Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2013 12:49:28 -0600 From: Karl Austerlitz Subject: A Rich Man's Party Favor A RICH MAN'S PARTY FAVOR By Karl Austerlitz karlausterlitz@gmail.com When I was 18 years old I began a relationship with an old dominant man who trained me to be his total sub. After a few months he persuaded me to meet five of his friends at a small party at a house in River Oaks, the wealthiest subdivision in town. The house was nestled away on a heavily wooded three-acre palatial estate at the end of a private drive stretching a third of a mile from the public street. The estate was surrounded on three sides by a bayou. Across the bayou were the rolling golf greens of the local country club. We arrived at the entrance to the private drive and were waved through by an off-duty police officer working undoubtedly one of the easiest and best-paid security jobs in Houston. We drove up the half mile street and around to the back of the mansion where several high-end luxury and sports cars were already parked. Outside the car Master told me to strip. I left all my clothes in his car and stood there naked awaiting his next instruction. He then fitted me with a men's C-string panty. It was pink and lacy, just barely covered my crotch, and is designed to be worn without any strings going around the wearer's waist. It has to be seen to be believed. "Bend over," he said. I complied. I felt him rub some lubricant into my hole, so I relaxed and allowed his fingers to penetrate me. He then inserted a fox tail butt plug into my hole. I clenched my ass muscles around it and straightened up. It was not at all uncomfortable, and it felt sexy to stand there with my new tail. He then placed a blindfold over my eyes, a black leather collar around my neck, and a black leather leash to the collar. He led me inside. I followed behind him like a puppy, which I pretty much was at that point. He led me to a living room with pleasant, classical music (Dvo?ák) playing in the background. "Hello, gentlemen," said Master as he led me into the middle of the room. All conversation stopped as heads turned and lustful eyeballs roamed over my young teen male body. I stood five feet eight inches, and weighed about 130 pounds. I had short light brown hair and sharp facial features reflecting my Northern European ancestry. Alas, my upper body had not yet developed, and I had not yet sprouted chest hair, but my svelte body was toned from a daily routine of cycling and swimming. My hips were small and, well, boyish (as one would expect.) When I first met Master, I had considered my build too thin, but the first time I stripped and stood before his inspection, he said it was exactly what he was looking for. I had started growing pubic hair when I was 13, and had had a full thatch of brown furr on my crotch by the time I had met Master, but he insisted that I keep my pubic area hairless, and so I shaved it daily and regularly used Nair to keep it smooth. Combined with my build and lack of chest hair, it had the effect of making me look a few years younger than my actual age. Master would sometimes tease me about how young I looked. So the men were all fully clothed while I stood there naked except for the small patch of fabric covering my cock and balls and fox tail. Being naked in a room full of fully clothed strangers is humiliating beyond belief. It is also, in my case, extremely arousing. I stood before them naked, blushing and erect, and ready to take the plunge. I wagged my tail just a little bit. I heard them rise from their seats and approach as Master said something like, "I have decided to share my pet with you." He proceeded to tell them everything about me as if I were not even in the room, revealing my deep dark secrets, telling them about I had confessed to him about fantasizing about sexually serving an older man since I was ten years old. He told them how we met, and how he had taught me to properly my body for sex with men. (Enemas and lots of lubricant in case you're wondering.) "I trained his boy to be my obedient little slave pussy," said Master. "Isn't that right," he said, slapping me on the ass. "Yes, Daddy, it's true," I said. The gang of rich horny chickenhawks gathered around closer and began touching and pawing me. One man rubbed my chest and started pinching my nipples. I felt hands stroking my pubic area. I felt one press his mouth on mine. It made me even hotter to know that little old me had that effect on Master's friends. "Hey guys, check it out, he shaves it bare," said one as he stroked my pubic area made smooth from repeated defoliation treatments. "Yes," said Master. "I've trained him to keep it shaved." I felt hands fondling my balls, hands stroking my cock, hands rubbing my pubic area, hands squeezing my balls, and hands rubbing my ass. I felt a