It sounds like a good party is going on.  Sound is all I have had to go by for quite a while after someone zipped my eye holes shut.  Sound and various fondlings and feelings.  It is an odd feeling being and object, a piece of art.  To have someone fondling and stroking your cock who you’ve never met, cannot see and is having a conversation about it with someone else as if you aren’t even there.

One woman, whose deep, throaty voice make me believe is considerably older than my 25 years, is taking great pleasure in digging her fingernails into the back of my already sensitive and stretched scrotum.  My not inconsiderable pain seems to be of no consequence, as she discusses her current stock portfolio with a male friend while she squeezes my balls ever so tightly, curling her fingers up and behind to dig her seemingly 3 inch long dagger nails into the soft skin..  Finally, for whatever reason, maybe she sees a friend across the room, she gives my balls a final hard squeeze and my nipple a playful bite and whispers in my ear “maybe Gerald will let me take you…” before the sound of her high heels (boots, I fantasized, but never will know for sure) clicking on the hardwood floor fades into the din of the party and the background jazz playing.

I, of course, am so strictly gagged and hooded could I cannot ask for clarification on that statement.

Time is odd, as a piece of furniture.  All I can do is listen to the random conversations, until two younger sounding, but definately male admirers begin to examine me like a piece of art.  Squealing with delight as they feel my hard muscled body, they let their hands roam all over me, squeezing my biceps and legs.  Being straight, I am very uncomfortable, especially when I feel a hand begin to stroke my achingly hard cock.  The Viagra is certainly doing it’s job, as I seem to only get harder as the night goes on.  God, I feel a whole body blush forming as I feel myself starting to respond to his expert hand.  “Oh, I think he is gay!” One proclaims.  I shake my head to argue, but can only wuff through my nose in protest.  “Well, check out that dildo he’s on, I don’t think a straight boy could take it” replies the other one, his alcohol slurred laughter is followed by a hard spank on my muscular ass.  Yeah, I think, that dildo is keeping me chilled out.  I guess I should call it a “chilldo” I silently (for several reasons) laugh.  Gallows humour is the best kind.

The hand starts to expertly work the head and I would squirm if I could, but I am held in place to the pole behind me, not by miles of rope, but by the simple, elegant solution of a very large, very unmovable plug up my ass with its base attached to the pole.

I am mortified to realize I am really starting to get close as this guy speeds up.  I guess no one knows their way around a hard cock like a gay man.  God how embarrassed I would be if a guy stroked me off.  I wish I stop this, but it is feeling really good.  He is a pro, because just right at the moment I think I am going to shoot a load in the middle of this party, right in front of what I can only guess are 50 or 60 people, he stops.  They laugh.  Oh how they laugh. “No cummies for you, young man!” the drunk one says.  “Gerald would KILL us if we made a mess on his floor”.  “Oh, I don’t know, lets give him another try” The other one laughs.  They repeat several times until they, too, got bored or see someone else and leave me alone, impaled, sweating, breathless and now desperate to come.  If my hands were free right now, god I could finish in like 1 stroke.  Fuck!  A guy got me this hot.

I guess I should have expected that when I agreed to this.  I knew there would be men and women there, but I just hadn’t thought it through.  Like this whole deal I hadn’t thought through.

I hear more high heels clicking along with  the sounds of two people.  In my heightened awareness, I think one must be man and one a woman.  Suddenly I feel a womans leather covered ass pressed against my cock and then the rest of her body too.  Then I feel a set of arms go around me and the woman.  The sounds of kissing and heavy breathing get louder as her whole back is pressed against me, and her ass is grinding into my cock.  I feel her skirt lift and my whole universe is my cock that keeps tantalizingly feeling between her cheeks as she is being molested against me.  God if it wasn’t for this plug I could move my hips and grind against her!

She tells him how hot she is and he should take her upstairs and he keeps grinding her up against me, and me against the pole on my back.  I want to see them!  I want to fuck her!  God I want something.  I bet I could come just from this if this goddamn cock ring that’s at least 2 sizes too small wasn’t holding me back.  Suddenly the pressure is lifted and they leave.

I’m alone for a while.  My heart rate reduces, I can control my breathing.  I am still horny as hell, and the cock ring, Viagra and constant prostate massage are making sure my ever present erection are still very high on the attention scale.  I listen to two men and a woman argue about the show “Lost” which I have never seen, but is the only entertainment I have for a while.

Masked by their closeness, I don’t hear someone walk up to me until a hand is around my cock again.  “Mmmmm, mmm, you are a fine one, aren’t you?”  I hear another deep female voice say.  She runs another hand up my 6 pack and says “where did Gerard find this one?  God, look at his ass!”  I feel another smaller, almost tiny hand feel around behind my ass where the plug is holding me captive.  “His ass very full!” a thickly accented female asian voice exclaims.

“I could just eat him up!”  I feel a lot of warmth envelope me as I am embraced in what could only be called a full body hug.  The woman feels very, um, curvy, and her breasts are enormous as the press into me.  Worse, her weight and embrace are driving me even deeper onto the chilldo!  I groan through my nose.  “I think he like” says the asian voice.  The large woman hugging me must not be wearing panties under her skirt as I feel the wetness of her pussy rubbing against my cock.  She is about half and inch from raping me, in front of this whole party, but she is just a little too short and can’t make it work.

“Let me try!” says the asian girl and she climbs me like a tree.  My legs are very strong and I can support her little weight.  She is wearing some sort of vinyl pants and I feel her little body grinding on me, the heels of her boots digging in to the back of my legs and her weight on my shoulders. but that is all she can get.  “Sexy, sexy man” she says a bit wistfully.  I feel fingernails rake across my chest, and then the receding clicking, once more, of high heels.

I hear other heels clicking, and the sound of a heavy tread, as well.  “Ah, my dear, here is a display you will like” Gerard’s smooth voice says.  Two sets of very long fingernails begin tracing aggressively up and down my chest and husky voice says “What does it’s face look like?”  Suddenly my already sore nipples are both given a strong pinch.

“What do you care?  If I allow you to take it home, I think I will leave the hood locked on.”  Allow her to take me home?  That wasn’t what I agreed too.  God, I just want this to be over soon.

“Hmmm, we shall see, Gerard, we shall see.  Whatever happens it will never see my face, you know I can’t afford that.”    I felt one hand wrap itself around my cock and another nailed hand firmly gripped my balls.  “Oh well, you’re party is young, and I have HOURS to convince you to see things my way.”

Gerard just laughs in reply, as the walk on to something else, leaving me to contemplate that last sentence…