Vegas Twelve to One, Daunting Odds

“Do you want to play a game? I guess you really don’t have any choice in the matter, so let me rephrase that. We are going to play a game called ‘Party Bottom,’ you are going to serve kind of like the game board, which in this game is the party bottom. I know you don’t really understand so I’ll tell you the rules. You’ll be leaving us soon, so everyone is going to say goodbye to you while you are strapped to a pegging bench. They will do it by letting you suck them to get them ready. They are then going to fuck you. Each of the subs will have ten minutes to cum in your ass. If they fail to do so, they will be given a smack on the butt with a fraternity paddle by Sir Michael for failing to properly service his sub. That will be followed by a single smack with a regular leather paddle by each of the other participants. If the sub does cum in your rectum, then he will be given the fraternity paddle to give you a smack on your ass, followed by each of the others giving you a hit with the smaller paddle. The Doms will be given fifteen minutes to cum. If they fail or succeed, then the same paddle sequence will occur to them or you. After each fraternity paddle hit you will clearly call out “Thank you Sir or Master, whichever is appropriate.” Do not say the trite “May I have another” because you are getting eleven more hits if you ask for them or not. Sir Michael will be the last to use you and he will have no time limit with you because you belong to him. Before the failure or reward punishments are given, if the performers were Doms, then their dicks will be cleaned. The Doms have the option of using their own subs or you. I’ll let you know right now I am not having my beloved sub suck me clean after it’s been in your ass with everyone else’s cum, lube and your shit. The subs don’t need to be cleaned as they are dirty creatures by nature. However, if it is the pleasure of the individual Dom to have their sub cleaned, then I guess you are on the spot for that.” 

“By the way, if you haven’t just done the math in your head, if everyone max’s out their time you will be ass fucked for well over two hours and if they all cum, paddled one hundred and twenty times. Isn’t this a fantastic game? Now let’s get you into position and strapped down. I don’t want you to leave before the fun begins. Also, Sir Michael and I will be serving as the game referees, I won’t be throwing a red flag, I’ll be swinging a beaded red cat-o-nine tails, so I suggest you don’t get penalized for flouting the rules.”

I am moved to the familiar open leg pegging bench which now has its head rest removed. There my transport bonds are removed along with my Bitch collar. It is replaced by a four-inch-wide thick leather collar that has multiple attachment rings and two securing buckles that are firmly fastened around my stretched neck. I climb up with the help of a hand slap to my bottom. My arms, legs, and chest are strapped down tight, tighter than my past visits to the bench. They secure two of the side neck rings to the bench. My head can move, but it is limited to a minimal up and down, side to side pivoting. I am blindfolded, then I hear, “No, take that off, he should see this. I don’t ever recall being at a play party where one straight guy or any guy for that matter gets fucked by twelve different dicks in a row, but it’s going to happen here and he’s going to be the lucky guy, why not witness your own unending abuse?” ending with a laugh while pointing at me. I don’t think it’s funny. Maybe it is just because I am so tired, sore, and basically physically and mentally burned out. I try to concentrate on the fact that I am bound tight, not able to resist, being forced to be sexually abused, my ultimate bondage fantasy, but even that has lost its appeal. I kind of wish I had a ring gag, but I know that would make for lousy oral delivery and the boys won’t like that. I think that’s why my head now has some movement, so I can do a better job. This broken submissive will submit, I will be the entertainment, I signed the contract. I am a fool.

It takes a little while; they are still assembling everybody together. From the background conversations, I hear some were still finishing breakfast, another had just taken a quick shower. One sub was being taken down from the St. Andrews Cross where apparently, he had been strapped for the last few hours. I’m glad for the extra time as it helps me come to terms with my current physical and mental state and allows me to accept what is about to happen to me with a little eagerness, convincing myself that they have created reality of my upmost fantasy, fulfilling my desires and; therefore, that I should do my best to perform my service and serve as a useful vessel for the sexual gratifications sought by those who will abuse me. Besides, these guys like me and said I could join their fraternity, when you are mentally and physically depleted it is easy to get sucked into the events around you.

