Ben Is Bitten

It's New York in 1974 and twenty-four-year old Ben is spending the weekend with Robert and Ian, two vacationing leather tops from England. After starting out by letting him suck their dicks, tying him up and fucking him, they'd moved on and begun loaning him out to others. All three had been invited to a sex party, due to start in the early hours of Sunday.

Robert shook me awake from my broken sleep around midnight and told me to hurry up and go douche, since we'd be leaving soon. I was as quick as I could be and as I hurriedly leant over to pull on my jockstrap, Ian caught sight of the welts on my bruised ass, still bright red from the caning Arturo had given me a few hours before.

"That red arse guarantees you'll be the centre of attention tonight, you'll be the goat that attracts the tigers. Make sure to keep your jock on, it shows your bum off really well, you'll be the belle of the ball."

After throwing on my t-shirt, jeans, jacket and boots I ran out after them, and we caught a cab up to Lenny's place in Chelsea. Once again, I was badly under-dressed for a freezing November night in New York City, while they were decked out in the brand-new leather jeans, shirts, harnesses and biker jackets purchased the day before on Christopher Street. There was no question, the two of them looked fucking hot, and I was in pig-heaven, sitting between two hot leather masters on the way to a new adventure.

The address on the card Lenny had given me turned out to be a small, six story, pre-war commercial building that had, (like a lot of New York City real estate in the bankrupt Nineteen-Seventies), clearly seen better days. At that time, landlords were so desperate that they'd rent out giant spaces in old buildings for peanuts. I'd read about Manhattan lofts, but that didn't prepare me for what greeted us as we stepped off the rickety old building elevator.

It was huge and completely open, comprising one entire floor of the building with just a small kitchen and a big bathroom cutting into the space. As the three of us looked around in amazement, we got stopped in our tracks by one of the biggest men I'd ever met. Later that night he told me he was six feet ten in height and weighed three hundred pounds of mostly muscle, but I didn't need the exact measurements to feel overawed at the mere sight of him.

He was acting as Lenny's volunteer bouncer/greeter and needed to check we were on the list before letting us join the party. The size of him made even Robert nervous as he gave him our names; but once the behemoth had checked us off, a big grin broke across his face.

"I just love that British accent, man. You must be the guys Len met at the Eagle, right? He was right when he said you were hot. And this must be his bus station cock sucker. Pleased to meet you all, boys, welcome to New York."

It felt really strange to be standing next to someone so much taller and so much bigger than me, since I'm well over average height, and usually one of the tallest guys in any room. But I felt like a little boy standing next to him, with the top of my head coming below his shoulder. Plus, there was a commanding presence about him that simultaneously frightened and excited me, making me blush hot as he took his time looking me over. My obvious nervousness only made him grin wider.

"Ah look, he's all embarrassed; that's real cute. I'm looking after the door for Len for a couple of hours but once I'm free I'll be looking out for you, son. Is that OK with you guys?"

I was eager to submit to him, and since the guys had spent the previous night and day lending me out to anyone who asked, I didn't think they'd raise any objections. Ian proved me right.

"You can play with him anytime you like. We're on the hunt for fresh meat, so if you want him, take him. He won't object."

Getting the green light seemed to please the big guy and with my fate settled to his satisfaction, he got down to business.

"OK, guys, you can take off as much or as little as you like. Just put what your stuff in one of these black garbage bags for me to write your name on. They'll be safe, Len always has someone at the door."

The guys took off just their biker jackets and shirts, showing off their brand-new chest harnesses and headed over to greet Lenny on the other side of the room. I was left to strip down to my jockstrap, then wait to hand over our bags of clothes while the big guy welcomed another group of newcomers.

After labelling the bags and piling them in the closet, he grabbed hold of me before I could walk away. He must have noticed the state of my backside, when I bent over to take off my jeans, since he began to stroke it with a giant hand.

"Fuck it, that ass feels good. It's still throbbing, whoever did this to you had a real heavy hand. I'll be catching up with you later, kid."

He slapped my sore backside and let me walk away. I was mesmerized by the scene around me; Lenny's loft measured hundreds of square feet and was filled for the night with a line of old couches and armchairs along one wall, a king size bed pushed into the corner, and a dozen or so kitchen chairs and rubber play mats dotted around the room.

