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It was 2 a.m. and I was dancing my brains out at a well-known N.Y. nightclub. The place was packed. Men and women were gathered there to celebrate the club's fifth anniversary. The owner was a friend of mine, so I didn't have any trouble getting myself on their guest-list. I didn't have any company. All my friends were too busy to come, so I went alone hoping to find somebody there.
As I was checking out the room looking for a friendly face, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and saw a tall, well-built guy, in his thirties who introduced himself as Jim.
"Hi, I'm Mike. Nice to meet you" I said rather indifferently. I didn't want him to realize that he was the best-looking guy in the club.
"Nice to meet you too, Mike. What would you say if I told you to leave this place and go somewhere else? Would you come with me?" he asked.
I thought that he didn't want to waste any time. The evening was getting boring, anyway, so I told him that I would follow him. A quick, buttfuck wouldn't be so bad after all...
We got in his car and after half an hour we arrived at a mansion.
"Is this your place?" I asked rather impressed.
"No, it belongs to a friend of mine. You'll get to meet him soon enough".
We entered the building and soon arrived at a big hall. About fifty people were there, talking and drinking, looking as if they were waiting for something to happen. Jim introduced me to an older guy who was the owner of the mansion.
"This is Mike. He's our man!" Jim said smiling.
"Hello, Mike. I hope you enjoy yourself tonight" the older guy uttered.
That's what I was planning to do, even though I couldn't understand what they meant by the expression "our man".
"Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?" the older guy yelled. His name was Jack but everyone called him 'the organizer'. "Jim has brought a very special guest for our party tonight. Let's all welcome Mike!" he said pointing at me.
I was a little bit embarrassed but I enjoyed being in the center of attention.
"Mike is going to offer himself for a nice, hard spanking tonight! Isn't that right, boy?"
I looked at Jim. He had a devilish smile on his face. Now I realized what he meant when he said I was their man.
"Come on, man. I'm pretty sure you wouldn't mind a good spanking on your tight little butt, would you?" Jim said.
"Well, what the hell...I guess it's no big deal"
I was willing to let Jim fuck me in the ass, so a little spanking session would just make all this a bit spicier.
"That's my boy! Now, come over here and lie on the table!" Jack said.
I was guided to a round table, which had a metal pole in its center. It looked a bit strange but I didn't pay much attention to it. I took off my leather pants and bent over. Only my underwear covered my ass now. The guy approached me and stood there for a moment admiring the view. Then, he put on a black leather glove on his right hand.
"Well, let's see what you got there, boy!"
Everybody was standing silent waiting for the show to begin. He slowly pulled down my briefs, uncovering my round, hairless ass. I heard several exclamations of admiration in the hall. It seemed that my tight bottom was a huge success. It just occurred to me that my audience was all-male. These guys would gather there each weekend to have a spanking party. Jim was responsible for finding the appropriate spanking "victim". Well, he had fooled me into this but, to be quite honest, I couldn't wait to receive a good, hard smacking on my cheeks.
"A fine ass you got there! Now, stand still and take what you came for! Come on, boys, start counting!"
He started spanking me real hard. The crowd counted the spanks yelling "one...two...three" etc. I was lost in a haze of lust. I couldn't believe that a man was slapping my ass in front of other people and I was enjoying each and every moment of it. After twenty spanks, he stopped. My butt had turned red and it was burning. I didn't want him to stop because I didn't want to lose this feeling of submission. What is more, if he kept going I wouldn't feel any pain, as my ass would become completely numb. The guy didn't disappoint me.
"How about making this a little more interesting?" he asked.
I wiggled my butt in response.
He took a thick rope and tied my hands to the metal pole. Then, he took a black piece of cloth and used it as a blindfold.
"Isn't that better?" he asked.
My hands were tied to the pole, my legs were spread apart and I couldn't see anything. I was getting scared. I was at their complete mercy. They could do anything they wanted with me. The guy grabbed a whip, which had been lying on the table all this time. I couldn't see it, of course, but I felt it right away.
"Come on, boy. Shake your sweet ass!" he shouted. His voice indicated that he was very horny. I was pretty sure that the whipping would soon make his cock stand at attention. The whip landed on my cheeks several times. Everyone could see the marks on my ass. Some of the guys were already jerking off while 'the organizer' was whipping me senseless.
"More! More! Whip his butt until he screams!" someone yelled.
My torturer heard him and renewed his beating with more vigor than before. He was trying really hard to hit my asshole. It looked as if he wanted to tear my butt apart. I couldn't take it any more. A good spanking was one thing but a hard whipping was more than I could endure. I begged him to stop...
"Please, stop! I'll do anything, just stop beating me!"