(Round #1) And so, it begins simply with one of the subs walking up to my head, him taking his erect dick into his hand and pushing it against my lips. I open my mouth. The hard penis glides in. I close my lips around the shaft, rub my tongue on the underside as he grips my head as he thrusts forward and back. He sets a nice tempo, rocking his body, using my head for leverage. He is warned to not lose his load, it’s to go in my butt. I’m worked for about four to five minutes when he releases my head, pulls free and moves around the bench to the rear, patting my back with his hand as he goes. A handful of cold lube is pressed into my hole and smeared up and down my crack. And then I feel the head of his dick rubbed up and down my crack. He positions it against my hole and pushes it forward with the help of his hand. My butt has been stretched wide a lot this weekend, so it accepts this intruder without much resistance, with the lube reducing the friction to a minimum. He goes right to work as he is on a time schedule. Ten minutes to shoot his load or suffer. There isn’t anything for me to do now other than to ‘take it like a man’. He’s concentrating hard at getting it done, setting a rhythm and pace that keeps him aroused. I’m sure he is fantasizing about whatever gets him excited, trying to block out all the others who are watching him and even giving him encouragement. He has been at it a while when I notice a speeding up and longer deeper penetrations the telltale signs of a coming climax as he grabs hold of my body for support, tenses up, breaths heavy, gasps and stops hard movement and makes ever so slight in and out pulse movements as the cum is discharge within me. He holds still for a minute or two, resting and enjoying the final pulsations, then he withdrawals. While I am still new to this, the slipping out of a wilting dick is both a physical and mental odd feeling each time.

There is some conversation behind me that I didn’t really hear but I got the gist of it when he was back standing in front of me, his somewhat limp dick in front of my face. I didn’t react fast enough for someone because my ass is struck on my butt with the cat-o-nine tails; obviously a ref saw this as a foul, and I just was given a warning to keep up with the program. I open my mouth quickly and he puts his dick back in my mouth. The dominate taste is lube, thank God. I close my lips around him and lick around his shaft quickly and reopen, hoping it was good enough. He pulls back out and walks away. I guess it was.

It happens quickly, a very hard strike extending across both ass cheeks. I let out an uncontrolled “Oh, shit, oww,” followed by my required response, “Thank you Sir.” Then every few seconds another hit on my cheeks, randomly selected, till all eleven additional blows had been delivered. My butt must be red, it’s stinging. I don’t know if I am going to get through this.

(Round #2) But there is no time to reflect, there is another firm dick at my mouth. I open, it is thrust in, I close and do my job, and he does his. He’s anxious to get to the good part so he pulls from mouth sooner than my last user. I didn’t really notice when he was in my mouth as I was still dealing with my smarting ass cheeks, but I can tell as he enters my butt canal, he is a bit longer, nothing like Sir Michael. No one here this weekend matched him. He is working me hard and it’s easy to tell he’s getting intense gratification going in and out of me. No question in my mind he is going to climax. I will be paddled again. Funny that being smacked is my biggest worry, not the gay man fucking my butt as I lay tied down to a bench unable to resist. I did not really see who this was when he was in front of me, but he is taking his time, no urgency so I figure he must have fifteen minutes to work with. About halfway through he did stop to re-lube me, not sure if was for my benefit or his. He got his assignment done, and by his moans in the end, he was happy in his work. I was correct, he was a Dom, and he elected to use me and not his sub to clean up. His fraternity hit is not as vicious as the first one I received, maybe he’s grateful for doing me or maybe he’s tired like me. “Thank you, Master.” Eleven hits to my cheeks later and there is another dick at my mouth.

(Round #3) I didn’t notice who this was either when he approached so I try to tell by the feel of the dick in my mouth, but I can’t. There were just too many confusing oral penetrations the last two days, I just don’t know. Maybe this is what a street prostitute feels like being used by so many, the johns have become nondescript. I am starting to feel like a piece of worthless meat, and I am still a long way from being done being a sexual object, used and abused. He is now pounding away at my butt. I have lost track of how long he has been at it. He does seem to be having a fun time pounding me, appeared to be hard the whole time, but I hear Master say “Time.” He hadn’t gone in me. I am not going to be hit this time and I am delighted. The hits have not been within my pain/pleasure spectrum. There is a pause in the action, and I see them move a second pegging bench in front of me. My last assailant is told to mount it, has his legs and arms strapped down and I am told “Watch and enjoy.” Sir Michael steps up and wallops his butt with the large paddle. He jumps when hit, but with the restraints, goes nowhere. He also keeps silent, not a whimper, this is not new to him. It is then ten more licks with the smaller leather paddle that is passed around to each of his fellow subs and dominants. One less than I get, because I don’t get a turn. Right at this point I am glad to be just watching and not receiving.

