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The details have been exaggerated (this story is much more extreme than the real events), and the names and parties involved have been changed. But the basic story elements are true. A party LIKE this really happened, and I really was subjected to treatment SIMILAR to this. I've merely taken a bit of artistic license. (F+/M, nc, v, tor, mast, bd) *** As parties go it really didn't seem that outrageous. My wife was out of town on a business trip and her sister Wendy had invited me to a party with some of her friends and co-workers. I'm not much of a "party animal", but Wendy has always seemed pretty innocent and harmless, so I figured this party wouldn't be that big of a deal anyways. And at first I thought I'd been right. It was basically a bunch of young men and women, most of them teachers at the local high school, sitting around chatting and drinking. I'm not really sure when it all turned on me, but looking back it's easy to imagine that everyone there had been paying particular attention to me from the moment I walked in. I kept catching people watching me out of the corner of my eye, but when I'd turn to look at them they'd go back to talking to someone else. I can remember thinking once or twice that there were some hushed conversations going on, conversations that would quickly end or be redirected whenever I'd walk over to introduce myself. And of course there was the alcohol. There's always alcohol, right? It seemed I was never allowed to have an empty glass or beer bottle. Some "thoughtful" person would always top me off or bring me a new beer without me even having to ask. And so it was inevitable that I got a bit of a buzz on. At some point a game of Truth or Dare apparently materialized out of nowhere. One minute it was just a casual get together, and the next there was a room full of hot young women (and a few boyfriends) laughing and giggling and talking about sex and fantasies and embarrassing moments. Wendy, my normally shy and unassuming sister-in-law was among them, and eventually she convinced me to join in. Most everyone there were friends already, and so I was sort of the new kid on the block. Naturally that meant the game began to focus on me. I answered truth after truth, describing my first sexual experience, confessing the last time I'd masturbated, hinting at some of my more forbidden fantasies. That lead one of the girls there to confess that SHE had always fantasized about glory holes. Wendy asked what that was and Meghan, the woman who owned the home we were in explained that a glory hole lets a man put his cock through a hole in a wall and get hand jobs and blow jobs from women without knowing who it is. Wendy was intrigued, as were several other women there. So the truth portion of the Truth or Dare game then focused on who in the room would seriously consider doing something like that. Given how young and hot (and drunk) everyone was by that point it's not surprising that pretty much everyone, myself included, admitted that we would. It's a bit fuzzy after that. I remember having a few more drinks. I remember Wendy taking a couple of dares that lead to her getting partially naked and kissing another woman. And I remember her coming over and encouraging ME to take a dare. I was expecting something involving stripping or making out with someone, hopefully my nearly nude and extremely sexy sister-in-law. So with that in mind I agreed and on my next turn, when Wendy asked me, "Truth or dare", I answered... dare. There was a little cheer and some clapping around the room, and Wendy took me by the hand and lead me down some stairs into the finished basement of the house. She took me into a dimly lit room and the first thing I noticed was another man, a boyfriend of one of the other teachers at the party I'd met earlier in the evening, stepping away from the far wall. He was naked and his cock was hard and wet. He was flushed and out of breath, and I finally noticed that the wall he'd just stepped back from had a fist-sized hole right at crotch level. Without saying a word, Wendy lead me over to the wall and began to undress me. I can't quite remember what my reaction was at that point, it's all sort of a blur. The man dressed and left and Wendy managed to get me completely naked, apparently without me putting up too much resistance. She stood next to me then and looked at me. "Can you guess what your dare is yet," she asked with a smile. As I stepped up to the wall and put my quickly- hardening cock through the hole presented to me, Wendy immediately stepped up behind me and guided my hands up to two cuffs mounted at about shoulder height. I imagine the thrill of the situation, and the loosening affect of the alcohol kept me from questioning too much at that point. I simply stood still as my beautiful and "innocent" little sister-in- law secured my wrists into the leather cuffs. Then she moved up against me, her bra-covered breasts pressing into my back as she stood up on her tip-toes to breath into my ear. "I dare you to stay here and enjoy the rest of the night." She kissed my cheek and left the room. I stood there for some time before I felt the first touch on my cock. I jumped at the unexpected contact, but my cock quickly grew completely rigid as the warm, delicate fingers of some unknown woman began stroking up and down it's length. Instantly I understood the turn on of the anonymity