There were three slings hanging from ceiling hooks at one end of the room, and a St Andrew's Cross and a set of stocks at the other. There was one table in the middle of the room, with an assortment of play items, including cuffs, gags, blindfolds, ropes, canes, paddles and whips and another piled with beer and liquor.

Lenny's temporary dungeon/orgy room was equipped for anything and guys were already using his toys or fucking and sucking without them!

I walked over to where Lenny was talking to Ian and Robert and got a big hug and another compliment on my "hot arse". He laughed and said he was glad we'd turned up, since there were a lot of desperate bottoms at the party who needed a couple of hot tops like Ian and Robert, plus a youngster like me always brightened things up.

Then he looked thoughtful for a moment and turned to Robert.

"Talking of the boy, didn't I see him swallowing your piss at the Eagle last night, correct? Normally there's a couple of piss queens that spend the night in the tub, but they're both running late tonight. How about if Benny fills in for them until they get here. Good idea, guys?"

Everyone, especially me, thought it was a great idea. Robert and I followed him into the bathroom, where the main feature was a giant old claw-foot bathtub. As I was climbing in, Ian appeared in the doorway, with a few items he picked up off Lenny's table of play toys.

A few minutes I was on my knees in the tub, soaked in their combined piss, with wrists cuffed behind my back, clamps on my nipples, mouth forced wide open by an O ring gag and a stiff cock only half hidden by a wet, clingy jockstrap.

I enjoyed myself for a good half hour, receiving one load of piss after another as guys wandered in to relieve themselves and use me as their toilet. Most aimed their piss at my chest or my groin, while some aimed directly at my face or my mouth. One guy in particular held my jaw in an iron grip while shoving his cock right to the back of my mouth and laughing as I coughed up most of his torrent of piss all over myself.

Then things looked up; a vision in leather had entered the bathroom. The leather was black and so was the guy wearing it. He was super hot-looking; tall, handsome and well built, with muscular shoulders and upper arms bursting out of his shirt and extra-long legs filling out his skin-tight blue jeans under chaps.

He looked down at me, this skinny white boy soaked in piss, and murmured in one of the deepest voices I had ever heard,

"Well, you're an improvement on the fat slobs that I usually find in this tub. Since you're soaked already, I guess you won't mind a little more, eh boy?"

My "Yes please, sir" came out as a meaningless gurgle because of the gag in my mouth, so I nodded frantically at him to show him how eager I was. He grinned at me as I stared up at him, mesmerised by the sight of his long fingers as they undid the buttons on his jeans to let his dick flop out. Even soft it looked frighteningly big and I stared longingly at it, waiting for his golden shower to burst out. He aimed it at my chest and down at my groin, he looked as if he was really enjoying himself.

"You know that jockstrap doesn't hide a thing. That's not a bad dick for a white boy, why not show it off."

He leant over and pulled it down past my knees and off, rubbed it over my face then dropped it in the tub behind me before walking out of the bathroom. None of the guys who followed him came close to exciting me like he did, so I didn't mind when Lenny and the first of the regular piss queens turned up a few minutes later to claim his spot in the tub.

He unclipped the handcuffs, gently removed the tit clamps, unbuckled the ring gag and helped me out of the bath. When I stood next to him, he wrinkled up his nose, said I stank to high heaven and pushed me into the shower stall. I cleaned up and squeezed the piss out of my jockstrap and as I was putting it back on, I glanced at myself in the bathroom mirror. I could see what Ian was talking about, my ass looked hot!

Exiting the bathroom, I was surprised to see how much the place had filled up while I'd been in the tub; there were thirty or forty guys milling around now, all hoping for a night of raunchy sex. Checking out the crowd confirmed what I'd thought back in the bathroom; this was an older crowd of Lenny's friends and acquaintances, mostly ten or twenty years older than me, with some of them over fifty.

There were only four other guys my age for a ratio of five or six older men to each younger one. I stood a damn good chance of having myself a hot night, with or without my English masters, who were out of sight at that moment.

But just as I was thinking that, Robert came up from behind me and grabbed me by the ear, like a nun with a naughty schoolboy. As he dragged me over to the St Andrews Cross, he sounded exasperated about the lack of action he'd had so far.