There is some conversation, and then I am told. We have decided to give this submissive another chance to prove himself. He needs to learn to do what his master wants even if it is not something he enjoys. In this case it is butt fucking, he is a bottom and doesn’t like topping. The sub makes himself hard, remounts me and after a few minutes successfully adds to the cum in my butt. He gets no reward other than the satisfaction of pleasing his master. My butt cheeks are not assaulted in this rotation, and I don’t clean him.

(Round #4) My short break was over as there was another dick in my face, number four. I open and go to work on a penis that has a bit more girth but a length like the previous. My sucking doesn’t have a lot of enthusiasm, but I do want it to be effective, as I prefer that this oral work that I must do to make the user hard to end quickly. The butt work, strange as it sounds, is more tolerable mentally. One reason I think is with the butt I have absolutely no control, but with the tongue work, unless I have a ring gag forcing my mouth open, I am a somewhat willing party to the blow job, and so minimal ‘forced’ sexual gratification from it. It is the polar opposite to me licking my wife’s pussy which is my favorite sexual activity. When she has me lick her while I am bound it is off the charts. The collision of my two sexual personalities, heterosexual sex and bondage. So, now I am relying on the knowledge that if I refuse to suck this dick, the discipline I would be subjected to would be severe. I also keep reminding myself that this complete package is my warped fantasy come to life, enjoy the reality while you can, it will all be gone when you head home. The dick has left my mouth and is being inserted in my rear. Maybe it was a lack of sufficient lube or the added girth but this one hurt as he pushed in. It takes a good five or six thrusts in and out before I start to loosen, and the pain dissipates. He keeps a rapid pace, but his thrusts are deep bringing his body tight against mine as he bottoms out his strokes. His pace gets the job done quickly and his load is within me faster than any of the others. I hear his Dominant direct him to have me clean him and I have my mouth open and waiting as he comes around to my face. I remember how this act was one of the most traumatic to me when Sir Michael insisted on it in San Diego. Now it is something I just want to get done and over with. There is enough cum clinging to his dick that it is now coating my tongue and cheeks. The unpleasant taste starts to linger. It’s funny, I expected by now there would be an awful flavor in my mouth of my own excrement, but there has not been. The regular douching I have been subjected to must have really worked. I’m wacked twelve times and I begin to worry that this may leave bruising. I’m sure my cheeks are beet red, but that will go away.

(Round #5) Next up was the uncircumcised fellow. I’m sure it’s psychological, but his member feels gross in my mouth. Now all the cocks are distasteful, but this is a different dislike. I am thankful he was the only one uncut this weekend. He probably didn’t get my best work, he wasn’t very hard when he pulled out, and I was pleased he didn’t stay long on my mouth. He was hard when he got to my rear though, I assume his own hand stroking played a role. I was re-lubed and in he came. I must have been a good fit for him or maybe I was set up at just the right angle and height for him because his uttered moans of ecstasy went on and on as took his full time in me. He would speed up, then slow down, push deep and make long thrusts, then take rapid short stokes. When he finally shot his load, and boy did he cum, he keep thrusting in for a while, moaning louder and trembling before finally collapsing onto my back. “That was my best fuck in a long time, it great to have a tight ass given to you. Will you have him here next month to play with too? I’ll chip in for his airfare.” I really don’t deserve credit, bound and presented as I am, my hole is just there for anyone to use, there isn’t much for me to do other than take it. Cleaning an uncut dick is even more gross. This owner even helps by pulling back on his shaft to expose the tip for licking. I feel myself squeezing my eyes closed as I work on it. It even seems to taste bad, more so than the others have. He is covered by more cum and the fresh lube than his predecessors, this will likely continue as there will be more and more jizzum left in my butt. He is also still oozing cum from his slit, more than the others. I guess he has avoided ejaculating all weekend until now or his ball production is much better than mine. He must have been satisfied with my service because he pulled himself out while I was still rubbing my tongue over the loose skin of his shaft. His strike across my butt indicated he had recovered some of his strength he had put into screwing my hole. Or maybe just the accumulation of smacks was taking a toll as the eleven other hits stung more and lingered longer.

