The Party - Chapter 3

Part III: The Host

The flashback ended. It only took seconds for those memories to flicker across my mind. I was in the present. Justin is still at the patio door staring me down. He puts down his drink and starts toward me. I think he wants his second go. I look frantically for somewhere to escape. I start walking briskly toward the pool house. I look over my shoulder to see if Justin is following and…. Ummmphh. I physically run into Matt… Fucking Shit!

Matt smiles. “Look who it is! Enjoying the party? God Kevin, you look a mess.” He points at my wrinkled shirt and shorts spattered with cum stains. “What happened to you?” He giggles at this. “No matter. So glad you came. You’re making quite the impression on everyone”.

I feel a body press against my back, arms come around my chest and hug me. It’s Justin, he’s caught up.

“Justin!”, says Matt. “I see you’ve met Kevin”

“Yes, we’ve grown to know each other quite well tonight,” he says in a sly voice.

“He seems to be quite popular.” Matt added. “Hey, would you both like a tour of the pool house?”

“That would be great,” Justin replied. “Kev and I would love it. Wouldn’t we Kev?” Justin gives me a peck on my cheek.

“I’d be glad to. You know it doubles as a guest house. I tried to make it very cozy. Maybe we can just chill out there for a bit…together” Matt winks.

I try to decline. I tell them I am tired and it is time for me to leave. I am over it and I’m petrifed at the thought of being fucked by Matt again… and Justin. I can’t take it. Literally. I want to die.

As they pull me towards the poolhouse, I begin to wonder if this nightmare is actually my fault.

Matt is an old friend of Jon’s, (my kinda, sort of boyfriend). We’ve all hung out together occasionally over the past 3 years or so that I’ve known Jon.

I’ve learned that Matt is a bit of a flirt… with everyone. It isn’t uncommon for him to be a bit “friendly” at times with guys, especially younger guys. I’ve grown accustomed to his shoulder carcasses, butt slaps, innuendos. As time went on I realize that things may have escalated somewhat.. There have been times where a hand may have slipped inside the back of my pants. He might have grabbed his crotch in front of me and winked. You get the drift. It was all done in fun. Naturally, I flirted back. I may have occasionally brushed up against his crotch, or tweaked his nipple at the beach. There may have been a time that the head of my dick popped out of my shorts in front of Matt. I might have stroked it a bit as I returned it to its rightful place. Maybe I moaned a little when his hand accidentally slid further down my crack to my hole. Innocent stuff like that. Surprisingly Jon didn’t seem to notice, though we didn’t tend to flirt in front of him. I was just mirroring Matt and it was all in fun. Nothing was meant by any of it.

I hadn’t really talked much with Matt earlier tonight, except to say Hi and remark to him that his new patio was amazing. We threw each other a couple of winks and smiles a few times. All normal stuff for us.

It started in the upstairs bathroom. Matt walked in on me while I was relieving myself. He had had a few. I could smell the alcohol on him as soon as he walked in. He giggled and made some disparaging remarks about my dick. I finished, zipped up, and ignored his rude comments. I moved to the sink and began to wash up. He moved over and pressed his body up against me. Matt’s hands moved up and down my chest and he kissed me on the neck. His hands found their way to my ass and squeezed hard. I broke away from his embrace and gently reminded him that I was taken..sort of. “There’s this dude named Jon downstairs.. remember,” I laughed. “He has dibs on me.” Matt continued to flirt. His tone changed a bit and he confessed that he was jealous of Jon. I laughed it off and told him it was just the alcohol talking.

“But you’re not really boyfriends, right? Just friends…with…benefits”

Jon and I were and weren’t. I pointed out that our arrangement came with parameters.

“But you like me too, don’t you? I’ve caught you looking at me in that way of yours. Don’t pretend you haven’t toyed with me a bit in the past.” He brought his lips to my ear and whispered: “I know what Jon’s like in bed. I’m so very different.”

