Life of the Party

Chapter 3 – Up Close and Personal

 

Nancy releases the leash from the cord overhead and the relief in my legs and dick is immense.

 

She says “Take a seat everybody, time for the next party game.” As she passes a cloth bag to “The Mean One”(I’ll just call her TMO from here on out since she is becoming more and more paramount in my misery.)

 

“Here, pass these out.” 

 

TMO takes a look in the bag and gives me a smirk and says “excellent”.

 

As the first woman dips into the bag, I am watching with great interest. She pulls out a clothespin. As my mind spins thinking of the things my tormentors could do with clothespins – none good, I try to pull back away only to receive a huge jerk from Nancy.

 

“Where do you think you’re going Jack, time for you to get to know your guests a little better, or should I say time for them to get to know YOU a little better.”

 

“Girls, I feel like a lousy hostess, I haven’t even properly introduced our host. This is Jack from my workplace. I now own Jack and he will do whatever any of us want him to. I love how frightened he looks right now and can only imagine the overwhelming feeling he must have of utter helplessness and complete humiliation. Just look him up and down, his nakedness must feel 100 times more intense with all of us fully clothed.” She laughs and finishes with “just wait and see what we have in store for tomorrow.”

 

As the clothespins were distributed to all, Nancy pulls the leash tight and I’m obliged to follow as she parades me around the room in front of the women. My embarrassment and humiliation are renewed as the women are giggling and pointing and since they are all seated, they are at dick level, which exaggerates my discomfort. Occasionally a woman will stare close up at my privates and then look up to my eyes and laugh at my complete helplessness.

 

“Our host is going to get to know each of you a little better one-on-one so please wait your turn. This is your change for a little personal attention, so you can look at anything you want as close as you want, you can touch, probe, slap or do anything else you can think of to any part of his body to maximize his humiliation, you can command him to perform any action you desire, please no sexual orders at this time. Later on you will all have the opportunity to force him to service you with his tongue in any way you want. You will be able to humiliate him further by having him beg to lick your ass and stick his tongue up your bung hole in front of all of us, or if you are more shy, you can have him secured in a private setting for you to live any fantasy you have. But please when that time comes, remember the cock and balls are for torture, the tongue is for your pleasure. We in no way want this slave to have any sexual gratification for himself. So for this game anything else goes and remember before he moves on to the next guest, place your clothespin somewhere on his cock or balls so that he remembers you personally. So let’s get started.”

 

I am straining back against the leash as much as I can stand but eventually I am pulled  up close in front of the first girl, it is another one that I know from work – just my luck.

 

TMO says “I love the way he resists and strains against his bonds even though he must know that it is hopeless to do so and we control his painful destiny. To see him squirm and moan is really very exciting. And Nancy, you are a great slave owner, I love it when he’s pleading with you to let him go because he can’t take any more and you just laugh in his face and increase the pain level.”

 

The first woman was more embarrassing and humiliating to me than painful because she knew me from work as she pinches and pokes at my cock and balls and says “Hi Jack.”. The next few are fairly tame as well and are a little embarrassed themselves for touching a dick in public. They do a little pulling and slapping and fairly quickly place their clothespins so that I can be jerked forward by Nancy.

 

The fifth woman is different from the first four and is now about a foot in front of me staring at crotch level looks up at me and says “I expect you to be at eye level when I’m talking to you.” I hesitate for a split second and feel the fire in my dick as Nancy savagely yanks down hard. I am immediately on my knees breathing heavily through my teeth. The woman slaps my face and then grabs me by my chin and says “ I’m going to make a lasting impression. Spread your knees as far as they go and do so immediately without being told when ever a guest commands you to your knees. Also keep your legs spread when you are allowed to stand as well. You have no rights, privacy, or dignity any longer.”

 

“Jack, you always ignored me at work like I wasn’t good enough for you. I guess you’re not ignoring me now.” The twins chime in “right on sister.” “I’m going to tell you first what I’m going to do so that you can think about it and squirm a little in anticipation.

 

First, you’ll back up a couple of feet on your spread knees so that I can get a good look and kick at your balls. Next you will stand and approach with your legs spread for me to conduct a through probing examination of your cock and balls, and then with Nancy holding your arms back, I’m going to test that leash to see if I can pull it off without unsnapping it. And finally I’ll adorn you with a special clamp instead of a  clothespin right on the tip of your dick.”

 

I was in a daze and frozen in time.

 

“What the fuck are you weighting for” barks Nancy.

 

I waddle backward on my stretched out knees and as scripted the woman comes up hard with her foot right on the bottom side of my balls. I start doubling over with white pain when Nancy yanks me to my feet.

 

The woman is then within inches of my crotch pinching and probing my most private parts like she was selecting a hunk of meat at the market. She stretches my dick up and grabs both aching balls and pulls them downward. This is getting lots of attention from the crowd yielding mean spirited laughter.

 

When she has satisfied her curiosity, she motions to Nancy. Nancy is automatically joined by TMO who both stand behind we one holding each arm and brace themselves for what is next. The woman grabs the leash and gives a couple of shacks like she’s using the reigns on a horse. Then she starts pulling harder right in front of her amused devious face. She moves a little to the side as she stretches further and is now no more than 2 inches from the side of my distended member. As she pulls, the skin it is bunching up around the head so that there is no possible way it will slip off.

