ng a suit… she chuckled and said you wont be needing one… my cock started to get hard…so we went into her house and she got us some drinks then we headed out to the pool…out of nowhere she dropped he bathing suit and was standing there naked…again my cock was getting hard… she said ok your turn… so I stripped… and right away she noticed I was hard… she said well arnt you the little horn dog… and I said when I see something I like my cocks not shy to let ya know…
I said my god is it hot today, as I glanced over at her thermomater it said 95… sweat was just running down my back and my chest and making its way to my cock… I said well lets hit the pool… she said wait a bit I want to have some fun first… she said go lay down on that lounge chair and wait… so I did… my cock growing harder as I wait for her to come back… then she finally came back, she was carrying some rope… now I was getting even more excited but a little nervous… she said now do everything I tell you and ill make it worth your while… I said sure no problem… she said put your arms up above your head and down the back of the chair… so I did… she secured the rope to both of my wrists and went down the back of the chair and under it and came out by my feet… then she laid the lounge chair flat… then she said put one leg off each side of the chair… so I did… then she tied each leg to the side rail that goes to the ground… now I am laying there totally naked and my cock and balls and ass hole are totally exposed… along with my whole upper body… its about 930 now and really hot, I could feel I was starting to stick to the chair… she said I love how you shave your cock bare its so smooth as she starts rubbing it… then she goes into a full jerking motion, now my cock is super hard… its starting to feel a little to good and I start squirming around… and she stops all of a sudden and says that’s it… she gets the rope and ties my mid section going around the chair… now I cant move at all… she says ill be back… she leaves and comes back a little bit later and I see her carrying some things… as she gets closer I can see a huge dildo some lube and what looks to be a ball on a rope and some kind of cloth… she gets to me and smiles and puts the things down… then she kneels by my head and says open your mouth wide… so I do… she jams the ball on the rope right in my mouth and ties it so I cant spit it out…im like ok? Then she gets up and goes down by my cock and starts jerking it again… starts to feel pretty good again… then she stops… and smiles and holds up the giant dildo (I’ve never seen one so fat)… then puts it down and comes back up by my head and takes the cloth and ties it around my eyes… now I cant talk cant move and cant see… I hear her move down by my feet between my legs, I hear her open what could only be the lube, then I hear her squirt a little and rub her hands together… then she grabs my cock and goes into a full on jerk session… its so intense she is jerkin just the tip…then my cock starts to throb like I am going to cum and just that fast she stops… now my cock and balls are aching and want to explode… then I hear her open the lube again… then there is a pause… then I feel her grab each side of my hips and pull up and out a little making my ass cheeks stay spread open… then I don’t hear her for a couple of seconds then all of a sudden I FEEL A COOLNESS BY MY HOLE AND I THINK TO MY SELF NO NO… THEN ALL AT ONEC SHE JAMS THE WHOLE DIDLO RIGHT IN MY ASS…she didn’t even try to work it in slow… I let out a muffled yell…I could feel tears trying to run down the side of my face but the blind fold is catching them…that dildo was huge… I could feel her pushing it in farther and farther… I am starting to whimper a little now and then I feel the ball section of the dildo hit my cheeks…she shoved the whole dildo in me… now my cock is totally soft from the pain… then I hear her walk away… shes gone for a bit, while she is gone I manage to push the dildo out of me and get a little relief, but my hole is so sore… I hear her coming back then I hear her say whats this… then with out even a pause she jams the whole dildo right back in right to the ball part and says now leave it there… I am whimpering again…it feels like my insides are going to explode… then I feel her cover me with what I guess to be a sheet cause it covers me and the whole chair…then I feel her doing something down by my cock,there is a hole cut out in the sheet and she pulls my cock and balls out into the air…then she fastens the sheet some how that it is tight on my body… then she’s messing around by my chest… she lines up the sheet and I could feel a cool breeze on my nipples… she has holes there too…and then she fastens the sheet at the top so it is also tight there… now my cock and balls and nipples are exposed, and my ass is jammed full with that huge dildo… then she makes her way back to my cock area and then she starts to rub it and I guess she’s doin a pretty good job cause I am getting hard again… now I am full hard and then I feel her climb on my hard cock and then she sits right on it and is goes right in her pussy, she must be pretty wet… then she starts riding me faster and faster then I feel her pussy getting tighter on my cock and then she starts moaning really loud… shes cumming that get my cock in an uproar and it starts thumpin, finally I get to cum… but then she seems to be done with her orgasm and stops and climbs off of me and my cock is still thumping ready to shoot… out of nowhere she flicks the tip really hard and then she flicks my balls really hard… there is a sharp pain in my stomach and tears try to run down my face again and I whimper again, and my cock goes super soft… then she goes into the house again and is gone for a bit… and I am just laying there in pain from the flicks… I hear the door open and she is coming back, she kneels down by my chest and starts playing with my nipples I could feel them getting hard, she then grabs one with something and pulls it a bit, then I could feel her poking it with something, then all of a sudden a sharp pain, I let out another muffled yell she pierced my nipple… with what I guess to be a long needle or something, and she lets go of my nipple and leaves the needle in… then she makes her way to the other side and repeats the whole thing over again… this time tears are really trying to make it out from the blind fold… then she just walks away and goes in the house… now I am laying there for a long time and she hasn’t come back yet… my ass and nipples are very very sore… it seems like an hour has gone by… I need to pee now but shes not coming back, I really cant hold it… I have to pee… I am holding it as best I could and a little sneaks out then it just all gushes out… a full stream I could feel it spraying every where… and every time I try to stop it my ass squeezes the dildo making it impossible to stop, I have no control over my cock… I finaly finish peeing and my cock is just laying there… I could feel the pee just dribbling out cause I cant use the muscle to stop… I’m still laying tied to the chair with a dildo in my ass and my cock and balls and NOW pierced nipples exposed to the very hot sun…I could feel the sun beating down on my exposed parts… they are getting quit warm… it has to be almost 2 hours now then I hear the door open in the house… and now I hear a couple of girls talking… they are getting closer, then they are standing by me, I hear a different voice say oh my god look at his cock is so red, oh and his nipples to, and she laughs and says poor guy… and then another girl say can I touch him, and the original girl says sure do whatever you want… so she starts touching my cock and it starts growing... the first girl says awww he pissed himself and says watch this… she flicks my balls again really hard and I yell and they all laugh… my cock goes soft again and the second girl says I was gunna ride that…the first girl says watch this and pulls up on the needles in my nipples… I can’t take the pain, I start whimpering again… the first girl says ok lets go swimming now… they leave me laying there… and I hear them in the pool… it must be close to noon by now I can feel the sun baking my exposed parts even more…she must have used a dark sheet cause I could feel my nipples burning and my cock and ball sack aren’t doing much better… they are really starting to hurt… I’ve been laying in the sun probably close to 3 hours now… I could tell I am totally burnt by now… my cock even hurts when I try to flex it… and my nipples are stinging… I hear a third girl say I am going for a ride… then I hear her walk over to me and start rubbing my cock… its starts to grow but it hurts so bad from being burnt… then I feel her sit on my cock and she starts riding it… it feels very good to be in her pussy, her juices are calming the burn a bit… the she reaches over and starts pulling my nipples and twisting the needles… I start to tear up then I hear her start breathing harder and she starts going faster… then shes riding it harder and harder and lets out a nice scream and now I am ready to explode in her I cant take any more… my cock starts thumping again and she just climbs off of me, my cock is standing up and bouncing around, just about ready to shoot all by itself… the first girl yells from the pool flick it or something… so the third girl takes her whole hand and slams it down on my balls… I yell again but not very good cause of the ball in my mouth, and yes more tears…and they all laugh… my cock goes soft again… back in the pool they go…and I am once again laying in the hot sun, this time my cock is covered in the girls juices, it feels pretty good… but what I don’t realize is that it is making the sun bake my cock even more… my nipples are totally on fire and my cock starts to feel like its going to fall off, I don’t even notice the dildo anymore… finally the first girl comes over and kneels by my chest and pulls out the needles at the same time… all I could say is that it hurt so good… then I feel her doing something to them she is putting something else in… oh the pain my nipples are burnt and now shes jamming something else in the holes she made… then I hear the first girl say come on over here both of you I have something for you to do… I hear her say take the sheet off of him…and the other 2 girls get to work undoing the sheet then the pull it off me… they both gasp and say oh my god hes so burnt… then she says ok you do this, I guess shes showing them cause she doesn’t say, and to the other she says you do this… and I am gunna do this, but don’t start till after I say so… the first girl starts touching my cock and rubbing it, I guess she put some lube on her hands cause its slipping right through them… it hurts so bad from being burnt I don’t think ill get hard… but she is working my cock really good that it doesn’t take long for it to get hard… she tells the third girl ok start, so she starts pulling and twisting my nipples…that hurts so bad that my cock starts to go soft… but the first girl brings it right back to hard… now my cock is starting to get the cum feeling even though I could feel the sunburn on it… then she says to the second girl ok go, the girl grabs the dildo and starts ramming it in and out of my ass, not just a little she pulls it almost all the way out and rams it all the way in... i don’t know how to describe it… with the three of them working on me… its like total pain from the sunburn and dildo and pierced nipples… but it feels so good…my cock is starting to get a little dry now but I am so close to cumming…she tells the second girl to keep doing what she is doing and jerk me with the other hand for a little bit but don’t make him cum yet…my cock is so dry now that I could feel her hand dragging on it… I hear the first girl run into the house and come back out rather quickly…she comes back over and says to the second girl ok get him ready to cum and when he’s ready I’ll take over… she’s jerking my cock really good now… I hear the first girl open something, and rub it on her hands…then I can hear them whispering to each other… my cock is starting to pulse and throb now I could feel the cum ready to erupt… my cock goes super hard and I am just about to shoot when the first girl grabs my cock and starts jerking me with both hands, my cock stings and burns she’s using icy hot or something, then just that fast my cock starts shooting cum everywhere, I even feel some hit my face…the second girl still working the dildo starts flicking my balls really hard… what I didn’t hear was what they whispered… the first girl told the second girl to flick my balls when I start cumming and keep flicking them… now I am cumming super hard shooting every where I could feel my cum running down next to my cock and down my crack to the dildo… now the second girl is fucking my ass with a dildo covered in my cum…and my cock and ball sack are burnt from the sun and burning from the icy hot and my balls are in total pain, and my nipples are now pierced and bunt and feel like they are being ripped off and my ass feels like its being ripped apart… that was the most intense cum I have had ever… I thought they were going to stop but they don’t stop… they just keep right on going… my cock is totally soft and the first girl just keeps rubbing the tip… its very slippery now she’s using my cum as lube… I hear her say watch this… she just keeps rubbing it and rubbing it and I start to get a pee feeling going on from it being so intense… then I just start peeing everywhere… the first girl takes her thumb and first finger and rubs the side of my soft cock the whole time I am peeing… I just can’t take any more and my whole body just goes limp, I think I actually passed out for a bit from total exhaustion… when I woke up the two other girls were gone and my cock was in even more pain then before…the girl took the blindfold off of me and took the ball out of my mouth… and I looked down at my cock it was so burnt it looked like I was going to have blisters on it and SHE PIERCED IT TOO… I had a really thick hoop in the tip and out the bottom of my cock… it was so thick that it just about blocked my hole…then the girl untied me and I reached down and felt my cock is was so burnt and sore I almost had tears in my eyes… I could barely touch it then I slid my hand down to may ass and my finger went right in my hole… it was still open from the huge dildo… I tried to squeeze it closed but it didn’t work… then I looked at my nipples and they were totally burnt also… and pierced with thick bars… I got up and ran to the pool and jumped in, I didn’t even care that I was covered in cum and pee… as I hit the water it went right up my ass, the hole still wasn’t closed, that felt kind of weird but very nice… the cool water eased the pain on my cock and nipples, and I just floated in the pool for a while and every now and then I could see some of my cum float by…and I could still feel the water going in and out of my ass whenever I moved… then I got out of the pool and when I stood up I could feel the water run right out of my ass… and went to get my clothes and saw them in a pile, I picked them up and they were cut to shreds, I had no clothes to wear home, just my shoes… so I hung out at her house for a bit and waited till it got dark, went out to my car totally naked, got in and as soon as I sat down I could feel my hole hit the seat, they really got my ass good… started the car and drove home…I’ll just say the next couple of days were terrible…and till this day my ass still won’t close totally…

