It seemed obvious to me, but the women seemed fascinated by
my vibrating belly. Not one to ask for permission, Sandra pulled me onto my
back by my hair and straddled my chest, ass to my face. Her dress was hiked up
just enough that I could see the white g-string underneath soaked through as
she ground her clothed pussy back and forth over my abdomen.
“It feels,” she moaned, “really good.”
Most of the outright cheering had subsided by now and a
different atmosphere was settling over the kitchen. Some girls still shared
shots at the counter but most were intently focused on the fun with us two
boys. The shouts for pain and violation had become a low communal breathing.
Anticipation.
Sandra put one hand to her hair and gripped my hips tightly
with the other. Her grinding had led her further down to my shaking pubic bone.
She now hit the swollen top of my tightly caged cock with her clit on each
upstroke. “Oh,” she moaned deeper and deeper. “Oh, Peter. It feels good. Your
body feels… uhhh” she shuddered. “Feels so good. Mmm. Squirm for me now. I want
you…” A hand came down between my thighs with far more force than a playful
slap. “Yes that’s it,” she moaned as I writhed with pain. She clamped her pussy
tight against me. “Move for me,” she cried hitting me harder and harder.
Finally, with a shriek and a tightening of grip, followed by her weighty torso
draping flatly against mine, she came. I could barely breathe between the
sweaty fat columns of her back, but I found a stream of air. The giant pink
cock still buzzed and pulsed deep inside of me.
I barely felt conscious anymore the sensation was so
intense. I had retreated deep into my head.
Before I knew it Sandra had rolled off of me and Amy had
taken her place. Amy faced me, breasts nearly spilling out of her low cut
blouse. Her body felt warm and soft and enveloping pressed against mine, her
clit seeking out the vibrating skin of my hips. “Stop,” I whispered. “Stop.”
Amy was beginning to bite her lip with pleasure, but she
seemed none too pleased at my outburst. She looked around for her ‘little
sister’ who was watching Eduardo try to protect his balls. “Double Stuff,” she
called, “get the collar out of my drawer.”
The large girl looked fearingly at her ‘big sister’ and
plodded off without a word.
With shaking, weak arms (my whole body shaking, really) I
tried to push Amy away, but she grabbed my wrists and pushed my hands to her
breasts. “You dirty son of a bitch,” she said, slapping me for show. “Don’t
touch me while I’m enjoying you.” Her lips said that that, anyway. Her hands
implored me to massage her erect nipples.
“Don’t… don’t stop” she started to moan lustily but ‘Double
Stuff’ had returned with the headgear. It was a collar of sorts, but it was
also a gag. The leather held the neck in place while the thick knotted cord
kept the mouth open and filled. Amy fit it over my head, pulling the leather strap
tight. “Come on, don’t stop,” she said in lighter, more masculine tones. Only
then did I realize that I had been matching her rhythm pulsing my abs and
drawing my body tight against her clit. When I realized it I was horrified. I
felt dirty. Somehow complicit in the act.
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Amy screamed with exasperation. “Why? Why did you stop?” She
slapped me on the face and chest, bouncing up and down on my belly, painfully
compressing me against the vibe. “Oh god, come on. Come on I was so close.” We
both knew that it was too late already. The orgasm had passed and only
frustration remained. I knew the feeling all too well. Unfortunately for me,
Amy didn’t.
“This is bullshit,” she said, slapping my face back and
forth. The fight had completely gone out
of me at this point. “What the fuck were you thinking?”
The leather had begun to sour in my mouth and I began to
feel a gagging sensation creep over me. The taste of leather was so strong in
my mouth, and the more saliva I produced the less I was able to swallow it all.
With this addition Amy was able to yank my face to meet her enraged face as she
continued to berate me. “You are the worst kind of cunt-tease, you know that? A
prude on the street, a freak at a party and incompetent in bed.” She put a hand
over my face, not that I was going to try to respond anyway.
Amy gave me that
bitchy look of hers before sliding up my body and planting her ass on my face.
Under her skirt my nose was flat against her musky, wet pussy. She ground her snatch
against my nose for a bit, but ultimately came to a stop. As I began to gasp
desperately for air, she lifted herself off of me and sat beside my head, legs
pulling my head sideways to match her posture. She uncovered one of my ears to
say, “We decided that since you’re no good sexually, you’ll have to put on a
show for us.”
“Please,” I croaked. “Please let me go home. No one-“
“Oh my god!” Amy groaned in frustration. “You are so boring.