Jon had mentioned to me in the past that he and Matt had been on and off together for a while during college. It didn’t go anywhere Jon said, because Matt liked it rough and dirty, while Jon liked more cuddly sex. They were too different sexually, so they just stayed friends.

Matt was getting in my space now, and I was being backed into the corner of the bathroom. He grabbed my hand and pushed it against his crotch. His voice got more serious. “I’m bigger than Jon you know. I know he’s the only one who’s ever fucked you. Ever wonder what another man’s cock would feel like up there? Gotta love Jon, but he’s a bit below average down there. I could show you how different it can be?

The biggest mistake I made was not immediately disagreeing with him. I just froze, not sure quite what to do. He pressed his body harder against me and grabbed me around the hips. I was getting a little scared now. I tried to break free of him, but Matt moved more quickly and locked the door. My heart began to race and anxiety washed over me. I reminded him.. once again..that Jon was downstairs and I was likely being missed. Matt disagreed and implied he knew something I didn’t.

He pulled me tighter against him. I struggled a little, but he was much stronger than me. Matt works out. I don’t. “It’s fine Kev, no worries, our secret.” Matt nuzzled my neck with his lips and started to feel me up.

I replied “No” again, a bit more forcefully.

His voice changed, got a bit harsher. “You’re just a little cock tease, aren’t you Kev? Get a guy worked up and leave him with full balls. You get off on it don’t you? …That’s not gonna work tonight my friend. This is MY party. You’re a guest in MY house and you need to show me some gratitude.”

Matt unlocked the bathroom door and scouted the hallway. With no one in sight he clapped his hand over my mouth and forced me down the hallway and into a spare bedroom. He pushed me hard and I stumbled across the room and onto the floor. I was stunned. I started to yell, but received a sharp slap across my face. “Shut the fuck up.” His voice was nasty.

I stood up and started for the door, but he stuck out his foot and I tripped. Matt stripped off his belt. He folded it in half and snapped it at me. The first blow hit me in the shoulder. He placed his foot between my shoulder blades and whipped my butt four or five times. It hurt and he meant it to. I cried out again. I looked into his face, he gave me a stern look. “This is happening Kev. You can fight it if you want, it doesn’t matter to me. Actually it makes it more fun. And don’t try to bs me that you don’t want this. I know otherwise.”

Matt went to the bedside table and pulled some items out of the drawer. I could only identify one. It looked like a bag of cable ties. He threw the items on the bed and told me to take off my shirt. At this point I thought my best move was to not make any more waves. I pulled off my shirt and let it drop to the floor next to me. He pulled out a zip tie and ordered me to cross my hands together behind my back. My wrists were quickly zipped together, though not quite as tight as he could have. Matt took me by my upper arm and directed me to sit on the bench by the foot of the bed. “Don’t Move!” Kneeling in front of me, he untied the laces of my sneakers, then retied them together so that I wouldn’t be able to walk.

Gruffly grasping my arm, Matt guided me to my knees. He stepped back about ten feet and unbuttoned his pants. I heard the soft metallic titter as he slowly unzipped his pants and let them fall down around his calves. A significant bulge protruded from his blue briefs. He inserted his thumbs into the waistband and pushed them down as well. I got my first look at a naked Matt, at least the essential parts of him.

It was obvious that he did a little manscaping. His pubs were trimmed to about ½” and cut in the shape of a trapezoid. His balls were shaved, smooth and bigger than I had ever seen. HIs uncut cock hung there. Even soft, it was bigger… girthier than I had imagined. Definitely bigger than Jon’s.

“Bring that pretty little mouth over here,” he barked at me.

It was difficult to obey with my sneakers tied together and my wrists zipped as well. I shuffled forward on my knees as best as I could. I struggled to maintain my balance and so my progress was slow. Matt watched with amusement.

When I finally reached him and was eye to eye with his cock, he grasped my chin and forced me to look up at him. He wetted a finger with his spit and traced it around my lips, then forced it into my mouth. Another finger quickly joined it and they explored. “Mmmmmm” was what I heard.