As she increases the pressure, my muffled scream becomes louder and louder between gasps of “PLEEEASE SSTTOOOOP!!!!, I’ll do anything you want.”

 

Again a voice in the back “you already are doing anything we want”

 

When it feels like my dick is going to rip off my body, she lets up, gives my rod a good squeeze around the barded collar to produce one last gasp from me. Instead of a clothespin, she pulls out small clamp out that has yellow handles and is something you would see in a garage shop and places it right on the sensitive foreskin just over the tip of my dick and says “next.” One down and about 25 to go, it’s going to be a long night.

 

To be continued

 

Chapter 4 – My Big Mistake

 

 

I continue my long plight from woman to woman with something new at each stop. I’m now out in the middle of the room, always now with my legs spread as far as they will go completely exposed and vulnerable from all sides.

 

 

With so many women, I am completely surrounded so that the guest I’m servicing is working me over there always seems to be somebody behind me slapping my ass, spreading my ass checks and laughing or reaching between my legs and pinching or slapping my balls. When I instinctively jump, the one in front would punish me more severely for moving when she told me to be perfectly still.

 

At one point one of the women actually takes me outside in the fenced back yard. The feel of the crisp outside air, sunlight, and openness renews and increases 10 fold my feeling of helpless humiliation. I instinctively want to hide behind something and cover myself, which of course is impossible (by this time tomorrow, I would know all too well how much more intense all of my feelings could be outdoors in the open). She takes me to a patch of thistle covered with cockle burrs and tells me to gather some for her any way I can. I was totally freaking out that she is going to make me pick them up with my dick. However, she doesn’t protest when I put my foot out and gingerly step down. It hurt a little, but far better than what I feared. I lift my foot and she removes about 10 burrs from my foot onto a small plate. I am thinking this isn’t so bad, maybe this girl is different. We go back inside where she finishes up with a well thought out place for her clothespin, since we were beginning to run out of bare skin.

 

By now I have “met” over half of the women and have learned the hard way that where and how they place their clothespins makes all the difference. The ones that pinch a lot of skin on my scrotum created more of a dull pain that increased overtime as they remain attached. The ones that are barely attached on just a bit of skin, especially those along the shaft have more of an immediate sharp pain that remained constant over time. The most painful are those placed far back on the underside of my balls reaching back toward my butt hole. This skin is the most sensitive and they also are pushed against whenever I am forced from standing to kneeling and back (I’ll learn soon enough that the clacking together and twisting of the pins would cause the most intense pain so far.) One woman actually has me turn around and bend over and has two of her friends pull my ass checks apart for her enjoyment. She pokes around for a long time with one of those Chinese wooden backscratchers that on one side has curved tines (the side used for scratching) which was a whole new dimension of humiliation having my butt completely stretched out and vulnerable for all. She uses the curved side to dig into the soft skin of my balls and pulls as far as she could. She uses the other side, the smooth side, like a riding crop to slap my ass and balls as she and her cheek stretching friends laugh. She uses the handle in to poke my butt hole to see me squirm. Then as she finishes, she places her clothespin right on the puckered skin around my bung hole.

 

The next woman is telling me to beg her to perform her torture acts.

 

When I refuse, TMO is right there behind me reaching between my spread knees and twisting two of the clothespins in opposite directions. The pain is so intense, that I have no choice once again.

 

So I find myself now pleading “please mistress, slap my dick and balls with your riding crop 20 times until tears come to my eyes” which brings the loudest applause and laughter yet. I hear in the background “What a loser”, “what a wimp”, and “this is the most fun I’ve ever had with a man – and with my clothes on.”

With that, the woman commands me to count the blows as my dick is stretched out far and I am forced to bend over backwards so that she has a better shot at my balls. She starts on the head of my dick which is free from clothespins.

 

 “One”, then again harder on the tip.

 

“Two” now she starts working her way down the shaft to my balls.

 

“Three, Four, Five.” Each smack hits the ever increasing number of clothespins causing them clack together and makes me jerk in pain.

 

By the time she reaches the soft ultra sensitive underside of my balls, she was on fifteen. She is really enjoying my squirming and gasping as are the observers, many of whom are shouting out the count as well. She was using more force now and by eighteen my eyes are watering and I can’t see but I’m sure my balls are a bloody mess.

 

Nineteen is a direct hit between my balls and ass hole.

 

“AARGGGGGH!!! – NINETEEN!”

 

Twenty is right against the clothespin on my hole and the pain goes all through my body.

 

All I can say is “AAAAAAAAAA!!!”.

 

I collapse into the arms of the women that are bending me over. My tormentor says “you didn’t call out twenty, I guess I’ll have to start over at one.”

 

I immediately begin convulsing and struggling harder than ever against my bonds at this horrifying thought when she says to a roar of laughter “just kidding” and places her pin far back behind my balls.

