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Ben's Party Ch. 01

By: Lion24655



She was a good boss. Manager of the shop where I worked. She was strong, straight and fair. If you had a complaint you could go to her and it would be sorted. If she had something with you, she came to you, told you, and it was forgotten. And even better - she fought for her staff. Strong woman, but as a manager you could not find better. She was also, in her own way, a handsome woman. She was tall, average build, always dressed in smart suits as matched her status. Margaret Bryant had done well for herself, quite rightly, and we all respected her. But there were two things that were odd about her - her husband, and the stories about her parties.........

We met Tony, her husband, at staff parties, or sometimes when he called into the shop. Tony worked in a local bank, and he was a very gentle man. Friendly. Good company. But always gentle. People often laughed about "who wore the trousers in their house", as Tony would collect his wife, or run errands for her, or buy her drinks. But he was someone I liked immensely.

Her parties were only rumours. Rumours circulated about the parties at their house - parties where a whole group of women got together on a Saturday to celebrate............. No-one had ever been, but somehow the rumours were there. Of course, the rumours grew in their telling, rumours of Lesbianism, nudism, but we all new these rumours were just male fantasies. And of course there were the comments by the men who wanted to be there, boasting what they might want to do, could do, would do...............

For me, I stayed friends with Tony, respected Margaret as a boss, admired her as an attractive woman, but generally kept out of the office gossip and speculation, got on with work, kept my social life and girlfriends well away from work. It was a good job, a job I wanted to keep, with a good boss - and there was no more to it than that. Until the E.mail.

It appeared on my computer from someone else in the office, someone who fancied himself as a new Charles Dickens. Only the things he wrote were not the sort of things Charles Dickens would have written. A long graphic description of a party, a party that had taken place at Margaret's house. Probably the best description was a cross between a wife-swapping party and a gang-bang. It was pretty crude porn. I read it, put it in my "trash" folder. Unfortunately someone had been working on my computer and set the "forward all mail" setting - it meant than any E.mail that came to me was sent on to everyone else in my address book. Most of the recipients were other people in the office. One of those recipients was Margaret.

I only learnt about this after I had been summoned to her office, with demands that I explain myself. Why had I sent her pornography about her? It was made clear that this was a sacking offence. Instant dismissal. I tried to make sense of what had happened. I had seen the E.mail. I hadn't even read it through. I had deleted it. How had it got to my boss from my computer. I tried to explain. I begged her to let me stay. I really wanted this job. For an hour I pleaded for my job.

At last Margaret relented. Yes I could keep my job. But I could only keep the job if I actually went to one of the parties at her house, this coming Saturday, and act as a waiter. I should turn up at 6.00pm. Tony would fill me in, then I would have to fulfil all my duties for the evening. I eagerly agreed - I wanted the job, and if keeping my job included a bit of waitering, then I could live with that. 

At five to six on the Saturday I rang the doorbell, Tony greeted me, we shook hands, he invited me in. For some reason he looked a bit nervous as well as he led me through to the kitchen. There was already a buffet laid out in the dining room, drinks on a table. 

Tony made me a coffee, and started to chat. He told me that Margaret always had about a dozen friends around. That it was our job to serve the food and drinks. I asked him if I was dressed okay - he said don't worry, Margaret will sort that out in a bit. He explained that they were a club, that they had this social evening most months. Then mentioned the oddest thing: "At the end of the evening, perhaps half an hour before they go they always have a bit of fun, at my expense. " He spoke hesitatingly. 

"What sort of thing," I asked, but Tony waived his hand. 

"Whatever they want, we have to do." He said no more, directly, on the subject, so I asked him if they had been holding the parties for so long, why was he nervous this evening. 

"Nervous, well it's a bit different......." he again spoke hesitatingly.

"In what way?"

"First time there has ever been two of us."

"Two of us?" I repeated like a parrott.

"Yes, two men to help........." his voice faded away as he looked at the clock. He changed the subject. "Margaret will be here in a moment to give us our final instructions."

We finished our coffees as we waited, before Margaret entered, dressed smartly in a pair of dark red trousers and black top. "She would look stunning in anything" my mind shouted out.

"Ben, Tony," - she spoke strongly to us. "Three things"

I stared incredulously as she listed her "four things". Firstly we were to wear special skirts and blouses she provided, but no underwear. Secondly whenever we were not doing anything we had to hold hands. Thirdly, we were both the entertainment, and had to do what we were ordered. Even Tony looked shocked, but it was me who spoke "I couldn't possibly do that..........."

Margaret looked back at me hard a directly, holding my stare. She spoke quietly. "This evening you will do as you are told". 

For what seemed like ages I defiantly held her stare, but at last it was too much, I looked away. Spoke "Yes ma'am."

By eight o'clock Tony was manning the door, welcoming the guests, while I handed out drinks as they entered the sitting room, both of us with knee length black skirts and white blouses dressed as waitresses. 

It became even more embarrassing as the head teacher - a middle aged lady - from my primary school entered. Even more embarrassing as a lady who worked with my mother entered. Both smiled, both said hello, both wished me an enjoyable evening.

After half an hour there was a lull in what we had to do, and it was very strange standing quietly in the dining room holding hands with Tony. At first it had been very tentative as we reached for each other's hands, but we got used to it, and I've always known Tony as a really nice man, both kind and gentle - it made it that bit easier.

By nine we were both working hard serving and clearing up the buffet, but by ten was another lull. As we held hands again, Tony whispered - "the worst is about to come............"

As he did Margaret appeared. "Gentlemen", she said in a voice not to be denied, "come through to the sitting room."

We followed her through, and then had to stand in front of the fire place. Margaret was clearly the spokesman. "Gentlemen, don't be alarmed. We are going to dance. You can join in. You can dance with each other."

It all began to feel very surreal. The lights were low, everyone partnered off, and after a few false starts I was dancing with Tony to a slow romantic record, holding each other is waltz grip, but keeping as far part as we could. We were surrounded by several women also dancing. 

As we danced, I became aware that Margaret was near us. She stopped us for a moment, ordered us to stand still. Quickly undid the skirts which immediately fell to the ground. "Keep dancing," she said to us, as we stood there naked from the waist down. "In five minutes I want to see you dancing body to body........"

Tony was as terrified as I was, as we began to dance again to the romantic music. Remarkably, we did find ourselves edging closer to each other as we danced, then suddenly I turned one way, he turned the other, our bodies came closer together and I felt my cock touch his.

The moment was startling.

Electric.

Stunning.

At that instant my cock had gone from soft to harder than I had ever known. It had clearly had a similar effect on Tony. 

As we danced, we couldn't help our cocks touching each other. And it felt so fantastic. I could only takeit so long - I simply put my hands on his ass and pulled him to me, as he put his arms around me neck. We danced like that, our cocks rubbing against each other as we moved around, getting more and more aroused. I took the plunge - I kissed him, he responded. A voice - Margaret's - whispered to us "don't get too excited - yet." We knew what she meant but our tongues wrestled as we danced around the floor - totally unaware we were now the only the people dancing, the room of women watching intently.

I eased myself away from Tony and let my arousal subside a little before moving my body to him again, our cocks again touching, this time more lightly as we continued to dance. Perhaps the lightness of the touch was even hotter. As I felt our pre-cum mingling, lubricating our rubbing against each other - it felt even better............

"Stop". Margaret's voice was demanding. We stopped, we parted.

"Okay Ben - on your knees". I slowly fell to my knees. "Okay Ben, lick his cock until he cums all over you........"

I was stunned - I had never done anything like this. Never even imagined anything like this. Never even looked at a man - more than happy with women. Yet my cock was throbbing, and something deep down wanted this. Not that I had much choice, as Tony moved towards me, his cock touching my face and my mouth. Tentatively I put my tongue out, let my tongue lick his cock, tasting our juices. Tony's cock twitched. I let my tongue run along it licking again, then as I gained more confidence I ran my tongue all over his cock, then with confidence I began to caress it with my tongue rather than lick. 

It was clear the audience - the women - were enjoying the show. It was clear Tony was as he moaned softly. And I knew I was, it was so hot - the humiliation of being watched, of being forced to lick his cock, waiting for his cum...........

As I caressed I began to imagine what I would like, and did it to him. It was clear Tony liked the things I liked. As he got more and more excited I concentrated more on the front of his cock - by now he was almost sliding his cock on my tongue, rather than me having to work on him. 

Suddenly Tony cried out. He exploded, cum shot in the air, landed on my head, he was pumping cum all over my face. I could taste it, it tasted good. For what seemed like ages he spurted his cum, covering my face, in my hair.

At last Tony came down from his high, stepping back as Margaret stepped forward. 