le and brimming over with evil. It knew how important a cock was to the man it was attached to. Perhaps this was not the first time it had done something like this. It waited patiently and eagerly as its tentacles tried with all their might to pull his 17 inch long 2.5 inch thick cock. It couldn't wait to sink its rotten sharp teeth into his beautiful manhood and destroy him. Then the moment came. His cock had finally been pulled down to level with its mouth. As a final ditch effect to prevent his dick from being bitten and crushed in the jaws of this monster, William moved his hips backward, pulling his horse hung cock just out of reach of the monster's mouth. Just in the nick of time too, for as he did so he heard a chump, the sound being made by the monster's belly mounted jaws closing rapidly to crush his cock.

It missed it just by a hair, for William could feel the creature's vile lips up against the tip of his cockhead. The beast got only an empty mouth and this infuriated it. It moved its jaws open again and leaned its hips foward to match William's. It also reached some of its belly mounted tentacles around William's waist and pulled his hips foward. The monster could feel Sir William's cockhead tip pressing against the back of its belly mounted mouth. Angry about before, it decided to slowly close its mouth in order to savor the moment and to make it that much more agonazing on Sir William. It seemed to take an eternity for the both of them, but finally William could feel the tips of the creature's teeth pressing up against the swollen meat of his cock. This must've surely been the end now. The end of such a masterpiece of manhood.

But it wasn't. At that moment, before the monster's teath could make a mark on his cock, a voice rang out. "Stop!" it shouted. It was a shrill female voice that seemed to belong to and old woman. The creatured heeded the command and even released Sir William. Even more mysteriously was that it suddenly vanished into thin air and the slime it had left on his body had vanished along with it. Free from any restraint now, William's swollen cock shot upward, as was typical of a man with such an erection, so much so that it made a distinct snaping noise as it made contact with his chest. He was about to grab it and check for any wounds but he found that his arms suddenly could not move, nor could his legs.

Typical of the magic that had stripped him naked of clothing and weapons and appearently sent that monster to combat him, it had mysteriously strapped him up to a vertical facing table without him knowing it. In the darkness, something stirred. Three forms appeared, and they were wearing dark cloaks. Sure enough, it was the trio of witches he embarked on a mission to kill. Each was old enough to appear ancient and hidiously deformed. One pulled up a horizontal laying table, as apposed to his vertical facing table, up infront of him. Another one reached out and her shriveled boney hands grasped his massive cockmeat by the shaft, her fingers not being able to reach all the way around it. "Yeeeessssss," she hissed, a forked tongue coming out of her mouth, "our spell worked perfectly. Our noble knight's erection shall not leave him as long as we will it to stay. And it certainly does suit our purposes at the moment."

They all three began to cackle loudly as the one with a hold of William's cock pulled it downward, working against the force of his erection, and had it touch the table infront of him. William struggled against his restraints, but they were more than a match for him. As the witch held his cock down with one hand, she reached and grasped his cockhead with the other. Using that same hand, she pryed apart the opening to his urethra as another witch placed something onto the table. It appeared to be a worm of some sort, but with two antena at one end. It reached its feelers into the air, seemingly to get a wiff of something, and to William's increasing tention, began to slowly slime its way towards his cock.

The witch closed the opening to his urethra and used that hand to help the other hand hold down William's erection. "It does indeed take much power to hold down a manhood such as yours, but it has your scent now so no need not to use both hands." She said in her old raspy voice. Slowly but surely, the worm slimed its way over to William's cock, or more specificly his cockhead. He was fairly bright and could guess what was intended to happen. To suit some sort of vile sadistic purpose, the worm was to make contact with William's sex organ and then pry its way into his urethra, slime its way up until entire body was housed by his blood gorged cock and then do whatever it was that its parasitic nature required it to do. Once again helpless to do anything, it seemed this was about to be the ultimate violation of his cock....or was it?...

