A Risky Return to Sin City

It was late Saturday afternoon. DR. D and his mate had a poolside dinner party planned for his six BDSM club fraternity Doms as well as five other invited couples which included the male/female Dom/sub couple. They often entertain with poolside parties. The other eight were gay men, maybe not all couples but I think most of them were. There would be two servers for the evening. I was one, my new female friend was to be the other. When I saw her on the patio, I saw that she had been tied in the same ‘Waitress’ style as I was. And like me, she was completely naked. She looked uncomfortable and it didn’t appear to be from the ties, but rather from her nakedness. The guests were in various levels and forms of dress. Some in simple casual attire, some in bathing suits, some in leather outfits which included all the BDSM Doms who were sporting the outfits they had worn all day. With one or two wearing a bit more cover than they had been. All seem comfortable and at ease, socializing as one would at a pool party.

The outside kitchen was active, barbecue ribs and brisket were in a smoker. A large tray of jumbo shrimp on skewers was ready for the barbecue grill. There were cheese, fruit, and vegetable trays, salads, and rolls and all the other appropriate sides that a good host would provide. All the popular local beers were on ice as well as both red and white wines.

One of the jobs of the two subs for the evening would be to bring any of the foods and refreshments the guests wanted to them as a waitress would. Often carrying a tray in our perfectly tied hands, making an offering to guests as they mingled. We would also be there to satisfy any other pleasures the guests may require or request from us. As time went on, I soon realized there was a disproportionate demand for my services. She primarily catered to her mate and served food. When others called on her, it was more for fetching another beer and similar tasks. It was rare that she was asked to service one of the guys, although I did see her having to suck one or two of them. One even was taking her on from behind, but I don’t know which hole was being used.

The boys preferred me. They would call me over to fondle my privates or rub my chest. There was a lot of pinching and twisting of my nipples, often after I brought them a requested drink. Sort of given like a tip. Often, I was asked to give them hand-jobs as they laid on chase-lounge chairs as they chatted with other guests. It took a while for me to find the best position to kneel in to do the task requested with my arms tied the way they were. I was called upon to suck dicks, finger butts and every once in a while, bent over and be fuck from behind. No one was ever serviced to the point of bringing them to climax except one.

There is a bath changing house near the pool. One of the new guests told me to follow him. He went into the bath house and went into one of the two toilet stalls and brought me in with him closing the door behind us. He pulled off his bathing suit and sat down on the toilet. “Blow me Straight Boy” I was commanded. I wasn’t sure what to do. He wasn’t wearing a condom. I didn’t know if he was safe. I hesitated for a moment. Then I slowly got down on my knees in front of him which took a bit of an effort in the tight space and my hands tied as they were. Now staring in my face was an erect cock. “Come on get at it, you have others to serve besides me.” I then hear from outside the stall a familiar voice that simply says, “He’s my guest, do what he wants.” And I reluctantly do, hoping that DR. D knows I’ll come to no harm. It takes a bit, again having no use of my hands in this position, but in time I get him there and just as he explodes, he pulls out of my mouth and squirts his thick cum over my face and in in my hair. He wipes his cock across my eyes multiple times and pushes it against my nose wiping the last drips he can coach out of it into my nostrils.

He laughingly thanks me, gets up and pushes me aside, leaving the stall. I struggle back up to my feet and wall into the main room. In the mirror I see the results of his climax, semen running down my cheeks, more smeared over my eyelids, a glob or two dripping down my upper lip trying to seep into my closed mouth. My hands are useless, I can’t clean my face. I feel degraded and humiliated that I have no choice but to go back out to the pool deck and continue to serve as I am.  I’m a sub. This feeling however was never part of my fantasies. Reality has consequences not considered when wishing what we imagine would come true. I find out later that this guy is also a Dom, just not part of the fraternity. A little abusive to straight guys for my taste.

The party went on for a while. I did what I was called upon to do. Some things gave me the willies. For instance, I was twice made to lay down on a chase lounge and was fondled including the sucking of my nipples. It is not one of my favorite sexual stimulations. I was fingered. I was sucked, which made me nervous. I was told to enter the pool by way of the beach walk in area to fondle and suck swimmers. One I brought to ejaculation who spurted into the water and then had my face dunked into his mess. It seemed one moment I was being treated as a simple servant and the next being abused and teased. It kept me unsettled and anxious. But there were also moments of personal pleasure, it surely was enjoyable watching that very pretty and young co-waitress serving others, her arms bound. I could tell that this wasn’t her favorite fantasy either. The party was still going strong when I noticed she was missing but her master was still here. I didn’t know what to make of that, but I would find that I was about to be reunited with her.