"Stand up, Ben, she ordered." I stood. "I suppose you are expecting the same as Tony. Expecting him to return the compliment. Not today - you can jerk off."

"What?" I stammered.

Margaret spoke firmly. "Jerk yourself off!"

It was so humiliating. Standing there with my hair and face covered by Tony's cum. The expectation that this would be shared, that I would be admired. It was all taken away. There was no denying her - I held my cock, began sliding in Rhythm to the ladies clapping. As humiliated as I felt - the idea of being watched by these friends of Margaret, one or two whom I knew - it was too much. Within seconds I was spurting, pumping, emptying my balls. .................

The rest of the evening was mundane. I was allowed to go and wash my face. I was given a cloth to wipe up my cum. I had to return the coats to the women as they left. Remarkably after they had left, with just myself, Tony and Margaret there the atmosphere changed completely - suddenly we were just three ordinary people sharing a coffee.

"Did you enjoy our party", asked Margaret.

I blushed, didn't speak.

"I'll take that as a yes." she said with a smile. She continued. "You see Ben, we were looking for a second man for our parties. We wanted a good man. We thought it would be fun to have someone hetero. And Tony suggested you. It was easy to make it look like the E.mail came from you........"

I was suddenly angry. "You tricked me......"

"Yes," said Margaret. "And I bet this was the hottest night you have ever had.." My blush overwhelmed my anger.

Again Margaret continued. "I'm sure you want to carry on making it with women, and you will. But we would like you to come to our parties once a month. And you may go through the same and worse. For our entertainment. But you might find some of the women here will want to share other things with you. Will you join us? Your choice. Will not hold anything against you if you say no."

I thought. Humiliated in front of these women. Forced to make love to a man. Forced to expose myself. Forced to serve all these women. It was awful. Humiliating. Degrading. No way I could do this regularly. I spoke. "Yes, I'll be at the next party................"

Ben's Party Ch. 02



Following the party on the Saturday, I felt very nervous going to work on the Monday. Or course none of the other works knew, but our boss - Margaret Bryant did - she was the one who had set me up for the evening, and taken me to places I had never dreamt of. And I knew it was only the start...

The reality was, she simply ignored what had happened, treated me exactly as if nothing had happened. Again there were anxious moments as Tony, Margaret's husband, came into the office on the Wednesday, but again, after 10 minutes stilted conversation we silently entered a mutual conspiracy to pretend nothing had happened, that we were friends just as before the party. Life at the office continued as if nothing had happened.

It continued through the next two parties, where again it was very similar - we served dressed as waitresses, we held hands when not busy. At the first party this time Tony sucked me off as I had to hold the eyes of my former primary school head teacher who was part of the "club." At the second party we both had to kneel on hands and knees as the other rubbed themselves off from behind, although there was no hint of anal penetration required. I wondered if one day we would have to... 

Meanwhile at work things continued as normal. Margaret Bryant continued as if nothing had happened, and Tony and I kept our conspiracy of silence with each other. The other people in the office weren't even aware I had been to their parties. It was as I arrived at the fourth party that things felt a bit different...

On the Wednesday before the party Margaret was having coffee with Jean. Both liked the other, and even in the few minutes together they had developed a respect for each other. Margaret was explaining. "Barbara suggested you might be a good person to join our club, and has, I believe, at my suggestion, told you a little about our parties. Are you still interested? We would love you to join us." Margaret smiled naturally.

Jean was rather nervous. Since her divorce when her swine of a husband drank too much, beat her up and told her he was leaving for another woman (he was still doing probation for the incident, was with the girl friend and was history) Jean had been rather nervous of any deep or personal relationships. Barbara had thought that joining the "club" would be good for her. 

Jean was quiet, her mind still churning everything around. Margaret talked further about the friendship, about the fun, chatter, entertainment. At last she asked Jean if there were things she wanted to ask.

Jean was hesitant. "Yes, I think I, might, perhaps, um... want to join, please?"

Margaret smile. "Let's make sure you know what we are about," she paused. "The group is erotic. Sexual. We do exploit men - in a nice way so they enjoy it as well. And we are not inhibited with each other, although there is no pressure to make any relationships physical..." Again she paused, before speaking gently: "You know what I am saying?"

"Yes" said Jean, quietly.

"There is one further thing." Margaret again spoke gently. She really liked this lady in front of her. She really wanted her as a friend. "We do have an initiation. It's very difficult, and very easy. It makes you one of us. It allows us to be sure you will be un-inhibited with us. And it also, I hope, allows you to walk out if it is not for you. But it is very embarrassing. And asks you to be...well, not sure how to put it..."

Jean looked uncertain again, and spoke hesitatingly. "What do I have to do?"

Margaret spoke very slowly, so as not to frighten Jean. "We have a couple of men who serve us. Tony - my husband, and another who is good friend of ours." Jean jumped at the mention of men, so Margaret continued reassuringly. "Don't worry, they are good men, and they will not do anything to harm us. They serve us at the parties."

Margaret paused. "Towards the end of the evening I will ask you if you want to go through with the initiation. You are free to say no and leave. If you stay we will turn all the lights out before we bring our friend in. It will be your task to, um, bring him off. Using just your mouth. Let him cum all over you. We will know by the sound whether, whether..." she paused, "Whether anything is happening..." 

Jean looked startled. "Why? Why do that? Don't we control the men?"

Margaret smiled. "Of course we do. But this only happens once, at the beginning. It's a sort of sign that you want to be part, that you are prepared to be uninhibited. It's a sort of gesture that you want to give yourself to our group and our, um, our ethos. "

After a pause, Margaret continued. "Afterwards we will get someone to give you a lift home, and when you get home you are free to clean up..." You may as well do it at home because a lot of your clothes as well as your face may be covered with..., well, you know..." Margaret concluded, hesitatingly.

After a pause she finished her thoughts. "After that, you will be part of the club, and free to get involved as much or as little as you want."

Jean left the coffee shop very impressed by Margaret Bryant, wanting to be part of this club, yet, to do something erotic like this - it was beyond her experience - so far beyond her experience she didn't know if she could go through with it. Yes, she would go to the party, but she was sure she would, or should, or might, leave before the initiation. But they did seem very nice people. And yes, she would like to order a man around, perhaps a deep seated response to her treatment by her husband.

For Ben, Saturday evening came around as it had done previously. At six o-clock he found himself knocking on the door of the Bryants' home. Tony welcomed him inside. They chatted until Margaret appeared. Margaret explained what was expected of them that evening. Ben was surprised to hear about the initiation, and his part in it. Equally surprised to hear that he had to stay in the kitchen until the initiation. He was also surprised to hear it was his task to drive the new member home. Ben agreed willingly - it was his job to agree! There was one thing that puzzled Ben - about 9.00pm one of the ladies came into the kitchen and spoke to him, telling him he might get a special bonus after tonight...

For Jean, she arrived about eight, very nervous, although she was warmly welcomed and invited to sit by her friend Barbara. In a pause, Jean pondered - it was the best night she had had since being on her own. The women were friendly. The conversation was fun. The food was good. She had arrived certain she would leave before the initiation, but now not so sure. Suddenly at 10.30 she was faced with her choice.

Barbara had moved to another part of the room, and Margaret sat beside her. She spoke kindly to her.

"Jean, we would love you to be part of our club. We would love you to join. Will you do the initiation?"

Jean thought for a few moments, her reserve fighting desperately with her desire for friendship. At last the desire won. She whispered her answer. "Yes."

Margaret had to be convinced. "Jean, you are free to leave and we will think nothing the less of you. You sure you want to stay?"

Jean answered nervously, but with more conviction. "Yes, I want to stay."

Margaret stood to her feet and spoke to everyone in the room. "Ladies, our friend Jean has agreed to undertake the initiation." The rest clapped. Margaret turned to her: "Jean, you will need to kneel here on the floor, then we will turn the lights out."

Jean knelt, very nervously. Suddenly the light was out. It wasn't totally dark but was possible to see only the silhouettes of people, impossible to make out who people were. Jean heard a door open, saw a man being led over to where she was kneeling. He was definitely naked. She felt his warmth, then, felt him push against her - she was suddenly paralysed as she felt his already stiff cock gently pushed to her mouth. 

Margaret whispered gently and encouraging. "It's time, Jean, you know what to do."

Tentatively Jean pushed out her tongue and let it touch the cock. She had only done this a couple of times before, and each time she moved away before the man - her former husband - came. This time she knew there was to be no pulling away. Suddenly Jean took her confidence in her own hands, and with her tongue began to run it up and down the front of the cock. She ran her tongue around, up and down, around the tip, even tasting the pre-cum. She knew she was having an effect as she felt the cock twitch against her face. 