 

 

To be continued.

bring you back?”
The boy scoffs in frustration. “I just needed some air.”
The wizard nods sagely, turning and walking down the path. Nathaniel follows.
“Fresh air is good for the heart, but don’t let it fool you. Nature has a way of carrying you away sometimes, you know.” He looks at Nathan with old, sagging eyes, and a smile breaks his face like a wave on the beach.
“Well, I think I may be able to help you Nathan, and perhaps you might return the favor. Do you truly want to be free of this place? You want to see the world?”
Nathan stops dead in his tracks. “You’d do that for me? What would you have me do?”
“I would have you do whatever you want. The only catch is that you must become a Dragon, and by that I mean I’ll transform you into a Dragon. There are so few you know, one more in the sky’s will do my heart good.”
It is, of course, just about every child’s dream, at some point in their life, that they might become a bird or a cat. For Nathan, it had always been a Dragon. Their power, their grace, their detachment from society, law, rules, and suffering held great appeal in his eyes.
“Do it!” cried Nathan.
“Are you certain, you’ve thought it all over and have no second thoughts or possible regrets? I’m afraid that once you’re a Dragon the effects will be irreversible, as Dragons are very resistant to magic.” The wizard cocks a single a single bushy eyebrow at the boy, penetrating him with his gaze.
“I have never been more certain.”
“That’s all I need my boy, and thank you.”
Nathan is about to say thank you back, when he finds he can’t find his voice. His entire body seems to be buzzing, and Nathan is lifted weightlessly into the air. Nathans body starts stretching and thickening. His neck extends outwards, a tail grows out his behind, and wings unfold from his back. His body becomes streamlined and feline, then is covered with smooth, red scales. Nathan feels his teeth sharpen and strengthen, and his hind legs switch direction at the knee. He grows bigger and bigger, until he’s the size of a present day bus, and then Nathan’s gently set down on the ground.
“My, you make a beautiful dragon Nathan. Quite the shade of red.”
Nathan looks down at himself. He can’t believe it, he’s a large, sleek, dark red dragon. He stands up and moves around, his tail unconsciously following his motions and maintaining a perfect balance. His grace and shape brings to mind a cat.
Nathan tries to thank the magician again, but only emits a low growl that rattles the earth.
“No need to thank me, at least not yet. I think I’ll be seeing you again soon, but try not to get into too much trouble before then.”
Nathan looks happily at the wizard one last time, his eye’s beaming, and in one fluid motion leaps into the air, flying to the south and heading back over to the only home he had ever known. Nathan is giddy with the joy of flying, it’s like nothing he could have possibly understood when he was grounded, no matter how well he had guessed and simulated the experience in his brain. The castle is now far below him, and Nathan sees tiny figures racing around in panic at the sight of the dragon. His vision ratchets in on one person in particular, the Baron, who is at that moment aiming the giant ballista high into the sky. He fires, and it’s a fine shoot, but by the time the spear has reached Nathan’s altitude it has slowed down enough to be catchable, and Nathan grabs it in his mouth, then snaps it in two with delight, marveling at his own strength and reflexes.
Nathan travels the world over the next few months, eating raw meat that he had killed himself like it was candy and visiting all of the sights that he had heard about. Many of them he couldn’t get too close to, such as cities, but many others he could never have visited as a human. One day, while passing over a desert to visit the top of a mountain, he spots in the distance another dragon following him. It’s a beautiful blue dragon, and Nathan feels irresistibly attracted to it. He turns around, and in a mater of minutes the two dragons meet. The other dragon is also a young dragon, and they both immediately start flying together. They can say nothing, but after while Nathan and the other dragon start moving back and forth through the air. Nathan is unashamedly attracted to this dragon, even it’s smell is arousing. Nathan had actually been feeling randier and randier all month long, but he didn’t have a clue as to how to masturbate. The other dragon starts flying closer and they start doing small acrobatics, and Nathan realizes that this is a mating flight. He could get lucky! Nathan immediately starts flying in more erotic ways, and the other dragon matches his every move with an equally impressive move. Soon they’re flying in symmetry, and getting closer and closer to each other, when all at once they smoothly and naturally grab each other in the middle of the air. Their bellies pressed together, their tails and necks entwined, they continue to beat their wings and keep flying, albeit now at a more gentle pace. Nathan feels a hot spot on the belly of the other dragon, and he too has a similar hot spot. The two dragons line the two hot spots up until they start rubbing up against each other, and ecstasy erupts from Nathans spot. For a while nothing happens, they just rub together emitting low noises of pleasure, and Nathan starts wondering if dragons even have penis’s. Maybe they’re like birds, and just squirt jism onto each other’s privates.
Even as he thinks that, something starts to happen, but the feeling isn’t what Nathan is expecting. He feels the hot spot on the other dragon start to push out some, and his first thought is that the dragon’s “mound” is opening up. He suddenly feels something happening to his own little hot spot, but now he’s becoming worried. His hot spot also seems to be poofing out, but not in quite the way that the other dragon’s is. Without warning, Nathan feels something enter him, and freaks. It feels like the other dragons vagina is turning inside out like a sock and is entering him! Nathan tries to pull away but finds that the base of the other dragon’s penis has spines on it that keep it from being pulled out. He cries out in pain as he pulls, but it’s no use. The other dragon is gripping him too tight to escape anyway. The penis pushes deeper into what Nathan now realizes with horror is his vagina, but only the end of the penis is moving. Nathan can’t help but become overwhelmed by the strange sensations that this penis is making him feel, and he quickly gives in. The cock snakes its way further and further into Nathan, bending with his curves until it feels like the dragon is nearly six feet deep inside of him. Nathan’s vagina is rippling, muscles he had never used before as a dragon nor as a human instinctively start stimulating the other dragon’s penis, and the other’s penis starts to expand. Nathan roars unwillingly from the pleasure as the penis enlarges and stretches wide his sex hole, until the doesn’t think he can take any more. His pussy builds up suddenly and quickly, stemming a tidal wave of pleasure, then suddenly lets it go. He crushes the other dragon as every muscle, including his wings, clench, but the other dragon manages to keep flying. The motion of their bodies as they fly has been causing their sex’s to rub and shift inside of him, and this is now incredibly apparent to Nathan as he tries to start flying again. His pussy isn’t nearly done, and begins sending out new waves of pleasure as if to say that he hadn’t seen nothing yet. The other dragon starts to fly faster now, and is pressing his crotch against Nathans with more force. The increased speed makes their sexes move now in ways it hadn’t before and they both experience mind blowing pleasure from feeling his cock move deeper into Nathan’s pussy. Now it’s the other dragons turn to orgasm, and he clenches hard at Nathans sides with his back legs and fore legs both. Nathan feels his cock expanding even larger inside of him as cum travels down it, then erupts deep inside of him. The cum is very thick, and globs together in an insanely hot ball deep inside a pocket somewhere in Nathan’s belly. The pocket has only the tiniest of opening, but had allowed the other dragon’s penis to spread it wide. Now Nathan is being filled like a balloon with two gallons of potent dragon cum. They stay attached, flying through the air, and only minutes later they are both cumming again, the dragon expanding the already massive deposit of cum deep inside of Nathan. They do this three more times until the other dragon is completely empty, and finally starts to retreat his penis. It curls back into itself, and painlessly unhooks the barbs at the base of his cock. They finally let go of each other and go their separate ways. Nathan is surprised to find himself above a forest, and lands inside of a cave, feeling his ball of seed trapped deep inside of him. There’s nothing he can do, what’s done is done, and Nathan knows with utter certainty that he’s pregnant now.

Next edition, when I get around to it, will include a confrontation with the wizard, more sex, and a clutch of eggs. I have oodles of stories that I have promised to continue, and I am, but in the middle of writing one thing I might think of another, and I have to write it down before I forget it. There are about five brand new stories I’m going to release sometime in the future, though perhaps not this week and maybe even this month. We’ll see. The way I operate is I prioritize stories that are well commented on.

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My kind of deal; just what I was looking for: cheap-ass entertainment.

