I was taken downstairs and sat on a stool in the middle of a circle of naked men. I didn't recognise them all now I was the right way up, but was fairly sure I had had all their cocks and cum in my mouth. I counted 23. It made sense. Everyone had turned up.

The non-Driver had emptied the contents of the fruit bowl into a whiskey tumbler. It was about three quarters full. He passed it to me. I knew what was expected without a word being spoken.

I put the glass to my lips and tipped my head back, with my mouth open. The glass contents slipped into my mouth. The taste of 25 men at once, was somehow far more erotic than the 25 men one after the other, as had happened upstairs. I was getting the taste of orgasm with strong notes of submission and the hint of pube. It took a few swallows for the glass and my mouth to empty.

I opened my mouth and showed all that I had swallowed.

"We've got more, come" the Non-Driver beckoned me to follow. I was taken to the garden. Made to kneel on the patio with my head up and mouth open. I had been followed out by the 23. The Driver appeared with the bucket that I used to urinate in. It looked fuller than when it left me. With out words he poured the contents over my face. My mouth being a fountain as it filled up and over flowed. It tried not to gag. I failed.

Bucket over, the garden hose was turned on me. Fuck, that water was cold. But at least the piss was washed off. Nothing took the taste of cum from my mouth.

Stay kneeling was the command. I did, as one by one the 23 fucked me for as long as they wanted to or could before they left. but it was no random order. Each cock, gradually, was bigger than the one before. Some came in my. Others didn't. I didn’t care. I was left kneeling, wrecked and exhausted.

A fresh white t.shirt and shorts were thrown to me. "Put these on. I'll drive you back."

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By *edro208Man
7 weeks ago

sheffield

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7 weeks ago

dundee

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"I was taken downstairs and sat on a stool in the middle of a circle of naked men. I didn't recognise them all now I was the right way up, but was fairly sure I had had all their cocks and cum in my mouth. I counted 23. It made sense. Everyone had turned up.

The non-Driver had emptied the contents of the fruit bowl into a whiskey tumbler. It was about three quarters full. He passed it to me. I knew what was expected without a word being spoken.

I put the glass to my lips and tipped my head back, with my mouth open. The glass contents slipped into my mouth. The taste of 25 men at once, was somehow far more erotic than the 25 men one after the other, as had happened upstairs. I was getting the taste of orgasm with strong notes of submission and the hint of pube. It took a few swallows for the glass and my mouth to empty.

I opened my mouth and showed all that I had swallowed.

"We've got more, come" the Non-Driver beckoned me to follow. I was taken to the garden. Made to kneel on the patio with my head up and mouth open. I had been followed out by the 23. The Driver appeared with the bucket that I used to urinate in. It looked fuller than when it left me. With out words he poured the contents over my face. My mouth being a fountain as it filled up and over flowed. It tried not to gag. I failed.

Bucket over, the garden hose was turned on me. Fuck, that water was cold. But at least the piss was washed off. Nothing took the taste of cum from my mouth.

Stay kneeling was the command. I did, as one by one the 23 fucked me for as long as they wanted to or could before they left. but it was no random order. Each cock, gradually, was bigger than the one before. Some came in my. Others didn't. I didn’t care. I was left kneeling, wrecked and exhausted.

A fresh white t.shirt and shorts were thrown to me. "Put these on. I'll drive you back."

"

OMG! Wow

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
7 weeks ago

Bath

*****

The day before at dusk…

The email. 

Usual day. Usual dress code. Usual place. Different time.

This time I had to climb in the back.  The non-driver was riding shot gun. We drove off as night was falling.  Stopping a few miles later at a semi secluded lay by.

The Driver turned round to explain what was about to happen.

I listened with butterflies in my stomach, I agreed and put on the blindfold. We drove on. Excitement and anticipation building in equal measure. I knew where we were going.  This could be nothing. This could be amazing.

The car slowed and came to a stop. The passenger door opened and I was taken from the car. With the non-driver quietly telling me where to tred, I was walked around. I'm fairly sure we didn't take the direct route. 

I felt the picnic table,  I was bent over it. Hands tied in front of me and then to the seat on the other side. I knelt on the bench, my calf muscles roped to the bench.  I was immobile, blindfolded, tied to a picnic table in a well known dogging spot.

I felt a touch. Feeling my arse through my shorts. I tensed,  ready for them to be pulled down. Then I heard the slice. Followed by a second, then a third.  Someone was cutting my t.shirt. The cut went up my spine,  then both arm.  My shirt fell away. Then attention turned to the shorts. Each leg. I felt the scissors reach the gusset, a blade touched the perineum before cutting.  I was naked.