Suddenly, for Jean, the other people weren't there. She started becoming aware of what this man - whoever he was, liked, and did it again. She became aware of what made his cock twitch, what made him moan, and was suddenly proud that she could make him respond to her. Gradually she felt him trembling, and even took his balls gently in her hand. She heard him breathing heavily, then suddenly heard him cry out, felt his body shake, then felt warm liquid on her face, in her hair, dripping down onto her dress. She was stunned how much he produced - the cum seemed to cover her but she was determined. She did want this. She did want to be part of the "club." She did want the eroticism. With determination she didn't turn her head away, she allowed him to cover her.

After a few moments she was aware that the man was coming down from his orgasm. She heard Margaret tell him to go and get ready...

Jean felt Margaret put her hand under her arm and gently and affectionately lift her to her feet, and lead her out of the room. Margaret spoke to her. "I'll take you out to the car. It's a warm evening. We have someone to drive you home, and we will leave you there to get cleaned up. I'll call you tomorrow. Take care." Margaret led her to the car and sat her in the passenger seat, to wait, she thought, for one of the women from the "club," perhaps her friend Barbara, to drive her home.

After leaving the room Ben quickly cleaned up, got dressed and knew it was his task to drive the newly initiated member home. He walk out to the car, opened to door, sat in the drivers seat and looked towards his passenger.

"MUM?!?!?!?!"

Both were stunned. There in front of him sat his mother Jean, a striking looking woman of 45, her face, hair and blouse covered with Ben's cum!

"Ben." Jean gasped. "Ben, what are you doing..."

Their minds gathered, and it was Jean who spoke first. "Please take me home."

They drove the fifteen minute journey in silence. For Ben it was a confusing mix of feelings. Amazed at his mother being part of the group. Horror at what he had done to her. Disgrace at being caught serving these women. But there was just an inkling occasionally in his mind - he wished he had put his cum inside her... She was an attractive woman - slim, shoulder length dark hair, nice figure, well kept from cycling and walking. He had never thought of her in a sexual way before, thoughts that grew over the length of the journey...

For Jean the mix of feelings were similar. Horror that her son had found out. Shame that she had allowed him to cum all over her. Total and utter embarrassment at the events of the evening. Yet somehow she wanted to continue in the club - it had opened up parts of her she never knew existed. There was even a dark corner of her that wondered whether she could make love to her best friend Barbara from the club. But this - this was confusion. Unexpected. Embarrassing. So embarrassing she couldn't speak.

At last they reached the house. They went inside. It was Ben who had pulled himself together most. He was the first to break the ice. "Mum, perhaps you should go and clean up. Come back when you have and I'll have a mug of cocoa ready for you."

Jean didn't take long in the shower, then put on her nightdress and dressing gown and steeled herself to get the cocoa. They had to start talking soon, or the gulf between them would get bigger and bigger. She went back to the sitting room and Ben handed her the cup of cocoa. It was Ben who started chatting first, hesitating as he began.

"Mum, I'm really really sorry about this evening. I didn't know it was you."

"Sorry? But you would have done it to anyone joining? How can you be sorry?" Jean retorted.

Ben replied gently. "I'm sorry at the embarrassment I've caused you, the hurt I've caused you." Ben began to talk - telling his mother about how he became involved with the club, and with honesty about how he enjoyed the parties. He told her how it had made his relationship with girls - sex - generally much more intense, much better. He told her some of the things he had done at the parties. Told her how much he and Tony were friends, and no, he wasn't gay, but yes he found "making love to Tony," while the women watched, so hot. Then told her about the run-up to the party Jean had just been at...

At last Jean felt confident to speak. She told him about her loneliness since her husband had left; told him about how much she wanted friendship, but found men difficult to cope with for what her husband had done. She told him how much she enjoyed the club, and cried as she told Ben how she knew she would now have to leave the club. How she found the initiation so hard, but desperately wanted to do it, and do it well. Ben smiled - the first smile between them, as he said in response "Mum, you did it very well, very well indeed..."

Jean went bright red, but deep somewhere there was a sense of pride that she could do it.

At last there was a silence between them. After a couple of minutes she looked up from her lap straight into the eyes of her son looking hard at her. At last Ben spoke. "Come with me." 

Ben reached out a hand, which Jean instinctively took. He led her unquestioningly to her bedroom, then faced her, stepped towards her - within seconds his mouth was pressed hard against her lips in a passionate kiss, as he pulled her body hard to him. He thrust his tongue between her lips, fenced with hers, and Jean found herself responding. Put her arms around her son, pulled him to her. After a few minutes they parted the kiss. Ben stepped back, then reached out and undid his mother's dressing gown and she let it fall to the ground. He caught the hem of her nightie and pulled it over her head. She allowed him...Ben was staring at his mother naked, beautiful in front of him.

Ben stepped forward, lifted Jean in his arms, carried her to the bed and placed her on it. With his tongue he began to explore her body. His tongue flicked her nipples which went instantly hard. His tongue encircled her beautiful breasts, he ran his tongue down her body and made her giggle as he tickled her belly button. He let his fingers tickle in her pubic hair, then whispered softly to her - "Mum, open your legs for me."

Jean hesitated, still nervous, but then slowly allowed her legs to open, revealing her pussy to him. His tongue renewed it's wanderings, gently running along the lips of her pussy, tasting her, then gently pushing between them, Ben noting how wet and delicious she was. He allowed his tongue to thrust deep inside her, and heard her moan in pleasure.

For several minutes he let his tongue plunge into her pussy, caress the lips of her pussy till she was squirming in pleasure, moaning uninhibitedly. At last he moved his tongue to her clitoris, caressing softly and rapidly. Within seconds her body was shaking, squirming: she screamed out over and over as her orgasm took over her body. Her orgasm never seemed to end, but eventually she did come down from her high.

After she had relaxed, Ben quickly removed his clothes, and had his by now stiff cock pointing at her pussy, the tip touching the lips. He whispered to her "invite me in."

Jean responded instantly - "please take me."

"More" demanded Ben.

Suddenly inside Jean a dam burst. The dam of inhibition broke, years of pent up repressed feelings exploded. She spoke loudly and forcibly: "Please take me. Fuck me. Put your cock in my cunt. I want my son fucking me..."

As she spoke Ben responded, he thrust his cock deep inside her wet pussy, Jean gasping as he entered her. Jean wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight. Ben spoke again: "you are my slut. What are you?"

The dam had well and truly burst. "I am you slut. Your whore. Your fucktoy. Your cunt. Your..."

Ben didn't hear any more, he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy, faster and faster until they both screamed in orgasm together, Ben filling her with his cum...

Ben and Jean lay in each other's arms, Ben thinking his mother was a fantastic fuck; Jean wishing she had discovered this before. As they lay together, sleep took them over...

As Ben woke the next morning he looked at the clock. 9.00am. His mother lay next to him still fast asleep. Naked. It hadn't been a dream. Ben quietly left the bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast - he often gave his mother breakfast in bed on a Sunday in any case. Just as the toaster popped the toast there was a ring on the doorbell. Ben went to answer it. Ben opened the door, there stood Barbara, looking a bit sheepish, a bit nervous.

Barbara spoke first. "Is it okay to come in?"

Ben looked severe - he put the act on very quickly. "Why would you want to come in?" he asked in a severe voice.

Barbara's confidence seeped away instantly. She stumbled over her words. "About last night..."

Ben gave her a severe look, then said - "you had better come in."

As they reached the kitchen, Ben spoke again. "It's not me you have the frightened of, it's mum. It's her you need to apologise to."

Barbara's confidence had disappeared completely. Ben continued in a harsh tone. "Tell you what. I will go and wake mum and tell her you are here. Bring the breakfast up in 10 minutes. It might be okay as a peace offering..."

Ten minutes later Barbara tentatively pushed open the bedroom door. Tentatively walked in. She heard Jean's voice speak. "Come in Barbara. Put the tray on the table. Come in and wait until we are ready."

Barbara walked in. Her eyes popped as she saw Jean on her back, Ben on top fucking her! Both were clearly well aroused. Jean's voice came out in gasps. "Don't move, Barbara."

Barbara stood transfixed as she watched Ben fuck his mother, something Jean was clearly enjoying. Transfixed as they both cried out together, reaching orgasm, Ben shooting inside her...

As they parted, they beckoned Barbara further in. It was Jean who spoke.

"There never was an initiation ceremony, was there, Barbara?" She paused. "You did this - with Margaret Bryant, deliberately. We were set up." Jean paused, then continued.

"Barbara - it was the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Thankyou."

Suddenly everyone was laughing. Ben was the first to speak. "So is my mum a member of the club?"

Barbara's reply was instant. "Oh yes. Mum and son - we'll have to see how it goes, but she certainly is a member."