factor. Not knowing who was touching me allowed me to think back over the entire night and imagine that it was any one of the beautiful young women I'd seen, even Wendy herself. And when a second, and then a THIRD hand began touching and stroking and teasing me I began to fantasize that it could be ALL of the beautiful young women. The hands on my cock began jacking me off faster and faster. Whoever it was touching me clearly knew what they were doing, as my arousal grew faster than I would have thought possible. Within minutes I was ready to explode. But just before I came the hands pulled away and left my cock unfulfilled. I moaned in frustration and thrust my hips against the wall, pumping my cock in and out of the hole as much as I could, trying to continue the sensation. I thought I could barely make out some muffled voices and laughter from the other side of the wall, but no one touched me and my own efforts were useless. I stood there for several minutes as my near-orgasm faded and my erection began to relax. And suddenly there was another touch, another feminine hand gripping me, stroking me. I grew completely hard again in an instant and thrust as far as possible into the hole, offering every inch of my cock to the ministrations of whichever gorgeous young stranger was now taking her turn. Whoever it was stroked me hard and fast for a minute or so before I felt the first warm, wet caress of a tongue across the head of my cock. I held my breath as the strange mouth completely engulfed me, lips stretching around the shaft and moving up and down it's length. I felt her tongue cradle the head, the rough roof of her mouth abrading it as she sucked me deep into her throat. Again I felt my orgasm build... And again I was denied at the last possible second. The hand and mouth pulled away just as I was about to cum, leaving my cock bobbing in the cool air of the next room. I tried to picture what it must look like from their side of the wall. I imagined what my cock must look like protruding from a hole in the wall, wet and red and engorged, waiting desperately for release. It turned me on even more to realize that there were likely dozens of women waiting to take turns using and teasing my cock. And I realized how turned on I was by the idea that those women were in complete control of when (or even IF) I came tonight. They could touch and stroke and lick and suck as much or as little as they wanted, and there was nothing that guaranteed I would even be allowed to get off. And so it went for quite some time. I'm not really sure, but I'd guess that I was brought to the edge of orgasm maybe fifteen times. By that point it was not only frustrating but actually almost painful. I was desperately thrusting my hips against the wall as hard as I could, frantically trying to get off every single time someone would touch me. I was pulling at the restraints on my wrists, hoping to free myself so I could at least get MYSELF off. And I was starting to yell at the women in the next room every time they'd tease me and pull away. At one point I tried a different tactic and tried to hold completely still. I hoped that I could mask how close I was to cumming long enough to keep whoever was sucking my cock this time to get me off without meaning to. But it was no use. Someone over there was clearly an expert at teasing, somehow knowing exactly the last possible second to pull away and leave me as close yet unsatisfied as possible time and time again. Finally I heard the door behind me open and Wendy entered the room. She walked up behind me and ran her hands from my shoulders down my back to my ass. "You're moving too much, darling," she said, pushing my hips tight against the wall in front of me. Suddenly she reaches between my legs and I feel the cool, delicate fingers of my sexy, forbidden fantasy girl cup my balls and feed them gently through the hole and into the other room. She then quickly took another leather strap and fastened it to the wall and around my ass, binding me tightly in place and preventing me from moving or thrusting back and forth even the slightest bit. Next she bound my ankles in place, securing them with cuffs identical to the ones at my wrists. And when she was satisfied that I was held completely immobile she stood up and fastened a ball gag into my mouth. "There, that's better," she says. "Is that comfortable? I hope so, 'cause you're going to be stuck like that for a really, really long time." I hear Wendy take out a cell phone and start dialing. Then she clicks it over to speaker so I can hear both sides of the call. After a couple of rings I hear a familiar voice. "Hello," my wife says. "Hey, it's me," Wendy says. "I hope you were serious about what we talked about, 'cause we've got him." "Already? Wow, that didn't take long." "Yeah, he was pretty easy. A few beers and me in my bra and panties kissing another girl was all it took." My wife laughs. "I'm sure. So where is he right now?" "We're in that room at Meghan's place I told you about. He's tied in place, gagged and ready." Wendy smacks my ass sharply. "So... were you serious?" "Oh absolutely," my wife says. "Completely." "Well he's here listening right now, if you want to tell him yourself." "Hey baby, how's your night going?" They both laugh. "Well just so you know, Wendy and I have been talking about what to do with you for a couple of months now, and I've agreed to let her have you for the weekend. We