Removing his fingers, he grabbed his meat and shook it, then slapped it a few times against my cheek. “Can’t fuck you with a soft cock Kev. I need you to fix that. Open wide and let’s rectify the situation.” He took several steps backward, forcing me to greatly lean forward to take his manhood in my mouth. Just as my lips were about to reach the tip of it, he took another giant step back, and I fell forward. My forehead hit the hardwood floor with a giant thud. He guffawed. “Clumsy fuck aren’t you? Get up!” I squirmed and writhed on the floor trying to leverage myself back up to my knees. He watched me struggle for several minutes with apparent delight before helping me back up. But then, just as I was reclaiming my balance on my knees, he gave a slight push. I went reeling backwards and to the side, my head crashing onto the floor again. My head throbbed in pain. He made a tsk tsk sound. “You’re a real spaz aren’t you. How do you manage to get around in life. I mean for real.”

He lifted me back onto my knees. “See that you stay upright this time”. Matt slapped me hard against my cheek and when my mouth reflexively opened. He jammed his dick inside. “Suck it retard! Better make a good effort.”

Still dazed, I did the best I could. I wrapped my lips around it. It’s difficult to do a good job when your hands are tied behind you. I did my best. I tried to move my body so that I could work the entire shaft. I wrapped my tongue around the tip, slobbering profusely in the process. His member swelled in response. I tried hard to take it all in. I wasn’t used to taking something that large in my mouth, especially as bound up as I was.

Matt grew impatient with me and took control. He snarked that my cock sucking was grossly substandard and said he pitied Jon if this is how I gave blow jobs. He grabbed me not by my head, but by my hair, as he jerked my head up and down his cock. I winced with each yank, convinced he was going to pull out tufts of my hair. He crammed it in… as far as he could, jostling my head around to make my throat accept every last millimeter. His pelvis pressed hard into my face, cutting off my air supply completely. My senses competed with each other.. eyes watering, nose tickled from his pubs against my nose, the smell of the musk of his groin, his balls pressed up against my chin. I couldn’t help but gagg from his thickness. Saliva welled up in my mouth. My mouth was so full, I couldn’t cry out. My head held in a vice-like grip. I tried to squirm. He was fully engorged now. I wanted that cock out of my mouth. I needed to breathe.

My efforts to free myself didn’t seem to register with him, worse I think it excited him more. My vision got blurry and I started to go limp before he yanked my pushed my mouth off him. I barely got in two gulps of air before he started right back up, plunging his girthy shaft in and out. I was commanded to clamp my lips down harder on his dick, to really work it… make a better effort,… but no teeth.

His breathing increased and his body began to tense up. His vocalizations changed. I braced myself for the flood of cum that I knew was about to hurtle down my throat, but at the last minute he abruptly pushed me off. I tumbled backward again and I watched him grab his dick in an effort to forestall his orgasm. He succeeded.

As my head cracked against the floor I had an epiphany. I used the heel of my right foot against the heel of the left sneaker to push the sneaker off. Then I used the freed foot to force off the other sneaker. No longer hobbled, I rolled over and got back up on my knees. Using my leg muscles, I heaved myself up and ran toward the bedroom door.

Matt saw my mad dash toward the door and attempted to cut me off, but he was stymied by his pants and briefs which were still straddling one of his ankles. The taste of freedom was in my mouth. I was going to get out of this room and this house. My hands still tied, I fumbled for the door knob. Matt had recovered by now and reached the door just before I could get a firm grip on the doorknob. My escape was thwarted and my fate was sealed. He dragged me over and threw me facedown on the bed. I expected to hear anger from him, instead he sounded excited. He told me that I was making this more fun than he ever imagined… because now I would have to be punished.

He picked up my sneakers off the floor and moved to whack me with them. I tensed up in anticipation of the blows. I was hit everywhere. Luckily the few strikes that he was able to land weren’t too bad. This was due to the fact that they were sneakers and tied together. Matt was unable to build up the momentum that he needed to hit me with any real force. He dropped them to the floor and looked around. His gaze fell on his belt. “Yes” he said as he went over and scooped it up. The first hit landed squarely on my bare back and I jerked up. These were followed by a few on my thighs and butt. I tried not to cry out and give him satisfaction.