"Okay Barbara," Ben spoke with a twinkle in his eye. "You did trick us, and a price has to be paid." Barbara was quiet again, a worried look on her face. "Simple - lick me clean," Ben pointed to his cock.

Barbara was stunned. Then took a tentative step forward. Then leant forward. Then slowly put her tongue to Ben's cock. Within seconds she was cleaning the mixture of his cum and his mother's juices from his cock. 

"And when you've finished," Ben continued, "You can lick my mum clean as well. I think her clit needs extra care and attention..."

"Yes," said Jean and Barbara together...



Ben's Party Ch. 03



After the party which his mother attended, and in which he was tricked into a bizarre initiation of her, leaving her face and hair covered with his cum, Ben had taken Jean, his mother, home, and they had ended up in bed, Jean desperate after being on her own so long. They had also taken the opportunity for Ben to have sex with Barbara, who had introduced Jean to the ladies group.

The truth was, however, that after that weekend, for the next few weeks, Ben had felt rather shut out from both of them as he returned to live at his flat. He knew that Barbara and his mother had bonded in a special way through him, and they were discovering the joy of lesbian sex, a newly discovered joy, with Jean still having a corner of her mind which said that sex with her son wasn't really right. Ben was happy for his mother – for the first time in years she did seem full of joy. He hadn't seen it since well before his parents' relationship had broken up. He knew that weekend had broken a dam for his mother, and for Barbara. It had broken a taboo for them, and to Ben they always seemed to be in bed together.

For Ben, it was back to the routine of work and friends – he would be described as "between girlfriends."

As the next party approached both Ben and Jean became more nervous, wondering how they would handle it. The truth was, it wasn't a real problem. There was no doubt for Ben that it was more embarrassing to be naked in front of his mother, but it was already pretty embarrassing, what he did at the parties. It was even more embarrassing when Ben and Tony were made to rub their cocks against each other until they both came, but Ben found with his mother there he was as aroused as he had ever been. For Jean, there was an embarrassment, but she actually felt some pride. Her son, there, doing what he did. Proud that he was such a good looking lad, proud that he was as "virile" as he was. Jean also noticed the glint in the eyes of many of the women there as they watched him – all these women hot for her son.

Little changed for the next party. For Ben, his mother was just becoming one of the women he was serving. Even when he had to suck Tony off and swallow, he didn't feel particularly embarrassed by her presence – he was already pretty embarrassed by the presence of all the others! For Jean, there was a sort of suspended moment as she watch this lad who could have been any lad performing for these women.

The remarkable thing was that no-one at work had any inkling of what was happening, that Ben was part of the parties, or really had any idea that the parties even existed. It was a real surprise for Ben when his boss Margaret Bryant who was host and organiser of the parties called him into her office, the Monday after the party. At work she was in charge, Ben got on with his work, and rarely did he need to relate to Mrs Bryant – as everyone called her – no-one dared use her first name. This was different.

Margaret Bryant invited Ben to take a seat by her desk. She sat the other side, as handsome and aloof as she ever looked. Even as she sat there Ben felt the "power" she exuded. He was surprised at her hesitancy – she was never hesitant..................

"Ben, you are fantastic at our parties. Hope you enjoy them as well." Ben knew it wasn't a question he should answer. Margaret Bryant continued. "Ben, I love what we do at those parties, but I can't help it – there is part of me psychologically that wants something darker. Wants to behave much worse."

Ben was quiet – he didn't know what to say. Margaret Bryant continued. "And I love Tony so much, and he is so gentle that I couldn't be horrible to him. And believe it or not, even Tony has a dark corner in his heart as well." Still Ben had nothing to say – the truth was he was stunned by what he was hearing, and had no idea where it was going. "Ben I want to ask you a favour. Feel free to say no............"

Ben was even more confused. No-one said no to Margaret Bryant. She told you what to do, she didn't ask for favours. "Ben, myself and Tony and some special friends – none that you know, although some come to the parties – have talked about this and booked a, um, special chalet in the country this weekend. For what we call a 'dark' weekend. Going Friday, coming back Sunday. We need a victim. We want you to come and be our victim."

Ben stuttered. "Victim?"

Somehow there was a feeling Margaret Bryant was back in charge. "For a dark weekend we need someone we can do, um, dark things to. We want you to come and be the victim."

There was a pause. Ben wondered if he should speak, but Margaret filled the silence. "I'm not prepared to give you any reward for coming with us. If you come, we will take that as a sign you want to be with us, and agree with whatever we want to do. There will be no safe words. No way out for you. A weekend when you are simply the victim of whatever our dark minds can conjure up. And even worse – Tony will be on our side, and not yours, this weekend – I said he has a dark corner in his mind!"

Ben was amazed that he agreed. He had realised it could be painful, humiliating. Truth be told he didn't know what would happen, but felt the real menace in what was talked about. But he said yes. Why had he said yes? Ben didn't know, but he said yes. They would pick him up on Friday at 5.00pm, to be at the "special" lodge for 6.00pm. He was going! Part of his mind said he was going because he had a free weekend. Part of his mind said he was going because it could be a bit of a laugh. Deep down, Ben knew the weekend could be..............................

It was in the car that the reality of what he might be going to struck Ben. Margaret and Tony were in the front, he was in the back. His mind was racing – he didn't know who else would be there. How many. What the place was like. What he would do. Where he would sleep. Margaret had given a few hints – the lodge was luxurious, and fitted out for this type of event. There would be a couple of people employed to act as cooks and general helpers. Still Ben had no picture of what was going to happen, and when they insisted, as they approached the lodge, that he be blindfold so he couldn't find it again, his level of anxiety rose even higher, allayed only slightly when Margaret had told him – it would be a tough weekend, but he would return changed. His anxiety returned when she told him not to forget it was going to be a "dark" weekend, when they and their friends were going use the weekend to "express" the darkest parts of the minds. Put aside the decent parts of their minds.

At last the car turned into a gate, and drove along a gravel drive, so Ben guessed, before pulling up, the engine turned off, Ben helped out of the car by Tony. His eyes took a few moments to adjust when they removed the blindfold, but it gave Ben a chance to look around. He could see the lodge was well hidden from the world outside in the trees, the lodge itself surrounded by lawns. He also took in that it really was a lodge, built of pine. It was a lodge, but much bigger and more luxurious than the average log cabin. He saw the two women in white dresses, looking very much like some sort of healthcare workers, waiting to greet them. Both were in their forties, short hair, could even be two sisters. They were introduced to Ben as Maria and Martha. Ben also noticed another three cars already in front of the Lodge, and heard Margaret say that everyone else seemed to have arrived – he guessed perhaps another three couples were there as well as the Bryants. 

After they had entered the Lodge, one of the women – Martha - who worked there pointed at Ben and asked: "I assume this is the young man you have chosen for the weekend?"

When Margaret nodded Martha asked Ben, in a friendly voice, to follow her, and led him through a door, then down a corridor, then into a small room with a bed, with shower room and toilet off. It was at that moment Ben realised that although he had a weekend bag, it was still in the car. When he said he should fetch it he was told firmly he would not need it. 

The next hour at the Lodge seemed perfectly normal. He was led to the sitting room, met the other three couples – the women he recognised from the parties, but the men – their husbands – were strangers to him, but friendly to him. The food was out-standing as they ate and chatted together. Ben, being the youngest by quite a way, felt a bit on the outside, but the others made a good effort to include him

At last the meal was over – Martha cleared the dishes, while the other helper – Maria - said she would prepare things for the evening's entertainment, leading Ben back to his room. Ben was aware that he would be the entertainment. He knew it was going to be difficult.............

Again he found Maria friendly, but when she ordered him to strip Ben was suddenly embarrassed and wary. He slowly removed his clothes – it wasn't as if he hadn't done things in front of an audience before........

Maria made him stand still, and put a leather belt around his waist – it was lined with felt to be comfortable, but he wondered why there were three or four metal rings attached to it. He was about to ask but she ordered him out of the door, along the corridor, across the lobby to a room he hadn't been in before. 

Maria stopped at the door. She turned to Ben: "This is where it begins. This is going to be the worst weekend you've ever had. You are here to be humiliated, tortured and punished for their enjoyment. You will suffer more than you have ever experienced. You are nothing until Sunday. This evening is only just the starter.........." Maria reached up, put a leather collar around Ben's neck which she padlocked. "...................and there will be no escape."

The lady opened the door, and led Ben into the room. Ben had time to look around – It wasn't a large room. Around the edge there were comfortable settees and armchairs, which the others were already occupying, chattering to each other, drinking coffee. The room was tastefully decorated in burgundy, but well lit. In the middle of the room the floor was covered by wooden flooring rather than carpets. Fixed to the wooden floor were some hoops. Ben didn't have the chance to take in the rest of the room....... 