           

            The smell hit me as soon as I walked through the doors. Every stroke shop I’ve ever been in has the same nasty funk hanging in the air, soaked into the woodwork - a gagging combination of dry, stale cum uneasily mingling with huge quantities of bleach and topped off with clouds of cigarette smoke; all of that fighting to be noticed under a hefty veil of depressing creepiness. At least the air conditioning was turned on,

 

I steeled myself, ignored the odor and moved past the blow-up doll displays, the racks of sex toys, the greasy, fingerprint-smeared glass counters full of colorful liquids and gels and condom packets. Nodded to the bored pierced, tattooed twenty-something’s lounging behind the counter, whose torn thrift-shop attire and purple and blue-dyed hair guaranteed them a life of great minimum-wage gigs just like this one. One of the two, an emaciated girl who was pulling off a great impression of a serious heroin addict, ignored me completely. Her companion glared at me sullenly, like I was going to try to shoplift a dildo or maybe, more likely, because I looked too much like his dad. I grinned and found the DVD’s for rent, racks of porn shelved along the walls and lined up on homemade shelving units in haphazard rows just past a pair of sensor alarm gates, a ton of smut tucked comfortably away in a room the size of a small warehouse.

           

            I took my time picking out my movies, going for the absolutely nastiest hardcore I could find, not wanting to really touch anything. Thank God for all that bleach. Even so, the CD jackets felt and looked greasy; and then I remembered the junkie-punks lounging at the counter, and guessed I knew how motivated they probably were to keep everything clean and germ free. I made sure to hold the movies like I would a dead skunk, using the tips of my fingers. I found an anal gang-bang orgy (‘Two hours of hardcore DP penetration!), a best-of chicks-with-dicks, a couple of rough sex sets and one or two seriously disturbing anime titles, tossed my choices on the counter. Heroin Girl had disappeared. Her buddy was eating a cold cheeseburger that might have been a day old, licking ketchup off his fingers and watching a video monitor, a movie with several couples humping in fast-forward. They looked a bit like bunnies fucking. Junkie-Boy roused himself enough to pause whatever he was screening, set me up with a rental account, drop my DVD’s into a black plastic bag and take my money. Then he went back to his choice of dinner theater. Heroin Girl was outside smoking a cigarette as I left. I smiled at her.

           

            “You have a nice day,” I said.

           

            She gave me a dose of full-on, disdainful punk-rock attitude, and wrinkled up her nose at me. I wondered if maybe I smelled like I’d been squirted by that imaginary dead skunk.  “Fuck-off, scumbag.”

           

            She took a last drag and flicked her smoldering butt into the gravel alongside a few dozen other dead cigarettes; ground it out under the heel of her heavy Doc Martin boot. She rolled her eyes theatrically, and I watched her grumble while she clunked all the way back to the counter to not do her crappy job some more. Tough life, I thought. Then I shrugged, got in my car and drove home through the heat to my air-conditioned house and my DVD player.

           

***

 

Twenty minutes later, I was naked and spread-eagled on the couch with my mouth open and my chin drooping onto my chest, bored to tears. I understood why Junkie-Boy in the porn shop was fast-forwarding through his movie. I had one of my hard-chosen video picks on, my limp dick in one hand and the remote in the other, watching some young dyed-blonde bitch with huge fake tits unenthusiastically blow-jobbing her way through twenty or thirty guys (who all seemed to be having the same case of erectile dysfunction that I was currently having) when the phone rang. I did the same thing the kid at the store did when I interrupted him: I hit pause on the remote. Then I answered the phone.

 

            “Hello?” I croaked.

 

            “Um, Grove? Is that you?” A soft female voice; musical and smooth like honey. It sounded vaguely familiar.

 

            “Uh-huh…” I mumbled, still trying to place the voice.

 

“This is Elizabeth. You remember?”

 

            Oh God, I thought. Elizabeth. An old friend of my last girlfriend, April, from time gone by; I’d met her once or twice, but April hadn’t seen much of Elizabeth since she married some uber-buff, male-model looking, upwardly-mobile freak of nature and stopped hanging out with anybody who either wasn’t in the beautiful people crowd or who didn’t earn half-a-million bucks a year. I half-remembered a crazily exotic, gorgeous woman, and guilty visions of wide, almond shaped eyes, thick brown hair, rich caramel skin and lush curves washed through my head. I fully remembered feelings of total and complete inadequacy the few times I’d been around her. Thanks to the images assaulting my senses, the skanky blonde frozen on my television screen suddenly morphed into a composite version of the Elizabeth I was seeing in my head.

 

            My throat went dry, and my dick actually, finally, twitched. “Yeah…yeah, of course I remember…”

 

            I swear I could almost hear her grinning through the phone. “Cool. I’d hate to think you’d forget me.”

 

            “No chance,” I said, the words sounding like crunchy shards of glass.

 

            “Ah, you’re still a sweetie, aren’t you?”

 

Sweetie, she said. All of a sudden, I was getting a little light-headed. I managed a laugh. “If you say so.”

 

She laughed too. More honey, dripping. The sound sent a shiver down my back. “Is April around?” she asked.

 

“Um, no…  She’s been living in Europe, with her folks. Sorry.”

 

“Europe? So…what about you guys?”

 

“Yeah,” I said. “Things just, you know…didn’t last.”

 

Oh. Well… Shit. I’m sorry. I was going to invite her to this…party I was having Friday night.”

 

“That’s too bad. I’m sure she would’ve liked to go.” I didn’t know what else to say. There was a long, pregnant pause. I listened to the crackling void on the other end of the phone line, and I had the sinking feeling that our strained little conversation was over. Then Liz surprised me.

 

“Hey, well, how would you like to come, Grove?”

 

I blinked. “Really?”

 

“Yeah. I know it’s kind of late notice, and it’s…a little silly, I guess, kind of a girlie thing, you know? I mean, you might not be interested, but I need to bring someone…” She drifted off.

 

For a second, I wondered why she was asking me to come, not her husband. But that thought lasted the blink of an eye; if it meant seeing Liz again, there was no way I was going to refuse. I was honestly kind of curious anyway. And besides, my dick was harder than it’d been all morning, even after watching five bucks worth of porn. I didn’t have any big plans for Friday. What did I have to lose?

 

“What kind of ‘girlie thing’ are we talking about?” I asked.

 

She laughed again, nervously, I thought. I wondered what about talking to me could make Liz nervous. “It’s kind of…a…a lingerie party.”

 

My turn to laugh. Liz stayed quiet. I blinked, waited a beat before answering with a dumbfounded, “You’re kidding, right?”

 

Liz sighed on the other end of the line, then, matter-of-factly, “No.”

 

“You want me to come to a lingerie party.”

 

“Yeah, if you want….I mean, I know it sounds weird, but I promised there would be a bunch of us, and most of the girls I know are going to be there, but…” She paused, took a breath. “You know, you don’t have to buy anything if you don’t want to, but you could get a gift for April, and there’s going to be some stuff for guys too…leopard skin underwear, stuff like that…”

 

I chewed it over. Thought about maybe being the only guy in a roomful of tipsy, scantily-clad women. Thought about what April was going to say when she found out.

 

I made up my mind. I was in. “Hey, sure Liz. It’ll be fun.”

 

“Really?” She sounded almost relieved. “You’ll come?”

 

“Yeah, I…”

 

“That’s great! Everybody’s going to get here about eight. Here let me give you my phone number and the directions to my house…”

 

“Okay, hold on and let me find a pen…”

 

I sat up and scribbled some notes on the back of my video receipt. Liz thanked me again, and we both hung up. I sat there with the phone in my lap for a long minute. Then I grinned and went back to my movie, and this time I didn’t have any trouble getting it up.

 

***

 

“No shit?”

 

            It was the next afternoon, Thursday, and I was eating lunch with my buddy Andre at a cheap mexi-café we liked, seated outside at a curbside table under a canvas umbrella. Andre was finishing up a taco platter; I was snacking on a huge, spicy pile of cheese and salsa dripping nachos.

 

            I nodded, popped a jalapeno pepper in my mouth and chewed happily, savoring the oily burn. I’d just filled Andre in on yesterday’s events. He’d met Elizabeth once, after April and I bought our home, at our housewarming party. A long time ago, it seemed. I could see from his eyes that he had the same memories of her that I did. I grinned and wiped my hands on my napkin while I confirmed the question.

