My First Cfnm Night Ch 02

Standing in the purple lights, the noise of the women in the crowd enveloping me, I had slipped my underwear down, and my limp cock and balls just plopped out into view. By the time I had kicked off my boxer briefs and stood up straight, I had finally crossed the line. I was naked, completely fucking naked in front of a room of screaming, jeering women.

"oooh, look at that - its a baby cock!" One of them shouted, to the laughter of the others. I felt a tinge of shame and embarrassment.

"Can he even fuck with that?!" Another yelled out bringing about another round of giggles and rude remarks. I felt my face warm as I looked down at my shrivelled cock. While hardening to an average 6.5", it normally turtled into itself when limp, which wasn't the best way to present oneself and win over a room. I had bit my lip and shot a glance over to Mistress Nadine who had made a "twirling" motion with her hand, indicating for me to show myself off. I turned myself around slowly, giving them a good look at my hairy little ass, and with no one eyeing my crotch, I gave myself a quick tug to bring the little guy to life.

"ohhh, lookit that! He's jerking without permission!"

Agh, caught I guess. I had come full circle and looked back up when Mistress Nadine's slave, I suppose sauntered over to me his cock swaying back and forth as he moved. He knelt down and collected my clothes in a bag, and when he stood up again, towering over me, he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down to me knees.

"Its at this time, my boy" Mistress Nadine spoke up above the crowd, "That you will surrender to questions from the ladies, so we may learn about the services you are willing to provide. And I remind you son, to answer honestly."

Before coming to the event, I had read online testimonials from people who had come to these events, as well as the rules of the party. In consideration to the different levels of consent, nobody, even the men who were submitting were being asked to do anything they weren't personally comfortable with.

Each man was to be given an armband of a specific colour, that would let the ladies at the party know what activities that man was willing to participate in. There was the spectator, the service slave, those who were entry level or heavy BDSM players, and those who would participate in scenes with other men. I had thought that upon entering that I would be given a choice, and had laboured over which one to choose. I didn't want to get in too deep, but on the other hand, if this was the one occasion that I was going to push my boundaries, maybe I should be more willing to experiment. With this new wrinkle, it seemed as though I was going to be assessed and categorized based on the answers to some very personal questions.

"How often do you masturbate boy?"

"Um, once a day?"

"Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

My face burned, and I hesitated for a moment,

"Yes."

I thought about the one or two times I had kissed a girlfriend after receiving a blow job, and tasted myself on her tongue. Or that one time, I had curiously licked a glob of cum off my thumb after jerking off while camping with friends. I'm not sure which was more embarrassing about admitting that, the idea that I had sampled my own sperm, or the fact that the taste hadn't bothered me at the time.

"Do you like having your ass played with?" "Have you ever worn women's clothing?" "Do you get turned on my spanking?" "Have you used sex toys before?"

The questioning went deep, and I spilled my guts across the board, almost gaining confidence with every answer. If you couldn't be brutally honest about your sexual desires in a setting like this, you would never be open about it in life.

The inquisition ended, and I looked over at Mistress Nadine, who seemed content with my responses. Her slave again stepped forward and tied a blue band around my bicep. Nobody told me what it meant, or what I was in for.

"BOYS, FALL IN!" Mistress Nadine yelled out, as the men in the room scrambled forward into a makeshift line up.

"Tonight, you are at the will and mercy of these ladies over here, they are your queens, your goddesses, you will serve them appropriately, and treat them with respect. Does everyone understand that?"

"YES MISTRESS!" we all shouted in unison.

"Beyond the services and experiences your armbands indicate, do you submit to being fondled and touched by these ladies, and submit to retrieving drinks for them whenever asked?"

"YES MISTRESS!"

"Wonderful, now we're going to play a couple warm up games, nothing too intense. But there will be a winner and a loser, and we ARE keeping track of points tonight,"

I glanced around to gauge everyones reaction, and perhaps to size up my "competition" a little.

"For the first contest, I'm going to demand that you all grab your tiny cocks, and get them hard. NOW"

The shrillness to Mistress Nadine just then was jarring, and I grabbed my stubby cock and tried to concentrate on sexy things. I thought about having one of these ladies sit on my face as I ate her pussy, I thought about being spanked and fingered, I thought about—

"Ah HA! we have a winner!" Mistress Nadine exclaimed, approaching one of the older guys, and making using a Sharpie to put a hashmark on his armband."I didn't say stop gentlemen!, We need a loser after all!"