“Kevin, dude, you weren’t trying to leave were you? We weren’t even close to the part where I fuck you. After all that’s what you’ve been wanting all this time. I know you need it bad. Why would you try to leave before we got to the good part? Where were you going?”

My silence was met with another crack of the belt. It landed squarely on my ass hard, and I yelled out.

“Not a rhetorical question fucktard. Where were you going.” His voice was harsh and authoritative.

“Don’t know,” I replied in a meek voice.

I heard the whoosh of the belt moving through the air before it met my ass, I got hit twice. I grunted.

“Try again. Were you.. I dunno thirsty? Were you going to get a glass of water?” I felt his spit splatter on me as he shouted this out.

I wimped out. “Yes, that was it. I was thirsty”, I stammered out.

I felt the bite of the belt several more times.

“No, I think the truth is that you’re afraid of my big horse cock. You were barely able to take it down your throat, and you’re afraid you can’t handle that motherfucker in your ass. Good to be afraid boy, cause I am gonna wreck it, and you’re gonna like it.”

“I’m not Jon,” he continued. “This isn’t going to be all nice and sweet. This is going to be a rough ride partner.” He bent down and whispered in my ear, “But that’s what you’ve been secretly wanting isn’t it? A bit of the nasty. Real man-sex. Not what that tiny dicked Jon is giving you. That’s why you’ve been coming on to me.” He dropped the belt onto the bed.

“Enough already. I think it’s time to start the real show, don’t you?” Matt grabbed my legs and pulled them over the side of the bed. Reaching under me, he undid my shorts and pried them off. I hear him laugh. “Ducks. What the fuck. Who wears underwear with ducks?” He laughed again, “You’ll be walking like a duck when I’m through with you.” With that he stripped off my boxers.

He whistled. “Oh my God boy. That is one nice ass. So smooth… juicy.” He slapped my ass and pried apart my cheeks. “That’s a hole to die for, boy. Nice and pink… it looks tight Kev.” He rubbed his finger around it. “ I’m getting real hard thinking about introducing my cock to that tight hole.

The door to the bedroom opened. “Hey what’s the commotion?”

I turned my head and saw it was Bryan, a good friend of Matt’s. A rather stocky guy. mid 30’s, like Matt. Dark hair, clean shaven, brown eyes, deep voice. I had met him a number of times before, but didn’t know him well.

“Is that Jon’s boy you got there!?” There was amazement in his voice. “Well that’s a prize you’ve been wanting for some time. Jon ok with this?”

Matt proceeded to tell him lies. That I’d come on to him downstairs. Licking my lips whenever he looked at me, making obscene gestures. He said I lured him up to the bathroom where I pulled down my pants, bent over and showed him my hole.

“And you know what he said to me?” Matt smirked. “Tell Bryan what you said to me in the bathroom Kev.”

“ No, it wasn’t anything like that.” I protested.

“He’s just embarrassed ‘cause you caught me and him all naked about to do the nasty. Tell Bryan what you said.”

“ I dunno, nothing,” I sputtered.

Matt slapped me hard. “Trashboy told me he wanted my cock real bad. Needed it actually. Told me he wanted me to fuck his brains out. Then he reached over and gave my box a big squeeze. Didn’t ya, ya little bitch?

“Oh yeah?” Bryan said. “Kevin there? Little bashful, quiet Kev said that to you?

“Yup”

“Damn. So Jon’s boy here is a closet slut,” Bryan continued. “All twinks are sluts at heart. His ass is kinda red. Did he give you trouble?”

“Once he got a good look at my equipment, he began to have second thoughts. I convinced him to stay though.” Matt picked the belt up off the bed and slapped it lightly in his hand to illustrate his method of persuasion. “Hey you want to stay? Shitboy’s mouth is incredible and I’m about to tap that ass… What do you say boy? I’ve seen Bryan here slam ass real good. Want a double dick-down?”

