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A Month in the Heart...

By: cupbearer



A Month in the Heart of the Country

It was that time of your life when you've just left school, finished your exams, reached the legal drinking age and feel like you can do anything and be anybody.

I was eighteen years old, skinny, bookish, shy with girls, a bit lonely, constantly horny. I was inhibited, to the point that after physical education in school I always changed under a towel. I didn't have many friends, and the only thing all my friends had in common is that they were my friends. I hung out with some of the rich guys, some of the weirdos, some of the rebels, some of the hippyish types, and all of them wondered what I saw in the other ones. 

So when Chris invited me on a holiday in the country with Steve, Ray, Danny and Peter, I was a bit surprised. The five of them were all among the rich guys. They spent a lot of money on clothes and their taste in music, unlike mine, was dictated by what was fashionable. I was a music geek and I defiantly liked things that were unfashionable. I wasn't sure why Chris was inviting me until he said, "And we were just thinking, it'd be cool to hang out, you know, spend some time out there and be free and do some drinking, and I thought maybe you'd be interested in coming along, because most of us can't cook for shit, so..."

That was why they wanted me: to do the cooking. I smiled to myself, holding the phone receiver in my hand. Of course they didn't want me for my company. But I liked cooking, and I needed practice, and it would be interesting to be the only one out there providing food, and then Chris told me to bring my guitar, so perhaps they also appreciated that I was the only musical one. I told him I'd think about it. I asked my parents if they minded and they said they didn't, so I emailed Chris to say yes.

Chris picked me up in one of his family's cars, a big station wagon, one Saturday morning. Besides my guitar, I had a couple of pots and pans, a good kitchen knife and some herbs and spices, because I was under no illusion that the local shop would have much in the way of exotic ingredients. 

Chris was an okay driver who thought he was a great driver. He was selfish and shouted a lot at people who got in his way, which was a lot of people because he drove too fast. We criss-crossed the suburbs that morning, picking up all the other guys, and then at last we had a full load and we headed out of the city into the country.

It was a long drive and I had to tolerate Chris' crappy music selection on the car stereo. All the guys were excited at the prospect of the four weeks ahead. There was a lot of talk about how many girls they were going to pick up and how much drinking they were going to do. I was mostly quiet. I knew better. I suspected that we'd spend most of our time watching DVDs, drinking and getting stoned, and there would be no girls, no sex of any kind, apart from a lot of private masturbation late at night in your own room.

I was wrong about that. 

The house was pretty big and a long way away from anywhere. Nobody lived in it, it was owned by Chris's family and rented out for weddings and events. It had a lot of rooms and the other guys were quick to claim the best ones. I had a small room which was almost entirely filled by an oversized bed. It was as if they had a small room and a big bed left over after they'd done all the others, so they just stuck them together.

Once we'd got settled in, we set off for the local pub. We soon realised that we wouldn't be making that trip very often, because the local pub was four miles away down dark winding roads. This was depressing, and as we all sat drinking we were more depressed by the knowledge that we were going to have to walk back. There were some attractive women in the pub, but they were all with men who looked like their husbands or boyfriends, and they were all older than us, most of them looking like they were in their late twenties. Steve made a remark about mothers he'd like to fuck and we all had a laugh about that, but when closing time came we got out and tottered home in a gloomy silence.

We woke up the next day, all a bit hungover, and we planned a shopping trip. We went out and bought staples, plus ingredients for dinner, plus enormous quantities of beer. We sat around reading and looking for porn on the internet and playing Wii. Some of us got stoned - not me, I didn't like smoking. 

When evening came round, we realised that our first full day had passed and we'd done precisely none of the cool things we'd come down to do. We had no way of meeting girls short of going to the pub, but the pub was too far away unless we drove, and if we drove one of us had to stay sober, and none of us wanted to stay sober. 

Steve said that we had to start thinking of cool things to do, and we all agreed that we would. I would have quite liked to go for walks in the countryside. I liked nature and I was interested in trees and animals and birds, but I knew better than to suggest this. The other guys were all more confident than me, anyway. I was content to do what they wanted to do. In any case, I was reading a good novel and I didn't need constant stimulation the way they did.

All the same, by the Thursday of the first week we were going mad with boredom. We'd read most of what we'd brought with us. We'd played most of the games. We'd watched most of the films. The high, exciting time we'd imagined was not panning out.

And so it was, that Thursday night, after dinner, that Steve came out with the suggestion that would ultimately make that month in the country the most memorable and extraordinary month of my life. It wasn't always the most enjoyable month. Some of it was downright grueling. But we all came away from it changed, me most of all.