 

“Yep. The whole truth, brotha. No shit.”

 

            Andre leaned back. The aluminum chair under his big ass squeaked and groaned. He adjusted his Yankees cap, wiped fingers down his wiry goatee, shook his head.

 

“Damn, man. Shit like this isn’t fair. I knew that girl was a shark the minute I laid eyes on her.” He crossed his arms, chewed on his lip. “How come she invited you? Does that tall mocha drink dig the white boy cream?”

 

            I shrugged and sipped cold beer. The burn receded to a constant, pleasant tingle at the back of my tongue. “Hell if I know.”

 

            “You know, if she finds out – and you know she’s gonna – April’s gonna eat you alive if any shit happens.”

 

            “She will even if nothing happens.” I said, digging back into the pile of chips. “I’ll just cross my fingers. But nothing’s going to happen, you know, Liz is married, man, to some dude way out of my league.”

 

            “Doesn’t matter,” Andre waved that comment on by. “You said it didn’t sound like he’d be around anyway, right? You get there, all that pussy spread out on the couch and what-not; they’ll all be drinking wine, getting’ all tipsy and giggly, next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly panties and shit, modeling for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away; drunk, horny bitches lined up to be fuckin’ you…”

 

            I snorted. “Right.”

 

            “Look, Grove,” he pointed a finger at my cell phone. “Reg and I’ll be at Tin’s club tomorrow night, maxin’ with Barry and his boys.”

 

“They’re playing?” I asked. We’d known Barry from way back. He’d been a fixture on the local music scene since we were all in college together. Now he was heading up some retro-funk band that had been scaring up some hot press lately.

 

“Yeah. Tin’s isn’t too far from where you’re gonna be, right? Only what – ten, fifteen minutes away? Anyway, you need some help handling all that pussy, you call us.” Andre leered, showing off a mouthful of big white teeth. He picked up his last taco and poured half a bottle hot sauce over it. “An’ we’ll come a’ runnin’.”

 

“Thanks, man. I appreciate that.”

 

“You bet, baby, you bet. Anything for a friend. Right, homeboy?” Andre took a huge bite. Half the taco disappeared. He chewed, bobbing his head in time to a reggae song pouring out of the café’s outside speaker system. “I’m mister thoughtful, you know that.”

 

***

 

I was running late Friday night. Got off work late and immediately got stuck in a massive snarl of traffic. Bumper to bumper for as far as the eye could see. I veered off the freeway at the closest exit to my house, stopped for a quick burger at a fast food drive-through, got stuck behind a soccer-mom’s van that was idling, belching black smoke. When I finally pulled back out into the streets, I opened my bag of food, only to discover the goon at the window got my order all wrong. Fuck it – I didn’t have time to go back and complain. I grumbled, but scarfed the shit down anyway, and took side streets the rest of the way home. Parked in the driveway and ran inside at twenty-to-eight, grabbed a quick shower, dressed, checked myself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom, frowned, dressed again. By the time I pulled up at Liz’s curb, it was a quarter past, and the street around her house was full of expensive luxury cars. I found a spot a ways up the hill, parked, beeped my car locked, and walked back, carrying a bottle of decent wine I’d picked up during my lunch hour.

 

It was clear that Liz and her husband liked their privacy. Their house was big and old, set far back from the road on a good-sized chunk of real estate. The thing must’ve cost a fortune. Leafy, box-trimmed hedges surrounded the large, fresh-cut, forest green lawn, isolating the house further from the neighbors. All the lights inside were turned on. I opened the rod-iron gate and went down the front path to the door, rang the bell. Made sure my reflection looked good while the chime gonged somewhere deep in the house.

 

I was about to ring again when a lock clicked open, and I heard that magic voice, the honey muffled behind the heavy wood door. Then the door opened, and Liz was there, smiling at me, smothering me with a wave of pure physical force. She was wearing a simple black dress that hugged every perfect curve, black silk stockings, and polished black stiletto heels. She nonchalantly tugged a flopped-down spaghetti strap back over a shapely, nut-brown shoulder and pulled me inside.

 

“Grove! I didn’t think you were going to make it!” She said, and pushed the door gently closed. It clicked shut.

 

I grinned sheepishly. “Yeah, sorry about that. Work…you know?”

 

She shook her head. Long silver baubles dangled from her earlobes, diamonds flashed in the light. Her dark eyes sparkled.

 

“No,” she laughed, “not really.”

 

“Here,” I said, and awkwardly held out the bottle of wine. “I brought this for you.”

 

            She took the bottle and smiled, barely looked at it. Her eyes were still on mine.

 

“Oh, baby, you didn’t need to do that.”

 

“Well, you know, it’s a party and all…”

 

She stepped close and hugged me. Her hair was cut shorter than I remembered, curling in waves close to her neck. A wispy brown lock tickled my nose, and felt her breath warm at the side of my throat. I hugged her back, feeling her body press tight against me. I got that lightheaded feeling again, and my dick began tingling, got harder than it had been during any of my recent jack-off time. I caught a whiff of perfume, sweet and subtle, that I barely referenced past my sudden sensory overload. There was something else in the air too, sharp and pungent, smelling like cinnamon; candles, or incense, maybe.

 

We parted, and she took a second, looked me up and down. “You haven’t changed a bit, have you?” she asked.

 

I wasn’t too sure how to take that, but she looked approving. “I guess not.”

 

“You look good enough to eat…” She smiled. Then she took my arm, wrapped it up in hers. “C’mon, let’s go introduce you to the girls…”

 

***

           

Liz walked me to the living room and made her introductions. I nodded as she ticked off the names she was telling me, making an effort to match names with faces, and even managing to remember a few. Andre about had it right: there were maybe twenty gorgeous women; some younger, some older, all dressed to the hilt, sipping wine and fruity mixed drinks. They were sitting in a loose semi-circle, on the sofa and in chairs; all positioned facing another, extremely busty older woman, primly dressed in a close-fitted business suit and skirt. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a Vanity Fair spread. Boxes and bags of things were spread out on the coffee table and tucked around her feet. Each of the ladies smiled appraisingly at me. I almost felt like I was dessert, just being brought out after a tasty meal.

 

            “So,” I said, glancing around. “Where’s uh, what’s his name…”

 

            “Doug?”

 

            That was pretty boy’s name. “Yeah, Doug.”

 

“Oh, he won’t be coming home.” Liz waved away the subject, instead asked, “Can I get you something to drink?”

 

            “Um, sure. Anything’s okay.”

 

            She flitted over to the bar, came back with a glass of something cold. Latched right back onto my arm. “Here, try it.”

 

            Every eye was still on me. I was definitely starting to feel like I was on display, definitely the odd man out. “Uh, cheers,” I said, and took a tentative sip. The drink was sweet, with a slight tang of alcohol and an almost bitter undercurrent of something I couldn’t place. For a second, I had a crazy feeling, remembering the old Agatha Christie type mysteries, where the detective has solved the murder, declaring death by poisoning, and goes on to describe how arsenic was supposed to taste, like bitter almonds. “Mm,” I mumbled, pushing the paranoid thought away. “That’s pretty good.”

 

            It was like a sigh of acceptance passed through the room. Liz smiled up at me. My head was absolutely swimming, being this close to her.

 

            The older woman with all the packages licked her red painted lips with the corner of a tiny pink tongue. She patted her silver hair, made sure it was in place, pulled back in a severe bun. She winked at me. “Well,” she said. “Let’s make our guest comfortable and get started, shall we?”

 

            Next to me, still clinging to my arm, Liz almost curtsied. “Of course, Sarah. Sorry, all.” She turned to me, whispered, “Here, sit by me.”

 

            I let Liz pull me to the couch. The two women sitting there shifted to make room. A blonde in her early twenties patted the cushion next to her hip, smiled invitingly. We sat down. Liz set the bottle of wine in a bucket of ice on the table, and I wondered how much wine they’d already gone through. I wiggled in between the blonde and Liz, suddenly enjoying the press of warm female bodies next to me. I looked around; found that I was still the center of attention: the ladies stared and demurely sipped their drinks; the blonde who’d scooted over to make room smiled and practically nuzzled up next to me. Liz put her hand possessively on my thigh, and I almost jumped. She patted my leg, and I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her wedding ring.