And don’t tell me the cock isn’t nice in your ass. You’re leaking cum all over
it.”
She was probably right. Usually after a month without
release, anything in the ass will start me leaking like a well-fed sailor’s
whore[1].
And just like that the enormous intruder was gone. I gasped
as a partygoer forcibly emptied my ass. I felt every muscle in my body relax
and the feeling of emptiness was glorious.
Beside me I saw Eduardo struggle to his feet. He looked
absurdly small in the moment, probably partly due to his horror streaked
makeup. The poor creature barely came up to the naval of the women surrounding
him without his shoes. As various girls continued to slap and prod him he
raised his slender arms in defense, but they easily slapped them away. He
slipped to his knees for a moment, tiny feet slick against the hardwood floor
speckled with saliva, tears and drinks.
I was beginning to come back into my body and the girls took
notice immediately. My arms and legs felt weak now, wobbly. Strong hands rolled
me onto my stomach and then helped lift me to my feet. I was too weak to stand
for a moment but found my balance, bare feet on the soft towel. Someone shoved
Eduardo into me and as I clung to him and he to me we both hit the hardwood
with a kuh-thud-thud.
“There has been a request,” Sandra started, leaning back to
collect her hair into a ponytail and apply a band, pushing her chest out in the
process so that her breasts pressed tight against the cotton of her t-shirt,
“that we enact one of our members’ deepest fantasy. I don’t want to say whose
it is, but this girl reads a lot of books and damn is her mind filthy.” A cheer
went through the crowd. “But first, you two look like cheap whores and you need
to clean up.”
I was happy to stay on the floor forever. Floor was hard,
but it was stable and motionless.
Nevertheless I knew she was right. Ed’s dress now had a tear
up the back from the bottom to his hip dimples (no doubt from the fucking. Or
was it the dog’s fault?), and I had lost my shirt and panties completely. Our
makeup was a mess. Ed’s was anyway. We’d both been crying.
So will a little help and some playful slaps of encouragement
we were loaded into the large master tub and the water flowed. At first the
heat was nice but it quickly burned my skin and made my head even more
exhausted. “Hot,” I said.
“Ouch, that does look hot,” a girl said and turned on the
cool faucet too.
We huddled together in the middle of the spacious tub. Ed
grabbed tight to my arm and I pulled him close and hugged him against me. “I’m
sorry,” I whispered.
“I’m scared,” he said.
I looked past his partially matted hair at the other side of
the room. Six girls had lined the wall in front of the counter and mirror
watching silently. Conversation continued out in the hallway but the only sound
in the bathroom was the running water. I looked from eye to eye and saw no
sympathy. Only hunger.
A shorter girl with long, curly brown hair and a thick New
York accent entered the room saying “so funny because I was just having a dream
where these two cute little boys were-“ she stopped short to take in the
pathetic sight in the tub. I looked down at us. Someone was bleeding. “Eugh,”
she grunted with disgust. “Well they weren’t like that. They were… beautiful.
But these twinks are skinny enough I guess. You guys should have woken me
sooner.”
She approached the tub and as she reached for the soap on
the wall behind us I flinched away from her open palm. “Woah there little guy,”
she said with a chuckle. “It’s alright.” She grabbed the soap and started
rubbing away at Ed’s face saying, “You got a really sad face there little
buddy. You look just like my little brother when I take away his cum day. Come
here. Do you have any idea how to put on makeup? Do you just slap a few
different colors on your face and call it good? Stand up now. Oh! Look at how
cute his metal cage is. I would love, love to design something like this. K,
let’s get you nice and clean here. And bend over now. No, facing away from me,
silly.”
Ed glared at her distrustfully. I rubbed his leg to comfort
him. He gave me that dopey, scared, questioning look that girls love so much in
porn. I nodded, hoping to relax him, but he only bent over stiff and scared.
“There we are. It looks like somebody’s on his period
tonight. Did somebody give you a little more cock than you were ready for?”
Ed whimpered as she cleaned his hole.
“Don’t worry there little buddy. It’s just superficial. This
amount is normal for a virgin. Are you a virgin?” she asked.
Ed whimpered again.