It was an innocent enough suggestion to begin with. I had cooked us pasta and we were all feeling content. We had been drinking red wine, which had gone to our heads. We felt like a mafia crew hiding out, we were the guys, we were a unit. My cooking skills had been praised in fake Italian accents. 

Steve lit up a joint and passed it around. For once, I had a draw on it. Maybe that's why what happened happened.

"We should play poker," he said. 

There wasn't much enthusiasm for this. None of us were much good at cards and we didn't want to gamble for money.

"Here's the kicker," he said. "We'll have a scale of, like, forfeits. We'll work out who won the most, and maybe he doesn't have to do the washing up for a week, or whatever. Next biggest winner doesn't owe a round for two days. Next biggest winner gets a free drink by the rest. And so on down."

"What sort of forfeits?" said Peter.

"I dunno," said Steve. 

"I know," said Danny. "The biggest loser has to do whatever we want."

There was silence. 

"Like what?" said Chris, looking interested.

"Like, anything," said Danny with an evil grin. "And I mean anything."

"What if he says no?" I asked.

"Then he has to do all the washing up for the entire rest of the holiday," said Steve. That was about the worst thing any of us could think of, and we all laughed.

"I'm in," said Chris. 

"Me too," said Peter.

One by one, we all agreed to Danny's suggestion. The unspoken fear was of what, precisely, the biggest loser might be required to do - eat a cowpat? Something more disgusting? Danny had the weirdest imagination of us all, but Chris was naturally the one with the highest status. It would probably be he who would enforce the ruling.

We all started to play. None of us were very good, but I was surprised to find that I was one of the better ones. I didn't win every hand, but I didn't get cleaned out, either. 

We all played conservatively, none of us wanting to end up at the bottom of the list. Chris grumbled about the number of folds that we were making, but Danny merely murmured "Remember, anything we want..." and Chris shut up.

As it got closer to midnight, we were all getting impatient for the game to end and a result to happen. Steve suggested that we call the current hand the last one. Peter was the one keeping track of the score. We all agreed.

When I got my two cards, I was delighted to find that I had a great hand: two tens. The next card was another ten, and with three of a kind I was confident that I could beat the others.

I decided to bet high. If I could shut them out, I could do it. It worked. One by one they sighed and threw in their cards.

Except for Chris. He simply looked impassive, and raised me.

I assumed that he must have a higher pair. The chances of him having three court cards were tiny. I called him. 

The next card was a nine. The tension in the room was thick. I raised again, shoving half my chips into the middle, trying not to show how elated I was. 

Chris called my raise. He was sweating. Whoever lost now would lose the hand. I felt excited, but I was calm.

The next card was another nine.

I couldn't believe it. I had a full house, the first one I had ever had. There was only one thing to do.

"All in," I said, casually pushing the rest of my chips into the middle. Surely, now, Chris had to yield.

He didn't yield. He simply said "All in," in a thick voice, and pushed his own chips into the middle of the table. 

The final card was a useless two. It was the showdown.

I turned over my cards and I couldn't stop myself from beaming. "Full house," I said, laying out my two tens. There was a gasp from the other guys.

Chris stared at them for a moment, then he raised his head and looked at me.

"Four of a kind," he said quietly, and laid down two nines. 

I was stunned. There was a moment of silence, then the other guys exhaled. Peter gave a low whistle of commiseration. 

"Good fucking game," said Steve. Chris gathered all the chips to himself and smiled broadly.

There was silence. We all knew that one of us had to be the loser. Now, it was going to come out. I had bet everything I had, and lost it all. I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Peter was totting up the wins and losses. 

At last he looked at us all.

"The big winner," he said, "is Chris." Chris beamed and lit a cigarette.

"The big loser," Peter added, "is Alex."

The lads all gave a raucous cheer, and Ray patted my shoulder sympathetically. I hung my head and smiled ruefully. Whatever it was, I wanted it to be over quickly. I assumed it would be something nasty and disgusting. I felt a bit drunk and a bit high and I was surprised to find that although I was not looking forward to whatever it was, I was happy. I was one of the guys. I would take my forfeit like a man.

"Stand up, Alex," said Chris. I stood up. I had agreed to do whatever they wanted. I was blushing. They were all looking at me; Peter smiling, Steve grinning, Ray with an enigmatic look on his face, Danny looking sleepy and with an evil smirk; Chris with a cool, appraising look.

"So, what's it to be?" said Peter.

"Lick the toilet bowl!"

"Drink his own piss!" suggested Danny. The others made loud noises of disgust. I looked pleadingly at Chris.

"No, no, no," said Chris. "I've got a better idea." He waited for silence. We all looked at him expectantly.

"Alex," he said, "take your clothes off."