(Round #6) I was pleased that the next dick in my mouth was circumcised and that the rest of them should be also. This one was also on the average size, so I could handle it much better in my mouth. It didn’t do anything to relieve the accumulation of foul cum and lube building up in there. He stayed a little longer, getting reasonably hard before he took my butt on. This fellow fucked me nicely, taking pleasure being in me, making the most out of his appearance and cumming towards the end of his time. He was licked clean like the rest; I was paddled the required twelve times, and it was on to the next player.

(Round #7) At this point I believe I have moved into machine mode. I’ve lost track of how many have fucked me, I am on autopilot when sucking this guy, and trying to nap as my butt is assaulted. This is one of the fifteen-minute rides, and I try to ignore the pounding as I close my eyes and rest before I have to lick the cum off and be hit again. I made a mistake, by saying ‘Thank you Sir’ instead of the proper ‘Thank you Master’. A ref responded with multiple swings of the whip between my legs, nailing my cock and balls, nearly bringing tears to my eyes as I did all I could to not cry out. I must concentrate on what I am doing.

(Round #8) “Hi sweety, you ready to give me some more sweet loving? Are you going to get hard for me again?” My leather clad Dominatrix parades in front of me. This perks me up. She makes sure I get a good look at her, and then she bends over and gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek. A short, wooded box is placed on the floor so she can step up and put her dick in my mouth. I go to work, and much to my shame, I more enthusiastically begin to service her, as I close my eyes and think about her leather clad slender legs and her cute little breasts. I haven’t fully learned my lesson. “Oh, my sissy, my little cunt, make me cum in your mouth, do me good, take all of me.” Now, again, her ‘take all of me’ isn’t overbearing. Her member is much like mine, adequate to get the job done. Perfect from my perspective and necessary to keep my line in the sand of adultery uncrossed. Being easy to handle, and just the right size for my skill level, I probably gave her the best service of the lot. I am doing good enough for her that she needs to pull out before she climaxes. “Now it’s time for me to return the favor for you fucking me.” Of course, it was also her efforts in the earlier encounter that got that job done. She heads around to my backside where again with the added height of the box she readies to enter me. She lubes my hole, fingers it a bit with two digits then reaches further under and coats my dick and balls. She aligns her ridged penis with my rectum and with one thrust enters to her bush. She reaches back under with one hand and starts to fondle my balls and dick which respond as you’d expect, while she begins short in and out thrusts with her dick. “Clench your butt, grip me,” she pleads. Not sure how well I am doing it, but I know I am trying my best to do what she asks. She knows how to fuck men, and she is showing me her skills. She has made me hard with her hand work. I feel my body trying to make backward thrust to her to receive her dick. Now that I was hard, she abandons me and switches to her own arousal. It doesn’t matter, I remain hard. As a Dom she gets fifteen minutes and uses all of it. “Let me know when I have two minutes left.” Her sounds broadcast the enjoyment she is having. Now all her interests are selfish, she is not trying to sexually please me anymore, just herself. “Two minutes.” “OK, thanks.” And then she starts the movements, pace and thrust that will make her come. She tenses, squeals and collapses onto my back, I feel her breasts pressing against me, breathing heavily, still slightly heaving her hips side to side, forward and back. She backs out slowly, enjoying my hole trying to hold onto her. I am now sucking her clean when I hear, “Penalty! Getting and staying hard. Four swings on the exposed scrotum.” She withdraws from my mouth knowing what’s coming and not wanting to get bitten in the process. I am wickedly hit with four swings of the cat with its tails whipping around to sting my now soften shaft as well as my balls. “This is our game to enjoy not yours, remember?” barks Master. Right now, I am not remembering anything other than the burning anguish emulating from my genitals. I want to scream out “you prick,” but as I am still collecting that though I am diverted to a new pain as I get my fraternity hit, “Thank you, Ma'am” and eleven follow up paddles. The combined pain is no worse than others I have experienced in my two servitude journeys. Actually, much less than some of the electroshock/horse riding and other pains I have endured.