Margaret Bryant – clearly in charge - stood to her feet. She walked over to Ben, pulled his dressing gown off and ordered him to hands and knees. It was a different side Ben hadn't seen before – she had always been strong, but now she was harsh, demanding. Ben dropped to his hands and knees, and Margaret moved him around prodding him with her foot. At least he seemed to be in position, and he felt her put the hoops over his forearms and ankles. 

Ben felt very exposed – naked – except for the leather belt, on hands and knees in front of all these people, his legs slightly spread. There was nothing he was hiding, as they made snide comments about him. They left him there for three or four minutes before he heard a sound – something being wheeled across the floor.

Ben jumped as he felt something pushed to his asshole. He tried to look around, but could only see a metal post on castors. He felt something pushed into his asshole, getting wider as it was pushed, until somehow it was inside him, and held by a narrower neck. Ben was tense – he couldn't imagine what would happen next........

It was a nozzle – cold water was entering him through the nozzle. He cried out in shock, but his cry only made the people in the room laugh. More and more water was entering him, filling him. His intestines seemed to be stretching more and more. It felt increasingly uncomfortable, and somehow seemed to be chilling him from inside. He couldn't guess how much was in him – he couldn't guess why his cock had gone hard..............

At last the inflow stopped for a moment, but then Ben realised – they were just re-filling the bag, and more was entering him. Margaret Bryant had decided a litre and a half would be enough, and stopped the water when she felt he was full, and removed the nozzle. 

Again Ben wasn't aware of what was happening, but something was being attached to his belt. Suddenly he had worked it out – he felt the bung inserted into his asshole, and realised it was fixed to the belt so it wouldn't escape. He felt Margaret Bryant massage his stomach, making the water swirl inside him. But quickly the loops over his wrists and ankles were untied.

Ben fell over on his side. He felt bloated, cold inside, he muscles were trying to expel the water, but the bung wouldn't allow it to leave him. He squirmed on the floor as the enema worked in him, but couldn't leave him. He heard the others in the room laughing and joking at his struggling, as he squirmed on the floor.

Suddenly – Ben felt the pain through his lower stomach. Like stitch, but a lot worse. The pain was excruciating, as his muscles cramped. He squirmed, stretched, tried to expel the enema, but none of them seemed to make a difference. He squirmed on the floor, crying out to be helped, moaning in pain, but no help came. He heard voices around him, but no-one moved. 

Ben was left to squirm on the floor – he cried and moaned in pain, but it was the dark time for the others. They found it funny, to watch him squirming, they found it a turn on to hear him moaning and crying in pain. Ben was lost in the pain of the cramping, oblivious to the couples in the room begin to enjoy each other, in their dark way finding his suffering a turn-on, enhancing their love making. 

For two hours Ben struggled with the pain, oblivious to anything else. He wasn't even aware of when the others had left the room. He felt himself being lifted, by Maria and Martha, and half helped, half dragged to his room. They took him to the toilet, quickly removed the bung, let him sit and instantly expel all the water inside him. They wiped him clean, then rubbed him gently as the cramping began to disappear. They helped him shower then put him in bed. Even the two women were sorry for this young lad who had been through that, and it was only the beginning. They had seen some harsh things in their time at the lodge, but somehow this lad was going to be tortured worse – normally no-one was given the enema treatment for more than an hour. They knew: the rest of the weekend would be worse............. When the pain had worn off it took Ben little time to descend to sleep.

When Ben woke the next morning, the sun was already streaming in through the window of his bedroom. He was also aware quite quickly that he had the hardest erection he could remember. He also heard Maria and Martha giggling.

The two assistants were in his room, and he was naked, and the bed clothes had fallen off the bed – it was clear what they were looking at................. Ben quickly sat up and tried to hide his modesty. The two ladies gave him shorts and a t-shirt to wear. He was allowed to shower, use the toilet, clean his teeth, then was led to breakfast. On his way he saw one or two of the others, who nodded to him, but they had all had their breakfasts – Ben ate alone. It took him a while to shake off the tiredness, although the previous evening felt a distant memory. The bizarre thing for Ben, when he reflected later, was that he never ever once thought of running away. He was pretty sure he would have not managed it, or would be caught if he tried.

Ben ate his breakfast slowly and by the end felt revived. As he finished Margaret Bryant appeared, and sat on a chair opposite him. She looked at him, spoke. "Ben, we enjoyed yesterday evening. But today it will be worse. But don't worry because we will enjoy it more." Ben knew it was still the cold harsh Margaret Bryant – somewhere in her psyche the switch had still been turned. "Come with me. This morning is simply humiliation." 

Margaret led Ben to a set of stairs which seemed to descend to a cellar, down the stairs, into a room lit with spot lights. The room was covered with white ceramic tiles, both floor and walls, and again there were hoops in the floor. Ben thought it looked a bit like a "wet room" sloping to the centre with a small drain at the lowest point. Ben now knew why there were hoops. "Remove your shirt and shorts" she ordered him. Ben did as he was told. "Lie down, on your back." Ben did. Margaret spoke to him again: "this morning is going to be about total humiliation. Yours. No pain – that's later – just humiliation." 

Margaret stretched his hands above his head, his feet to the sides, and tied him with the metal hoops to the floor by his ankles and wrists. "This is what this morning is about," she whispered to him.

Ben watched amazed, as Margaret pulled her skirt to her waist, took off her panties and stood astride his face. For a moment Ben was rock hard as he saw her pussy above him. Then the warm gush of urine poured straight onto his face, splashing, running off through his hair. The smell of urine filled his nose, the warmth of the urine felt okay. In seconds Margaret was gone, Ben left lying on the floor, feeling utterly humiliated. 

A few minutes later one of the men came to the cellar. Ben watched as he walked over to Ben, undid his flies, pointed his penis, the liquid pouring onto Ben's face, smelling more pungeant. He was gone..... Ben knew that it was pouring off his head, through his hair into the drain.

Through the morning it was repeated several times. Both the men and the women coming into the room, emptying their bladders over him, the urine getting in his nose, having to taste it when he opened his mouth. When it was the women he sometimes caught sight of their pussies, but he quickly closed his eyes. Was this treatment even worse than the enema......?

"Hi Ben". It was Tony's voice, Margaret's husband. Tony was crouching beside him, speaking. "Normally it's me and you, but now it is me, in charge of you. You know, I'm nice, and I like you, and enjoy being with you, but just occasionally I'm as bad as my wife." Ben felt there was a menace in his Tony's voice he had never heard before. "I'm the last one – we're going to have lunch in a minute. I'm going to have my fun."

There was a pause. "Okay Ben," Tony said softly. "Open your mouth." Ben paused, not sure he had heard right. Suddenly he cried out as a hand had grabbed his balls and squeezed. As he cried out he felt something metallic put in his mouth: he realised he couldn't close his mouth – some sort of device was holding it open. 

Tony stood above Ben, took out his penis and pointed it straight at Ben's mouth. Bent felt the urine pouring into his mouth. Ben managed to close his throat initially, but couldn't hold out. He had to swallow. Swallow hard. Ben found himself having to drink down Tony's pee. The taste was bitter, unpleasant but there was no escape, and there seemed like gallons. At last Tony's stream eased, then stopped. Tony was gone.

Ben felt terrible, and felt sick, but within seconds Maria and Martha were there. They undid his loops, gave him some lemon juice to take away the taste, then helped Ben to his feet. One of the women spoke. "This is wrong. They shouldn't be doing this to a good lad like this."

Ben struggled, feeling full, and gasping at the lemon. But he managed to speak. "I agreed to this. Don't worry, I'll take anything they can do." 

The two women helped Ben into a shower, and let him bathe in the warm water for several minutes, allowing him to rid himself of the pee. They wiped him, then gave him the t-shirt and shorts, then led him back to his bedroom. In his bedroom there was a spread of fruit, meat and pastries, and a cup with tablets in. Beside the cup there was a notice which said "These tablets must be taken at 1.30pm." Ben picked at the food, enjoyed some of the fruit, refusing everything else – he felt bloated from before, and relaxed – his clock said 12.30pm. He dozed for the next hour then did as ordered – he took the tablets. He had no idea what the tablets were, but he wasn't frightened to take them. 




Ben's Party Ch. 03



Through the period of relaxing, Ben reflected on what had happened, still with no thought that he could run. The enema had been excruciating. He had never experienced humiliation as he did through the morning at the hands of these almost complete strangers who were just using him. The tablets he could cope with, he dreaded what would come next. Maria and Martha came to fetch him and lead him to the room where he had suffered so much the night before. He was aware they were concerned for him, had developed a soft spot for him. That despite their experience they were feeling sorry for him, but they did what they were paid to do.