I felt my face go red, and I looked at him uncertainly. The smirk came back to Danny's face. Ray lit a cigarette and looked at me through the smoke.

"All of them?" said Peter, glancing at Chris.

"All of them," Chris confirmed.

They were all watching me. I had to obey. What was Chris thinking? Maybe I was going to have to go and streak outside, or something. That wouldn't be so bad. Blushing, I leaned down and took off my runners and socks. I threw them aside. Then I tugged off my shirt and t-shirt and tossed them onto my chair. I opened my belt, unzipped my cargos and dropped them, then I placed them on the pile of my clothes; and then finally I slid my boxers slowly down over my hips and stepped out of them, leaving them with my other things. 

Naked, I straightened up and stood, one leg slightly bent, making myself look back at them, meeting their gaze. 

They were all silent. There was a strange tension in the room. I could feel it in their gaze, in the way they were looking at me. I had never been naked in front of them before, but the wine and the pot had given me courage. I felt their eyes on me, looking at my slim body; I was the slightest of us, with narrow hips but curved buttocks that stuck out behind me, a long but narrow cock, and only a very few hairs on my chest. 

"Turn around," Chris said. "Pose for us."

I was breathing rapidly. I turned around and raised my arms until my hands were behind my head, posing like a model. Now there could be no doubt about it. There was something sexual about the way they were looking at me. I felt hot, and there was a stirring in my groin. God, that was all I needed, to get an erection now. 

"Danny?" said Chris behind me. "What do you think?"

"He's cute," came Danny's voice.

"Thank you," I said softly, turning my head so I could see a little over my shoulder.

"Turn and face us, Alex," said Chris. I did so, letting them see me, fully nude in the low light of the living room. The guys were sitting at the table, I was standing apart from them, near the fire which was turned off because it was a warm summer night.

"Alex, you have to do whatever we want, you remember that?" said Chris.

I nodded.

"Say it," he insisted.

"I have to do whatever you want," I said. "For how long?"

"For as long as we say," said Chris. "All right? You understand what I'm saying?"

I felt that I was being challenged. I was a little light-headed and my heart was pounding. I had been standing naked in front of my fully-clothed friends for about three or four minutes. Now Chris was extending the forfeit. Now I was being offered a choice of some kind.

"I understand."

"Do you say yes to it?" he said, his eyes shining.

"Yes," I said seriously. I was beginning to think that I knew where this was going. And I wanted them to tell me what to do.

"Good," said Chris. "Now, suck Danny's cock."

That was it. That was when I truly realised what I was in for. I looked at Danny. He looked much more awake now. He wasn't smiling any more. He swivelled in his chair to face me, opened his flies and took out his cock, which was half-erect. He began pulling on it.

"Go over and ask him for permission," said Chris. 

Danny watched me as I walked across the carpet to him, my feet bare, and I knelt before him demurely.

"Danny," I said with a dry mouth, "may I please suck your cock?"

"Yeah," he said. 

I had no idea what to do, so I merely leaned forward and he pushed his now-erect cock between my lips. I began to lick and suck on it, imagining how I would like this done to me. I had never had a blowjob in my life. I had never even kissed a girl. But now I was going to have to suck my friend's cock.

That was the first barrier I crossed, going from just one of their friends who happened to be naked to being a fully-fledged cocksucker. It felt extraordinary, scary, intense to be kneeling naked in front of this guy I'd known for years and to be sucking him off. Danny grunted "Ooh, yeah...mmm...that's good..." and he pushed his cock a little further into my mouth.

It was hard to take all of him. I tried not to let my teeth touch him. I moaned softly as my lips hauled on Danny's penis. He held my cropped head in his hands and urged himself into me. 

I really wanted him to cum. I didn't know if I was expected to swallow or spit or what, but I accepted my role as giver of oral pleasure and I did the best I could. Danny was getting more and more excited, and he was beginning to move his hips, slowly fucking my mouth. It was incredibly intense. I shut my eyes and moaned again, imagining that I was a girl. They were certainly treating me like one. 

"That's fucking hot," somebody said. I was moving my body as I sucked on Danny's cock, my chest rising and falling, the muscles in my shoulders bunching. I was moving my hips as well. I was feeling more sensual than I had ever felt, and the sheer exhibitionism and shamelessness of what I was doing was giving me a hard-on. I knew that the guys could see that my own cock was sticking straight out ahead of me. Was I gay, then? I had never fancied a guy in my life, but to be made to suck my friend off was certainly arousing me now.

Then I felt a pair of hands on my hips, stroking me.