I began to shake, I couldn’t find my voice.

“You’re being rude. Didn’t your parents teach you respect? I’m giving you the opportunity to have two dicks shoved up your ass. Variety. A competition to see which dick makes you see the most stars and gives you the most pleasure.

I was still speechless. Matt raised the belt, poised to give me another smack. Bryan stopped him. He said he had a more compelling method of eliciting a response. Bryan strolled over to the closet and withdrew a metal hangar. I started to reply but was too late. The hangar sliced through the air and cracked hard against my ass. “FUCK!” I cried out.

“See there, he found his voice.” Bryan continued whacking my ass and thigh hard after each word. “Do..you..want..my..cock..too?”

“Yes,” I screamed. “Anything you want. Just stop.”

“Thank-you, it’d be my pleasure,” Bryan said gleefully. “I’d be happy to fulfill your request.”

Matt paused and said that they needed to do one thing before they started. They had to do this right and proper. He fluffed up the pillows at the head of the bed and had all three of us sit up against them, with me in the middle.

He pulled out his phone. He said that he needed to make a vid. He had us put our arms around each other like we were buddies.He instructed me as to what he wanted me to say. “ … And look happy when you say it.”

He held the phone out in front of us and began to record.

“Matt here… As you can see I’m with my good friends…..”

“Bryan,” said Bryan

“and”

there was a pause and he elbowed me hard. “Kevin,” I said quickly.

“Now we’re all together because Kev here wants some new experiences. He’s only ever had the experience of one guy’s dick inside him. Isn’t that right Kev?”

Fingers dug into my shoulder. “Yes, that’s right,” I said quietly.

“Jon isn’t it? Remind us what you said. How you convinced us to help you out.”

Tears started to run down my cheeks. Matt stopped recording and snapped at me to buckle up and smile. Sound excited and be convincing. He waited a few minutes and started recording again.

Bryan started, “Yeah tell us again how it is.”

I inhaled, looked straight into the phone and tried to smile. “Like I told you, Jon doesn’t really satisfy me anymore. I’m sick of his puny dick. I can barely tell when he’s fucking me. I’ve heard Matt has a massive cock and knows how to fuck real good. I want to feel what it’s like to have a real man’s cock inside me.” I was dying inside when I said that. Hoping Jon would never see this vid.

“And we’re happy to oblige him, aren’t we?”

“Sure are,” piped in Bryan.

“We’re all consenting adults about to have a have some goddamn good fun”

“Yup” said Bryan

“Yeah” I agreed.

Matt told me to lay down on my stomach. He gave the phone to Bryan and told him to get it all. “Make sure you get his face when I impale him.” Then to me he said: “Impales the right word boy. You want to fucked by real men? Well real men fuck hard. Real men aren’t all nicey, nicey. It’s gonna hurt bad at first. You’re gonna feel me go in and root all around.” Then in a harsh whisper: “But that’s what little whores like you really desire deep down.” He laughed at his pun. “Yeah DEEP down inside you.”

He picked up the lube, spread my ass cheeks apart, and gave a few pumps. His fingers roughly spread it around and inside my hole. I was thankful that he took some time to work it in.. One finger, …more lube, then two, …more lube, then three. I was ordered to get up on all fours. His rod was hard as granite as he oiled it up in front of me. Preparation. He smacked my ass hard and declared it ripe and primed.

I braced myself as Matt’s hands gripped my hips and plunged straight in. I screamed. Really I screamed. It echoed in the room and I’m sure it reverberated through the house. I know I saw real stars. The pain was so intense. “Pussy,” Matt snorted. “I’m not even a quarter of the way in. Did you get his face Bryan?”

“Sure did! It was spectacular.”