My exposed arse was touched. A stroke from spine to balls and back again, direct route.  Then I felt the unmistakable cold slip of lube. Proved by a finger, then two. Then the head of a penis pushed in. All the way. Then pumped until he left his own lube, to help the next person.

I heard the non-driver say my card, as a cock requested my mouth to open.  A request granted.  One cock replaced another then another.  Each entry easier than the one before as both I relaxed and had more cum in me. No one came in my mouth. I lost track of time and numbers.

The session left me with my cock untouched but with cum leaking from my bum. The blindfold was removed. I was dark.  They untied me and I knelt down. Clothes were useless, but I used the t.shirt as a towel to catch the escaping cum.

We got back in their car, but didn't drive towards where I lived. We headed to their house.

I was taken straight in when we got there, and straight upstairs, and then to the playroom. The bed had gone, and various hooks and hoops added to the wall and floor. There was still the smell of paint still hanging in the air.

I was told to lie on the floor. Arms and legs extended. They were tied in place and a wooden log placed below my bladder,  which had the effect of raising my arse and exposing my cock. Not that anyone touched it.

The Driver fucked me. No warnings.  His pleasure. Another load.

The non-driver placed a card infront of me.

"We gave out 23 of these " he explained. The card caused an adrenaline surge. It read:

'Want to fuck him again? Bareback? You can tomorrow!'

Gave a time and the location. 

The Driver was the last person to cum in me. Before I was left tethered to the floor.

Not sure how much sleep I got. The sun was well above the horizon as I was moved, and ordered to climb a wall ladder. My feet were chained in place, and I was inverted.  My hands and waist were chained. I was left upside down.

Within a minute the first of the 23 entered the playroom. 

You know the rest!

End of Chapter 3

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7 weeks ago

Wakefield

Wow

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7 weeks ago

dundee

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7 weeks ago

St Helens

Great 23

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6 weeks ago

MELKSHAM

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6 weeks ago

choppington

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

Chapter 4

The email arrived on Thursday.  Usual place, usual time, usual dress code. 

Saturday came round quickly and yet again I was stood naked at their back door.  The Non-Driver opening the door and placing the chain and padlock round my neck, and checked I had inserted the butt plug before I was allowed in.

Again, directed to the stool. My two hosts, sat opposite, the other side of the coffee table, looking me over. More pictures taken.

"Kneel on the stool." Was the eventual instruction. I did. When I was stable they stood up, and moved towards me. Stopping one on front, one behind.

My plug was removed and I felt the unmistakable action of being lube being applied. Teasing my sphincter to relax. It did. Accepting a finger. It entered circling around on the inside. Then a second joined in heading for the prostate area.  My cock hardened.

More lube, then two hands were placed on my shoulders and gently provided resistance against the pushing fingers.  A third joined in. I had taken large butt plugs, but this was testing me, as a fourth finger entered me, with the thumb tucked up under the palm.

The thing with plugs is generally narrow from their widest point, and the sphincter closes. With a finger, the palm is wider. The hand followed by the wrist. No relaxation, constant stretching. Constant pressure, Constant challenge. Constant pleasure?

He withdrew. More lube, then went again.

Wrist deep. Another fist. Still pain mixed with pleasure.  Then he wiggled his fingers. I almost exploded. Fuck. A sensation like no other flooded from within my arse to the tip of my helmet. OMG!

"I think he likes it." The non-Driver, was underestimating the pleasure.  The driver withdrew, re-lubed and entered me 5 more times. Each time going a little deeper.

"How far?" The Non-Driver asked as I felt the hand leave.

"Wrist deep plus two or so inches."

"Here, he'll need this." A larger butt plug was passed from one to the other and then inserted. I relaxed around it.

While the Driver's arms were cleaned the non-driver sat me on the stool and then sat back on the sofa. We waited. In silence. 

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4 weeks ago

Wigan

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

The Driver came back within 20 minutes,  and sat down.  Silence.  The hour was marked by the chime of the clock.  We have not been there that long.  Silence.  Being watched, eyes trying to penetrate my soul.

"Is he?" The Non-Driver broke the silence. 

"I think so." The Driver answered. 

More silence.  The non-driver stood up and came over to the stool.   He took the padlock and unlocked it. I looked at him quizzically. 

"Tonight we don't want to fuck you or have sex with you. Tonight we want to make love. As equals. We want you to make love with us."