I moaned. Now another of them was touching me. I didn't know who. I could feel his hands caressing my naked hips and my bottom, and sliding up and down my waist and torso. This raised the stakes.

"Ooh, yeah, baby," murmured a voice directly behind me. Chris. It was Chris who was touching me more intimately than anyone had touched me before - except possibly for Danny, who had his cock in my mouth. I made a slight involuntary moan of protest. It was going a little fast for me. I wasn't ready to have somebody else touch me yet, certainly not in the most private parts of my body.

"You have to do whatever we want, Alex," said Chris softly. 

I pulled my mouth off Danny's cock and turned my head slightly.

"What are you doing?" I gasped. Danny took my head and made me face forwards again, then pushed his cock between my parted lips. I moaned thickly. 

"We're all horny," said Chris, "and we think you should step up and be a good sport about it."

I shivered, suddenly scared. Had they planned this? Surely not. What were they thinking of doing to me? 

"We didn't really plan this, Alex," said Peter from the table. "We invited you along because we like you. But let's face it, there aren't enough girls round here, and we're all horny. So one of us has to help the others out. We talked about it and we agreed it should be you."

I looked up at Danny, scared. He grinned down at me, grabbed my head and fucked my mouth harder. "MMMMFFF!!" I moaned, alarmed now, as I began to realise what I had got myself into. 

Then Chris reached around me and began to pull on my cock. My mouth fell open and I gasped with arousal. My heart was racing. I suddenly saw what I was doing there. 

Chris was jerking me off and Danny was trying to fit his cock back into my open mouth. I was shaking with fear and excitement, desperately trying to process what they were saying to me. It seemed inevitable. I couldn't see any way out of it. 

"Please, no," I gasped as Chris ran his hands around my ass and between the tops of my thighs and stroked my stiff cock. "Please, guys, please, I, I don't know if I...oooh..." I was naked, on my knees, being caressed by one of my friends while another one was forcing me to suck his cock. I was beginning to get an idea of what they wanted from me. 

They wanted me for a sex toy - a fuckable object, a cute boy who they could use as their girl. And in my current state I was in very little position to resist. I was gasping as Chris jerked on my cock and I lowered my head and submitted to Danny putting his own penis back in my mouth. I shut my eyes and sucked on him. I stuck my ass out behind me, giving Chris full access to my most private parts, guessing what he wanted to do, almost wanting him to do it.

"Tell me that you want it, Alex," Chris muttered behind me. I made a muffled, incoherent moan. I couldn't talk for Danny's cock filling my mouth. Danny pulled out of my mouth and jerked himself vigorously, wiping his slippery cock over my face. His pre-cum was smeared over my eyes and forehead.

"Oh god," I whimpered. 

"Tell me that you want it!" said Chris impatiently. "Tell me to make you into my girl!"

The urgency of his need to use me, the imperial command to submit to him, to feminise myself, made me incredibly aroused. I shut my eyes and gasped "Please, Chris...make me into your girl!"


A Month in the Heart... Ch. 02



A Month in the Heart of the Country Ch. 02

After I'd had breakfast, I sat back and wiped my mouth and looked up. 

The other guys were all at the table, either still sipping tea or coffee or nibbling things. None of us had left the breakfast area. I looked at them all, and one by one they all looked up and returned my gaze.

"So," I said softly, "I guess we're going to have to figure out how this is . . . you know. Going to work."

Pete nodded seriously. The other guys looked mostly a bit embarrassed, except for Chris, who was sitting on a reversed chair and grinning.

"I mean," I said, blushing, "last night, was . . . it was like nothing else that's ever happened to me. When I came down here I was a virgin, and now, well, basically all of you . . . "

Ray looked faintly irritated. I glanced at him.

"More or less," I added. I felt irritated too; jerking off all over your friend's face was hardly not intimacy. I looked at them all; they were waiting for me to go on, waiting for me to set the agenda.

"But every night can't be a total orgy," I said. "I'm not gonna have the stamina, guys."

"You seemed like you were into it," said Ray.

"I was," I said. "But I mean . . . this is all new for me. Totally new. I came down here expecting to cook meals and play the guitar and now I'm like your sex toy, or something."

Chris chuckled. Pete gazed at me thoughtfully. The others laughed a bit and looked more or less slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm not making a big protest," I said. "I already said, I liked it. It's just that I thought I was into girls and now it turns out that . . . apparently, I am one."

The guys grinned, except for Pete, who kept watching me thoughtfully; he smiled slightly.

"So how do you want to do this?" I said.

"Isn't it really about how you want to do it?" Pete said.

"No," I said. "I lost the game. I pay the forfeit, and the forfeit is that I have to do what you say. And what you want me to do is be your . . . whatever."