(Round #9) This pain, however, is still throbbing as the seventh dick is pushed against my lips. The game has now gotten routine, and I do my duty, but it has been a long time being abused. Not sure, but it must be a lot more than an hour. Maybe even two, or close to it. I am now daydreaming which gets me into trouble as I am startled back to the reality by the dick being suddenly withdrawn and my face is slapped, “Watch the teeth!” Which is followed by Sir Michael saying, “Penalty, biting, five strikes,” I am whipped again with the cat, this time across my back for five repetitions, then, “OK stick it back into his mouth, I think he will behave now.” Suffering, I put my best effort into my sucking, I want no more penalties. It just so happens that I got a little revenge on this one as the sub missed his ten-minute time limit by just seconds. He did cum in me, but it was deemed late by the timekeeper. So, I got to watch him take my twelve blows, plus I didn’t have to clean him.

(Round #10) I can believe there is more as I have lost count, I know I haven’t done Sir Michael, but there is another hard dick in my face and I know it’s not his, although it’s not a small one either. He grabs my hair and pulls up my head. “Open your mouth, Cunt.” I do and a metal gag is inserted in my mouth. It’s the Whitehead mouth gag used on me in the pool, I think. A new twist to what was becoming an old game. In comes the dick, its long, not overly wide and now hard. He immediately starts pumping hard pulling my head into him as he thrusts forward. His first three or four strokes are ok, seems like he is just lubing up with my saliva, but by his fifth thrust he is in too deep for me, and I start to gag, which he then quickly thrusts just as deep two more times and then pulls my head tight to his body and holds me as I gag and start to retch. All the while he is chatting at me, “Suck me cunt, eat my dick, take it all, come on straight boy taste me, you know you love to eat cock.” This guy has been talkative all weekend, it’s part of his style of dominance. He pulls out for just a few seconds while I am still hacking and gaging and bringing forward saliva, he blows back in pushing deep, finding my throat, causing the same gag reflex reactions as he thrust back and forth rapidly multiple times despite my resistance and then again pulling my head to his body forcing his rigid prick to stay lodged in my throat. “Take it cunt, take all of me, don’t fight me, breath through your nose cunt or you will suffocate bitch, you love this, don’t you, pussy do your job, make me cum.” He is not only a physically aggressive Dom, but he’s also a verbal belligerent one, who likes to talk shit to his bottoms.  And out he comes again. Fluids come with him, he wipes some from his dick and smears it across my face. Then it’s back in, this time just as deep and he plants it there and then with both hands on my head rapidly and forcibly pulls my head back and forth, maybe ten to fifteen times, so that those movements are what is fucking his dick instead of his thrusts. “That’s a good boy. Yes, sissies like to suck dick. You’re going to love my cum. I am going to make you swallow it all. You’re a good cock sucker.” And he pulls out again. I am gagging, hacking, coughing, nearly heaving, and miserable, hating every minute of it. I’m about to call Yellow, maybe Red but can’t because he has reentered again and his depth does not allow me to breath, let alone speak. This time I just held my breath and arched my neck back. This helps immensely. “Yeah, that’s better lad, you’re learning, good job cunt, keep controlling it, see you can handle me.” He exits it again. I’m still chocking and gaging, but the intensity of my throat spams is less. Back in again, and I arch my neck, hold my breath, try to open my mouth even wider and say to myself just relax, relax, don’t think about the intrusion, ignore it. “Oh pussy, you are my fuck toy, lick me, make me harder, that a girl, good job, good job, I’m impressed, we may make a real cocksucker out of you yet.” When I take a gasp to get some air, he pulls out again then waits a few seconds and in he comes again, but this time he just glides in and out over my tongue. “You’ve had enough of the deep stuff, now Cunt use your tongue, lick my slit, show me that you love dick, slide it up and down my shaft, that’s it, good cunt.” I did make an honest attempt to use my tongue, and it aids in me calming down the remaining spasms of my throat.