both know that you THINK you've been "secretly" lusting after her ever since I introduced the two of you, but trust me, you haven't really been very secret about it. And Wendy has been dying to try out some of her extreme fantasies, but didn't want to risk her relationship with her boyfriend. So we talked about how extreme your own fantasies are and it seemed like a perfect fit." I try to mumble through my gag and pull on my restraints, but it's no good. My wife continues. "I've told Wendy that she can do absolutely anything at all she wants to you for the next three days. Now just to be clear, we talked in detail about what her fantasies really are, and I know just exactly how severe this is going to be for you. She's spelled everything out for me and given me a very clear picture of what she'll be doing to you, and it's really, REALLY extreme. And I've agreed completely. I have given her my enthusiastic blessing to do all of it. Remember that when it all starts, baby. Wendy told me weeks ago what would be happening to you and I've given her my approval. And so, Wendy, so he understands what I'm talking about, why don't you remind me of what you're going to do to my husband." "Well, I've got him tied to that wall I told you about, with his cock and balls passed through that glory hole and exposed in the other room. He's already been teased about a dozen times or so. The girls are having a good time with him. But when I go back over there we're going to start the REAL show. "I've told everyone that the teasing is just the appetizer. What everyone is really here for is the chance to whip him. What I want to see is all of my friends taking turns using various belts and crops and lashes to whip every last inch of Paul's exposed cock. As soon as I get off the phone with you I'm going to go back over and tie his cock and balls like we discussed, tight at the base of the shaft to keep his cock rock hard no matter what we do to it, and then looped around his balls to squeeze them tight and hold them up into view." Wendy moves close to me as she continues, talking close to my ear now as she describes what is about to happen. "Once he's prepared I'll tease him a few times myself. And then I'll start the party off with the first whipping. I've decided to use a leather belt because I think it will be flexible enough to get all those hard to reach spots but easy enough to control that I can focus on specific areas. It's that brown braided leather one I showed you the other day. I think the braided leather will hurt a bit more than just the flat belt would." "Good," my wife interrupts. "I mean if we're going to all this trouble than I at least want you to hurt him as much as possible." "Exactly," Wendy says. "So, I'll whip his cock for a little while and then I'll turn him over to the girls. I want to watch what the others do to him. There are nineteen women here tonight that have agreed to whip and torture him, so I'm interested to see how they all go about it. Someone's bound to come up with something I haven't thought of yet. And I'm thinking about prizes for some things, like maybe 'most imaginative torture' and 'most painful torture', things like that. "Anyways, after an hour or two of that I'll do the wax thing. I'll take a candle and drip hot molten wax all over his cock. You and I experimented with that the other day, putting wax just on our fingers and the backs of our hands just to see how hot it really was, so we know how much that hurt. Well I can only imagine how much more painful it will be on his cock, especially after it's been brutally whipped for a couple of hours." "God, that sounds great," my wife moans. "Please tell me you're filming all of this for me Wendy." "Of course. We've got three video cameras going and several of the girls brought their digital cameras and cell phone cameras. There'll be plenty of film to look at after this, trust me." "Awesome. Hey, I was thinking. Why don't you shave him before you do all of this. I've heard that shaving a man's privates makes them more sensitive. And it'll be easier to get the wax everywhere if he's bare." "Oh, good idea," Wendy says. She walks to the door and yells to the others. "Hey Meghan, go upstairs and get a couple of razors and shaving gel please!" Wendy comes back over to me and continues. "Okay, so I'll cover every single centimeter of your husband's tortured cock with hot wax, paying particular attention to the sensitive head. Then, once it's cooled and hardened I'll peel it all off and let the girls start whipping him again. Hopefully the hot wax will have left him even more tender than he already was and the whips will hurt even more. I want to see how red we can make his cock. I want everyone to whip him really, really hard. Every once in awhile I'll come back in here to see how he's reacting to the pain, and to check on the camera I'll have set up in here recording. But most of the time I'll be sitting right up close, watching his cock get redder and redder. I think his cock head will actually turn deep purple while we're doing all of this." "Yeah, probably," my wife says. "I told you he likes for me to slap the head of his cock while I'm jacking him off, and even that gentle little punishment gets it deep red. I imagine all the things you're going to do to it will be a thousand times worse." "Well I may have to do the whip-wax-whip thing a few times to get the pain and redness I'm hoping for. But that's