I shrugged.

"I think 'sex toy' isn't quite fair," said Pete.

"Booty call," said Chris.

"Whatever," I said, smiling. "Like I said, I'm willing to do it. I liked it. And you've been considerate about it."

"Meaning that we've made you get off on it," said Chris gleefully. I blushed again.

"Yeah," I admitted. "Apparently, I really like to be fucked." I flushed crimson as I said so and the others smied. 

"Okay," I added. "That's obvious. I just want us to work out how that's going to work for everyone. I can't be running from bed to bed all night."

"With a bit of luck," Steve murmured, "we'll meet some girls at some point and then we won't need Alex for this."

"But in the meantime," said Chris, grinning evilly, "I really think we should make the most of the opportunity that we have."

"Perhaps," said Ray, "we should vote on what sort of role Alex should have."

"What do you mean?" said Pete.

"Like, is he our official girl? Do we dress him up like a girl and pretend that he is one? Or do we not pretend anything? I just don't really know what we're thinking."

"Hang on," I said, "what about me?"

They looked at me.

"You accepted the forfeit," said Chris matter-of-factly. "You don't get a vote. You have to go with whatever we want."

I felt myself going crimson again, not with humiliation but with anger. Pete caught my eye and he nodded at me and held up a hand.

"Hang on, though," he said. "Fair enough, Alex is meant to go along with what we want, but we have to set some limits, no?"

There was a pause, and only Chris and Steve looked vaguely miffed. Danny and Ray glanced at me and nodded.

"I mean," Pete added, "we can't in all decency ask him to do anything illegal or dangerous, right? Apart from anything else, there's nothing to stop him from walking out of here and getting the bus home."

I threw Pete a mute look of gratitude. Chris stared at the table for a moment.

"Okay," he said at last, and not for the first time, I wondered at the tendency of the others to yield to whatever Chris wanted to do. He just assumed that he had the highest status, probably because his parents had the most money, and so that's how it worked out. "We can't tell Alex to do anything illegal or dangerous. I still think that if he wants to do something illegal or dangerous, the only thing we have to do is remind him that we're not forcing him to do it."

"Like what that's illegal or dangerous?" I asked.

"There's a lot of dogs around here," Chris said, leering at me. It took me a moment to figure out what he meant by it. Then I blushed furiously.

"I'm not fucking doing that," I said, my mind filled with an image that made my skin crawl.

"So you've made clear," Chris said. "So what else?"

"Why do we all have to do things together?" said Steve. Of all of us, he seemed the one who was in the least good humour about last night. I remembered that he'd been the most brusque, the least excited. I glanced at him and he looked at me with a cool, slightly distant look.

"What do you mean?" asked Chris.

"I don't necessarily want to do with Alex what you want to do," he said to Chris. 

"So what do you want to do with him?" asked Danny, curious. Steve looked at me, flushed slightly and spoke.

"Okay. We all agreed on this but it was on the understanding that we couldn't get girls. I came down here to get laid and I still plan to get a girl for that, but if I can't have one I'm prepared to settle for Alex."

I blushed, annoyed by the suggestion that I was nothing but a substitute.

"So with that in mind," he said, "I . . ."

He tailed off. Then he looked at me and said "Can we talk about it later?"

"Sure," I said quietly. I had no idea what he had in mind.

"Steve's right," said Ray thoughtfully. "I don't see why we have to decide on what role Alex should have. Surely we all want different things."

"That's it!" said Chris. "We do a contract!"

We all stared at him. I was beginning to wonder what I had let myself in for. I had been expecting some loose, metrosexual arrangement and here we were talking about contracts. What was next? A collar?

"We do a joint contract," said Chris, grabbing a piece of paper and scribbling on it. "We sign it collectively, affirming that Alex is bound by the terms of the contract until such time as whenever, but also stating that the individual arrangements of the forfeit are to be worked out between each of us and Alex individually, so he has a different arrangement, in writing, with each of us."

"I like it," said Danny. Steve was nodding thoughtfully. Pete looked . . . sceptical. Ray was rubbing his chin in the way he had of making himself look deep. 

"Right," said Chris, "I'll draft it. You all need to write down notes to Alex, telling him what you have in mind. Alex, take fifteen, okay?" He handed out paper to the others, and they all retired to different corners of the room. Pete gave me a wry smile as he passed me. 

I felt weirdly bargained-over. It was unnerving, but also exciting. Since they were all so busy, I went into the kitchen and went out the back, into the cool sunny morning. 

I walked up and down, hugging myself in my t-shirt and jeans, regretting that I hadn't brought a jacket.

