Note from the author
I really hope you enjoy this story. While parts of it are things that have really happened, most of it is pure fiction and pure fantasy.
As such, and in response to a couple of comments, I'd like to make it clear that bits of it are less realistic than others, and also that our submissive hero is having the time of his life!
Sex and BDSM must always be consensual, and the types of activities always agreed in advance. There must always be a safe word. And finally, everyone involved must be kept safe - a trust relationship is paramount.
For the purposes of making it feel exciting, I don't dwell on or mention most of that in the story, but please take it as a given.
Chapter Two - An undiscovered fantasy
I blinked as Katy led me out of the dingy shed and into the bright sunny spring day.
My wrists were tied behind my back now, so she was leading me by my hard cock - which required me to try to match my walking pace exactly to hers to minimise uncomfortable tugs. But the inevitable little yanks felt so damn good.
I was, of course, completely naked. Katy was grinning mischievously as she looked at me over her shoulder. I was consumed with a heady mixture of incredible sexual arousal and nerves. She had just told me that I was about to be joining her four friends, who were in the house chatting and laughing. I could hear them already, as we climbed the 3 steps onto the decking and approached the patio door.
Just moments before I had been orally pleasuring Katy, and I could still taste her. My tongue remembered how beautiful her pussy had felt, and my unfulfilled cock longed to be inside her.
You might think that the knowledge that Katy and her friends had been watching me on a screen throughout made it slightly less humiliating to now be led in to see them in person - but I was dreading it. Being there in front of them, in the flesh, in close proximity, was a scary prospect. Especially in such a state of sexual arousal.
Seeing how nervous I was, she stopped, and without letting go of my cock (which was super hard by the way, despite my nerves), she said, smiling kindly:
"Oh but this is something that massively turns you on slaveboy - don't you remember? I asked you. At New Year."
I did remember. The truth was that she had asked my cock, not me. She always consulted my cock before doing anything new to me. If my cock grew harder, then she went ahead, because it told her that whatever my protests might be, it was something that turned me on. And she was always right - I'd never once felt like I wanted to use my safe words.
We had been at a New Year's party at Sally's apartment - one of the friends who I was about to be re-introduced to.
There had been lots of us there - all Katy's close friends from school - and it had been a very fun night. We'd all got drunk and danced, and I'd enjoyed being surrounded by so many attractive girls. There were only 3 of us guys, and probably 8 girls - and every single one of them was attractive. Sally herself was blonde like Katy, extremely petite, but very feisty. She had a brilliant sense of humour, and was something of a life and soul sort of person. I liked her instantly.
But it wasn't just Sally who was here today in our house. All of them had been at that party.
Tanya was memorable because of her long and beautiful red hair, and because of the little playsuit she'd been wearing that night, with no bra underneath, meaning that I was slightly distracted by the way her breasts moved as we all danced to the insanely loud music in Sally's studio flat.
I remembered Laura as being the tall athletic girl in a silver sequined dress that was incredibly short on her. She was more reserved than the others, but she got very animated in a conversation with me on the sofa about how lucky I was to have Katy, with her sexy mouth close to my ear, and also about how I was better looking than Katy's ex which was nice to hear.
And then there was Gillian. Gillian was beautiful, with short dark tousled hair, lots of eye make up, and a dress that was more like a negligee. She was flirtatious, and mischievous, and she and Katy were thick as thieves. Katy had shared lots of stories of the mischief the two of them had got up to in school. The truth was that I fancied her almost as much as I fancied Katy, and Katy knew it.
It was Gillian who saw me naked that night.
The sleeping arrangements had been simply to bring a sleeping bag and see where you could find to lay your head!
Apart from the bathroom, there were no other rooms. There was Sally's bed in the corner, for her and Luke - her boyfriend at the time. There was a little sofa, which Gillian slept on, and everyone else was on the floor, including Laura and her boyfriend Nathan, Tanya, perhaps three other girls, and me and Katy.
It was like a squat, being surrounded by so many sleeping people. Tanya was literally about a foot away from me. Gillian was just the other side of her, under some blankets on the sofa.
Apart from Sally and Luke, everyone just slept in their clothes, or took off their trousers before slipping into their sleeping bags, which is what Katy and I did.
I remember as everyone was settling down to sleep, at probably 2am or thereabouts, me and Katy had gone into the bathroom together and were snogging against the door.
If we'd thought we could get away with having sex in there without being heard, we would have done, because we were both super horny for each other. And as we kissed, she was manhandling my cock through my jeans.
"Okay, I need a wee," she said drunkenly, suddenly pulling away from me.
She yanked down her tight black jeans and sat on the loo, and as I heard the tinkling sound begin she said to me:
"Can I wear your T-shirt as a nightie? This top isn't very comfortable for sleeping in."
And she started to take it off, leaving her topless.