He withdrew and I almost caught my breath before he penetrated me again. My arms collapsed and I buried my head in the bed. Tears welled up. I started crying softly. “Third of the way, boy. Shit that hole is feeling real good to me, and so tight. I have my work cut out for me… Keep that ass up you little shit.” I reached out for one of the pillows and drew it to me. My ass felt on fire. It had never been stretched so wide. He said it was only a third in but it felt like it was so far in that it was in my throat.

Matt pulled out and lubed everything up more. Another forceful thrust. I just sobbed and he was eating it up. “I can tell you’re just loving this, BOY. “

“Half way. you think I’m halfway Bryan?”

“Nope boss. not quite.”

“ Yeah definitely going to take some effort to open him up the whole way”

Matt pulled out and gave another thrust. “We’re getting there. He’s opening up for me. It’s so nice and warm in there Bryan. You’re going to go nuts when it’s your turn.” He slapped my butt. “Help me out here, twinky. Why am I doing all the fucking work? This is all for you. For you! New experiences and all. Open up that ass wider for me. I need to get in all the way. Back up on it. Give it a squeeze”.

I tried. Between my full out sobs. I tried to do what he asked.

A final jab as he firmly gripped my ass and pushed hard. He shook my ass side to side and he wiggled his cock deeper inside. “Shit…I am full on in,” he announced to the room.

It felt it too. I felt his dick pushing against the far wall of my colon. “How’s it feel little buddy. Is it all you dreamed of?”

I didn’t respond. I was still blubbering. “What’s that? You want more…harder? See Bryan… he’s definitely a whore.”

He pushed my back and ass down into the bed and proceeded to put his whole weight on me and began to grind away. He did pushups.. pulling out and as he entered me, he released his arms, falling on top of me. I grunted and umphed as the air was repeatedly knocked out of me.

“Roll over on your back, shithead!”

I rolled over. Matt emitted a gasp and a hearty laugh. “Bryan do you see this? Do you see this? My boy’s hard. Rock hard. He’s really loving this. Kev. Buddy, you really are a tramp. Moan for me little guy. Let me hear those moans of pleasure. Bryan, his dick is leaking like a sieve. I going make the little dude spurt.”

I got red in the face. I was embarrassed. It hurt so very bad, but he was hitting all the right spots and it was enthralling. Matt began to rapid-fire fuck me, while stroking my cock. I did moan. Loudly I think. I begged him not to stop. His hard thrusts started to move my body up the bed. It didn’t take long. I think I said “Shhhiiittt,” and I blew my load. Arcs of cum went everywhere. Bryan remarked he thought one spurt went 2 feet in the air.

This really turned Matt on and it wasn’t long before he juiced my ass. I felt it too. 6 or 7 forceful spurts. He spent a few minutes continuing to grind in me before pulling out and sticking it in my mouth to clean.

He gave me a whimsical look “You really are a nice piece of trash. I told you that you’d liked it. A real man’s dick. A real fuck. How does it compare with Jon’s?”

I told him what he wanted to hear. I told him that Jon’s dick definitelly wouldn’t satisfy me anymore. I told him that I’d probably be thinking of him everytime Jon fucked me from now on.

Matt liked that. He turned to Bryan and told him to give him the phone. It was Bryan’s turn now. “You up for it slutboy?”

Now that it was over, the throbbing pain in my ass returned, and I became aware of all of the aches in my body again. No. I didn’t want Bryan in me.. I felt ashamed of myself, and scared Jon would find out, but I knew it was a rhetorical question. I nodded my head a little. Bryan climbed on the bed and mounted me. He wasn’t any more kind, maybe worse. Having cum already, it seemed to hurt more. He was a choker, and he liked to do it every way imaginable. And he was imaginative, but not as rough as Matt. I didn’t emit any moans this time. I was sniveling when he finished using me.

I was glad it was all over… but in fact it wasn’t. My cries had elicited curiosity within the house. There were others in the room when Bryan emptied his balls in me. Their tongues hanging out. I could see their lust for me… and Matt told them to go ahead and use me however they liked. I was nothing but a party favor, compliments of him. Matt said to let him know if I gave them any grief. He’d make sure I stayed compliant.

10280