What was I doing here? Letting them decide among themselves how they were going to share out my young body, which was now chilly inside thin clothes in a field in the middle of the countryside?

Did I trust them? Last night, nobody had harmed me. Chris and Danny had successfully and beautifully dominated me, showing me how much I liked it. Ray had humiliated me, but I'd found it secretly arousing; Steve's businesslike attitude had not made me feel cheap. Well, a little cheap, but then, 48 hours previously I'd been a virgin. By the time Steve had decided that he just wanted to fuck me, I was fine with that.

And Pete? Pete had just rolled with it, had played it as though he and I had been waiting to get together all along, and he'd made me feel good about it. Of all of them, Pete was the only one who I thought was genuinely, long-term attracted to guys. I was clearly attracted to the idea that guys were attracted to me, and I craved more attention, but did I fancy Pete? 

I wasn't sure. I just knew that I liked the attention he gave me. I liked that he made me feel that kissing and having sex with another guy was perfectly normal.

I reflected that, after this month, I would never again make snap judgements about anyone based solely on who they wanted to go to bed with. If only because, at this point, I wanted to go to bed with everyone.

My body shivered inside my thin clothes, and the thought that over the next few days I'd be taking my clothes off again, and letting the guys look on me and take their pleasure in my body, gave me a hard-on. I cursed silently to myself and tried to think of unsexy things, but given what we were doing, it was impossible.

Pete opened the kitchen door and smiled at me. I went back in and he handed me a paper bag.

"Read them," he said, "and if you don't like any of them, just refuse to sign and we'll negotiate."

He left me alone in the kitchen. I sat on a chair next to the dishwasher and pulled out the pieces of paper one by one.

Ray:

"Really liked what we did last night the humiliation aspect etc. Get that that cld be deal breaker but wd luv to do do it again or similar. Not so much into real fucking just toying with u, making you squeal. Think you are v sexy like that."

Steve:

"Want to make you into a girl. Would like to dress you in bra, panties etc and have you pretend to be a real girl. Want to see you sissy up."

Danny: 

"I don't know what the others are thinking but I'd really like to play rough. How you fancy wrestling me for your virtue? If you win you can do whatever you want, including have the night off. If not, you know what's gonna happen to you."

Chris:

"I want to fuck that cute little tight asshole of yours again and again, and I want the others to be watching while we do it. Basically, wanna fuck you in public. Show everyone what a whore you are. Think you're girly enough for that?"

Pete:

"Just want to fuck you and kiss you and make you cum and make you feel special."

By the time I got to the end of these, I was pink with embarrassment and had a huge hard-on. My body was responding to this, even if I was ashamed of the response. I felt dizzy.

I got up and went back into the room. The contract was on the table. It had been typed up and printed out. Chris' dad was a lawyer and he planned to be one himself.

I examined it. It stated that the undersigned Chris X, Danny A, Steve Y, Ray B and Pete Z, hereafter called the Bosses, did affirm herein that the undersigned Alex C, hereafter called the Toy, was, for the duration of residence in the Q Cottage in the town of R in the county of S, the designated sexual partner of the Bosses in a manner to be arranged between individual Bosses and the Toy, and that the Toy was not to reasonably refuse any demand of any legal and non-hazardous sexual service made of him by any of the Bosses individually or collectively, where 'non-hazardous' is to be defined as a service where normal hygiene practices are in place, including such methods of safe sex as are specified in, etc. etc. 

I gazed at this document in some wonderment, feeling as usual that I was out of my depth, but on the other hand it put our strange arrangement on a kind of official footing. 

I looked up at them, folded the pieces of paper and put them in my pocket and said, "So this is the deal?"

"This is the deal," said Chris. "Do you accept the individual contracts?"

"Sure," I said, rather timidly. 

We talked over some more details and at my request, a clause was added that specified a minimum time between my having one partner and another, unless a 'party night' was being had, which would have resembled the first night. 

When I was satisfied that I wasn't being too ruthlessly exploited, we all signed it. Chris looked up at me and grinned again, that wolfish, hungry grin that I'd begun to be wary of.

"And now we seal the deal," he said, and reached down and opened his belt.

"Wait," I said, "what?" I looked at the others, but they were looking at me. I suddenly realised that Danny and Ray were either side of me, and very close to me.

"Clause seven," said Chris, turning the contract over. I had glanced over it but I hadn't read it all the way through—I was too nervous and excited.

"It states," he said, seeing that I hadn't read it, "that on signing the contract, it must be further validated by semen samples from a majority of the Bosses."

Danny and Ray took my wrists and I looked at them, surprised.

"But . . ." I said.

"Also," said Chris, "our individual clauses are effective immediately. And I claim mine now."