I admired her body - because she was pretty much naked now with her jeans and knickers pulled down, and nothing on her top half.
Of course, I had to say yes to giving her my T-shirt, but I hesitated, not really wanting to emerge from the bathroom without my shirt on with all those people watching me, but I said: "Yeah sure, okay."
So I peeled off my T-shirt and gave it to her, and she put it on. It wasn't especially warm in Sally's little apartment now, and I remember that her nipples were very hard. I very much would have liked to touch them, or take them into my mouth.
Then she took her jeans off completely, pulled her knickers back up, and left the bathroom carrying her jeans and top, looking very sexy in just my T-shirt.
I locked the door behind her, and went to the toilet myself, and then came out slightly shyly, a little embarrassed at being topless.
I had nothing to be embarrassed about. I had a good body. But still - there were a lot of attractive girls there.
Gillian had her eyes open, and I saw her look me up and down wearing just my low-rise jeans. Three other girls were looking at me too, including Laura who raised her eyebrows in a way that made me feel very self conscious as her gaze wandered to my toned chest and stomach. Her boyfriend Nathan was already sound asleep as far as I could tell, oblivious to his girlfriend perving at me.
I got to Katy, who was already in the sleeping bag we were sharing, looking up at me with amusement in her eyes.
"You won't be very comfortable in those jeans," she said.
Knowing that she was right, and ignoring everyone else in the room as best I could, I took them off, leaving me in my tight black boxer shorts, and hurriedly slid into the sleeping bag next to her.
Katy used one free hand to fold her and my jeans into something which served as a pillow for both of us, and then snuggled into me.
It was a very confined space to be sleeping in with her, even though the sleeping bag was apparently designed for two people. But I loved that every inch of her body stretched out next to mine was touching every inch of mine. Her long smooth legs entwined themselves with mine, and as we closed our eyes, I rested my hand on her hip, and she placed a hand on my stomach and softly caressed me there.
I slipped my hand down to her bare thigh and then underneath the T-shirt to where the thin strap of her knickers descended to her pubis, and gently explored the shape of her.
Her hand moved down to my boxer shorts, and began to slowly wank my growing cock through the fabric.
Everyone around us was quiet and still now. Outside, there were still occasional fireworks going off, but otherwise it was just the hushed sound of a dozen people breathing or faintly snoring.
Knowing that half the people were still awake, I tried to control my breathing, as Katy continued to wank me. We did this for a long time, touching each other, teasing each other. But Katy didn't open her thighs for me at all, so I simply enjoyed caressing and gently groping her body.
After some time, she peeled down the front of my boxers, leaving the waistband half way down my erection, pinning it to my stomach as she tickled and stroked the underside of my bell end where I was most sensitive. She knew what this did to me, and that it would make it hard for me to keep quiet if she kept going. Which of course she did.
Her arm prevented me from touching much of her body other than her side, her hip, or her thigh - but with a stretch I could caress her bottom and so I did, enjoying the smallness of her knickers, and how indescribably perfect every curve of her was.
Then she was pulling my boxers down further, freeing my cock, her foot taking over the job of yanking them all the way down my legs, until I wasn't wearing them any more, and I was naked inside the sleeping bag.
The only naked person in the room.
She continued to wank me now - slowly, her fingers curled around me, squeezing me occasionally, enjoying how hard I was, and how big in her hand.
Oh I was so worked up, and I was wondering if we could possibly have sex without anyone knowing.
But then Katy whispered in my ear: "Time for us to sleep now sexy boy. You can fuck me tomorrow."
And she slapped my cock in the confined space. Twice. Three times.
And finally she wriggled herself round so that she was facing away from me, pushed her bottom against my cock, and whispered: "Night."
I lay there for what felt like a very very long time, acutely aware of my shaky breathing, and how my cock was pressing against her bottom, throbbing for her, but totally ignored.
But when Katy said goodnight, she always meant it.
I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next thing I knew, I woke up from a dream to realise that I desperately needed a wee. This is the problem with drinking lots of beer.
At first I lay still, contemplating whether I could just hold it - but that was clearly not an option. So then I wondered what I could put on, because I was of course completely naked.
Katy was wearing my T-shirt. My jeans were under her head. And my boxers were presumably somewhere at the bottom of the sleeping bag - but try as I might, I couldn't find them with my toes.
I looked around me at all the sleeping bodies. They all seemed sound asleep. Nathan was snoring. Tanya next to me was making little noises in the back of her throat as she slumbered.
I stretched my head round to look at Gillian. She too looked fast asleep.
There was nothing for it. I'd have to go to the toilet naked.
As carefully as I could, I shuffled my way up and out of the sleeping bag without disturbing Katy - but once I was out of it, crouching next to her head looking around with one final check, Katy suddenly rolled over and looked at me.
"Where do you think you're going?" she said sleepily.
"The toilet," I said. "Do you know where my boxers are?"
