Date: Wed, 4 Aug 1999 00:37:37 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE, Chapter 15

Chapter 15:  The Birthday Party Starts

I was ready when we bounced along a gravel road and finally stopped; I'd been
here many times.  My friend Brad had written some software from which he'd
made a lot of money.  One of his first purchases had been a large house out
in the woods.  Among its more notable features was a large cellar which Brad
had turned into a most impressive dungeon.  I'd help with some of the design
and construction.  As I said before, I was in for a hell of a birthday party.

The brothers opened the van doors and carried me onto the porch.  After they
set me down, one of them uncuffed my feet, not to be nice but so that they
would not have to carry me down the stairs.  Sure enough, I felt a tug on the
rope connected to my ball stretcher, and someone led me down the steps and
into the dungeon.

I heard a couple of them gasp in amazement.  Others said, "Holy shit," and
the like; I guess they'd never been in a bona fide dungeon before.  At least
not like THAT one.  Brad and I had covered all of the walls in black leather.
 The floor was concrete, the ceiling painted black.  Indirect lighting cast
its dim light on a couple of slings, a Saint Andrew's cross, a rack, a couple
of cages, and various ropes and hooks and chains.  On one wall Brad had
installed racks on which hung a wide selection of whips, paddles, handcuffs,
and various leather devices.  A couple of heavy locked trunks stood in one
corner, giving only hints of what torture devices lay within.  From hidden
speakers came classical music and white noise, covering up what little rural
noises came in from the outside.

After I heard the dungeon door close behind us, I said, quite
conversationally, "Hi, Brad.  I have to go to the bathroom."  Since my eyes
were still blindfolded, I added, "Can someone please help me?"

Brad was a slut, he liked to suck and be fucked by just about anything with a
cock.  Among the few things he was NOT into were water sports, scat, and
blood, so I knew my needs would be seen to immediately.  Good, the two or
three cans of beer I'd had had gone right through me.  Brad asked, "Who wants
to help Ian?"  When Vance said he would, Brad said, "The toilet's in there."

Vance grabbed the rope attached to my balls, and tugged.  In his deepest
voice he said, "Let's go, fuck wad.  You're coming with me!"  Everyone
laughed, myself included, at the thought of this 17-year-old, hairless
freshman trying to sound butch.  As soon as we had gone into the bathroom, I
felt Vance's soft hand on my hip, guiding me to the toilet.  Then I felt his
hand on my cock and he whispered, "Okay, Ian.  You're all lined up.  Have at
it."

After I finished pissing, I felt Vance wipe off my cock with toilet paper.
How thoughtful!  Just before Vance led me back into the main room he said to
me, "You can pay me later."  He then led me back into the dungeon proper.  I
heard the sound of guys getting undressed.  I felt Vance let go of the rope,
presumably so he, too, could get naked.  Someone else-Brad, probably-took
hold of my rope and led me forward.  I felt someone working at the cuffs
around my wrists.  My hands were soon cuffed in front of me.  I was pushed
against the wall and a leather belt was wrapped around my chest.  Not just
any leather belt mind you, so I'd better describe where I was.

Brad had gotten a heavy, solid wooden wheel somewhere, maybe eight feet
across.  I think it was one side of a large wire reel.  Brad and I had
covered the entire wheel with padding and black leather.  Concentric circles
of silver studs held the leather in place.  Brad had mounted a steel I-beam,
maybe three inches square, upright against one wall of the dungeon.  The
wheel was hung vertically; it could spin freely but we'd also added a stop
which could prevent it from turning.  We called it Brad's "magical wheel."
Let me describe the other modifications we made as they were used on me.

Brad told me, "Step up on my magical wheel.  Tonight it's YOUR turn to take a
ride."  I felt behind me with my feet and stepped up onto wooden blocks we'd
fastened a couple of feet apart along one edge of the wheel.  My ankles were
securely strapped in place.  Straps were then fastened across my shins,
calves, and thighs.  Someone undid my handcuffs, and my wrists were soon
fastened above my head and comfortably spread.  Brad and I had even put in
shoulder straps so that when the, uh, victim was upside down, not all of his
weight would be hanging from his ankles.

I heard Brad say, "Watch," and I felt myself spinning helplessly, head over
heels.  I heard Rob say, "Wow!" and Blaine say, "Hey, I'm next!"  I called
out, "You had YOUR turn a couple of weeks ago, Blaine."  It was the wrong
thing to say; I felt a quick tug on my balls.  Someone attached what I
thought was a two-pound weight from the ball stretcher, hardly anything.
After spinning me a couple of times, Brad stopped the wheel with my head
down.  I felt the straps on my legs being loosened, not to make me more
comfortable, but to give better access to my ass (I'd done this to Brad a
couple of times, so I knew what was coming).