 

            I blinked, wondering…

 

The woman named Sarah clapped her hands, and all the attention immediately snapped back in her direction. “Back to business,” she said, smiled sweetly, and opened the bag sitting in front of her, rooted around. Tissue paper rustled. I took another sip of my drink, caught some of the women glancing at me out of the corner of their eyes. I raised my eyebrows, got more smiles. The blonde, I think her name was Kate, shifted, and her breast brushed my elbow. I tried to shrink my six-foot-two self into a smaller space and failed. Her breast stayed where it was. It was a nice, soft breast. Even so, I moved slightly closer to Liz, who started gently petting the inside of my leg. The blonde scooted closer, her big, soft boob again connecting with my elbow.

 

I swallowed hard.

 

There was a quiet murmur around the room, and all the attention focused back towards the front, to Sarah. “Okay, our first item would look fantastic on our new friend tonight, I think…” Sarah smiled my way as she said that, and held up a pair of heavy padded leather handcuffs.

 

            “Holy shit,” I whispered. The blonde took my free arm and pressed my hand to her leg. I stared, and then took another slug from my glass as Liz’s hand found my crotch and continued its slow, steady petting.

 

***

           

Forty-five minutes later, I was working on my fourth or fifth drink. I was tipsy enough to have lost count. Most of the bags and boxes were empty, I was horny as all hell, and my head was reeling. I wondered why; the drinks didn’t seem all that strong. Women had disappeared into the bedrooms, come back wearing skimpy silk and lace outfits, each one with less material than the last. Women drank and laughed while teasing me with little buzzing clit-stimulators and huge strap-on vibrators. The blonde next to me, Kate, was now naked except for a white satin push-up bra and a pair of crotchless panties. I knew they were crotchless because my fingertips were exploring and told me so. Sarah had taken off her suit top and skirt, and she was now standing with a small riding crop, modeling the black corset and stockings she’d had on underneath her clothes. She wore the outfit like an old pro. Liz was still in her dress, except both the straps were down off her shoulders now, and to me she looked sexier than any of the other ladies who were parading around in their new undies. She had her arm around my shoulder. She and Kate were both brazenly nuzzling my neck; Liz’s wandering hand had long since found the zipper to my pants and had disappeared inside; Blondie had unbuttoned most of my shirt, and was tickling my chest with her fingernails. I could see Sarah smiling at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. She smacked the tough leather crop down hard into her palm, and I jumped. Other eyes were beginning to turn our way…

 

The sensation around my crotch was driving me out of my mind. Liz had me hard as a rock. Andre’s voice was playing over-and-over, like a loop reel in my head, ‘…next thing you know they’ll be trying on the frilly shit, modeling it for you…then, BAM! You’ll be on the floor, humping away…’

 

“Whooo,” I muttered. “Need to use the bathroom, I think.”

 

Kate pouted as I extracted my hand from between her legs. Liz paused, gave me that seductive smile again, pointed. “Upstairs, first door on the left.”

 

“’Kay,” I said. “Back in a minute.”

 

“You hurry.”

 

“Oh, yeah.” I nodded.

 

I excused myself and carefully wandered up the stairs, using the banister to steady myself. My head was spinning badly. I rounded the corner, found the bathroom. My dick was hanging out of my open pants, pointing straight out at an angle. I washed my hands and rinsed my face with cold water. I thought about what was going to happen when I want back downstairs, and stared at my dripping face in the mirror, realizing the blood pressure pounding through my dick wasn’t letting up. I was getting more than a little panicked. Shit, I thought. This isn’t natural. Did Liz drug me?

 

Carefully, I left the bathroom and snuck a look around the corner, used my cell phone to zoom in and snap a picture. I crept back into the bathroom and shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, called Andre. He answered on the second ring. I could hear a crowd, but no music. I guessed he was already at the club, but it was still too early for the band to have started.

 

“Hey mutherfucker,” he shouted over the noise. “’Was’up? Where you at?”

 

“Dude, I’m here.” I hissed.

 

“Where?”

 

I shook my head. He sounded drunker than I felt, but I knew it was more an act for the benefit of whoever was at the bar around him. Andre didn’t drink anything except mineral water. He thought everything else was poison aimed at the righteous black man.

 

“I’m at that party I was telling you about.”

 

It took him a beat. “The bitch party?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Sssshhhiiiiit. You bangin’ yet?”

 

“Andre, shut up, dammit. I need your help.”

 

“Boy, a real man in yo’ place wouldn’t need no help.” He laughed.

 

I groaned. “Man, I’m not Captain Jim-fucking-Kirk, alright?”

 

More laughter.

 

“Look, I’m sending you a picture. Check it out. I’m trapped here with a couple dozen drunk, freaky women, and as cool as that sounds, I’m not eighteen fucking years old anymore, you know what I’m saying? I need some god-damn, dick-swinging help here, right now!”

 

I could hear Reg in the background, asking what was up. Andre was laughing so hard he could barely talk. “Shit, man, I was just fuckin’ around wit’ you, Grove, you know you my boy…”

 

I cut him off. “Just look at the damn picture. Okay? You remember the address?”

 

“Well, yeah. Yeah, homeboy, but…”

 

“Good. Hurry.”

 

I disconnected the line, mailed off the picture. As soon as it was sent, I stood, pocketed the phone and opened the bathroom door. I stepped out into the hall, right in front of a tidal wave of drunk and horny womanhood, surging up the stairs. Sarah and Liz led the charge. They stopped barely a foot away from me. Sarah ran the tip of her riding crop up and down my chest.

 

“Well, well. We thought you ran away.”

 

“Oh, no,” I said, as I was surrounded by the flow of curvaceous, scantily clad bodies. “I was just coming back to join the party.”

 

“That’s very sweet. Liz told me you were a sweet boy.” Sarah smiled, and her eyes no longer held that bright, mischievous quality I thought I’d seen early. Now they looked…hungry.

 

“Yeah, well…” I started. Small, warm hands were slowly touching me, running all over. I noticed Liz take my hand, felt a thick leather strap wrap around my wrist. “Hey, now! Uh, look, why don’t we go back down and…”

 

“I don’t think so, sweet boy.”

 

Sarah looked at Liz, who buckled the leather handcuffs tight. I was pushed and pulled over backwards. I lost my balance and fell into the mass of flesh, and then they were all over me. I struggled, but they pinned me to the floor and easily pulled my arms up over my head, tightened the straps of another cuff on my other arm, and then they started ripping at my clothes. I freaked. Started to yell, and Sarah nodded to Liz. She knelt by my head, I looked at her pleadingly, and when I opened my mouth, she stuffed a hard rubber ball inside, then wrapped it in a leather gag and buckled it around my head. My shoes and socks were pulled off, my pants and underwear followed fast, and my shirt was torn to shreds. Hungry, lusting eyes stared at me from above. More cuffs were clamped around my ankles. Sarah straddled my naked body, lightly stroked my swollen cock with her whip. The damn thing throbbed and twitched as she probed at it.

 

“We’ve come to bring the…party…to you.”

 

***

 

Andre snapped his flip-phone shut, slapped it down on the counter, feeling a little bit pissed at his best friend. He remembered Elizabeth, all right, remembered how fine she was, and he just couldn’t figure why Grove sounded so upset. Reg was sitting on the barstool opposite, staring at him, waiting for him to say something. On stage, Barry and the band were just getting their equipment set up, getting ready for their sound check.

 

            “What?”

 

            “Dunno.” Andre shrugged. “Homeboy’s nuts, man.”

 

            The sound tech in the upper booth called check; on stage, the band’s drummer lit into a groove, then Barry joined in with a heavy, rubbery base line. They sounded good-to-go to Andre. He was standing, ready to join the crowd already pushing up to the edge of the stage, but paused as his cell vibrated. Andre checked the phone’s screen: mail from Grove. He flipped open his phone, hit a button, and his jaw dropped.