“Doesn’t sound like a virgin to me. Sounds like the sluts in
the Pool Boy movies,” she said, slapping his ass. Then she turned to me. “Were
you looking at your boyfriend’s little clitty while I was washing it?” I tried
to shake my head but she caught my chin in her thumb and index finger and
started wiping my face with the soap. “You love to look at your boyfriend’s
clitty, I bet. Do you two live together?” she didn’t really want an answer. “Do
you play pillow fights and touch each other when you’re lonely? I bet that some
nights he grabs the TV remote and pretends he’s a big strong woman fucking you,
huh?” She forced my head under water and inevitably my nose filled with soapy water.
“Come on now. Up. Show me your hole too. Not bad. Not bad. I heard that you
took Big Betty. Betty is Double Stuff’s vibrator. Did you moan the way she does
at night when it filled you up?”
I remained silent. Ed slowly lowered himself into the
lukewarm tub.
“Okay up now. Up and out you go. Nice and clean.”
The flurry of mad, drunken hands were suddenly given purpose
by this girl’s presence. We were dried in soft towels and led before the
full-length mirror in the bedroom. After some discussion each of us had a pink
ribbon tied around our chastity cages and pink panties to match. Eduardo, being
smaller, was zipped into extra tall boots.
“What size are you?” asked our new friend.
“I’m sort-of between a medium and a large,” I explained. I
suppose my mothers considered themselves noble for having me the old-fashioned
way, but it had caused me nothing but trouble. Normally males were manufactured
in one of three standard sizes by the agency according to preference. Eduardo,
like over half the new boys born in America, was a Small. There was no doubt
the option was cute, but sadly not durable or reliable. Eduardo was unlikely to
see his fortieth birthday. Instead my mothers combined their DNA in the lab and
used one of the 20 stored Y chromosomes in the central database.
Being somewhere between a medium and a large was no good. It
only resulted in large responsibilities with medium freedom. In school gym when
the guys we were locked up for the first time, I was of course given a medium
chastity cage, but in sex ed I was issued a large practice cock. Medium clothes
make me look fat and large clothes make me look disheveled. I can’t meet large
expectations or fit inside medium confinement.
She stared at me incredulously for a moment and said
eventually “okay,” and set about building my outfit. They gave me lacey black
garters and a small tee shirt with a unicorn on it. They proceeded to make us
up “not like whore, like you came in,” they said, “like ladies. Proper ladies.”
Ed, who normally loved this sort of thing held in his usual squeals of delight.
His eyes registered only dread. I’m not sure if he knew what was coming next. I
had an idea, but that didn’t make it any easier.
They led us to the circular bed in the middle of the room
with black sheets. Already on the bed was a thick, long, double headed dildo.
“Don’t take off the shoes,” said Double Stuff. “I like the shoes on.” At this
point any girls still wearing pants shed them, relaxing into the various chairs
and sofas around the room. Sandra stared intently down at me alternating
touching herself, pulling her hand away, starting to accidentally fondle a
breast and so on.
“I want you to repeat after me,” the skinny blonde said,
“’I’m just a sissy boy home all alone and my dirty pussy is craving some lady
cock.’” She breathed heavily as she read it. A creepy quiet had descended over
the whole room. The spectators were only interested, not concerned.
I took a breath to steady myself and repeated as I was told.
In my head I spoke fluently, with grace, but I’m sure I was a shaky mess. Deep breaths, I kept reminding myself. Be still.
A different black girl, one I didn’t recognize, picked up
the dildo and began slathering it with a viscous lube, clenching it in her
meaty fists. The blonde spoke again, this time for Ed. “I’m home all alone too
and I’m aching for something to fill up my sissy pussy.” Ed only whimpered and
cried.
“Say it,” said Double Stuff, slapping his face hard enough
to knock him on his side.
Ed shrieked and cried louder.
“Christ,” said Double Stuff who leaned out onto the bed and
collected Ed in her thick arms. He put his hands against her chest as if to
push her away, but she pulled him into a tight embrace, sideways, like a baby.
“Just chill a second, okay?”
Ed struggled in futile fits off and on for a few seconds but
eventually his body went limp and relaxed. “There, there,” she said, patting
his bottom. Then it wasn’t so much patting as rubbing and eventually her pointer
finger began to rub his hole directly. His closed eyes shot open and he
struggled again for a moment, but when her lubed finger slipped slowly inside
of him he seemed to accept his fate. Cradled against her there was nowhere to
go, no hope of overpowering her. “Do you like mommy’s finger, baby?” she asked.
Ed shook his head slowly side to side, mouth open but
unspeaking.
“Come on,” the girl said hugging him tighter so that a short
moan was squeezed out him. “Don’t be a prude. Just play one more game with me.