Sure enough, I felt someone working at my ass, and soon felt a fat tube being
worked in.  Someone pumped, then I felt the lips of a Bardot tube making a
watertight seal inside and outside of my ass.  Then I felt the gush of warm
water as the enema filled my gut.  Someone turned me back upright and shoved
a joint in my mouth.  Jeff said, "Here's something for this end while the
other end is full."  No sooner had I taken a puff then they spun the wheel
again a half dozen times.  The water churned around in my intestines and my
cock and balls just flopped around.  Luckily the weight was on a very short
leash, so it didn't bounce around TOO much as I spun.

When I was upright, I felt Brad (he was the only one who knew what he was
doing), working at the valve of the enema device.  With a sigh of relief I
felt the black water rushing out of me.  Brad and I had positioned the wheel
close to a convenient drain; I think it was where a washer had once stood, so
there was no mess.

When I was empty, I was inverted again and filled with water again.  Someone
noticed that the joint in my mouth had gone out, and nicely lit it for me.
Then I was off on another ride around and around.  Then emptied.  Twice more
I was filled and emptied, then I guess they decided I was clean inside.  I
thought I was going to be let down.  Instead I heard Brad say, "Hey, his cock
and balls are shaved.  It looks like he missed some spots, though."  I felt
shaving cream on my underarms, then the scrape of a razor as they were
denuded of hair.  Someone used a rough towel to clean off the excess shaving
cream.  Finally I was unstrapped from the wheel and could step down.

I was led over to one of the Brad's famous slings.  Hands guided me as I sat
down, then they pulled my feet up and attached them to the chains.  My arms
were likewise secured.  Only my head was free and dangling (well, the weights
were kind of dangling from my balls, also).  Brad had attached the sling's
chains to pulleys, so the head or feet of the victim (me) could be raised or
lowered.  In MY case, my head was lowered.

Brad said, "Since it's your birthday, we're going to play some party games.
The first game is 'Pin the cock on the brother.'  You're going to have to
figure out whose cock you're feeling."  I started protesting, although I knew
the game; we'd played it at one of Brad's orgies with another victim.  I
could not use my hands to identify whose cock was whose; I had to you my
TONGUE.

Sure enough, I felt a body moving close to my head, which was hanging down
from the sling.  I opened my mouth and felt a cock and balls moving closer.
I stuck out my tongue and felt around.  This one was an easy one.  The cock
was uncut so I called out, "Blaine."  Blaine said, "Right," and moved off.

The next cock was small and the skin was soft.  "Vance," I said.  Right
again.  The next cock had a PA, so I knew it was Brad's.  The one after was
huge; Jeff's.  Randy's and Kurt's cocks were similar, so I almost got them
mixed up.  Luckily I felt the sharp points of trimmed pubic hair; after I'd
trimmed Kurt he decided he liked the way it looked and kept it thusly.  Ford
had hairy thighs, and Rob's general body was on the smaller side.

Well, after I'd impressed them with how well I knew their cocks, Blaine said,
"It's time to play 'Tops or Bottoms.'  You have to tell us whether each of us
is a 'top' or a 'bottom,' and whether he likes fucking or sucking.  Anyone
you get wrong gets to show you just what he likes."

Then Jeff said (I found out later that the party was Jeff and Blaine's idea;
Jeff coordinated things and Blaine knew Brad, who of course was more than
happy to lend a hand and his dungeon for my birthday party.  After all, what
are friends for?), "To make it easier, we'll give you a hint.  There are four
tops and four bottoms here.  And four guys like fucking and four guys like
blow jobs."

I decided to get the easy ones out of the way.  "Brad's a bottom.  He just
LOVES sucking cock.  Why, I'm surprised he hasn't attacked any of you yet!"
I knew I'd hit the nail on the head; I heard the sound of someone STOPPING
sucking on a cock and Brad saying, "Well, what do you expect, with SEVEN
gorgeous guys here?  Eight, if I stoop to include YOU."  "You'll stoop for
ANY cock," was my reply.

"Vance is also a bottom and likes to give head," I said.  "And Jeff's a top
and likes fucking.  Blaine's a bottom; he likes to get fucked.  Now, let's
see, who's the other bottom?"  While I paused, I felt someone holding a can
of beer to my lips.  I took a couple of sips then said, "Thanks.  I'd have to
guess Rob's a top and likes fucking.  He's pretty straight.  Kurt seems to
like getting blow jobs, too.  So that just leaves Ford and Randy.  One's a
top, one's a bottom.  One's into fucking, one into sucking.  Hmmm."