okay. We've got time. "When I've finally had enough of that I'm going to reach in and hold his sore, raw cock up out of the way and watch while each and ever person in that room takes turns whipping his cleanly shaven balls." When I hear Wendy say that, and listen to my wife moan in satisfaction on the other end of the line, I cry out. I start struggling with all my strength to get free. "Ooh, I think that finally scared him," Wendy says. She holds the phone closer to me so my wife can hear the sounds I'm making. "Oh baby, yes. That's right, you should be scared. God, you have no idea how much I wish I was there to help my sister whip your balls, baby. Wendy, promise me you'll go first. I want to know you will be the first person to bring a real whip down hard on his balls. You can let everyone take a turn, but I want to know you'll be the first." Wendy presses against my body and whispers directly into my ear, still holding the phone close so my wife can hear. "You have my word, I will be the first woman to whip Paul's balls." I scream into the gag, desperately trying to make myself heard. Wendy reaches up and loosens the gag just barely enough to pull it aside and let me mumble around it. "Oh god, please don't do this. Honey, god this is too much. Wendy, please, PLEASE! I'm begging you, I'll do anything you want. You can do anything you want, just please not my balls. Do anything you want, but my balls... that's too much. God Wendy, please not that. That's too much. I can't stand that. You've no idea..." Wendy is moaning, obviously turned on listening to me beg. My wife is turned on too, as she continues. "Oh Paul," she says, "yes, that's it baby. Beg. Mmm, yes. We KNOW it's too much. We have a very good idea how bad it will be, and we don't care. Actually that's not true, is it Wendy? We do care. We care because we both WANT it to be too much. You'll stand whatever my sister and her friends decide to do to you because you don't have a choice. You have no choice but to stand there and take everything Wendy does to you." "No... no please," I beg. "Baby please don't let her do this." "Let her? No Paul I WANT her to do this to you. Wendy?" "Yeah," Wendy replies. "Wendy, promise me you'll whip his balls HARD. I really, really want you to whip those balls as hard as you can. I want your word that you'll torture and punish him more than he can possibly, possibly bear." "Oh yeah, trust me. I promise. I will whip his cock till he wishes he didn't even have one. And then I'll spend hours, you hear me Paul, HOURS savagely whipping his tied balls. And when I've finally worn myself out, when my arm is too tired to whip him any more, every single woman here, all nineteen of them, will each repeat the process." "Dammit Wendy, no, please, please, please don't do this. God! I can't take it. You don't understand... do anything you want to my cock. Please, just whip my cock. Burn it with wax and whip it again. Please, just please torture my cock. But not my balls... god, there's no way... you don't understand, I can't take that. I can't..." Wendy shoves the ball gag back into my mouth and tightens it. "You WILL take it, Paul," she says. "You will take it. Everything I've just told you will happen, and you'll just have to stand here and take it. It's not your choice. Begging is fun but it won't help you. Nothing at all is going to stop any of this. It's already been decided. It will happen and it will be too much for you and that's just too damn bad." I hear my wife laugh on the phone. "God Wendy, is it wrong for me to be turned on listening to my sister talk like that? It's wrong for me to be so turned on I could cum just listening to my sister whip and torture my husband." "Well," Wendy says, "hurry back and you can join in." "Yeah, I think I will. I think I'll try and head back early so I can help you guys. Can you occupy yourself with him for a couple of days till I get there?" "Oh yeah. Most of the girls will be going home tonight or tomorrow morning. But I'LL be spending at least the next couple of days with Paul here. I know a guy that's curious and would probably be willing to fuck his ass for us if you'd like. Maybe I can get a guy or two to fuck his ass while you and I whip his cock and balls. Would you like that?" "Wendy, you're a genius. You have a gift for this. Are you sure Paul is your first victim," she asks jokingly. "Afraid so. That just means he gets to be my guinea pig. All the things I've always wanted to try I'll try out on him. Thanks for this by the way. This is the best present anyone's ever given me." "Any time, sis. Any time. Now, I've got to get back to work, and so do you. Don't want the other girls to get bored and wander off before the fun starts. Just make sure you're the first to whip his balls, and make sure all the cameras are working. I'm going to want to watch and re-watch all of this." "You've got it. Talk to you soon." "Bye Paul," my wife says in a mock-innocent, sing-song voice. "Be good to my sister. I'll be back soon." With that she hangs up and Wendy heads for the door. "Okay, enough warm up. I'm going back in the other room and we'll get started. Are you ready, Paul? Just wait there, you'll know when it's time to begin." She laughs and closes the door behind her, leaving me helpless in the dark with no idea of what's happening on the other side of the wall. But I know what's coming... End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 43