fingertip insert itself into my clean wet hole. I felt mouths on my body, my neck, my nipples, and my mouth. One mouth engulfed erect penis and began to suck me, giving me the most extraordinary feeling. I stood still and offered no resistance for I was Master's plaything for him to do with as he pleased. If he wanted to share his horny young slave boy with his rich friends, how could I object? My role in the relationship was to please Master. That's what I was good at, that's what I enjoyed. I especially enjoyed pleasuring Master before an audience. "He's especially good at sucking cock," said Master. "And he loves sucking an older man's cock more than just about anything in the world." "Let's see, show us!" said one of the men. Master pushed me to my knees. I heard him unzip his pants and felt his cock pressing against my lips. "Now suck your Master's cock, bitch," he said. I parted my lips and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of his engorged cock and tasted the pre-cum oozing from it. I took his cock deeper into my mouth as I started moaning with delight. I could practically feel the temperature in that room rise as the men standing around watched me perform fellatio on Master. I deep-throated Master, turned on the suction, and swirled my tongue around the base of his cock. "Yes, my little slave pussy, that's how I like it," said Master. After three more minutes Master's cock exploded in cum in my mouth. I heard more pants being unzipped amidst cries of "I want a turn." For the next solid hour they took turns fucking my mouth. The first man after Master had a really fat sausage of a cock that barely fit into my mouth. It must have been eight inches long and had a diameter of two and a half inches at the base. Aware of his massive endowment, he held my head in his hands and was careful not to gag me with it. His balls were also huge, and made me think of two avocados. Finally he came, and came, and came. His sperm rushed out faster than I could gulp it down. The next man's cock was uncircumcised. I tightened my lips and pushed the foreskin back with my tongue and lips. I paid special attention to the tip of his cock, knowing that he would be particularly sensitive. He liked to hold my head still and fuck my mouth. My tongue danced on the head and underside of his cock until he shuddered in ecstasy, and let loose a torrent of semen in my mouth, down my throat. The next cock was long and flexible and easy for me to swallow deep into my throat. After months of practice with Master, I had managed to conquer my gag reflex, a skill that was highly appreciated in that crowd. When this fourth man came, his cock was pressed so far down my throat and I didn't even have a chance to taste his cum. He shot it directly into my stomach and he tightly clenched my head, my lips locked around the base of his cock. And after he came, he clearly didn't want to let go. He kept his cock in my mouth as it slowly shrunk back to size as I continued to suck out every drop. Finally he sighed, and withdrew his cock. Two more cocks to go, I thought, but my young mouth was not at all tired. Bring it on! Cock number five continuously oozed pre-cum, giving it a really nice flavor. As I sucked his cock I also massaged his balls, so eager was I for his juice. This man put one hand on the back of my head as the other hand cupped my chin as he pumped my mouth. I could tell that his orgasm depended on finding just the right rhythm, and holding it. I made sure to match his rhythm, and after a few minutes I could tell that he was on the cusp of an orgasm, so that's when I turned on the vacuum. He moaned loudly as a river of cum washed passed my greedy lips and across my tongue. I frantically gulped down his delicious cream with glee. Each one came in turn. One after another reached orgasm in my mouth and shot his cum down my throat. and eagerly sucked out as much spunk as I could from each cum hose. After the last man blew his load down my throat, Master removed the blindfold from my eyes so that I could for the first time actually see the faces of the men whose cocks I had just sucked. There were five men sitting comfortably in the various sofas and chairs around the room, sipping Scotch or wine. They ranged in age from 45 to 60 years. One was a surgeon recognized in his field, pouring a drink for a police detective who was chatting with a district court judge. One was an oil executive, and the last was manager of his own investment portfolio. They all looked happy and content. Master led me on hands and knees to a bedroom, gave me a tall whiskey drink, and told me to drink it down and take a nap. He would call me when they were ready to play some more. I gulped down the whiskey. In the next room I heard someone switch on a TV to a sports game, and drifted off to sleep. ***END OF PART 1***