 

As I’m being yanked to my next guest by Nancy, I experience a brief sense of relief seeing that it is the last one because my dick and balls feel like they are about to fall off. Then my relief is replaced with a feeling of sheer terror when I see that the last one is no other than “THE MEAN ONE” aka TMO.

 

She looks like she has been sitting back enjoying the show and is sitting very seductively drinking a glass of wine with this mean looking smirk on her face. TMO is a stunning sight at nearly 6 feet tall, slim long legs, small firm breasts, blue eyes and long golden blond hair.

 

She grabs the leash from Nancy and savagely  pulls me to my knees and having learned my lesson, I immediately spread my knees as far as they will go. She seems intrigued by how many clothespins are on my cock and balls. She begens clacking them together with her fingers which makes the pain even worse.

 

Nancy says to TMO “you are the best at making him squirm. Look, he is actually trembling as you clack his pins.” More laughter when I plead with her to stop.

 

She completely ignores me and continues with the clacking for several minutes. When she tires of this, she looks right in my eyes and twists two of the pins on my balls in opposite directions like she did before, but twists further this time. My knees begin to buckle as I try to back away. TMO gives Nancy a look and Nancy immediately grabs the leash and pulls me back to within inches of TMO’s face. She’s licking her lips and I can see in her eyes that she is truly enjoying this as she twists even further.

 

As I put my head back and scream “AAAAAHHHH!!!, NOOOOO!!!” I realize that my pain is getting TMO off sexually. I still have my head back so the jerk upward takes me by surprise and it feels like she’s pulling my dick off by the time I scurry to my feet. Next she takes a device from her bag and holds it up for me and the women to see. My jaw drops in anticipation. The women are all talking amongst themselves and yelling words of approval and encouragement, as if TMO needed any additional motivation.

 

The device looks to be made out of stainless steel with about an eight inch handle. The end is forked in two with a spiked wheel attached between the forks on an axle. It looks like a little spur with a straight handle. The spiked wheel turns freely and the spikes look really sharp.

 

She demonstrates the usage on my stomach and chest. It hurts everywhere and especially on the nipples. Now she pulls the leash even tighter and ties it off on the arm of her chair. Now my dick is no more than three inched from her beautiful face. Looking down at that site, her wonderful lips and partially open mouth two inches from my cock almost gives me a little twinge in my groin, but I am quickly brought back to reality by a firm grip on the collar.

 

TMO says “I want you to watch me do this to you, if you look away, it will be much, much worse.”

 

She brings the hellish device to the tip of my dick and begins rolling it along the head. I was breathing hard and was making little “uph” sounds.

 

Meanwhile, there is increased activity behind me and I know I can’t afford to glance back to see with TMO’s threat. I can feel two women  pulling my ass checks far apart and with my legs spread, I am totally exposed front and back and bottom.

 

Then I feel a different sensation. It is like little pin pricks starting at the top of my crack and going down about every inch right in the crevice of my crack.

 

My attention is brought back up front as TMO is very amused with women gathering around pointing and whispering amongst themselves at my helpless expense. She is rolling her cruel device down on my shaft zigzagging between the clothespins and my gasps, no matter how hard I tried to muffle them, were getting louder.

 

On the back side, there is a sense of excitement with a lot of women gathering around as the pin pricks now reach all the way down to the soft skin right on my butt hole opening and even feel like one was right in the hole. The pricks do not hurt much, especially compared to what TMO is inflicting on my dick shaft.

 

Behind me I hear a woman say “Oh my god, look at that, that is amazing.”

 

And another say “I can’t believe you’re doing that to him, this is going to be great.”

 

And still another “you take the prize for originality.”

 

Now TMO has made her way down to my balls and is squeezing the base of them to make the skin very tight. I had no idea how sensitive this makes them. As she rolls the spiked wheel on my stretched balls, I try to squirm away but am firmly kept in place by the leash.

 

With TMO grasping and torturing my balls, her face was now just an inch or two from the tip of my dick. Her eyes look wild when she glances up at me.

 

What happens next all occurs in a very short time.

 

With TMO doing a number on my balls, I am now screaming in pain “AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” over and over again, which makes TMO even more aggressive and she is laughing out loud.

 

But with all of the attention on my backside, with lots of women now pointing and laughing, I am finally able to place in my mind what those pin pricks up my crack could be. But then it was too late.

 

As I gasp out “COCKLE BURRS!!!”, the ass check girls slam my ass back together and it feels like a blow torch is up my butt. I almost pass out as I jump forward.

 

As I am still looking down at TMO, I realize what a monumental mistake this is. I am already imagining the terrible retribution that is in my future as I see the tip of my dick lung forward with a direct hit right into the laughing mouth of TMO!!!

 

She falls backwards spitting and dropping the wheel from hell (that I knew now I would really get to know somewhere down the road). TMO is blushing with embarrassment and then turns beet red with anger.

 

She grabs my dick and squeezes so hard on the barded collar and clothespins that I open my mouth to scream, but nothing comes out.

 

As I was passing out, I hear her say “I can’t believe you stuck you pathetic little dick in MY mouth in front of MY friends. We were thinking about releasing you, but now JACK must pay.”

 

To be continued…