This time as he entered the room he noticed it wasn't a stool in the middle, but something much bigger. Almost like a set of stocks, but with electronic gear attached to it. He was led over to it. It was like a set of stocks, except that the head and hands bar allowed him to stand upright when he was fastened to it, and his legs were attached to the side of it, holding his legs about 18 inches apart. Ben docilely allowed himself to be fixed in the stocks. After he had been fixed, he felt the final part – some sort of probe, or plug, or vibrator was put in his ass, held there by his ring around the neck of the device. Ben was puzzled, but somehow had become disinterested in what was happening to his body...........

It was Margaret Bryant stood in front of him, speaking to him. "This is going to be an interesting experiment, Ben. " She paused. "We are going to see this afternoon, and maybe evening as well, how many times we can make a man – make you – cum. You might be wondering about the thing in your ass – it's just a prostate stimulator – very effective for getting extra orgasms from a man. And we won't have trouble getting you hard – the large dose of Viagra you swallowed will keep you hard for hours. Apparently the first few times are enjoyable............." Ben couldn't quite get the threat. Margaret continued after the pause. "And then we will finish the day with just a kick to your senses.............."

Ben had noticed all the others were there stood around. One of the men came over to him, put some gel on his hand and grasped Ben's cock. His cock was already hard. The man simply slid his hand up and down Ben's cock with increasing speed. Ben felt his cock responding, his balls tightening – within seconds he was spurting cum, embarrassed at cumming in front of these people. 

He was given a few minutes, then one of the women stepped up. She was clearly skilled with her fingers, drawing life back into Ben's cock, still hard from the Viagra he had been given. It took a bit longer, but a few minutes later felt his balls tightening again, then shooting again........

Ben was left for maybe ten minutes, but then a couple of them – a man and woman – returned. This time they clicked a switch. Ben felt the plug in his ass vibrating, clearly massaging his prostate. He had heard of it before, but hadn't realised how amazing it is............... his cock was hard from the Viagra. They were jacking him off – it took maybe five minutes before he shot his load – a smaller load this time. Ben was amazed – three times in half an hour. And the Viagra was keeping him hard..........

He heard the man say "I wonder how long the fleshlight will take now............" Ben felt some sort of device being put on his cock. The prostate massager was still turned on, but now he had a device vibrating all over his cock as well. He was left. For an hour or so. He came three more times – aware that there seemed to be no liquid coming out. Ben also felt his balls beginning to ache at the forced orgasms. 

Margaret Bryant returned, turning off the fleshlight on his cock, and the plug in his ass. He was allowed to rest for a few moments, given a drink. It was only a pause – the Viagra was still working. The butt vibrator was turned on again, the fleshlight replaced on his cock. Because of the pause the next orgasm wasn't so bad. But then the experience got worse, and more painful. Somehow with every induced orgasm the pain in his balls got worse, his stomach, or perhaps his prostate becoming more and more sensitive. The constant battle of pain against Viagra – Ben knew the Viagra was winning. 

After the two hours, by which time Bens head was swimming, Margaret came in and turned the vibrator off, and removed the fleshlight. Again he was given a break, but left in the stocks. The pain was terrible, he was terrified that they would come and put the devices back........ He struggled when Margaret Bryant returned, but there was no escape.

For another three hours they left him being stimulated and forced to cum. The pain was excruciating, his head increasingly fuzzy with what was happening to him. Ben was semi-conscious and didn't even realise when the fleshlight was removed, the butt plug removed, one of his legs released from the stocks. He didn't even realise it was dark outside.

The two assistants watched, as Margaret Bryant said – one last thing. 

They watched as she lit a candle, then started to heat something in the candle, heating it for several minutes. When she was ready she nodded to Tony. Tony went over to Ben and lifted the leg they had untied. Margaret went over to Ben, and burnt her initials into the inside of his thigh, about two inches from his crotch, on the leg Tony had lifted. 

The pain of the burn cleared Ben's mind as he screamed in pain. 

The next few minutes were a blur. He was released, taken back to his room by Maria and Martha. They put cream on the burn, which seemed to relieve some of the pain. They gave him water to drink. They sat with him – they had never seen someone tortured like this, or at least someone as nice as this, who said thankyou every time they helped him. They sat with him for a couple of hours until he was asleep, the pain hidden by the tiredness.

Ben woke the next morning, again with the sunlight streaming through his bedroom window. The pain in his groin from the previous evening had pretty well died away. Ben felt a strange sense of peace, calmness, but also a sense of dread. He knew this was the last day of torment, but feared it was going to be the worst. Perhaps it was the calm before the storm. Ben stood to his feet, went to the toilet, washed his teeth – the last two evenings he had felt in too bad a way to use his toothbrush. When he returned to his bedroom he saw one of the assistants bringing in his breakfast.

Ben suddenly felt very hungry – he had eaten little the day before. He hadn't had lunch, hadn't felt like it, and had missed the evening meal completely, still being bound in the stocks, tortured by orgasms. How many times had he cum? He had lost count about 8 – forced on him by the mix of Viagra, prostate massager and fleshlight. He had been aware of people watching him, laughing at him, even one couple making love in the same room, but most of the previous evening had been a blur of pain and arousal.

Somehow Ben understood these people – they were like everyone – good people, but a dark part of their lives and psyche – the only difference they had found a way to express it, integrate it, and this weekend was their dark sides given free reign. On Monday it would be put away for another time. Ben thought on these things as a way of avoiding what was to happen to him for the rest of the day – well until mid-afternoon when he had overheard someone say they would be leaving. Was there to be a horrible climax...............?

At last the two helpers led Ben to what he now called the "torture room" – a room simply designed with comfortable chairs around the outside, in the middle a wooden area with fixings in the floor for attaching contraptions to. Ben had already experienced a stool and stocks. 

It was again Margaret Bryant who took control, ordering Ben to his knees, his legs slightly spread. Quickly she attached hooks over his knees to hold them in place, to stop him escaping. Ben found himself kneeling upright, as she towered over him. 

"Now then, little man," she smirked at him. We come to your climax, and ours!" There was sarcasm in her voice. "We call this session, Bondage, beating and buggery. Guess what's going to happen!" 

Ben chose not to answer – he knew he wasn't expected to answer. "I think you'll understand the first and last of those, but you may be worried about the beating." He knew all this explanation was part of the torture he would face. "We've often wondered what to use for beating, and decided this leather belt is best." Margaret Bryant held a thick wide leather strap in front of Ben's face. "The thing is birches and whips and the like are good, but too quickly break the skin. With this we can whip you even harder because it takes so much more to draw blood." She paused again, before continuing. "It's quite simple, really – we each of us beat you – we reckon ten swipes with the belt, then we bugger you. As many times as we want. Simple as that, really. We get a year's darkness and anger out if ourselves before we all go home." As she finished she grabbed Ben's hair and pulled him forward onto his hands, and in seconds had him chained to the floor. Margaret spoke again: "I think I'm first.............."

The first blow across his ass didn't feel too awful to Ben, but he hadn't realised it was just a warm up. The second made him scream, both through pain and shock. Part of Ben's mind remained clear – the pain seemed to be in a different part. He could feel the agony, but recognised Margaret was trying to cover the whole of his ass with stinging. It could have been ten later, Ben realised there was a pause. Then he felt something pushing at his asshole, pushing into his asshole – something hard. His clear mind told him it was probably a strap-on.............a strap on that was penetrating him deeply, fucking him, faster and faster..................... Ben suddenly felt a body slump on him, moaning, squirming in orgasm, then the strap-on being removed from him. There was a part of Ben turned on, faintly, his cock hard, but stronger was the pain........

Ben heard a woman's voice say: "Let Brian have a go, he's a real expert at making them sting."

Ben still knelt waiting. The next thing he felt was the strap whipped across his left upper thigh, but in such a way that it wrapped around his leg, the tip lashing the inside of his thigh with excruciating pain. Again Ben screamed, begged for release, but there was no escape. The next stripe was around his other thigh, again, the tip whipping into his inner thigh. Over and over he felt the inside of his thighs whipped, the sensitive skin and flesh hurting excruciatingly – Ben was crying out unstoppably, begging for the beating to stop.

At last that torment was over, and he felt something a bit softer invade his ass – he knew it was a man's cock. A little corner of his mind told him that he wasn't an anal virgin any more.................. Ben was vaguely aware when the man pumped his cum into him...........

