The Party

     I had been told after arriving Thursday evening that we were
going to go to a party Saturday night, and that I was to be tied
up for the guests to play with.   I've gone to bondage parties on
a regular basis, but this would be my first experience at a gay
party.  Late that afternoon, my Master had me put on the slave
harness that has D-rings attached to each strap.  He loved how I
looked in it and told me to keep it on.  I was told to put shorts
and a T-shirt on for the trip.  He also had me pack with the rope
and restraints, my heavy leather hood.  This hood has only two
small holes for the nose to breathe, along with straps that go
across the mouth, eyes and chin, to tighten the hood even more
around the face.  Since I was instructed to wear nothing else, I
went to the party barefoot.

     As soon as we entered the apartment, I stripped and handed
my clothes to my Master for safe keeping.  We then took a tour to
find a suitable place to tie me.  The first bedroom had a sling
in one end and some chains that came down from the ceiling at the
other end.  He tested the chains, then decided to check the other
bedroom out.  That one also had a sling in it, but also a wooden
frame and platform that had eyehooks on each side.  He decided to
tie me to that.  Right behind the frame, a candle was burning,
and I was going to be standing only about 18" away from it.  I
knew that I was going to get hot, even though the air
conditioning was on.  He positioned me in the center and started
to tie my harness to the frame.  Rope was threaded through both
D-rings on the shoulders and pulled over the top of the frame and
back down.  This kept me standing straight up.  The rope was
threaded through a ring on the side of the post, through my chest
strap, back to the post, then through my waist strap on each
side.  Nylon restraints were strapped on each limb, then the rope
was put through a ring at the bottom of the post, through the
ring on my ankle cuff and tied to the post, spreading my leg as
he took up the slack.  The same was done to the other side. 
Finally, he took two clips and clipped my arms to chains that
were attached to the top corners of the posts.  I was now
standing spread eagled.  Finally, the hood was put on my head and
strapped tight.  I was already sweating.
     
     He then placed another slave sitting down in front of me,
and proceeded to tie him to my legs.  His head came up to my
balls, so he could tilt his head back and suck me whenever he
wanted.  Whenever I moved, the ropes pulled him with me.  After a
few minutes, I felt arrows being drawn on my chest pointing down
to each very sore nipple, which had taken a lot of abuse the
previous two days.   HE WAS USING A MAGIC MARKER TO WRITE ON ME. 
What he didn't know was that I got off on that and hoped that he
would give the marker to others to write on me.  He started to
write something above each nipple, then  something on each side
of me.  It would be several hours before I would find out what he
had written.  Above the arrow on my right side were the words
VOLUME CONTROL  and above the left was CHANNEL SELECTOR. 
TICKLISH was written on each side of me.  He had wanted to write
more, but with my body sweating, he had trouble getting the ink
to come out.  Then he left us to see what would happen.

     We were tied there for two hours.  During that time, only a
few people came over to play with my nipples or tickle me.  I was
somewhat disappointed, as I like to be played with.  However, my
Master told me later that a whole group of people were admiring
us, saying that we looked incredibly hot.  He tried to get them
to play, but most felt too intimidated to do so.  Too bad.

     When we were released, I was glad to get the hood off.  My
legs were stiff and sore, my body was slick with sweat and my
Master told me to get something to drink and mingle.  I did. 
People were smiling at me and laughed at what was written .  I
was tickled and had my nipples twisted every couple of minutes.

     Within 15 minutes, I was taken back to the frame, and
chained to the posts on my knees.  I was fed several cocks to
suck for fifteen or twenty minutes.  It was fun.  On the bed,
someone was getting fucked and another in the sling was getting
fisted.  A couple in the corner were kissing.  It seemed like sex
was everywhere.

     When I got released again, I met a few people who had
harnesses on, who ordered me to suck them.  One of them came over
to me a little later and said that I was to go fist someone in
the sling.  He grabbed my harness and took me over there.  I put
a glove on and he greased my hand up good.  I had never fisted
anyone before, and I was instructed on what to do.  When I was
told to ball my hand into a fist once I was inside of him, it was
an incredible sensation as his ass just sucked the rest of my
hand into him.  I played with his ass muscles for a couple of
minutes then withdrew slowly.  I was then told to lick my
instructors boots while he fisted him.

     I mingled for awhile afterwards - kissing , sucking and
getting sucked every few minutes.  Eventually, I made my way back
to the bedroom.

     On the bed was a hot looking guy.  One reason was that he
was the only other one dressed for bondage.   He had leather
cuffs buckled on each ankle.  Around the right knee, a black
bandanna was tied.  A leather cord was wrapped around his waist
where clips were hooked on.  Cutoff black gloves were on each
hand, leaving his fingers exposed.  Wrist restraints were bucked
on each wrist and a set of handcuffs were attached to each. 
Finally, he had a mask on with eye and mouth openings.  And his
sweaty body was void of hair, like mine is.  All that, made him
look incredibly hot.

     Other people had noticed also, as his ass was getting probed
and fucked by several people.  My Master started to play with
him, so I came over to the bed and locked the boy's hands behind
him.  Then I sat at the head of the bed and clipped the boy's
ankles to my shoulder straps, so he couldn't get any leverage to
move away.  After my Master fucked him, I was left to play.
     
     While he was clipped to the harness, I took the opportunity
to lick his calves and feet and suck on his toes.  He moaned and
told me to keep it up.  After releasing his legs from me, I
continued licking up his body until I reached his mouth and
kissed him deep.  We started to get to know each other.  Soon I
told him what I thought.
     
     "You are the hottest person here, you know that?"
     "Thanks .....  You look hot yourself."
     "What do you like to do?" I asked.
     "Anything that the top wants to do to me."
     "Cool ..... but what do you like to do?"
     "I'm a hot bottom.  I wear out tops who play with me!"
     "Well, I've been called a fucking incredible bondage bottom
all over the east."  I decided to trash talk him back.  "A bottom
is one who pleases the top.  Let me show you how I got my
reputation."  

     I started licking the sweat off his chest, stomach and cock.
The more I licked, the more he was sweating.  I didn't mind at
all because he tasted great.  His body was so sweet tasting that
I loved licking him.  I turned him over and licked down his back
and into his asshole.  He moaned loudly.  I licked the inside of
his thighs and he went nuts.  I turned him back over and started
to kiss again.

     "I never had anyone lick my thighs before.  That was great."
     "I know."
     "UHHH...........  Could you lick my ass some more?"
     "Oh.  So you really are a top, aren't you?"
     "No."
     "Yes you are.  You like to get tied up, but you want
everyone to please you.  That's being a top.  Bottoms like me
listen to the top and does what he wants."

     Then I went back down and attacked his asshole again .....
for a long time ..... taking breaks by licking other parts of him
then returning.  I spent over an hour licking and kissing before
I finally uncuffed him.  While I was licking, one person
repositioned me on the bed so I was near the side.  Then he beat
off on my back while watching the scene in front of him.  I
didn't even notice much.  I was having too much fun.

     My body was covered in sweat by the time I got up.  I wanted
the boy to come back to the house with us, so that we could get
tied together for the night, but unfortunately, he needed to get
back home.
 
     So did I.  I had two more days of fun and games left.  I
passionately gave my good-byes to the birthday boy host, and we
left to get a few hours of sleep before the next scene started.