I went to ask a question,  to be stopped with a finger placed on my lips.

"As equals. Bend over." He removed my butt plug. "Equals. "

"Come sit here." A place had been made between them. They grabbed a thigh each,  and massaged. Working towards my knees.  

"Relax. " I tried hesitantly placing a hand on their thighs. As they were moving down,  by default I moved up, and soon had a cock in each hand.

"Let's go upstairs." The non-Driver suggested.  With a smile the Driver agreed, and I followed. All three of us were sporting erections, but I was still unsure of my role. 

We went straight to their bedroom, and I was invited to lie on the bed.

They had both fucked me before,  but this was different.  The Driver picked up my legs, Missionary style he eased into me. All the way. He lent over further and kissed me sensually on the lips, with a hint of tongue.  Moving slowly.  Feeling my insides with his cock. Slightly different angle with each push.  I groaned.  That was his cue. That angle,  that depth. He sped up to the point of his orgasm and looked into my eyes as he came. Then he kissed me. Heaven.

The non-Driver invited me to be on all fours, I climbed to my knees, and as I balanced entered me. Again not with the force used before. Again exploring left and right with each probing thrust.  His hands on my hips pulling me back at his pleasure.

He didn't come. He stopped and turned me over. Back in the missionary position.  He pushed fully, but didn't retreat. Balls deep. He held my feet, gave one to the Driver, and then in unison they sucked my toes. One by one, then kissed the soles.  Before going back to the toes. My cock hardened and started bouncing with every move. Both feet being played with, toes being sucked, and a cock buried in my arse. Heaven.

I don't know who reached out to touch me. I didn't look, but it could have only been a couple of tugs before I came.

"Oh, God. Sorry." I blurted. "Forgot to... "

"Equals." Was the interrupting reply.  As the thrusts rose to a speed that sent the Non-Driver's cum deep inside me.

He pulled out and led beside me. His cock limp. I reached out to play with it.

We fell asleep. Not sure for how long. I was woken with a kiss. Not on the lips, but on my shoulder, then neck. 

With me now fully awake,  a change of venue was suggested.  As we were a mix of sweat, saliva and cum, we should have a shower before retiring for the night.

I was not allowed to wash myself. My two hosts slowly lathered my body from head to toe, paying appropriate attention to my hard cock and arse hole. The soap acting as lube on my insides was cleaned as I was fisted for the second time. I came again. My sperm instantly mixed with the soap suds and was washed away.

Shower off, they dried my body and led me back to the bedroom.  All three of us climbed into bed, and I was held in the middle,  as they kissed my neck and shoulders. All three aroused, there was more oral sex, but no orgasms. Eventually sleep came to us all.

In the morning, I was stirred awake by a mouth around my cock. And a cock wanting entrance to mine. I opened my mouth and before too long there was cum in my mouth, it was there before I came.  My cum then placed into my mouth with a kiss. Then I felt the chain being placed around my neck. I swallowed. The night of being equals was over. Back to my subservient role.  

"Kneel there." The Non-Driver ordered.  Pointing to the foot of the bed and giving me my butt plug.  Definitely equality over. I pushed the plug in, not exactly like an old pair of slippers but it felt natural now, for me to be plugged!

I watched the Driver and Non-Driver make love to each other, they anticipated each other's movements. An unrehearsed sexual ballet.  A third orgasm, the Driver looked into my eyes as he came deep in the non-driver's arse. I was instructed to clean it with my tongue as the Driver left us. Normality had resumed.

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By *rixiesw1TV/TS
4 weeks ago

Wellington

Following this Gem of a story

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By *tirling Bi CuriousMan
4 weeks ago

Stirling

Wow. Wonderful stuff

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

I was told to follow down stairs to the kitchen.

"We've a proposition for you." The Driver said as we entered the kitchen.

"Do you want to stay?" He asked. I assumed for the day. A relaxing Sunday, but I was wrong. 

I didn't see what was coming…

"To stay for good." He continued. "Become our live-in sl*ve? Totally ours."

The hairs on my arms stood up as butterflies and electricity flooded through my body. Did I hear that correctly? The Driver repeated himself and went on to explain  that I would have to give up work, all my belongings become theirs. Was I interested? I found myself nodding. 

"Sit there." The Driver pointed towards the table.  On it were various papers, a pen and an Orange. I got the relevance,  Sign or my code word. One by one, I was given the papers to read. Starting with a contract between me and them. As I read I could feel an erection stirring.

