Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2001 23:40:40 EST
From: Dchbruno@aol.com
Subject: Award Dinner Orgy (hs, auth, ws)

Masters Lincoln and Brian have ordered me to tell my early experiences as a
cock slut and boy slave.

For several years at my high school two annual athletic banquets were held.
One was at a local restaurant with parents and school administrators
invited.  The usual awards and empty speeches were given.  The other
banquet was secret and held at a private home.  Usually the basketball
coach was the host, but occasionally if one of the dads was cool (or hot)
enough it would be at his home.

All players were invited, but it was well known what went on during those
evenings.  The nights' sole purpose was a hedonistic celebration of teenage
male sexuality so not all attended.  The awards presented all dealt with
the sexual prowess or imagination of the recipient.  All freshmen and
sophomores were required to attend and acted as waiters, servants, and
entertainment for the evening.

The varsity players were allowed to dress as they chose.  Some wore their
team uniform, some dressed in regular street clothes, others in more exotic
attire, and a couple each year might even arrive stark naked.  Upon their
arrival the younger players were stripped and kept naked for the entire
evening.  The only exception was if a coach or player supplied a special
costume.  As a freshman, I had been kept naked to show off my still nearly
hairless body.  However, as a sophomore my costume consisted of falsies, a
padded bra, and crotchless panties.  Below my lipstick covered lips and
above my ass hung signs that read, "Insert Cocks Here" with arrows pointing
in the appropriate directions.

My junior year I meekly arrived in jeans and a shirt with a pair of my
sister's very frilly panties underneath. But, I had kept the previous
year's signs as treasured souvenirs and donned them later in the evening.
However, by my senior year I was ready to more fully express and exploit my
powerful submissive/masochistic side and arrived wearing a more appropriate
costume.

After intentionally parking more than a full block away, I stripped to my
letterman's jacket.  It did little to hide my special outfit for the
evening.  Under my waist length purple and white letterman's jacket I wore
only a spiked dog collar, a much too small, padlocked cock strap, a
four-inch leather ball stretcher, my brand-new nipple rings, and a nearly
fist-sized ass plug.

The rings were a recent gift from my first master/lover.  He had lost $100
playing poker with five college guys.  Instead of cash, he offered my
services for an evening.  They were so satisfied they gave my master an
extra $50.  He could not understand why the five men would pay $150 to use
a worthless wimp like me.

Apparently they enjoyed eight hours of having a mouth to cum or piss in as
they chose.  They especially seemed to enjoy fucking my ass and then
pissing into my bowels.  It also amazed them that I could take two cocks up
my ass at once.  What they didn't know was I loved a good double- dicking
and even two of their cocks weren't as large as my master's fist or my
favorite ass plug.

My lover used part of $50 to reward me with the gift of the two golden
rings.  He then personally pierced my nipples and inserted the rings.  The
tattoo of the large black cock on my ass was also a gift from him; but that
is a another story for a another time.

A carload of people slowed almost to a stop on the well-lit street to
admire my painfully bloated, hairless cock and tattooed ass.  I have a huge
erect black cock on one cheek and a large flaccid, pissing white cock on
the other.  The car's driver blared his or her horn alerting at least one
of the neighbors.  At the window I noticed one of the prettiest girls in my
class.  She may have been babysitting, but her attention was glued to my
decorated ass and the seven inches of cock she would never be allowed to
touch.

My outfit impressed everyone.  The older guys applauded my guts and many
asked where I had gotten my various outfit items and the tattoos.  The
younger guys just stared and licked their lips.  Most knew of my sexual
tastes, but this public display was extreme even for me.

I scanned the room for any sign of Reggie.  He was the 6'6" center and star
player on the team.  Reggie was also the possessor of a 10" coke-bottle
sized cock, the key to the padlock that prevented the removal of the strap
that was supplying a generous dose of pain and pleasure to my cock and
balls, and my boyish love and devotion.  I saw him in the far corner of the
room.  As I approached, it was clear that he had his hands were full.  One
was holding by an appetizer and the other was mashing the hairless balls of
the boy carrying the tray.  I could not resist Reggie's sexy mouth.

One deep hard kiss told me the cracker and cheese he was eating tasted
almost as good as the natural flavor of his lips and tongue.  I needed to
taste even more and dropped to my knees.  I fished his soft, fat cock from
the jock he wore and swallowed it in one gulp.  It had taken me two dates
to learn to deep-throat that incredible cock, but now I could swallow it
soft or hard with no problem.

As my throat muscles massaged the ebony cock head, I turned to check the
effect Reggie's rough treatment was having on the youngster standing next
to us.  He was obviously enjoying the treatment as much as I would have.
Despite the fact that his immature balls were being severely stretched and
had turned a rich purple color, his cock was stiff as a nail and the fuck
juice was flowing out of his piss hole.

When the lad came, his load sprayed my hair and face.  I wanted to sample
it but Reggie would have no part of that.  He used his free hand to hold my
head in place and ordered the frosh to lick his cum off my face and out of
my hair.  Just as the kid finished cleaning me, Reggie began to cum deep
down my throat.  I would have preferred to have tasted and savored his load
on my tongue, but it was not to be.  As soon as his cock began to soften,
Reggie withdrew all but the head from my grasp.  My tongue was instantly
awarded with a far more flavorful and plentiful treat, a hot, powerful
blast of Reggie's piss.  I obediently swallowed every delicious drop.