The torture continued for Ben. Some used the belt harder, some softer. Some whipped his back, others his ass or thighs. The beating alternated with his ass being taken. The pain, the abuse, left Ben feeling he was losing consciousness. The last thing he felt was the strapped wielded down the join of his ass, so the tip of the belt whipped the bottom of his balls. The pain the most excruciating he had probably known, as he disappeared into unconsciousness..........

The next however long was a period for Ben of in and out of consciousness, but when he did regain consciousness it took him a few minutes to realise he was in the bed in his room at the lodge, with Maria and Martha ministering to him – putting cream on his back, massaging, sounding relieved that he had reached consciousness again. Ben tried to move, but didn't have the strength to move. The pain in his back, thighs, inside and outside his ass were agonising, though not as harsh as when he had lost consciousness.

For the next few hours Ben yoyoed between sleep and waking, the pain and the comfort of sleep. The only constants – Maria and Martha with him, helping him. Through the evening he had felt himself moved to a chair and carried to a car, helped into the car, but in the car, sleep again overwhelmed him. When they arrived at his flat he found he could take some weight on his feet as he was helped to bed. Then sleep simply took him away. Ben wasn't aware of Maria and Martha staying at the flat with him. 

Next morning he awoke and found breakfast on a tray by his bed. He ate greedily – he hadn't eaten properly for a couple of days – without thinking where the breakfast came from. He struggled to his feet, made his way to the toilet and bathroom. He sat on the edge of the bath as he washed – he didn't feel confident using the shower. He struggled back to his bedroom and struggled into his clothes. He made his way to the sitting room to see Maria and Martha sleeping on his couch. For Ben there was one thing he was certain of – he was going to work. And he wasn't going to be late.

Getting to work was a struggle – getting to the car, driving, parking. The walk from his car to the lift was hard, and at last relieved he slumped at his desk. He was totally unaware of the others in his office watching him dumbstruck by the struggle he was having, clearly in a lot of pain. Ben was immediately eyes down into his computer screen, choosing not to talk to anyone. It was clear Ben wanted no-one to talk to him, and no-one dared talk to him. They certainly talked about him and what might have happened to him.........

Through the morning Ben's strength came back a bit and the pain slowly disappeared into the background. Walking was still difficult. Never before had Ben set so many tongues wagging. Just before lunch Margaret Bryant appeared and ordered Ben to her office, telling him to sit.

Margaret still had her confident air. "Ben," she began. "we clearly gave you a bad weekend, and we did not expect you in work this week." She paused. "Ben, we were very harsh with you this weekend, far harsher than we had meant to be. Somehow with your innocence you unleashed in us dark forces we never knew we had, at least to that extent." Again she paused. "Ben, we are very sorry, and want to thankyou and to give you some reward for what you did for us. Is there any reward you would like? Gift? We had thought, perhaps, a new car – you deserve it..................."

Ben pondered – his old banger needed replacing, it would be a good present, and yes, he deserved it, and the weekend had been hell, and it would be hell for another week.............For several moments Ben pondered on the offer. So much he could get. At last he smiled. "Mrs Bryant, I don't want anything and I won't ask for anything. I agreed to come along. There is nothing I want, thankyou."

"Nothing? Promotion? Car? Boat, perhaps. Holiday.............." Margaret rattled off a list of possibilities.

Ben replied, rising to his feet. "Nothing, thankyou."

Margaret looked hard at him. "I thought you would say that. Maria and Martha will stay with you this week until you are better. We will see you at the next party. You may return to work................."



Ben's Party Ch. 04



Megan walked slowly towards the door of the house. She would have turned and fled a long time before if Jean hadn't collected her, and wasn't with her as they approached. Truth be told, Megan would never have left her own house if Jean hadn't picked her up. 

It wasn't that Jean was forcing her -- quite the opposite. Jean had given her several opportunities to back out. Just as they were getting in the car Jean had asked if she still wanted to go through with it. As they had arrived at the house, Jean had offered to drive her home again if she didn't want to stay. Even as they approached the door, Jean asked if she was still sure she wanted to go. There was just something stubborn in Megan that wouldn't turn her back and run away. Megan had never met Jean before, but every time Jean had given her the opportunity to back out, something had clicked in Megan's mind which said "I am not going to back out of anything." It was that resilience which made her keep going. It was not as if she didn't like Jean -- she did, she seemed really friendly, but it was that something in Megan which kept her going............

And now she was at the door, stunned as the door was opened by a tall young man wearing a French maid's outfit -- a very short French Maid's outfit.............

It had all started a couple of weeks before. Megan, and John her husband, were struggling. She adored John, but somehow things weren't going right. It had been like this for several months. On the surface Megan easily blamed John for the troubles. He was too demanding. He wanted to do things which weren't right. He had been reading too much pornography -- Megan had never caught him doing it, but from the things he said she knew he must read that stuff. And it horrified her. The problem was the more she said "no" to John, the more he asked, the more he looked disappointed. The more the life of their relationship was ebbing away. 

Deep down, Megan knew it wasn't so much John, as her. Well, it was both of them. On the one hand she simply didn't find sex wonderful. It was always over too quickly. She didn't get excited by it as she heard others say they did. And there was that parental voice which constantly said "sex is dirty" bringing a wet blanket to the bed. And because she wasn't enjoying it, she wasn't able to make John enjoy it. At the same time, as much as John wanted more, he had never really discovered how to get Megan aroused, excited. 

Somehow she had been talking to a particular friend Joyce, who had winkled the story out of her. Joyce had known there were problems for a long time, but over coffee a couple of weeks before she had somehow pushed all the right buttons, and the whole story had poured out. Megan was horrified at how open she was, but once the floodgate opened, so she couldn't stop talking about how bad it all was and how it was all going wrong. For two hours she told Joyce what was wrong.......

Megan was surprised when Joyce told her she needed to see Margaret Bryant. And tell her everything. Megan had never heard of Margaret Bryant before, but had found herself, two days later talking to a striking looking woman, a confident woman, a strong woman, but a warm woman. And told her everything. They had met in a coffee shop, but for most of the time they had chatted in Margaret Bryant's office where she was clearly in charge of a large number of people. 

At the end of the chat, Margaret Bryant had explained that they had get-togethers at her house. Joyce came to them. Megan would be welcome to join the next one. 

Megan liked the thought of going out with a group of ladies, and knew John wouldn't mind, and perhaps by expanding her social life a bit, things would get a bit better.

She continued to listen to Margaret Bryant, but was suddenly feeling uncomfortable. Margaret explained that the evenings could be a bit naughty -- which Megan didn't baulk at. But then Margaret Bryant introduced "the rule." Megan could stay as long as she wanted. She could ask to leave at any time, and she would be given a lift home. However, if she stayed after ten o-clock then she had to do whatever Margaret ordered her to do. It wouldn't be painful. It wouldn't be unpleasant. But it might be a shock.................. Margaret would say no more. A corner of Megan's brain said she could leave whenever she wanted, but somehow there was something about Margaret Bryant which said -- you will do what I say. Just over a week later she was facing an open door, with a young man holding it open for her, dressed in a French Maid's uniform.

As Ben opened the door dressed in his maid's uniform, a uniform he had learnt to enjoy wearing, he looked over the newcomer. He hadn't been told her name, but had been briefed by Margaret Bryant on what he should do. He looked her over -- she was tall, slim, maybe late forties. She was dressed rather plainly in a long skirt and white blouse. Some would say she was poised. He noticed her dark hair, bunching around her shoulders, noticed her attractive face, although looking rather hang-dog -- perhaps looking depressed and carrying cares on her shoulders. When she smiled her face lit up, but the cares seemed to out-weight the joys. Ben knew he could tackle the challenge he had been given..........

The party took its normal course, although there was a lot more humour than sometimes they had -- the 12 women gathered thought the inflatable dolls someone had brought were hilarious. Ben and Tony had been made to blow them up, and they were given two chairs at one end of the room. They were even given names -- Joyce and Mavis. One had blonde "hair," the other black, although in reality the hair was just part of the plastic shape.

There were a few things Megan found odd, maybe a touch shocking. Ben and Tony both dressed as French maids, and she was pretty sure they were wearing nothing under their skirts. She learnt that Ben was a regular "waiter" at the parties, and he was, despite the dress, an Adonis. It was the only word she could think of for this young man who was good-looking, yet almost serene and poised in his manner. Megan learnt that Tony was Margaret's husband. A handsome man in his late forties, although clearly Margaret Bryant was the stronger one in the relationship. Megan was also a bit shocked to see Tony and Ben holding hands when they weren't doing anything, but it was clear they were used to it.

Megan also enjoyed the food, the drink, the chat -- it was a nice group of women. She smiled at the bawdy jokes about the two inflatable dolls who were sat proudly naked on their chairs. Both Jean and Joyce made sure she was part of the group, and Margret Bryant, as well as the other women, embraced her in their friendship. But just at the back of Megan's mind was the time -- 10 O'clock was approaching. Should she stay, or should she go...................