I was to be their guest. I would not be paid. I was to be their live in sex toy. I was not allowed to orgasm without permission and until I could be trusted a chastity cage would be worn.

To live there I had to be naked at all times, save for the padlock and chain around my neck, and if worn the padlock and cage around my cock. The only permitted clothing would be a white t.shirt and shorts, to be worn when 'Vanilla' people were visiting or answering the door to strangers.  For known guests, the door was to be opened naked.

I was to be barefoot at all times. Another sign of subservience.   

I was to be ready all hours of the day or night. To be used by them or invited guests.  Male and/or Female. 

I was to wake them at 7:30am and have make them both cum within the hour. They should both orgasm at least once more before I retired to my bed.

My bed was anywhere they specified. Otherwise, I was permitted to use the sofa.

I would have weekly appraisals, which would take place in the playroom.

One night a week, for no longer than 8 hours, my chain would be removed. This would be my time off. During this time I should act as their lover, and I got to choose how and when I should cum. They would never refuse. After I had had an orgasm , the chain and plug would be replaced and normal rules restored. 

They could terminate the contract with a week's notice, I would have to give them three months, to allow them time to train my replacement.

They had already signed the contract.  I now knew their names.  Assuming that Tarquin and Tony were their real names.

I read through a second time carefully. Giving me time to think. The more I thought, the more my erection got stronger. What was I doing?

Also on the table there was, and I read through each in turn; a contract with a letting agent, to let out MY flat - that would be my income, and pay for my board and lodgings. Another contract with a house clearing/storage company to clear and store my belongings. A letter of resignation to my employer. A screenshot of a prepared online advert to sell my car. The final document was a non disclosure agreement.

They had thought of everything. 

"One final thing before you sign.' The Driver spoke. "You are to be hair free, totally.  We will arrange for Sophie, our beautician, to visit as required to take care of the B,S & C. The rest is for you to deal with.  OK?"

I picked up the initial contract,  the one between me & them. Read it through again. Placed carefully back on the table.  My hand hovered over the pen, but my brain won and I picked up the orange.

Then four things happened in quick succession.

1) The doorbell rang;

2) I threw the orange into the fire;

3) I signed the contract;

4)  The non-Driver, Tarquin, opened the door.

I heard a 'Yes' then a ''Come in' followed by a 'Through here.'  He walked back into the room, followed by a woman dressed in white.

"Drew, meet Sophie."  I was the woman from the playroom on my first visit! I had seen her....

"Nice to meet you," She said, interrupting my thoughts, “again!"

"Hello." Was all I could mutter. As she reached into her bag.

"Shall we start?" She asked, clippers already in her hand.  I nodded and she led me back upstairs. "We've got a welcome party to prepare for."

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By *azmin999jmMan
4 weeks ago

Wakefield

Love this

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4 weeks ago

MELKSHAM

Fantastic

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

Chapter 5

I was in the playroom.  The camera was turned on. I knew they were watching downstairs. 

I heard the hallway clock chime as spreader bars were placed around my wrists and ankles. My wrists then raised and fastened to a hook on the ceiling.  My feet were flat on the floor. Naked. I was blindfolded. The door closed to the sound proofed playroom. 

Was I alone Silence? Silence. I started counting ‘Mississippi's’ in my head. I got to 17 before I got the answer. 

“Right,” It was Sophie, “A one time head to toe treatment. Let's do this.”

I heard and felt the buzz, starting at my left ankle,  slowly rising to the knee. No part of the calf muscle, or shin was left untouched. Neither was any inch of the front and back of the thigh. The closeness of the buzzing around my balls was arousing but neither the perineum, balls or penis were touched. Similar attention followed to the right leg. Again missing the private area. 

Then to my buttocks, arms, chest and back. Every hair longer than 0.2 mm clipped away. I had been shaving my pubic hair since I was a teenager but the removal of the extra body hair, and the cool air heightened the sensation.  My body was moistened with some sort of cloth, and a cream applied.  Then with care again from the ankle up, there was the removal of the cream, with a razor. The remaining 0.2mm hair went as well. 

From the eyebrows down I was hairless. She wasn't finished,  and repeated the same clipper, lather, shave routine to my hair on my head. Removing the blindfold as she kissed me, just before removing my eyebrows and replacing the blindfold.  

