The Bachelor Party Ch 01

5200 words

Contains elements of bondage, free use, exhibition, and piss play

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Sir tightens my bonds enough that they're going to chafe, but I resolve not to complain. I asked for this, after all. My wrists are the worst; they've been pulled behind me, wrapping at an awkward angle around the passenger seat. My head is pinned back with a rope around my neck, and a ball gag is making drool run down my chin.

My legs aren't bound, but I keep them apart regardless. On our last road trip, I let my knees touch for half a second, and my Owner turned the inside of my thighs red with his blows. I thanked him after every one, and meant it. He's making me a better fucktoy.

The only stitch of fabric on my body is the blindfold that Sir wrapped around my head after he finished tying me up. After he did, I heard a driver get in next to me, and Sir climb into the seat behind me. We've made three stops, and I'm almost sure that means there are four people in the spacious back of the SUV.

I feel the asphalt smooth out under the wheels, a sure sign that we've hit the highway. On previous trips, that's meant that Owner will start playtime. Today, the masters in the back simply ignore me. I can't be sure, but I think I'm in for a long ride. The anticipation makes my nipples hard, and I can't tell if my pussy is drooling or if I'm simply sweating against Sir's leather seat. When we get home, I'll have to clean my seat out in the driveway, and he'll almost certainly have me do it naked. If he does, I know the neighbor will come over to use my tight pussy; he'll finish onto the seat, and I'll have to start over.

"Are you moaning, slut?"

My master's voice pulls me out of my reverie. I realize that not only have I been moaning, my hips have been twitching involuntarily, trying to find an angle that stimulates the aching bud between my legs.

"Yes, sir." My words are muffled by the ball gag, and the rivers of drool running down my chest reach the hard nipples at the tips of my large, soft tits.

His fingers grasp at my left nipple, newly slick, pulling and pinching at it until I whimper.

"Good slut."

My nipples ache, the a/c seemingly pointed straight at them. My Owner slips his hand downwards to my slit, and I am sure that there's honey between my legs, not sweat. One finger brushes the hood of the delicate flower my world revolves around, and my hips jump upwards in response. I try to find it again with no success, and I suspect that Owner has already sat back in his seat.

A voice I don't know reaches my ears. "So she seriously just does whatever you want?"

"Yeah, man, yeah. She gets off on it."

"She ain't half bad at sucking dick, either." I recognize this voice as Master Charles, one of my Owner's best friends. I'm good at sucking dick, I really am, but I resolve to try harder than ever with him today. I want to impress him.

"I was a little worried about bringing someone's girlfriend to a bachelor party, man, not gonna lie. But a girlfriend that sucks dick ..." Another unfamiliar voice, tinged with excitement.

"Why don't we get her started? I'm dying to get my hands on her." Master Charles again. He has a vanilla fiancé and ever since he got serious about her, he's been using me for his more ... sadistic activities. She knows, of course, but she's all too happy to let me be the one who takes him up the ass.

The cold metal of a knife kisses first one wrist, then the other. A third flip of the knife frees my head from the headrest, and a fourth makes the blindfold flutter to my lap. Finally, the ballgag is removed and I am completely naked. I do my best to stay in place, my head bouncing just slightly with its freedom, until Owner commands me to get in the back. As I climb over the console, the driver, an older man with a gray beard, palms my ass cheek and his fingertips brush ever so slightly over my puffy lower lips. I pause for only a second, but it is long enough for a drip of my juices to land on the console. I settle myself between my Owner's legs, then reach back to scoop up the drip. I suck it off my fingers while making eye contact with the man behind the driver, a muscled man with gel-slick hair.

Sir grabs the back of my head and pushes my face into his denim-clad crotch, making it obvious that hs is already hard. I groan and press my cheek against him, nodding my head slightly to give him a bit more sensation. My fingers twitch to free his manhood, but I know that he will do that when he's ready.

"Shit, man, she's a little freak, isn't she?" Once, those words would have stung, but I know that the muscly master is right. Not only am I a freak, I am happy to be one if it means that I get passed around to be used by more cocks that I could imagine.