"What are you doing?" I asked, as Danny abruptly pulled my t-shirt over my head and Ray started to open my jeans. I struggled a little but they had me gripped firmly.

"You lost the bet, Alex," Chris leered, coming around the table towards me. As Ray opened my jeans and began to drag them down me, I looked at the table, which was still littered with dirty breakfast plates.

"Oh no, guys, come on," I said, worried, "hang on, I'm not ready—"

"It's up to me to make you ready," said Chris, who came behind me and knelt, pulling my jeans off my ankles and my socks and runners too. I felt Danny and Ray pulling me forward.

"Wait," I said, startled, "I—Chris, please, I need to—what's going on?"

"You know what's going on," said Ray curtly.

Steve and Pete had withdrawn to some distance off and were talking quietly about something. That made it more humiliating, that Chris, Danny and Ray were stripping me and bending me over the table, as if it was nothing special, just something that had to be done. 

"Oh god," I moaned, as Chris stood up and yanked my briefs down over my hips, abruptly exposing my arse and genitals, stripping me naked. They slid down to my ankles. Danny and Ray bent me over the table so that I was lying on plates smeared with egg yolk and ketchup and bacon grease and crumbs and butter. I squirmed, trying to kick with my legs, but all that happened was that I kicked my briefs off and sent them flying into a corner of the room, making me even more vulnerable.

There was a small dish of bacon grease on the table that they'd poured from the frying pan earlier. 

Chris picked it up.

"Oh guys, please," I urged them, not wanting it just now, excited and scared and also humiliated and genuinely unwilling because I knew what would happen if they started, "bacon fat, really? I mean, please use something else—AAAAAhhhhh!" I gasped as I felt Chris roughly smearing gobs of it between my smooth naked buttocks. Greasing me up like an animal for the oven. I shuddered and squirmed as Chris took my hips in his hands and I felt his stiff member pushing between them, urgently seeking to enter me.

"Ooohhh," I whimpered, "ooooh, please, guys . . . j-just not now, please, can I not—AAAHHH! OOOOH!"

Chris was pushing his cock tip against my naked, quivering anus and as Danny leaned over and rubbed my face in the remains of someone's breakfast, I felt the agonising pang of humiliation at being stripped naked and roughly taken, purely so as to remind me of my place.

And yet, my eager, horny young body was receiving Chris, and my anus stretched to allow him in, and my cock swelled beneath me and I was moaning and gasping urgently as, yes, he penetrated my arse. I pushed my hips back, submitting utterly, just wanting nothing else but to be made to feel like this, like pure flesh, a crude young animal that just wanted to feel the pressure of another animal inside myself.

The morning light fell through the windows on us -- two clothed young men and a third young man with his jeans around his ankles, all three holding down a naked youth bent over a table who was whimpering like a girl as they sodomised him.

"AHH!" I moaned. "AAH! AAH! AAH! Oh God! Oh GOD! Please!"

"Please what," Chris grunted behind me.

"Please," I whimpered, "fuck me like your bitch . . ."

Chris pistoned his hips into me and I bit my lip to stifle my scream of mingled pain and delight, and he fucked me harder. I sprawled on my belly, gasping for breath, lifting my head to see what the others were doing -- Danny and Ray were still gripping me, Steve and Pete talking quietly in a corner, as if I wasn't being practically raped on the dining table.

Chris pushed into me and the pressure of his cock in my bum did what it always did -- it hypnotised me with sensation, bringing me flooding into an awareness of my own body, every nerve tingling. 

"Oh . . . ohh . . . ohh . . .ohh, please . . ." I gasped. Danny pushed my face down and rubbed it on a plate smeared with jam and butter, and I couldn't help thinking of another moment from a movie I'd seen, involving sodomy and butter. They had made me their girl, all right, except that few if any girls would put up with the treatment they were giving me. 

"Mmmf . . ." I gasped, my mouth pressed against a bit of cold, damp toast, my eyes shut, my naked body quivering as Chris slammed into me, and then he let out a long gasp and paused, and I felt his cock twitching, and I frantically milked it with my ass muscles --

And then I felt him cum inside my ass, and the force made me cum too, my stiff cock uselessly spurting cum onto the lino under the table. I sprawled, moaning, as I felt Chris slipping out of me, and one of the others taking his place. It was just as if I were being continually impaled on one endless cock. I turned my red, sweating face over my shoulder and saw that it was Danny entering me and I closed my eyes and moaned.