The question was put to her by Margaret Bryant, who had moved to sit by her. It was half past nine, and again she made it clear. If she wanted to leave, then Jean would simply drive her home. If she wanted to stay then she had to do what was demanded of her, whatever it was. The phrase "Whatever it was" was said in a tone not to be denied.

The next half hour was strange for Megan. One minute she was for leaving, the next minute to stay, the next minute to leave................. She tried asking what she would have to do, but no-one would tell her. Megan wondered if it would be sexual, or a physical challenge. Nothing she could put together made any sense. Stay or go...............

The truth was staying happened almost by accident. She sat wondering what to do as the clock struck ten. And then stopped. She was committed.

Margaret Bryant called an end to the conversation and chatter, and asked Megan to stand beside her. The women were all watching. Margaret's voice was softer for a moment. "Megan, you may be wondering what you have to do. It is quite simple, really. You have to dance with Ben. We'll put some soft music on, and you have to dance with him." Margaret smiled. "He's quite a good mover." But then her commanding face took over. "Whatever happens you must keep dancing with him. And he will have his arms round you, so you won't get away. Are you happy with that?"

Megan looked over at Ben. She was suddenly nervous -- she hadn't been that close before to a young man like this. A young man who looked so good. A young man without any underwear. Megan was paralysed by fear.

The truth was Megan didn't have to do anything -- Ben came over to her. Someone lowered the lights. Some music started playing -- soft, smoochy music. Ben put his arms around her and pulled her to the middle of the floor. Within moments they were swaying to the music -- Ben quite naturally, Megan rather awkwardly. 

Megan heard Ben whisper to her. "You're sweet. Do you know why I'm dancing with you?"

Megan replied. "No", but found herself relaxing in his strong but tender arms as he moved her around the floor. She also realised to herself -- the music was just loud enough so others wouldn't hear them talking, but quiet enough so they could talk to each other.

"I've had a challenge." Ben paused, but Megan waited. "I'm not allowed to put my hands under your clothes................." He paused, Megan tensed. "I'm not allowed to put my hands under your clothes, but I have to lead you in the next few minutes to where you will ask me to fuck you here on the floor. Where you will beg me............"

Megan tensed, tried to pull away, but Ben held her firm. Megan felt like she had been kicked in the stomach. She felt like she had been used, but knew she hadn't. 

Ben kept dancing with her, but she heard him whisper to her: "And I think you are so gorgeous and sexy that I would love to fuck you. Here. Now."

The feeling was strange for Megan. Yes, it was kick, but it felt lower down than her stomach. But she would never say that. Never. She felt strangely flattered. She would control her body. If she even needed to. She knew her personality would stop her asking for that. She spoke back quietly to Ben, "Never." She had stopped trying to get away from him.

Ben moved Megan slightly in his arms, and she felt something hard against her thigh. She went rigid as she felt it. Then Ben's voice came into her ear. "See, you can feel what you've done to me. You can feel you've already made my cock hard." 

Ben paused, as Megan barely moved with him. But she heard him again: "Already I would like to take all your clothes off, see you naked, see your breasts, your legs, see everything pointing between your legs." He paused before continuing. "You have a beautiful face. I reckon your breasts are fairly small but beautifully rounded, with sweet nipples on top. I bet they are already going hard. I can see them going hard through your blouse and bra."

Megan suddenly had a whole mix of emotions. Shocked at what this young man was saying to her. Willing herself not to yield to all to his words. And yet she was flattered -- the first time someone had really complimented her in a sexual way. "Megan," Ben's voice. "Do you shave your pussy?"

Megan replied instantly. "No." 

"Good, I love a pussy with its natural hair." Megan barely heard his words. She had responded. To his question. She had revealed something sexual about herself. Megan was vaguely aware the track had changed, for another slow song.

Ben was talking again. "When I strip you I would make love to you with my tongue. I would run it all over your nipples first, before gently nibbling on them. First the left, then the right. Then I would gradually move down your body. Nestling my nose and face in your pubic hair, before..........."

Ben paused, but Megan felt herself betraying herself. She knew it was an odd thing to say, but it was what she was feeling. She replied to Ben in Self betrayal. "Before what?"

Ben heard it. He continued. "Before allowing my tongue to slip between your legs. Nibbling on the lips of your pussy. Tongue probing into your pussy. Tasting your wetness. Flicking my tongue across your clitoris. Hearing you moan."

Ben paused, and again Megan spoke before she could stop herself. "But I've never moaned."

Ben heard the sadness in her voice. She continued to dance with her arms around his neck. She still felt his arm around her back, but suddenly felt one of his hands cupping her ass. She should stop him, but couldn't. She was being opened up layer by layer, opened up in a way she had never been opened before. Promised things she never thought she wanted.

Ben spoke again. "You would moan when I put my tongue on your pussy." Megan suddenly squirmed against his cock. She was horrified -- what was she doing? Ben noticed. "Yes, and after I have tongued your pussy, your clit, all the way to orgasm, all the way to screaming out loud, I would make you kiss my cock. I would make you take my cock in your mouth. Maybe I wouldn't need to make you, maybe you would take it in your mouth yourself. Do you like sucking your husband's cock? Do you finger his anus while you suck him? Do you make him cum into your throat? Do you swallow his cum?" Ben kept asking the questions, instinctively knowing that Megan would not suck cock, wouldn't suck her husband's cock. Let alone swallow.

Megan thought -- yes, she would take it in her mouth herself. But the horror -- she had never done that. Never wanted to do that. Now she did. Desperately. Her body was showing her what she had missed for so long. What was wrong with her? Ben had left a pause. Megan spoke into the silence. "I would love to suck your cock." She remembered That John her husband had asked of her. She was so nervous when she said it, she had never used language like this before to anyone, it wasn't right. "And I'd swallow your, um, your juice."

Ben knew Megan was changing. "After I make you swallow my cum I'd lay you on your back, open your legs, softly kiss your wet pussy, then lie between your legs, let my stiff cock rest at the entrance to your pussy, then............" Ben paused. He spoke harshly, for the moment. "Then I'd shove my cock right up your cunt. I'd fuck you like you've never been fucked before. And you would scream for more. You would be my cock whore."

Ben heard Megan whisper. "Oh, yes, please, fuck me........" but instantly she was horrified by what he said. In these few minutes she had turned from a prude to a whore, just through the words of this young man whom she had never met before. 

Ben knew what was happening, that Megan was trying to put up the shutters again. He quickly spoke again. "Feel it honey, feel a stiff cock sliding hard in and out of your cunt. Feel your tits being groped. Feel my hand squeezing your naked ass. Feel my fingers pushing between the crack of your ass as I fuck your cunt. Feel me tickling your asshole, pushing a finger inside. I know you've never had anything in your ass, but you will have my fingers, and later begging me to put my cock into your ass. But feel me fucking you faster, fucking your squirming aroused body, you begging me to fuck you harder, you knowing that you are a whore, a slut. I bet your cunt is dripping with juice. You know I now own your tits. Your cunt. Your asshole. Go on, ask me to fuck you here, now........."

Megan felt churned over. She wanted it. She needed it. She wanted to be a whore. She didn't care. She simply cried out: "Please fuck me. Please, I need your cock. Your tongue. Please, please........"

Ben pushed even further. "I want to know more than that............"

Megan knew what he meant. Her mind never said those things. Never wanted to say things like that. Never. Until this moment. "I want your cock in my cunt. I want to be a whore. A slut. Please fuck my cunt............." Megan surprised herself. She had never said the "C" word before. And here. In front of all these people. She felt it -- it felt like her "cunt" ached to be filled.

Everyone in the room heard her begging. Quickly Margaret Bryant stepped in. Unwound Ben from her, pulled her away. She spoke to her. "Honey, it's for your husband. Jean will take you home. Now. Go and give him a night he will never forget. Then tell him to ring me tomorrow." Megan found herself out to the car, home in minutes. Her husband was surprised as she leapt on him...........

Back at the party, Ben found himself hard. Margaret Bryant laughed at Ben and Tony. "Okay guys, you came fuck Mavis and Joyce. Go on. Here." Margaret handed Tony and Ben the two inflatable dolls that had caused so much laughter earlier. They heard the other ladies clapping, and felt the total humiliation of being watched fucking two cheap inflatable sex dolls. For Ben the humiliation was so hot. He had been aroused by Megan, and yes he was still hard, and yes He fucked the doll. As did Tony, Ben cumming first............

Shortly after Ben and Tony were washing up, and washing the two dolls. The party was dispersing. Megan and John still had hours of catching up to do.