Instead of answering, Owner pulls his staff free, and I greet it like it's an old friend, kissing its soft-skinned head and licking around the shaft before taking it between my lips. I quickly work up and down it, feeling it press against the opening to my throat on my fourth stroke. While he's pleasantly long, he's not too thick, making him easy to take.

Sir's hot palm presses against the back of my head and pushes his manhood fully into my throat. He holds me in place as always, refusing me the luxury of a warm-up or a chance to take a breath. I center myself, trying to calm my nerves as the need for oxygen starts to make my lungs burn. When I can't take it any more, I tap on his thigh twice, and he allows me to pull away. Rivers of drool pour out of my mouth and onto his staff, and I take a deep breath in and he pushes me back down.

We find a rhythm that allows me to breathe just enough to make it through until I finally feel him twitching slightly between my lips, and I press myself down this time. My tongue reaches down his shaft to his balls, and I feel them release. My reward pours down my throat, and Owner keeps me in place until he's stopped moving. As I sit there, nose pressed to his pubes, I'm increasingly aware of the need burning between my legs. I'm slick with it, and it's about to start rolling down the inside of my thigh when he releases me.

I'm pulled upwards and his lips crash into mine. Our kiss is messy, sloppy, lubricated by our combined juices. I've swallowed what I can, but some has dripped down my chin and chest. He likes it sloppy, and I'm thankful for that. I've never been the type of slut who can control her juices, staying perfectly coiffed and made up during service.

His hand on the back of my head pulls me forward so his lips can play on my ear. I groan into him, and he becomes my whole world. The sensation of his jeans, pressing into my hips. His shaft, cooling and shrinking in my hand, and his shirt pressed against my soft nipples. His breath whispers against me, huffing out of his nose and puckering my neck with goosebumps.

"Show me."

I have forgotten everything but his commands. My fingers snake between my legs and into the warmth they find there. I don't take pleasure from their entry for more than a split second before removing them again, coated in the sign of my desire. He grabs my wrist and leads my fingers to his mouth, still next to my ear, and I can hear as well as feel his tongue lick them clean. We pause there, seemingly suspended in time, until the spell is broken by a comment from one of the other masters. I don't quite catch it, but it's enough for my Owner to release me with instructions to service Master Charles.

I crawl toward the back row of the SUV, but I'm paused by the man sitting behind the driver. His hand lands on my ass and pulls my cheeks apart, tapping at the plug nestled there.

"What's this for, Andy?"

"I like to keep her plugged so she's always ready for use." It was true. I'd completely forgotten that I was plugged, until this man had started tapping at it.

"Well, I hope we get to use her ass this weekend, then," the man laughs, and he sends me on my way with a smack across my asscheek.

Master Charles already has his thick dick out, stroking it gently with his fat fist. Every finger sports a ring, and I know from experience that they'll be digging into the back of my head as I struggle to open wide and keep my teeth off his shaft. I know, too, that he likes to be greeted properly, so I climb into his lap and cup my generous tits to offer them up to him.

With his free hand, Master Charles grasps one of my tits and pulls it into his mouth, where he nibbles and laps at my stiff nipple. My hand joins his on his manhood, which jerks to attention as I try to wrap my fingers around his girth. With a final bite that forces me to cry out, he releases me and I'm free to slide down between his legs and engulf him in my mouth.

He lets me set my own pace, as always. He's a little too short and a little too thick to fit into my throat easily, so I content myself with moving rhythmically, my tongue flicking on the underside of his shaft. And then he is finally close, and he pushes my head down, finally opening my throat. His rings, as I knew they would, dig into the back of my head, causing pain that's both dull and comfortingly familiar.

As I had with Owner, I flick my tongue out to caress his balls as Master Charles thrusts in and out of my throat. With my head held in place, all I can do is receive him until he, too, releases himself down my throat.

We know each other well, but there's none of the tenderness that Owner shows me after a face fuck. He simply releases me and points me to the man sitting next to him.

"Master," I say with a smile. "May I know your name?"

His hands tangle in my hair and pull me in for a kiss. "Sean." His fingers pull at my nipples, caressing and twisting, before pulling me up to allow him access with his mouth. His hands are on my ass now, and one lands an inexpert blow on my cheek. He must be new to this.

"Master Sean, is there anything I may do for you?" I whisper in his ear.