"It's a bunch of pussy boys here tonight; lots of hot looking men, but they're all standing around waiting for someone else to be the first to step up. I guess it's early in the night, but I'm fed up with hanging around. I need someone to show off what I can do. You're it; just think of it this way, everyone's been telling you how hot your bum looks and soon your back' ll match it."

With that, he pushed me up against the X frame and quickly attached my wrist and ankles to the cuffs at the top and bottom. I was excited, remembering the way he'd tied me up and punished me when we'd played together in Toronto earlier in the year. But, glancing behind me, I became nervous when I realised Ian was also standing there, holding a long-handled whip that matched the one in Robert's hand. I was comfortable that Robert wouldn't press me past my limits, but not sure at all about Ian.

But I was going to be their sacrificial lamb, so I took some deep breaths and waited. The first blow from Robert felt more like a gentle stroking, and I was relieved when Ian matched it. For the next few minutes, they took their time, and kept in synch with each other as they gradually increased the strength of their blows. It was so gradual that I found myself being lulled into sub-space, not caring how hard the punishment eventually became.

However, all good things must come to an end and I was forced back to reality when it stopped. Robert came up behind me to loosen the cuffs, then held me against him for a few moments until I got my bearings again.

I was disappointed that the session ended but having him hold me and tell me I'd been a good boy, felt like the perfect finale. Even Ian gruffly told me I'd done a good job. I staggered off, aware of the jealous looks I was getting from half the bottoms in the room, while noticing that one of the hot looking studs Robert wanted had stepped up to beg for similar treatment.

I strolled around for a few minutes as the throbbing in my back gradually began to abate, checking in the bathroom mirror to confirm the stripes weren't as deep and red as those on my backside. Robert and Ian had been very skillful, hurting me but not seriously marking me.

The fun was well under way all around me by this point, with guys fully dressed, half dressed, virtually naked like me or totally naked having sex all over the room and as I looked around, hoping to catch a masterful eye, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"It's Ben, right? I might have known you'd be here. Lenny finds every new face and hungry hole in town! You here by yourself? Where are those hot masters of yours?"

It was Billy from the leather shop where I'd spent Friday afternoon handcuffed to a post while Ian and Robert browsed for sex toys. He was wearing the same black leather harness, but this time his hot body was squeezed into skin-tight leather shorts and knee-high boots. After I pointed out Ian and Robert, who were paddling the ass of the guy they'd tied to the Cross, he couldn't help asking about my bruised backside.

"Someone did quite a number on your ass, baby. Was it one of those guys who did it?"

"No, someone else did it while they watched. I get off on it normally, but the guy went a bit overboard and it's still hurting. But it's OK."

"Well, honey, if it's any consolation you're a real hot mess with those red stripes and that wet jock. If my man wasn't around tonight, I'd be jumping that white arse of yours myself."

As he said that, the tall, well-built leather-man who'd pissed on me earlier came up from behind and started playing with his nipples. Billy sensed immediately whose fingers they were, since he didn't bother to look around.

"Hey Lewis, look who I found, remember I told you about the cute white boy that was in the store with the two hot daddies yesterday?"

"Oh yeah, he's the little pervert in the tub piss just now. I thought you'd like him, seeing how you hanker after skinny white boys. But if he's got a pair of daddies, we'd better see if they're OK with him playing around. What's the story, boy, do they let you fuck around, yes or no?"

Hoping he wasn't just messing with me, I mentally crossed my fingers and said,

"The guys said I could do anything and anyone I wanted."

"We're talking about those two tall English guys over there, right?"

I nodded and pointed out Ian, who had a guy on his knees sucking his cock and Robert who was in the process of tying another guy to the St Andrew's Cross. Lewis spoke the obvious,

"By the look of it, they'll be busy for a while. Perfect opportunity for us. Let's start with tits, Billy."

He took a pair of tit clamps on a chain out of his pocket and fixed them on Billy. Then he pinched and twisted mine so hard that I squealed in delighted shock, which only made him twist them even harder. He pushed us face to face, telling us to kiss, and stood off to the side, watching and working his hands slowly down from our shoulders to our backsides. When his hand reached my bum, he felt the welts and whistled.

