Well first I'll explain why I've had this fantasy for so long. I'm a married male and twenty or so years ago when I was in my thirties I was assaulted and raped by several men. And yes, they did just about everything to me you can think of. I had blocked it out until I had a medical procedure done recently that brought it back in bits and pieces. Repressed thoughts they're called. At first I thought it must have been a wild dream but after seeking some help, I realized that I really had been raped. Now here I am wanting to suck a cock again and be bottomed minus any violence but still being the submissive.
Maybe that will be the next story written by me.
Now I have a very good friend who knows pretty much everything about me, we'll call him John. He's aware of my rape, my feelings, my wants and my fantasies. John and his girlfriend are also bi, they've introduced me to oral and anal both giving and receiving several times. They are both wonderful people and super understanding. A few weeks ago he spoke to me about an idea he had to fulfill a fantasy of both his and mine... I liked it. I loved it actually!
The Plan
John lives in a very rural area on several acres. Pretty much anywhere in or around his home is completely private. In his back yard, separate from the house by 30 yards is his workshop complete with all the amenities.
Just prior to sunset he and I would go out to the shed where I would be prepared for the visitors. He had a workbench he would have me lean over where I would be restrained. Then one by one, he and his girlfriend along with their friends would be given the ok to go out and pleasure themselves using me however they wished. He promised me total discretion and that all sex would be safe and respectful. Possibly commanding a little at times but with zero violence. At any time I wanted it to stop all I had to say was 'no more' and it would stop without hesitation. If I was comfortable with the idea he'd make it happen.
Knowing him the way that I do I said lets go.
The Layout
Maybe a week later I get a text from John asking me to come over for a few to look at something he had put together. I got there around 7pm, roughly the same time he had in mind for the future meet. I followed him out to the shed and we were met by his girlfriend in a very dark room. There were shipping blankets over the three windows blocking any outside light. When the door closed it was nearly pitch black. Only after a few minutes could you start to see much of anything. I was asked to go towards a table and remove all of my clothing. They then sat me down and had me lay on my back instead of being bent over. When they were all done my body was on a very comfortable pad from an outdoor chaise lounge. My face was covered with something like satin that had a hole in it for my mouth and my head hung over the side supported by what looked like another pillow for outdoor furniture. My legs were spread and held apart by a PVC pipe with padded ankle straps and hung from the ceiling with my asshole sitting over the edge by a few inches. My arms were secured in a way I could move them but I was unable to touch my face or body. I was comfortable, I felt secure and my cock was hard as stone. It was perfect for whatever they had in mind. But I just needed to check one thing.
I had John come over and pull out his cock where he received a wonderful blow job for his idea and work.
The Day
John called early in the morning asking if I wanted to go out on his boat for a few hours that afternoon then hang around for a few drinks after. He and I knew the real reason. Tonight was to be 'the night' and I was to come prepped for an evening to remember. I couldn't get there fast enough and as I pulled in he was standing at the front door with a grin. He invited me in and I gave his smiling girlfriend a hug as I closed the door behind me. I asked if I could have a drink to calm myself down so he poured a whiskey knowing it was my favorite. I finished that one during some small talk and started on another when he said we'd best be getting ready. We had just over an hour before the guests were to arrive. He started to tell me how many would be coming but I stopped him just in time. I didn't want to know how many to expect. Would it be two, ten, or something in between.
We went to the shed and he showed me around to ease my now openly nervous mind.
Next to where I would be laying was a large bottle of lube with a rubber nozzle and a bowl of condoms. Wash towels were at the sink across the room. The one thing I did notice that wasn't there before was a small round table much like at a bar with four stools around it. There would be people sitting around watching as I was getting fucked or giving head for entertainment. The thought was both terrifying and tremendously erotic. A small sign lit by a single candle on the table said 'he will not be speaking' as a semi serious joke. He saw the look I gave it and asked if it was OK so far. I said sure as I began to get nervous. There was no turning back now.