"I will also let you suck me off," he says imperiously, getting a laugh from the other men as I slide between his legs. He catches my hands in his and tucks them below his thighs, which I take as a clear message that he wants me not to use my hands. His cock is already free, and it's almost startling how average it is. I want to make him feel special, though, and so I murmur something about its size as I lick up and down the shaft, then around the head.

He gasps as I engulf him, gliding expertly up and down. After a few strokes, he holds me as I slide off him and encourages me to focus on the tip. As I kiss and lick it, it twitches against my lips and jumps free of my reach. With my hands trapped under him, I can't quite reach, and he has to bring his shaft back to me.

With his manhood safely in my mouth, I start gliding up and down it again, hoping to find the way he likes to be serviced. Every few strokes, I pull off and play with his tip. He keeps jumping free of my mouth, no matter what I do. Finally, he cries out in frustration and yanks my hair back, pulling me clean off of him. I don't have a long rest before he pushes me further down to suck on his balls as he jerks himself off, his hand occasionally bumping against my head.

From my position below him, it's hard to tell how close he is, and my tongue grows tired from lapping at him. I push closer to him, pulling against his grip on my hair as I suck one of his nuts into my mouth. I tickle it with the tip of my tongue and release it to suck on the other one, and hear him groan deeply. He pulls my head back by the hair and positions my mouth just against the purple tip of his manhood. I open my lips and hold my tongue out as he releases his seed.

After I clean up, I move into the lap of the final man in the car. My eyes are cast down at his chest to avoid seeming impertinent as I ask his name, which I learn is Tim. He strokes my hair and raises my chin so we can make eye contact.

"Do you like doing this, slut?"

"Yes, sir."

"Why?"

The question is startling, but it also hits directly on one of my kinks. It's humiliating to admit that being shared and used freely is the hottest thing I can imagine, but that only adds fuel to the metaphorical fire. I know that I'll be punished if I wait too long to answer, as well as for lying, so the only thing I can do is admit it. Master Tim grabs me behind the jaw as I finish speaking and I whimper softly.

"Truly?"

"Would you like to feel for yourself?"

It's silent in the car as Master Tim reaches between my legs and brushes just along the edge of my lips and gathers up the honey pooled there.

"You are dripping wet, slut. Present your tits to me."

He releases my jaw and I position my hands under my breasts, lifting their softness for him to inspect. He flicks the piercings adorning my nipples, then lifts one out of my hand by the nipple, making me whimper, although I don't squirm and I don't move my hand. He turns to Owner.

"Can I slap her funbags?" No sooner does Owner nod his assent than the first slap lands on the tit Master Tim holds aloft. He drops it back into my hand and repeats the process on the other side, leaving a bright handprint on the pale skin there. My needy pussy clenches and juices run down my thighs as he lands a second blow on each side, then a third. His hands lead mine down to his lap, where I can feel the heat rolling off a truly monstrous erection. My nimble fingers undo his fly and pull his staff out. My fingers barely fit around him; I use one hand to stroke him while the other gathers honey from my slit and uses it to lubricate his cock.

As I work, he continues to slap my tits, which are growing sorer with every blow. I'm gasping and whimpering and doing my best to get him off quickly. In the back of my mind is hope that I'll be rewarded with an orgasm, or at least some touch, but at the front of my mind are the pain and the task at hand.

As the pain becomes unbearable, I falter in my rhythm slightly. He changes tactics and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. The world falls away from around us as his tongue tickles my stiff bud and my hands fly over his shaft, caressing and twisting as they move. His climax is not far away now and I tilt my hips back so that his seed will land on my soft stomach. We move together and I moan freely, hoping that will encourage him, and it's not long before I feel it splash onto me, hot and sticky.

I continue to massage him until he's drained and he releases my tit from his lips. He chuckles softly and pulls me in for a kiss. As I pull away, I notice the driver is pulling into a rest stop. We park at the back of the lot, an area abandoned by all the other travelers.

"Stay here," my Owner orders as everyone else climbs out of the SUV, and I crawl back into the front seat and try to relax.