I heard them shifting around, more beer cans being opened, the sound of
pissing from the bathroom.  The only combination which made sense was,
"Ford's a bottom and likes to get fucked," and "Randy's a top and likes to
get blow jobs."  Then I added, "Too bad Randy's not more into fucking.  His
ass is cute and SO tight."  I felt someone swatting MY ass, probably Randy.
I also was surprised at Ford; from what he'd said I thought he like GETTING
blow jobs and only LET guys fuck him as a means to an end, so to speak.  I
found out a couple of years later that he'd decided he was bi.  That was fine
with me; I liked sucking him and fucking him.  In fact, at our fifth college
reunion he was one the FIRST brother I made it with.

Anyway, the guys were disappointed that I'd guessed ALL their sexual
inclinations correctly, until Kurt said, "It seems to me since he knows us so
well, we should ALL show him that he was right."  Well, after very little
discussion they decided that would be a GREAT idea.  So I would be in for two
fuckings and have to give two blow jobs.  Of course I'd get to fuck two of
them and get blow jobs  from two of them.  What fun!

Jeff announced, "I'll go first at this end," and I felt him moving between my
legs.  Then I realized I'd never been fucked while blindfolded and in bondage
before.  It looked like I was going to have MANY firsts tonight!  Then I
heard Jeff say, "Hey, Brad, do you have any lube?"  A bit later I felt my ass
getting greased up.

Then I heard Randy say, "I'll go first at THIS end."  I felt his crotch
pushing at my mouth.  Of course HE'D be the first, pushing guy that he was.
Oh, well, I opened my mouth and sucked in his cock.

Vance, my little brother piped up, "Make room for me.  He's the birthday boy.
 Someone should be doing HIM."  I felt Vance's soft hands holding my cock,
then felt his mouth encircle my cock.

Jeff started fucking me, his giant cock stretching me wide and filling me.  I
started rocking back and forth in the sling.  Then Randy started fucking my
mouth-that got a lot easier when Randy finally got fully hard.  I still kept
rocking back and forth until the two of them got it in synch-both pulling
their cocks out of my respective orifices, then both shoving them in.
Luckily there was enough time between cycles that I could easily take a
breath.

My cock was rock hard, of course-wouldn't yours be?  Vance's smooth chest
pressed against my belly as he leaned over me and worked on my cock.  He
reached for my balls and realized they were still in the ball stretcher.  I
felt him fumbling as he unsnapped the stretcher and let it-and the weights
still attached-drop to the floor.  Pretty soon I felt Vance's mouth sucking
on my balls-boy do I love that!

Jeff started grunting, so I knew HE was close.  Randy started making huffing
noises, so I figured he, too was close.  I was wiggling my hips as best I
could, my senses were almost overwhelmed by all the sensations on my body.  I
felt pre-cum dripping profusely.  I guess Vance saw it, I soon felt his
tongue lapping at the tip of my cock, then felt his mouth sucking it in again.

Jeff gave a yell and shoved his massive cock deep into my ass and held it
there.  I felt his cum spraying up my ass as he came.  A few seconds later
Randy gave a yell and shoved HIS cock down my throat, holding it there as he
came.  Even if he was pushy, his cum was still very tasty.

Two guys cumming in me of course set ME off.  Vance swallowed gamely as I
spurted and spurted again.  I myself would have been yelling with pleasure
but my mouth was rather full at the time.

Pretty soon I felt Jeff's cock shrinking, and he slowly pulled it out of my
ass.  I should my head a couple of times, and Randy soon got the hint and
withdrew his cock.  Vance pulled his mouth from my cock, then licked the last
couple of drops of cum from the tip.

"I'm thirsty," I said, then quickly added, "For beer."  Someone opened a can
and held it to my lips.  I drank greedily.  In the meantime, I felt someone
else moving between my legs.  I heard Rob say, "Give me the lube when you're
done with it, Blaine."

I wondered what BLAINE needed the lube for, if Rob was going to fuck me next.
 Then I found out as I felt a body crawling onto mine and straddling my
waist.  Blaine said, "Hold your horses, Rob."  Then he giggled and said, "I
guess I'M going to holding Ian's horse!"  I felt him take hold of my
once-again hard cock.  He wiggled his body down mine, and guided my cock into
his ass.  Blaine's ass was kind of loose, until he adjusted his body and was
able to tighten up his ass muscles.  My cock felt locked in place.