I was totally hairless. It felt strangely erotic. I was left to drip dry. I heard the mantle clock chime, the door to the playroom must have been open. Were they in the room? The whole depilatory process had taken an hour. It was several minutes more before her handiwork was inspected by a further four hands, and a further five minutes before they gave their verbal approval. The chain was re-padlocked around my neck. My arms released from the ceiling but not from the spreader. 

My walking motion was severely impeded by the ankle spreader I was manoeuvred towards the St Andrew's Cross.  I was stopped a metre short,  bent over and my arms fixed to the ankle restraints.  My freshly shaven arse on display, and available. 

The opportunity wasn't lost. Invaded not by cock but a glass anal wand.  A foot long, with orbs every inch, increasing inside. I took them all. As each orb was swallowed by my sphincter my arse cheeks were spanked. Each time I was struck I dutifully gave thanks. 

In and out, in and out, in and out. Each orb with a spank, me giving thanks. Then the wand sped up. My knees almost buckled. Sensing this the thrusts stopped. Leaving the wand fully in. As I recovered my balance and stance a piece of furniture was placed under me, not unlike a gymnastic vaulting horse. Something for me to lean on. It was gratefully received and I lent on it immediately.  The wand was pulled out, and thrust back in. The speed and spanks were so fast I couldn't thank them for each one. The pleasure from the depth and angle of the wand counterbalanced by the pain of repeated spanks.  

They noticed that I'd stopped thanking them. It was too intense to speak. The wand stopped, and was pulled out very slowly.  Each orb pausing at the entrance before release. 

There were two more spanks, one for each cheek. Then I was left, they shut the door as they went.  

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By *azmin999jmMan
4 weeks ago

Wakefield

Yes

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

Exhausted I fell asleep hung over the horse. Time doesn't exist in the locked playroom. No natural light. No clocks.  No ticks or tocks to count. No sound. Silence.  Scary and arousing. Again, I started counting in my mind to keep track of time. I lost count. I know I reached 125. 

I don't know how long I was out but I was woken by an intruder. They lasted 15 thrusts, before they left their seed in me, went limp and left. I heard the door close. I had no idea who they were. 

Somebody else entered.  If I had hair on my arms it would have bristled.  My blindfold was removed. It was one of my owners, Tarquin, the non-Driver. He unlocked my wrists, and helped me to my feet. Unsteady, the chain around my neck clunked as I reclaimed my balance. Stood upright, legs in the army 'at ease' stance, hands clasped at the back of my neck. 

I was given my breakfast. Two tablets. I recognised  both. My daily Prep with an additional Viagra.  He held the glass while I drank. 

I caught a glance of myself in the mirror.  There was not a hair on my 6ft frame.  My body still showed the benefits of regular workouts.  Were they allowed now?  I'd not seen any equipment in the house, but still not sure I'd seen everywhere.  My backside was not showing any after effects of the presleep spanking.  Although I could feel the last deposit escaping. 

This was my first opportunity to properly look at the refurbished playroom. Yes, I had been here before, but was usually blindfolded, tied to the St. Andrew's Cross or had a face full of cock. Or any combination of the four. There were hoops and hooks at strategic locations on the floor, wall and ceiling. The St. Andrew's Cross on one wall. A wall to ceiling mirror on the wall opposite. The third wall houses an impressive array of discipline devices, ropes, restraints, lube and sex toys. What looked like a futon bed against the fourth. There were a handful of chairs, stools and a shower unit in the corner. This had a fixed ceiling rose, as well as a handheld shower head. There were discreet plugholes dotted in the skirting board. The floor gently cambered from the edges to a central peak, at the centre. In the centre of the ceiling was the hook I had been attached to earlier. The playroom was a full blown wet room. Everything was white. Save for the cross and restraints. 

"You need to freshen up, and douche?" The question was more of an instruction. I was pushed towards the shower corner. Tarquin watched me while I showered.  The first time I felt my skin since the hair removal.  Sophie had been very thorough.  

I douched using the shower head, straight, long and silver. Entered with ease and filled me up. I was filled up four times before the emptying was clear. Everything disappears into the skirting board drains. 

I dried myself and was about to reinsert my butt plug. 

"Wait," I hesitated.  "You'll need this." I was handed a large tube of KY Jelly. I applied some,  and the plug slid into place. A silicone urethral tube was inserted into my cock, it went deep and stretched my pee hole. The end was attached to a metallic cage. My balls squeezed through a cock ring, and everything attached to make one cage. It was padlocked. My cock grew into the expanse of the cage.

Then He told me what was about to happen. 