It was a struggle to get back into the right frame of mind, and I felt a little too much pressure, as I turned my attention to the other guys and watched their cocks bounce around and harden in their hands. It was all just a little too much I suppose, and I just barely got half chub before all the other guys reached full mast.

"Ohhh, the newbie is at the bottom — maybe he'll need a little assistance for the next game?" She drew a small circle on my arm band and stepped away.

An older blonde woman had stepped behind me at this point, reached around and took my sad penis from me, massaging it slowly before jamming a finger in my anus and making me jump. The extra attention brought me around, and I reached maximum girth in no time. After a brief smattering of applause, a mousy brunette with a lot of makeup stepped forward with four other women all holding measuring tapes.

"Second round boys, length and girth. Ladies, go to it!"

Measuring tapes were wrapped around and across shafts, and notes were made on a dry erase board that seemed to appear out of nowhere. I realized that without names, we were merely our numbers on the board.

My 6.5" had placed better than two other guys, but I found I was middle of the pack for both width and girth, the young muscled guy who had been on the cock leash took the loss on both, the skinny guy and the black guy each took a hashmark on their armbands for a win a piece.

It was the brief pauses in between measurements that I began to take the entire scenario in. My nerves over being naked had been replaced with a rush of adrenalin in being both the centre of attention, and the subject of such scrutiny. The constant sizing up that came with these mini competitions, which I had not won a single one of, was quietly putting me in a rudimentary pecking order. In a way, it didn't matter that I wasn't at the top of the men, but it felt - I don't know, good - to know my place at all.

"And now my pets, comes the last competition before we take some social time - I want you to form a circle, and grab the cock to your left. The premise is simple, jerk off your competition. The first one who comes is the loser, the last one the winner. And to make it a bit more interesting, I want you all to look each other in the eye, and to taunt each other into cumming. What you say, and how you say it is up to you. Understood?

We all formed into a circle, and reluctantly fingered each others cocks. I felt my whole body blush as I took the skinny guy's cock in my hand, and felt my neighbour to the right, an older fellow with a pot belly grabbed my cut penis, and started to tug.

"And GO!"

That was it. A flurry of hand jobs commenced in a rather violent fashion. With deep manly voices being heard for the first time, spouting off about tits and pussy, and fucking ass, being spanked, and fucked. For some reason, I opted to take an entirely different tactic - and not say a single word. Instead trying to engage eye contact with the other men. I guess I figured that hearing another man's voice would probably be a turn off to these other guys, but that maybe - it was in letting them know that they were being looked at. To turn them on by indulging the same exhibitionistic desire that had brought us all here in the first place.

It was the young muscly guy who took the bait, and I think I caught him a bit off guard, because his 'trash talk' slowed a bit. All the other guys seemed intent on looking straight ahead while they jerked their neighbour, but again, I broke from the pack. My eyes moved down the tattooed body of Mr. Muscles, across his abs, down to his manicured pubes and stubby cock. I glanced quickly back at his face, and could see him weakening, I swore I was going to break this guy in front of his girlfriend. That's right, his girl, the curvy red head with the leash. Looking over his shoulder I spotted her to the side, grinning like a fool. Maybe she liked her man being the big loser with the little cock. More for her to dominate him over I suppose.

Then, all at once, while eyeing the red head, I felt a ripple of horror go through my body. There was a reason why I'd picked her out of the crowd, and it wasn't her lug head boyfriend. At first, i figured it was the kinkiness of their scenario, but looking at her now, as my cock was being violently jerked, I started to see past the sexy dress and the fancy haircut. The red headed girlfriend was the barista at the coffee shop at my office building. Here I was naked submitting to these women, being measured and interrogated over my deepest sexual desires, and now some hairy dad type was masturbating me in front of someone who knew me in real life!

it was finally realizing the connection, and understanding her evil grin and cruel eyes that I finally felt belittled and broken, and it was the rush of vulnerability that hit me, as i felt my cum blasting from my cock as I moaned and lost yet another competition between the men.