"Hey kid, that still feels hot. The guy who did this to you wasn't messing around!"

Meanwhile Billy's sexy male scent was making me nuts. I wished I could lick him all over his body, starting with his pits. But I wasn't in charge, Lewis was, and he had other uses for my mouth. He pulled Billy's leather shorts down to his ankles, and pressed on my shoulders, shoving me to my knees.

Billy's cock was a good size, with a nice shape and a big crown. He was uncut and had a nice big dollop of head cheese waiting under the foreskin for me. I licked that out before swallowing the whole thing down in one big gulp. It smelt and tasted sweet as I went up and down, stopping now and then to lick his big firm balls. While I worked away, Lewis was standing behind me, pulling the tit clamps on Billy's chest and shoving his fingers in and out of his mouth. After a while I heard him ask Billy,

"That thing stiff enough to fuck him now, baby?"

When Billy grunted a breathy "yeah", Lewis pulled me to my feet and pointed out an empty sling that a guy was just climbing down from. I raced over to claim it before anyone else with Lewis following close behind. He hoisted me up onto it, pulled off my soggy jockstrap and hooked my feet in the stirrups.

With me ready for them, the two of them swung into action. Billy lubed his dick and my hole with Crisco from a tub hanging off the side of the sling, while Lewis stood to one side, pulling the chain between Billy's nips and tweaking mine and doling out hits of poppers to both of us.

Billy edged forward into the space between my legs and rubbed his sweet cock up and down my crack. When I felt it circling my asshole and poking at it, I took a deep breath and pushed down hard, opening myself up to try and pull him in. I was successful; the head easily popped past the first ring and as he moved his hips forward, the rest followed inexorably. We grinned at each other as he fell into a steady rhythm, pumping in and out of me, hitting my prostate with every other stroke.

A small crowd of voyeurs gathered around, attracted by the sight of the two hot black leather men and the action in the slings on either side of us. Lewis noticed and I heard him mutter to Billy about giving the sightseers something to stare at.

He ripped the clamps off Billy's tits and stuck them on mine instead, then grabbed a big blob of Crisco can as he disappeared out of my sight behind his lover. A moment later Billy gasped loudly as Lewis entered him and the sling turned into a swing with the force of Lewis's thrusts transmitted to me via Billy's dick.

Lewis took his time, twisting Billy's nipples, biting his neck and pummelling his ass, slowing down whenever Billy looked as if he was about to explode. Eventually it all got too much for Billy who began to groan and squeal, closing his eyes and arching his torso back against Lewis's chest. Taking my chance, I clamped down hard on his throbbing cock with my ass muscles and was rewarded with a load of his cum.

Lewis turned him around for a long lingering kiss, then gently pushed him aside. As he was going in, I thanked the Gay God that Billy had used me first and had greased me up with Crisco and cum, since Lewis felt like a baseball bat by comparison!

I'd had a hard enough time keeping from cumming while Billy was in me, so there was no way I was going to resist the power of Lewis' beautiful big rod for long, especially with Billy working my tits and feeding me poppers. The final straw came when Lewis motioned him to lean over and swallow my cock; the feeling of his warm mouth was just too much, and I erupted instantly.

He bobbed up straight away and kissed me, transferring my own cum to me in the process. As he did this, Lewis stopped fucking, leaving my ass feeling loose and empty as I came down from my orgasm. I lay back and watched Billy kiss his lover, then drop to his knees with eyes closed and mouth wide open. Lewis loomed over him, jerking the cock that had just been inside me and rewarding his boyfriend with a massive shower of cum all over his face, his hair and his chest.

Billy got slowly up off his knees to kiss me and they walked off with eyes only for each other. I stared at their retreating figures for a moment too long, giving one of the guys who was lined up to fuck the guy in the sling next to me a chance to get between my spread-out legs instead.

He was an OK looking guy, a big heavy blond in his forties with a decent sized cock; but still, I needed a rest after the intensity of the scene with Lewis and Billy. But when I smiled and shook my head at him, and tried to get down off the sling, he stopped me by grabbing hold of my leg with one hand and leaning forward to press down firmly on my chest with the other.