Okay?”
“Okay,” Ed whispered, lying out on the bed as she released
him even as her finger stayed snug inside of him. The dildo slapped juicily in
the black girl’s lubed hands.
Amy, who was getting annoyed at the delay, chimed in, “K,
now you say, ‘I do have the one dildo my teacher gave me, but it’s much too big
for me alone.’” It wasn’t hard for me to sell that line.
Double Stuff, who now had Eduardo moaning and rhythmically
moving his hips with her finger inside of him, said in a mock high voice, “I’m
a fucking sissy cunt who doesn’t know how to take cock in her pussy correctly
without complaining,” eliciting shrieks from Ed by poking his prostate for
emphasis. “I need a big, strong woman to teach me how take it like a real man.”
“That’s not…” Amy started but realized the futility of
trying to keep continuity and improvised, “I need a teacher too. Good thing the
girls at Delta Gamma Delta are great teachers.” Double Stuff flashed her a
smile. This new story was pleasing too. The girl holding the formidable dildo
approached menacingly but Amy waved her off.
“Okay sissies,” said Double Stuff, now playing herself,
“you’re going to touch each others nipples and spank each other. Ed let out a
little sound as his ass came unplugged. We did as we were bid, tickling and
touching each other in stilted, uncomfortable movements. After a time Double
Stuff approached again and guided us into different positions. She moved me
around to Ed’s rear as he stood on all fours. The girls laughed at her joke as
she moved my hips, pretending to fuck him.
When she was finished amusing herself, she guided me into a
position on all fours too, facing away from him. The dildo wielder approached
again and held the giant toy between us. “All right now,” said Amy, coming
around the bed and crouching down so we were face to face. She smelled sweet,
like fruit. “Ease yourself on it. It’s okay to go slow at first.” Even as she
said it she put a hand on my head and one on my shoulder, encouraging me backwards.
I moved around a bit to lube up my hole from the dildo and started working it
into my ass. Ed made no sound for a long time but after a few moments I heard a
loud slap followed by Ed screaming and crying his head off. The cock head felt
impossibly large as I let it slip inside of me. Relax. Relax, I reminded myself. I could do this, but Amy’s pushing
was not making it easier. All at once the cock head broached me and I felt my
asshole pull tight under ridge. God it was big.
“Good, good. Keep at it,” said Amy. I looked up to watch her
piercing eyes but looked back down to concentrate. I kept pushing back, still
faster than I would like, trying to open up for the length and girth. Ed was
still crying, which could only be making it worse. I moved my knees to back up,
accepting more and more, the ridges tickling my tender prostate. “Say ‘I want
it.’”
“I want it,” I gasped. Finally Ed’s panic was subsiding
again and I heard his characteristic little moans. The same sounds he made when
he thought I was asleep in the dorm. Several of the girls had gotten out of
their seats to approach the bed.
“Now that you two sluts have the cock you’ve been begging
for,” said Sandra, “don’t let it drop. It would be very bad for you two to let
it fall on the bed.
Ed sniffed an “uh huh” and I nodded. I tried to move back
and forth on it a bit to make the sensation more pleasurable, but I couldn’t
move much in Amy’s grip. After a bit more hands touched me. Hands on my hips
and thighs, another on the back of my head as well as the top. I could hear
myself starting to moan but I just focused on the sensation, trying to make
room for more, more. “Gah,” I let out my breath with a pained moan.
This set Ed off who immediately blurted “Oh god, stop. I
can’t take any more.”
There were a few chuckles at this.
“No, no please. Please stop. It’s too big. It’s too big. It
hurts my tiny pussy.”
He did sound like a slut in the Pool Boy videos. I couldn’t
claim superiority though as I finally slipped into a headspace where the full,
pained sensation felt alright.
“I want the asses to touch,” whispered Double Stuff.
The girls pushed with renewed vigor. Their combined strength
easily overpowered my attempts to slow my descent. The cock pushed deep into
me, filling me deeper than anything I had felt. I almost felt the urge to cough
it felt so deep inside of me.
“Come on,” Double Stuff said, “come on. Come on,” we must
have been close. I could feel his feet between my legs, his toes curling and
uncurling. “Come on,” and for one brief moment, I could feel Ed’s shaven ass
against mine. The hands let up and we sprung away from each other. For a second
I felt the monster cock drop onto the bottoms of my feet, but I pushed back to
take more of it. I wasn’t convinced that Ed was doing the same.