The driver comes back first. He walks directly to my door and pulls me out and across the grass to an abandoned-looking picnic table in the shade. He pulls off his shirt and lays it on the table, then bends me over to lay on it. His fingers probe my lower lips briefly before finding my aching clit, which he pinches until I cry out. Another finger slips inside me and I jerk my hips against him as he presses into my sensitive hole.

My moans grow in pitch and volume until I'm on the edge of orgasm, and the driver stops playing with me. I'm not forbidden from cumming without permission, but my Owner and his friends play a game of preventing my climax and this man appears to have caught on to the fun of the game.

He grabs my arms and pins them behind my back, and I hear the jingle of his belt. His head presses against me, and he teases me with just the tip of the head until my hips jerk upward enough to pull his shaft inside of me. He moves frantically then, and his free hand grasps my hair and pulls my head up, forcing my hips to arch upward as well. When he does, I see something that makes my gathering orgasm melt away.

A short, squat man in a ripped t-shirt and jeans is watching us. It's one thing to imagine this, my exposure, but another entirely to experience it. His forearm, covered in wiry gray hair, is flexing as he tugs at his equally short, fat cock. Wiry hairs sprout around the base, and I can see they continue up his round stomach. It's as hot as I imagined it to be, and yet I find myself unexpectedly self-conscious and completely unable to find my orgasm.

The man inside me slaps my ass, twice, and sinks deep inside me with a groan. His seed splatters hot against my cervix as he pulls even harder on my hair.

My head is pushed down as the driver pulls out, the boards of the table uncomfortable against my face. He wipes his shaft along my soft ass cheek, and then, to my horror, I feel another man's hand take my hair. The driver's beard tickles my ear as he whispers to me that I should not worry. He'll use a condom.

The stranger presses inside me eagerly. I'm sure he's close to finishing already, and he thrusts inside me frantically. His shaft forces me open uncomfortably wide. His hips move quickly, our flesh slapping loudly with each thrust. This time, when my head is pulled back, I see my Owner standing opposite me. We make eye contact and I smile lazily at him before my face is pushed back down into the boards.

"Come for him, slut" is the order from my Owner, and its effect on my body is immediate. My orgasm starts between my legs and tears its way up through my core, ripping me in half and turning into a scream that is stopped by the hand the stranger has clamped over my mouth. One of his fingers slips over my nose, blocking that as well, and I realize that I can barely take a breath. The struggle, the fear, the lack of control all add up to a second, stronger climax, spurred on by his frantic motions against me. My orgasm triggers his, and he falls on top of me as he does.

We lay there for a minute, exhausted, until his softening cock leaves my pussy. He stands up then, his hand still holding my head down, and announces "Next!" as he slaps my ass. I recognize the feel of my Owner's hand tangling in my hair, and he pulls me upright so he can suck at my neck and play with my hard nipples.

"Are you having fun, my little free-use slut?" I nod and reach behind my ass, trying to grab his cock.

"Ah-ah-ah. Plenty of time for that this weekend. Come with me."

Taking me by the hand, he leads me into the stand of trees, to a spot where we can no longer see the others.

"Squat, hands on your head."

I do as commanded, no hesitation, although I don't know what he has in mind. Perhaps a blow job?

He takes two steps back and I realize what he's about to do. I've asked him before for this, begged him, and he's always said that we'll try it some day. And now that we're here, I'm not sure that I can do it.

"Look at me." We make eye contact, and I am able to breathe deeper and relax just a little. "Piss."

It takes me a few seconds to relax properly, until the hot liquid splashes on the ground below me. Once I start, I can't stop it, and my cheeks heat with shame. Owner watches on with pride in his eyes, then pulls me upward when I am finished. One hand grabs the back of my head, while the other reaches between my legs, slick with juices and piss. He flicks at my still-sensitive clit and quickly has me back at the edge of orgasm. His pace slows then, holding me on the edge for torturous seconds before he pushes me over. The only thing keeping me upright is the hand at the back of my head as my knees buckle under me.

I have never felt greater release.

When I am recovered, Owner escorts me back into the parking lot, where we stop at the open trunk of the SUV. I am handed an outfit, which I hastily pull on, finishing the look with a pair of wedges. I think I may be brought into the rest area, but instead they put me back in the passenger seat and we get back on the highway.