Once Blaine was settled on my cock I felt Rob moving in.  After Jeff's
donkey-dick, I could hardly feel Rob's five or six inches.  I tightened my
own ass muscles as best I could.  Then I opened my mouth and waited.

Kurt said, "Coming, coming," to which I replied, "I certainly hope so!"  Kurt
then explained, "I had to piss, and was pretty sure you'd want me to use the
toilet."  "You're right," I answered.  "Now let's go.  The ride is starting!"

Rob and Kurt quickly got into the rhythm of fucking both ends at the same
time.  I felt Blaine's hand's on my tits, then he was able to shift his
weight and pull his ass hole up and down my cock.  It was a strange
sensation, fucking someone without having to move my hips.

Rob was a grunter, so he made noise every time he shoved his cock into my
ass.  Kurt was quiet.  I heard later (and saw the pictures) that Blaine had
moved his hands from my tits to Kurt's shoulders.  Kurt had leaned forward,
to assist Blaine, and his lips were conveniently within kissing range of
Blaine's.  What a sight we must have made!

Rob had no staying power; pity any girl he fucked.  He gave a yelp and came.
At least he made up in volume what he lacked in force; I felt my ass filling
with his gism.  Then Blaine's efforts got to me; I felt myself cumming almost
as hard the second time as I had the first down Vance's throat.  When I came
I tightened my mouth 'round Kurt's cock, and soon he, too, was orgasming.
Yum!  His cum was even tastier than Randy's.

Well, that took care of six of the eight guys.  I said, "I need a rest before
I'll be ready to cum again."  I heard beer cans opening, then the sound of a
match being lit, and yet another joint was held against my lips.  I inhaled
deeply, and found my cock getting hard again (oh to be so young again and
able to cum so many times in a row!)

Ford said, "I guess it's my turn to get fucked.  Can we lower Ian?  I'm not
as limber as Blaine is!"  I felt the guys working at the chains holding up
the sling, and felt myself being lowered.  Ford threw one leg across my body,
and took hold of my cock and guided it into his ass.  he tightened his ass
around my cock.

I felt a crotch at my face and heard Blaine say, "I hate to see a fine
cocksucker going to waste!"  I opened my mouth and eagerly engulfed his uncut
cock; my tongue and lips working at his foreskin.  Then I managed to push his
cock out of my mouth and said, "Give me your balls."  In an instant Blaine's
smooth balls were within reach of my mouth.  I eagerly inhaled them and ran
my tongue over and around these magnificent orbs.  When I felt the first
drops of pre-cum on my nose I spit out his balls and said, "Give me your cock
back."  Blaine followed my orders and guided his eight inches down my throat.

In the meantime, Ford was doing his best with his ass on my cock.  His feet
were resting on the ground, so he was easily able to move his ass up and down
my cock.  Of course I'd already cum twice in the last hour, so he had his
work cut out for him.

I felt someone smack my ass and heard Kurt say, "Hey, THIS end isn't being
used.  And I'm still horny.  Do you mind if I fuck you, Ian?"  I grunted as
best I could with Blaine's cock in my mouth.  "What?" Kurt said, "I can't
understand you.  I'll take that for a 'yes.'"  Well, of COURSE it was a yes.
When a hot guy wants to fuck your ass as you're fucking a second hot guy and
blowing a third, of course you say, "Yes."

Actually, what I wanted was for Kurt to fuck my ass and poke my prostate;
otherwise Ford was likely to be riding my cock for a while.  Sure enough, I
felt Kurt slip his cock into my ass.  His aim was true; I felt the jolt of
pleasure as he pressed my magical button.  It was like a chain reaction; I
heard Ford give a yell as I found HIS magical button up his ass.  And of
course I tightened my lips around Blaine's cock when all this happened, so
he, too, gave a yelp of delight as he participated in the pleasure.

It wasn't very long before I felt Kurt's cock get thicker as his juice ran
from his balls through his tubes and then coated the insides of my ass.  This
set ME off, and I came up Ford's ass.  To be truthful, I don't think I
spurted as hard, or with as much volume, this time, which was the third time
I'd cum this evening.  Blaine sure came a mouthful, but then this was the
first time he'd cum this evening-that I knew of (who knows what he was doing
in the van?  Knowing Blaine, quite a lot!)

So that made seven of my eight party guests who'd made it with me at least
once.  I heard the guys commenting to Brad that he hadn't gotten off with me.
 His response was, "I'll get off after we have the cake."  So, there was
going to be cake, too!  Too bad I couldn't have a birthday party like this
one every year!