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By *rianishardMan
4 weeks ago

Cambridge

All I can say is WOW and when is the next instalment

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

I was led to the main living room, which was full of guests. Standing in a circle, all dressed appropriately. That is to say naked, and erect. Thirty men. I was placed in the middle, on my knees. My challenge, I had been informed, was to find the Guest who woke me. The Intruder. I had 30 minutes. The only part of him that touched me was his cock. The only part of me that touched him was my arsehole. I looked around, trying to imagine the earlier sensation, how much I was stretched.  Some I could discount of size, both wide and small. I crawled around, kissing the tips of the discounted phallus. There were still about 20 potentials. I hatched a plan. 

The question of who would fuck me bareback, like the Intruder had earlier, so three Guests pull out of contention. I counted sixteen remaining potentials.  

I was about to be thankful for the lube. I asked the remaining potentials to kneel behind me and fuck me. Straight in, and keep going till I asked for the next.  

Guest one pushed in while trying to get the memory of upstairs to the front of my mind. No it wasn't him as the sensation of his pubic skin hit my arse. He was, like me, hair free, the intruder wasn't.  

Seven more removed from suspicion.  Eight to go.

Guest two entered. Trying to go balls deep quickly. What was lacking in girth was made up for with depth. It wasn't him, but I let him keep going. WtF I thought to myself,  let's have some fun. Then he came. Too quickly for me but was grateful for the extra 'lube' as the girth of Guest three entered. Not him either. Similar conclusions quickly reached with Guests four and five.  

Guest six entered, triggering the memory neurons.  Was it the Intruder? Wasn't sure, so I pushed back, trying for extra sensation. Maybe. Needed the other to make sure. 

The depth of seven was wrong, and the hands of Guest eight were wrong. Definitely the Sixth Man. 

I informed the ring of my conclusion and got a ripple of applause. 

Was I right? I was never told.  

I was told to go and stand in the corner facing the room with my hands and feet apart, star hump style, or Da Vinci's man. To make sure my legs stayed apart a three spreader bar was attached to my ankles.  I stood arms aloft and waited.

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By *rianishardMan
4 weeks ago

Cambridge

So good, I love this x

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By *ath Naturist OP   Man
4 weeks ago

Bath

The group formed a semicircle round me. Each with a drink in hand. The non-driver spoke.

"Today we welcome Drew. Some of you will know him. All of you fucked him. Some of you have cum in him. Now we welcome him formally to our sex circle. To Drew."

"Drew." The group responded. 

"Now is the time for our traditional welcome show. Basically Drew, we're going to fuck and your going to stand there and watch." He paused. "Gentlemen,  shall we?"

That was the cue. Any clothes left on were removed and I watched a room full of naked men, twinks,  cubs and bears all pleasure themselves and each other. Kissing, touching,  wanking and fucking. 

It didn't take long for the groans of orgasm to fill the room. Each guy moved on after they peaked either to try an cum again or to help another attain the high of ejaculation. The smell of sex filled the room. 

A few of the guests took the time to lick my caged penis, or shake my balls. I was given more than a few flaccid cocks to clean and revive with my mouth. No one came in me. I was the old school fluffer. They were playing with me to make them hard, and then they returned to the group. 

I focused in on a guy with a thick uncut cock that was flapping around as the owner was in the middle of a spit roast. His arse full of the cock that had fucked me earlier. I watched the cock unloaded into his arse. 

I was in agony and ecstasy.  My caged cock wanted to explode. It was fully testing the confines of the cage. The silicone tube was being squeezed by my semi erection.  If this was a typical day I was going to enjoy life here.    

Epilogue 

I've been totally hairfree for almost a year now, and naked for the majority of the time.  The longest time I was clothed was travelling to and from Costa Almeria in Spain for a holiday, where I was the villa's plaything for 3 weeks. Tarquin and Tony have been true to their word. I want for nothing in return for unrestricted access to my body. I've lost count of how many have fucked me. The majority bareback. Thank God for Prep. Orgasmic sex with both men and women.  The weekly playroom sessions have been fun. Challenging. I can hold my breath for longer, deep throat a bigger cock.Trying new things with them, before being presented to their friends.  Occasionally Sophie & I have sex during our shaving sessions.  If we fuck, its filmed, uploaded to Pornhub and if the rating drops below 69% we are both punished. That has only happened once. Estim butt plug, who knew?!

It's been the best year of my life. Definitely something different.

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The end

(For now.)

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By *tirling Bi CuriousMan
4 weeks ago

Stirling

Wow. Thank you for this

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