 

            “What?” Reg repeated over the roar of the crowd. “What the fuck’s goin’ on?”

 

            “Look.”

 

Andre held out the phone. Reg squinted, blinked, looked up at Andre.

 

“That what I think it is?” he said.

 

Andre just nodded.

 

“We outta here?” Reg asked.

 

A beat, then they both nodded together.

 

“YO! BARRY!”

 

Andre cupped his hands around his mouth and bellowed while Reg wildly waved his arms. Barry glanced up, confused, spotted his friends and shrugged, as if to say, what?

“WE’LL CHECK YOU LATER, BRO!”

 

Then they were pushing out of the club, heading towards Andre’s car.

 

***

 

The women dragged me, kicking and squirming, down the hall to the large master bedroom. Liz opened the door, and they hauled me onto a king-size bed. A heavy plastic sheet crackled underneath me. They gathered around the bed, several of them spreading my arms and legs into a wide X-shape. They cuffed my wrists to a heavy iron headboard and my legs to strong iron posts below. They hushed as Sarah straddled my legs, positioned her hips over my knees. She flicked the leather thong at the tip of her riding at my nipples, stinging. She used it to caress me, slid the tip along my jaw.

 

“Now, Sweet,” she whispered. “Don’t be frightened. You’ve been chosen, just for this, specially, by my dear Elizabeth.”

 

Liz smiled vacantly. Like there was nobody home.

 

Sarah slid forward, easing herself over my throbbing cock.

 

“Do you like that, Sweet?” Sarah hissed through clenched teeth. “Don’t you like being so hard?” She reached between her legs and grabbed me, pulling my shaft towards warm, moist lips. “Just a little special powder that dear Elizabeth slipped into your drinks, so you’ll be able to pleasure us for hours and hours.”

 

I closed my eyes as she sank onto me, wiggling like a snake, her pussy taking me in, inch by inch. A low hum filled the room, and I opened my eyes. Sarah had her whip in one hand, balled into a tiny fist and braced on my chest; the other was busy untying the red satin ribbon binding her corset closed. Her eyes were closed tight, a look of pure rapture etched on her smooth face. In the dim light, her pale skin shined like porcelain. Liz knelt on the bed at the left side of my head, eyes closed, her body swaying slightly. She stroked my hair. The hem of her dress was pulled up over her hips, her fingers lightly rubbing her between her thighs. Blondie was on my right, and she’d taken a different approach: she’d pressed her body against the wall by my trapped hand and jammed my fingers into her pussy. Warm juice flowed down over my wrist. The other women around me chanted in a single, sing-song voice, their eyes flickering, bodies moving as one.

 

Above me, Sarah’s hips began a slow, serpentine writhing. She bent forward; mashing her heavy tits into my chest, the soft muscles in her pussy squeezing and releasing my cock as she moved. Her lips grazed my neck, nibbled gently at the hollow of my throat. She opened her eyes and smiled, whipped my side with her crop. I grunted into the gag and my entire body lurched up off the bed with the sudden, stinging pain. She whipped me again, and again, from side to side, each lash stinging, making me twist under her, try to flinch away, but it just drove me further up inside her.

 

“Move, sweet boy. Move with me…”

 

She kept her face level with mine, one hand grabbing my throat, choking me; she hit me harder and faster, until I was bucking spasmodically underneath her, my cock driving up into her pussy. She grunted with effort, and her eyes seemed to cloud over with pleasure as she hurt me, relishing my pain, whipping me into a frenzy.

 

“That’s it…” she moaned softly, “Ummm…so big and hard…,” Her voice changed, dropped to a hiss, a whisper, “You know Sweet, dear Elizabeth slipped you a tiny bit of a very strong drug in each of your drinks…mmmm…that’s it, right…there…mmm, just like that, Sweet…that’s…beautiful…” She gasped and dug her red fingernails into the soft skin of my neck. She swallowed me completely inside, sucking me fully into her warm, juicy cunt. She squirmed happily, rubbing her round bottom on my groin. “Each drink had a large enough dose to make you stay hard and lively for all of us to enjoy you, no matter how many times we decide to take you. Isn’t that wonderful? Mmmmmmm…ohhh…”

 

She licked a finger, ran it down my forehead, over my cheek, and tickled the gag in my mouth. Wiped away the spit oozing down my face; licked her fingers clean. She laughed and began grinding, moving harder and faster, raking her nails over my chest and shoulders hard enough to draw blood. I groaned and cried out, the sounds completely muffled. Sarah fucked me slowly, her whip always working, turning my sides a beet red. Tears of paid and frustration joined the saliva pooling on the plastic under my head, but my dick seemed to have a mind of its own, throbbing painfully with ever tiny squeeze from her pussy.

 

When Sarah finally began to peak, the chanting around us rose to a crescendo. Most of the women I could see were openly masturbating. Sarah pushed away from me, arched her spine and threw her head back. She howled towards the ceiling, her huge tits bouncing, her butt grinding and slapping against my thighs. I fought and fought the urge to cum, but she finally won. She came with a long, sharp cry, her pussy clenching me so hard that I exploded with her, pumping thick white streams of cum, just as her hot juice ran and dribbled down my belly and thighs. Sarah collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and I heard other women climax as well. I lay still, my cock still hard; aching and buried deep, moisture dripping onto the plastic sheet under my ass.

 

Minutes passed, and when Sarah sat up again, through the muted light, I could swear her eyes had turned to dark slits.

 

Sarah paused for a moment, distracted, like she was listening for something only she could hear, then smiled and turned to two of the younger women. “Well, well. Susan, Tabitha – it seems that Elizabeth’s friend here has taken it on himself to invite more guests. Most unexpected, but…they are just now arriving. Why don’t you go and greet them, offer them refreshments before bringing them back here, hmm?”

 

I could hear the girls mumble, “Of course, Mistress.” Then I heard Elizabeth’s doorbell chiming - once, twice - quietly, as if from very far away; and then the soft patter of the girls’ footsteps receding down the hall.

 

And while Sarah turned her attention back to me, through a blurry haze of drugs and pain, I wondered what the hell I’d gotten myself and my friends into.

 

***

 

“There, that’s it.”

 

            Andre drove past the house, hunting for a place to park. That was the address, for sure, her thought, and damn, Grove wasn’t kidding about the party being packed. There were cars lined up halfway up and down the block. He cruised up a short hill, spotted Grove’s car.

 

“Lookie-lookie,” Andre hummed, tapping the steering wheel with his thumb. “Grove even saved a space for us…” How was that for luck? He pulled a fast u-turn, parked right behind Grove’s old Beamer, then they got out and walked.

 

“Damn, will you look at this shit?” Reg whistled when they got close. The house stank of big money.

 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” Andre noticed all the lights were on. “Looks like the party’s still happenin’, Yo.”

 

They followed the walkway to the porch, tapped the doorbell twice. Andre listened to the chime, deep inside, kept humming, feeling loose and horny, remembering the roomful of tiny, half-naked women in the picture Grove sent. Reg kept staring, soaking in the size of the place.

 

***

 

“That’s a good, sweet boy,” Sarah hissed, after the girls had gone. “You’ve given up your seed, as you were chosen to do. And now…”

 

Sarah grabbed her crop in both hands, and pulled hard. A tiny, silver knife slipped from its sheath hidden in the handle of the whip, and my eyes went wide. I tried to scream and shake my head no…no, please, no!; but Liz wrapped a fist in my hair, holding me still. The gleaming blade bit deep, sliced a jagged oval from my naval past my nipples. Fresh blood spurted, mingling with the blood still oozing from the scratches Sarah’s fingernails had dug into my skin. I screamed into the gag and thrashed like a madman. My limbs were still buckled tight, and I flopped uselessly around on the bed. Sarah bent and lapped at the warm, sticky blood flowing from the shallow gash she’d carved.

 

Then, with a sickening, gurgling laugh, Sarah lifted her head to mock my screams, and finally, she showed me her true face.