He pulls out of my mouth and moves around to my back. “Got try out this hole that everyone has been raving about.” I’m thrilled he’s back there, at least he is out of my throat. He adds some lube to my entry and then plows in with one long thrust. Maybe as one of my first or second assaulters this would have been bad, but now I am widely stretched and filled with cum lube, so his abrupt entry is no issue. I just hang down my head and let the neck restraints hold me. More saliva dribbles down my chin. He is a well-seasoned top; he knows how to fuck in a way that pleases both himself and his bottom. The chatter continues, “Oh wow, this is great. Yeah pussy, take all of me. I’m going to plow you good; you love this, you know you want me, you deserve this, you’re a dick slut, you want my cum, you want it bad, don’t you.” Occasionally, he pulls out far enough to smack one of my sore cheeks with his hand, He is a full-service Top. He is a good judge of his time and uses it all before letting his load join the others before him in my tired rectum. “At a girl, you take my cum, you take it all, oh I know you love that I gave you my semen, you hold it, don’t you lose a drop.” I feel him slide out after staying in me for a minute or two, making sure all his load was left behind. Then it was back to my force open mouth to clean his very cum slimed penis. The cum taste is starting to get funky and foamy, as the accumulation is churned each time by a thrusting dick. I get it done.

I anticipated a wicket hard smack from the fraternity paddle, but when it landed it was mild, the lightest of the morning. “Thank you, Master?” And as the other hits are delivered, he comes up to my head and whispers softly in my ear, “You know, you are one hell of a sub, I have been so impressed of how you handled this weekend. I have had my share of submissives and none of them have been able to handle the kind of use we have put you through without falling apart. It is my hope that we were able to give you what you wanted, what you came for, what you needed. And thanks for letting us use you to play and fulfill our fantasies, like doing bound straight men which is one of my turn-ons. I know you don’t enjoy sex with men, but you didn’t let it show.” And he gives my neck a squeeze and pats my shoulder, then walks away. Wow, he ended without any smack talk, his final words making him someone who abused me that I will remember for a long time in a positive way.

(Round #11) Next up was Master, who before entering my mouth, removes the dental gag. He has done me enough this weekend that I can recognize his cock. I am riding a minor high due to the praise I just got, so I use my new burst of steam to do my best at sucking the guy that made my weekend happen. I know I’m doing well as he gets rock hard and moans as he moves slowly and deliberately in and out of my lips that embrace his shaft while my tongue dances around his head. Later I had to justify to myself this willing service. While I was bound to the bench, I was not being threatened with punishment if I didn’t perform up to expectation. Why was I willing to suck a cock with passion that doesn’t sexually excite me? It was simply gratitude emerging from my mental exhaustion and my slipping into and accepting servitude obedience.

“Excellent, superb, but that’s enough, my cum is going in your butt, I’ve already let you swallow me earlier,” he says as he pulls free of my mouth. “No need to re-lube you, the cum dripping out of your hole is the best lube on the market.” He enters me easily, as I am both stretched and slick. He goes to work and is seemingly enjoying himself, when he stops, withdraws, and then reenters with his fingers. I’m plenty stretched so I don’t understand. Then he starts messaging my insides with two of his fingers. He’s looking for, finds, and works on exciting my prostrate. Sir Michael had done this to me in San Diego, and it did get me hard. Master is doing the same. He takes his other hand and lightly works my sack and shaft. With the double sensations combined with my meds, I get hard quickly. He spends three or four minutes of his valuable fifteen minutes of game time on me. He then stops, I think he strokes himself a bit to get re-hard and enters me again. “As the Ref, I’m going to allow your erection. Now, I was good to you, I want you to be good to me. First, I want you to concentrate on relaxing, controlling your breathing. I then want you to tense up your sphincter muscle, then relax, tense it up again and then relax. Ok, now I want you to try and bear down with your pelvis when your sphincter is relaxed. I know this sounds complicated, but a sub needs to learn how to be a good bottom for his master. This squeeze-and-release will be good for both of us, so let’s try this, bear down, try to find those muscles, relax that butthole, then tense it. I want to feel your pulses as I fuck you. One more thing, as I thrust in, I want you to push back at me with your butt hole.” I’m not sure I really know how to make my bottom muscles do all those things, but I try.