“It hurts,” he moaned, leaning further and further forward.
Sure enough he doomed us, sliding off of the cock entirely and letting it hit
the bed. The girls’ cheering turned to disappointment. My end stayed in and I
simply lowered myself flat on the mattress, legs spread, hoping for mercy. I
heard a series of smacks and cries from Ed.
“Wait, I know,” said the brunette who washed us. “He’s got
what? Bleeding, abdominal pain, emotionality. I have something just for that.”
She returned with a pack of Menseaze and fed Ed two with some water. He happily
swallowed them down. “That should get your tummy feeling better,” she said
patting him on the gut like a submissive dog. “You make such a cute little
girl,” she said. “Is this your first period?”
Ed moaned.
“You know what, little sissy. I’ve had an idea. I want to
teach you how to piss like a girl.”
I continued doing my breathing exercises face down on the
mattress as my body writhed against my will. I was happy to be forgotten for
the moment.
“Come with me to the bathroom,” she said. Ed still wore his
heels and could not stop slipping on the slick black floor. I watched from the
bed as the brunette grabbed a rubber bag from under the sink and began to pee
in it. She passed it around and a few other girls added to it, casually,
standing up. The brunette took the bag back and after jokingly threatening to
pour it on his head, she asked Ed to get on hands and knees. She stoppered up
the bag and fed a tube into Ed’s ravaged hole then hung the bag from the shower
rod. Ed’s face was puzzled more than anything. He no longer seemed in pain but
I could tell the sensation was not pleasant. While he was down there a few
girls took the opportunity to jam their feet in his face and have him lick
their toes.
“Are you filled up?” the brunette eventually asked. “Does
the sissy need to pee?” She pulled the tube from his ass. “Get up,” she said,
lifting him under the armpit. Once standing, I could tell he was not feeling
well. “Ask me politely if you want to pee.”
“Please,” sobbed Ed, “please Ma’am let me pee. I have to
pee.”
She shook her head disapprovingly. “Not yet. I want you to
walk around the bed and back with perfect posture like a good sissy.”
Ed dutifully started out of the bathroom. A few voices
called out when he emerged from the room, balancing carefully on his shoes. He
made it around the bed and a few steps back before a shift of balance sent his
load bearing foot sliding out from under him. He hit the ground with a thump
and then…
“Oh lord,” yelled Sandra, “the fresher’s pissing himself.
He’s pissing himself.”
Most of the girls started laughing but the brunette was not
amused. She ran to him screaming about failure and making a mess and dragged
him to the tub. “You’re going to clean that up, young man,” she said.
By now the fiery booze had turned to sleep in their bellies
some of the women were dropping off to sleep reclined in their chairs. Finally
deciding I couldn’t relax any longer, I slid my way off of the huge cock. I
pushed the cock head out with a pop and felt a wonderful deflation as my guts
relaxed.
My relief was short lived as Amy spoke from the other side
of the room, “What do you think you’re doing, Peter?”
A cold washed down my spine.
“I don’t think anyone asked you to take out that cock.”
“Please,” I whispered to myself.
“I think that both of them are bad, disobedient boys,” Amy
continued. “Disobedient boys get punished. You don’t deserve that nice big cock
we gave you. You deserve a cold night in the basement.”
She half-dragged me to the bathroom and threw me in the tub
with Ed. “I should make you lick up the mess you made,” she said to Ed, who
looked concerned and then looked down. She proceeded to turn the cold water on
us and spray us down with the showerhead. I realized that she was washing away
the only physical evidence that they could use in court. Without physical
evidence, a man can’t hope to win a sexual assault trial (and may even be
sentenced to serve his abuser).
We were then thrown in the basement wet without clothes or
blankets. The basement was significantly colder than the rest of the house, so
we just hugged each other in the dark. After a few hours the room went a glossy
grey color. At some point in the early morning the door opened with a bang but
I could not see anyone at the top. Barefoot we crept up into the house, moving
directly to the front door.
I have done the walk of shame, but never completely naked.
Anyway, that’s why I don’t do soro parties any more.
[1]
That phrase actually has an interesting history. Pirates would take island
husbands on ships with them and they found that there was no need to give them
any water or food rations. The boys could survive for months on only their own
semen. Of course it was later discovered that the semen was only recycling a
small amount of the male’s water. Most of the nutrition was in fact coming from
the sailors’ urine which was rich in water and electrolytes. (Edbert, A
Maritime History of the Colonies)
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