 

I stared, horrified, at the thing that was Sarah, as her ruby lips blackened and peeled away over glistening needle sharp fangs; her tongue rolled out, long and bloated and covered with bristles that stuck like barbs in my skin, ripping away thin strips of skin as she began to feed. All around me, the women were changing: their smooth, creamy skin giving way to pale, scaly, dead flesh. Round eyes turned to black slits, fingers to claws. And hovering just above me, April’s friend, Elizabeth: the beautiful Elizabeth; bending close, brutally mashing my head to the side, grinning obscenely as her lovely smile distended; hot saliva dripped from the yawning pit of her mouth, burning on my cheek as her jagged teeth tore at my throat…

 

***

 

When the door finally opened, both Andre and Reg thought they’d died and gone to heaven. They were greeted by two phenomenal looking bitches swishing twin crystal drinking glasses that were brimming with scotch poured over chipped ice, and they were decked out in some of the skimpiest, sexiest bra’s and panties Andre had ever seen outside of a magazine.

 

They were still standing there staring, goggle-eyed and open-mouthed, when the girls made the first move. One smiled at Reg, the other at Andre. Without uttering a word, the girls batted their eyes, handed the dumbfounded men the drinks, then took them by the arm and whisked them inside. Reg automatically took a huge swig, downing half the drink in a gulp. The girl on his arm looked on approvingly. Andre looked down at his glass, back at the girl smiling up at him.

 

“Well, hey. Thanks, girl. Mm, damn! What is this, whiskey? How did you know that’s just what I needed?”

 

The girl just kept on smiling. She snuggled close, pressed warm, luscious curves against him. She giggled and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Try some.”

 

“Well, yeah, alright…,” Andre gulped at her touch, his crotch jumping to attention. “Let’s get this party started, huh?” Andre reluctantly sipped his drink, hating the booze’s smell, hating the burn of the alcohol as it trickled down his throat, hating the buzz he knew he was going to get from having even just this one glass; wishing to hell it was soda water. But everybody was watching and he didn’t want to play the fool, so he sipped anyway, and that’s when the little Asian cutie on his arm reached out, giggling, and tipped his glass straight up. Ice chips clunked against Andre’s teeth, and the amber liquid splashed down his throat, over his shirt.

 

He came up sputtering, eyes burning, staring at his ruined silk shirt. Reg and the tiny redhead clutching his arm laughed like it was the funniest damn thing they’d ever seen.

 

“Dammit, look at this shit,” he growled.

 

Reg was biting the lip of his glass, still snickering. “Yo, man. You s’posed to drink it. Like this…” He took another gulp, downed the rest of his drink, and turned to his girl. “That’s damn good, baby. Got any more?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” she teased, pulling him over to the bar by the stairwell. “Right over here…”

 

Andre futilely brushed at the alcohol dripping off his chin. The Asian cutie pouted for a second, then stepped closer when he ignored her. She gave him an impish little smile, and then started popping open his shirt buttons.

 

He took an involuntary step back as buttons bounced and scattered onto the polished floor. “Whoa – hey now…!”

 

The girl stared up into Andre’s eyes, her hands massaging his bare chest. “Why don’t you just finish the rest of that, and then come upstairs with me and we’ll get you out of these wet clothes?”

 

“Um, okay…” He mumbled.

 

Andre took a last swig, swallowed with a wince. Then he let her take his hand, and found himself following her up the stairs, staring at her swishing ass. Reg and his girl were already halfway up, Reg stumbling a little, playfully pulling at her panties, the girl not doing much to stop him.

 

Andre’s eyes still stung. His vision blurred and he blinked hard, trying to clear it. The girl’s ass faded in and out. He realized he was about to get laid. Unbelievable. He hoped he wouldn’t have a hard time breaking out the condoms. He tried to think of something witty to say, to help break the tension. Came up with a lame, “So, Baby? What’s your name?”

 

She peeked over her shoulder. “Tabitha.”

 

“Tabitha…” Andre mumbled. He was already feeling a little bit juiced. That was some strong shit she made me guzzle, he thought. “We, uh, we were here to meet up with a friend of ours, a dude named Grover…er, well, he goes by Grove. White boy, but big, tall, you know? Played ball wit’ him back in school in the day…”

 

He was babbling. Shit felt all wrong, he needed some time to sort things out, get through the bleary haze that had taken over most of his skull. Tabitha seemed to notice he was hesitating, took him by the hand. “He’s right up here, sweetheart, in the bedroom with everybody else.”

 

“Oh, okay,” he nodded, as she pulled him on down the hall. “Hey – you say ‘sweetheart’?”

 

            For an answer, Tabitha gave him another enigmatic look, a look that sent his blood pounding.

 

Reg and his girl disappeared into a doorway, through which eager, female faces peeked out. Andre felt his crotch give him a push, felt it taking over, losing control. He was blinking hard now, lurching a little from side-to-side, when Tabitha guided him through the doorway.

 

Andre dropped her hand and glanced around. He shook his head, still trying to clear his vision. It wasn’t working, just making the back of his skull pound. The room started spinning. He closed his eyes and stopped dead, right inside the doorway. Hands reached for him, pulled him partway into the room, yanked at his wet, stained shirt, began unbuckling his pants. He groaned happily, enjoying the beginnings of his erection. The first thing he noticed, when he opened his eyes again, was Reg, completely surrounded by about six hot bitches that were pushing him to the floor, literally ripping off his clothes. Reg was giggling like a girl, halfway naked already, playfully biting at a pair of hard pink nipples swaying just out of his reach.

 

“Holy crap.”

 

Andre felt hands on his hips and looked down at Tabitha, who was kneeling in front of his crotch, pushing his pants down around his ankles. His cock sprung out, almost smacked her in the face. She wrapped him up in a tiny little fist, started pumping. When her lips touched him, Andre heard himself groan with pleasure.

 

He looked back down noticed the floor, some kind of funky carpet…no, not carpet, more like…plastic wrap, spread all over …?

 

Before he could think about what that meant any further, a half dozen women circled him. Fingers ran through his short, spiky dreadlocks. Hands played with his shoulders, his chest, pinched his ass. The crowd of women parted, and Andre glimpsed a hot-looking old bitch, riding the life out of some lucky dude tied to the bed. The dude’s legs and feet quivering, strapped to the headboard by the wrists, his hands knotted into fists clenched so hard the tendons stood out in his forearms. Andre saw something familiar, squinted to get a better look. A tattoo on one of the dude’s forearms, of some Muppet character – just like the one that Grove had done back in high school…

 

The fact took a moment to register. Then Andre called to his friend.

 

“Grove?”

 

            The woman straddling Grove turned and growled at the interruption, gnashing wickedly sharp teeth, wiping at a red smear dribbling down her chin. Another face that Andre recognized looked up as well, and he gasped. Elizabeth – or what passed for Elizabeth now. Both women were covered in blood; blood that was still weakly spurting from Grove’s skinned chest. Bare bone shone under crimson stained gristle. Grove’s body twitched spasmodically; free of Elizabeth’s grip, his head lolled forward, his eyes rolled back in their sockets, focused, then came to rest on Andre.

 

            Grove moaned wetly, whispered through bloody foam, “Help me…”

 

 Andre’s eyes popped open, his vision suddenly very clear. And then, Reg started screaming. Andre turned to see his friend being eaten alive…

 

            “Oh, holy fucking shit! Reg…”

 

            Andre felt needle sharp teeth bite into the thick muscles of his shoulders. Something hissed down by his groin, and he squealed in pain, jerked backwards as Tabitha bit into his penis, tearing away a mouthful of the organ with a spray of blood. Andre grabbed at his wounded manhood, tangled his feet in his pants and fell into the hall. He tried to crawl away from the horror, clawing at the thick carpet, mewling like a kitten. But strong hands grabbed him by the ankles and pulled him back into the bedroom. He struggled, but it was useless. Women covered him and he was flipped over, held easily in place on the floor as Reg’s howls became fainter, turned into a weak gurgling.

 

            The old woman slithered off Grove’s supine body, stood over Andre as he whimpered in fear and pain. She knelt, straddling his hips, bared her teeth in a wide, gory smile.

 

            “Welcome,” she hissed in a voice that was no longer remotely human, “to the party.”

 

            Andre had time to scream, once. And then the women began to feed.

 

 

~ Fin ~