“That’s it, you’re doing good, concentrate, it will start to feel good to you. I can feel you clenching my cock. Yeah, keep switching the actions, oh yeah, you’re doing it, you are a good little cunt, Sir Michael is lucky to have you.” I did my best. I’m sure in the end, most of the work that got him to shoot his load was his actions, but I added what I could. I was surprised that this late in the weekend, these guys, especially Master, were still looking to teach me how to be a good submissive. He didn’t forget to clean up, as he promised my mouth was his choice. As I was doing my duty, he told me it was nice having his dick up such a tight hole. It struck me funny as I couldn’t believe that after all the plastic and real cocks that have been up there this weekend that it could be still described as tight. My butt cheeks, already cherry red, then took its twelve whacks.

(Round #12) I know this cock too. It is Sir Michael. He will round out the even dozen. My mouth is filled. I wish I could do better with him, but orally he still remains too much for me, although I want to do the best for him. He can tell I am trying take as much of him as I possibly can, but that I am struggling, so he goes slow, pushing in first just his bulging head, then maybe inch of his shaft, then a tad more, and a little bit more and he instructs me, “Lick under my head, lick it good, make my slit tingle, you can do it, use your lips on the shaft, tilt you head so I can give you more, I’m sure your forced bondage fantasies have been base on sucking this dick since college so live the dream.” He is being careful to avoid gaging me, slowly sliding ever so slightly backward and forward. He is hard so his size has maximized, making this tougher. Sir doesn’t stay overly long in my mouth, which surprises me because by the game rules he could have stayed as long as he wanted. He would make up for it in my other end.

Taking him proved what Master had just said, that I was still a tight one. He hurts going in, but then he is super hard, which means he is at his maximum girth and length; it’s a real turn on for him to fuck his straight best friend even if he must tie me down to do it. He didn’t add any lube as I was supposably filled with cum. I can feel the friction, my hole trying its best to accommodate him. At least he’s not trying to drive to the hilt on his first thrusts. It takes about four or five pushes till he picks up enough natural lube so that my I butt can give in to the assault. He gets his rhythm going. I try to push back and do what I can to relax. My tight grip on his cock is keeping him nice and hard. I can tell by his grunts this is a treat, fucking his friend, if I could see his face, I’m sure it’s all smiles. Me, not so much, my face shows a grimace. There is still discomfort. I diverted my concentration from the ache by trying to do the things Master had just tried to teach me. Tough to tell how much they increased Sir’s enjoyment cause my tightness is making his day by itself. He pounds away for a long time, changing his speed of thrusts occasionally, but in and out strokes are consistently deep. He does stop once, with his dick deep within me to take a drink of water. I think to myself, yes, I may be a friend, but at the moment I am just a hole to plow, nothing more, as it should be, needs to be. He gets back to fucking me in earnest and after what feels like an eternity, probably a total of a good twenty minutes he says to Master, “Think it’s time to add mine?”  “Sure, I’m positive nothing would make this Bitch happier than to take your load.” And with about another twenty hard, deliberate thrusts, he tenses up, makes a loud sigh, and I am treated to his gift. Winded he says, “Why didn’t you have me tie you up and do you in college? We’ve lost so much time.” He stays still a while with my butt still holding a tight grip on him and then starts thrusting again. It is only for a minute or two. “I want to make sure I have a good coating.” He pulls out and comes to the front. “Open, my cunt, stick out your tongue, give this beauty a bath.” He has me lick up and down his cum coated shaft, helping to rotate it with his hand. He then sticks it into my mouth and says, “Make me hard, I think I want to do you again.”  Even with his dick placid, it still is more than I can effectively handle. I do take as much as I can, which is probably a personal best. I try both some tongue and lip service for few minutes, finding that he is still well coated with the cum of many, which I distastefully work to clean off. Apparently satisfied, he pulls out and says, “He’s getting better at this, but I think he is done. No sense in trying to poke him again.” I get my final twelve butt warming smacks and the game concludes. The home team won.