Reggie knew this was my favorite cocktail.  While other guys drank beer,
wine, or some mixed drink, I preferred to have my glass of Reggie's golden
urine.  It could be warm or on the rocks, straight or with whiskey or
vodka; it did not matter.

I stood up and thanked my lover and master for the delicious drink.  As he
visually examined, roughly pulled, and cruelly twisted my abused sexual
equipment, he promised me as many more golden cocktails as I wanted.  I
knew this was my OK from Master Reggie to serve other players, the coach,
or our host.  Not even Reggie's incredibly huge hose could quench my fire.

He also asked if the ball stretcher and cock strap were painful.  Reggie's
satisfaction at my meek "Yes, master" was obvious when he smiled and gave
my equipment a one hundred-eighty degree twist.  As I groaned in luxurious
pain and pleasure, he asked if I wanted him to remove either of the
instruments of torture.

Being a well-trained, though young, slave I said he should remove them only
if it pleased him.  Laughter roared from his lungs as he dragged me across
the room by only my balls.  It was apparent those cruel devices were in
place for the evening and it was also becoming apparent that I would not be
able to cum or take a piss until they were removed.

My master produced a long leather bootlace and tied one end through the
padlock.  The other end was wrapped about his wrist.  This resulted in a
comfortable leash of just less than three feet.  As Reggie mingled through
the crowd, several times he quickly changed directions and jerked cruelly
on the strap.

Most painful were the times when he would raise his arm and force me onto
my toes and nearly off the floor.  Even then the pain wasn't the worst
part, because often he raised his arm to put it around the neck of another
player and shared a deep soulful kiss.  I knew it was wrong to be jealous.
As a slave, I had no right to deny my master anything he desired, but at
those times my boyish love was even stronger than my obedience.

Normally however, Reggie's wrist hung at his lower thigh and this provided
me with enough slack to kneel and suck the cock of whomever he was speaking
with.  I was allowed to service any ass or cock I chose as long as I was in
Master's sight and I asked permission before bringing the man or boy to
climax.

I had to be content with nursing four cocks before Master allowed me to
bring the fifth to a creamy climax.  It was obvious why I was allowed to
fully enjoy that cock.  The eight-incher's owner had mentioned to Reggie
that he would have to take a wicked piss as soon as he came.  Master said
that would be no problem.  Dave, the other player's name, thanked him for
the use of my throat and promptly released a very tasty load of cum.  An
even more flavorful bladder full of gold followed it quickly.  Just as he
finished, our host announced that dinner was served.

Seven years earlier, as a ten year-old, Dave had been my first lover and
his dad (our host for the evening) had been my second.  Having caught his
son and I in bed, as Dave tried to push his cock into my virgin asshole, he
quickly stripped and joined us.  That day I sucked my first two cocks and
asses, received my first blowjobs, and had the first two cocks fuck my
cherry asshole.

Reggie immediately turned and walked briskly to the table.  Not only did
this not give me time to enjoy properly cleaning Dave's cock, but also I
was also not given a chance to stand.  After being drug by my cock for
about three feet, I was able to get to my knees and crawl to the dinner
table.  When I reached my chair, Master noticed the painful tears in my
eyes and mockingly apologized for forgetting I was attached to his wrist.

The seven naked members of the freshman team served the meal to our host,
three coaches, and eight players.  They preformed the normal table service
duties, but with several interesting twists.  Being naked meant their
boyish charms were always available to anyone wishing to indulge in them
and since we all had an appreciation for those charms, they were sampled
frequently.

The first course was a salad with our special vinegar and cum dressing.  If
we wanted more dressing, and most everyone did, we only needed to stroke
the cock of our waiter or one of the nine sophomores.  They were held in
reserve for some of the more ravenous diners.  Our host had two salads with
three extra loads of cum on each.  Thank god for the potency of horny young
boys.

After everyone had finished their salads the sophomores were sent under the
table.  They spent the rest of the meal moving from cock to cock and from
balls to balls providing a steady supply of oral attention.  It only served
to increase my discomfort as six different mouths attempted to entice a
load from my strangled organ.  They finally gave up and except for a couple
brief moments, my equipment was ignored for the rest of the meal.

As dinner went on we found various uses for our waiters.  Erect cocks were
used as butter knives, soft and hard ones were used to wipe up excess
gravy, and several asses were used to warm and flavor bread sticks.  One
pretty young lad's asshole was used to dispose of chicken legs.  He managed
three on his first trip to the kitchen and five on his second.  As a
freshman, I had set a record of eight.  Two buried inside and six wedged
side-by-side stretching my hole.

Wine was served with dinner and our diligent waiters kept all the guys
classes well filled.  Everyone that is except our host and me. We made sure
our over-sized glasses held a plentiful supply of freshman piss.  On the
day after he had caught his son and I in bed, he had given me my first
golden shower.  He had then insisted Dave and I put both of our cocks in
his mouth and release our boy-piss down his throat.  I had hesitated at
first, but Dave told me to go ahead.  Pissing in his mouth was fun but I
was already wishing I was the one with both cocks in my mouth.

The longer dinner lasted the more anxious I became.  Not only was I not
able to cum and therefore was being ignored under the table; but as a
youngster the under the table mealtime servitude had been one of my
favorite parts of the event.  However, the knowledge of what was yet to
come made me the most anxious.

I don't have time to detail the rest of evening; that must wait for a later
letter.  However, suffice it to say I did receive the awards for best
costume, kinkiest performance, and deepest ass.