Danny was quicker, cumming into me after only a couple of minutes, and then he pulled out of me and Ray took his place. By then my knees were quivering and they had to lay me face-down on the table so that Ray could mount my hips and lie on top of me. I shuddered and whimpered as I felt his long, narrow penis sliding deep inside me, his stubbled face next to mine as he kissed me. He was making deep guttural sounds and I had stopped even pretending to struggle. I lived only for this, to be made to submit to them. I squirmed and whimpered "Oooh . . ." as Ray pumped his cum into my unresisting body, and then he pulled out of me and I lay naked and prone in the ruin of the breakfast things, thoroughly ass-fucked, breathing heavily, my eyes shut, docile, submissive, spent.

I heard noises, and then a hand tapped me on my shoulder. I opened my eyes.

Chris was holding up the contract, with their semen smeared beside their signatures. He'd put some of mine next to mine, too, as humiliating evidence of my submission. 

"There you go, sexy," he said. "We're off for the day. See you later."

They left the room, and I shut my eyes again and groaned.

I must have slept because I woke up some time later, naked on the table in the fetal position, besmeared with food and their cum, and I felt chilly and debased, and also deeply satisfied. 

I gingerly eased myself off the table and stood up, wincing at the slight ache in my arse, and found a note signed by Chris.

"Alex—

Please tidy this all up before we get back. If you're our bitch then you also have some maid work to do.

Seeya sexy,

Chris."

I was indignant, but as I stood naked and chilly in the living room, reading the note, it seemed to make a kind of sense.

Resigned, I cleared the table, still naked, putting the breakfast things in the dishwasher, and turned it on. Then I wiped down the table and the lino, clearing up the cum stains and other smears, and only then did I go to the bathroom and take a long, hot shower. And then a cold one.

When I was clean, I shaved carefully, as much all over as I could. Then I searched the house, still wrapped in a towel, and found various items of feminine clothing. I took them all to my room.




A Month in the Heart... Ch. 02



After Chris, the next person on the rota to have a turn with me would be Steve. I found a pair of lacy briefs which fitted me, and put them on. Over them I put a pair of tight-fitting shorts, and an equally tight-fitting t-shirt. 

I looked at my reflection in a mirror. If I'd been a girl, I would have fancied myself. The shorts were ridiculously short. My cock and balls barely fit into them, and they outlined my tight round ass.

Thus dressed, my first attempt at looking femme, I settled down with a book and awaited the return of the guy who wanted me to look like this.

I couldn't concentrate. All I could think of was what Steve would want to do to me. I tried to imagine being a girl for him, but it wasn't easy. I went online and watched some gay porn, but it wasn't exactly educational; it was mostly buffed young guys having what looked like very hygienic sex with each other. 

I thought about trying to get some cosmetics and making myself look more girly, but I decided that this would be silly. As lunchtime came around I fixed myself a sandwich; as the afternoon wore on, and I realised that the guys really didn't intend to be back any time soon, I went for a walk in the woods. This culminated in a lovely moment of solitude when I found myself in a clearing, with total silence all around. When I was sure I was alone, I took off my girly tight shorts and shirt and panties and lay naked on the forest floor, my eyes closed, and I quietly made myself cum, thinking about the love and the sex that I might find some time in the future.

Afterwards I dressed and made my way home, arriving at about seven p.m. I was only back in the house for about an hour when I heard the car pull up and they all burst in.

"Guess what!" said Chris dramatically.

"What?"

"We've been down to the town," said Danny, appearing in the doorway, clutching a plastic supermarket carrier bag that clearly held a lot of beer.

"And?" I said.

"And," said Danny, "there are girls. We've just come back with some fish and chips before we go to the pub."

Ray burst in and tossed me a packet of fish and chips. I was pleased, because I was hungry and had been wondering what we were going to do. But also, on another level, I was pleased because it meant that I didn't have to give too much thought to whoever wanted to use me that night. If there were girls, they would be the focus. I could stay home and read, which I dearly wanted to do.

"Great," I said. "Off you go and have fun then."

"Oh no," said Chris. "You're coming with us."

I stared at him, dumbstruck.



A Month in the Heart... Ch. 03



The full title of this story series isn't "A Month in the Heart . . .", which sounds to me like a Hallmark movie, but "A Month in the Heart of the Country", just FYI. This version is edited slightly from the original version that appeared on the site, mostly just for typos but also one character who up until now has been minor is going to take more of a centre stage, and I needed to go back and tweak her initial appearance. Further episodes of this story will be appearing in Group Sex; chapter 4 is coming along nicely and there are some surprises in store -- the balance of power is going to start shifting in the next chapter . . . hope you enjoy.

"Come on!" said Chris. "It's perfect!"

"What?" I said. "How?"

"For fuck's sake, Alex," he said, sitting down next to me and stuffing chips into his mouth. "If we go without you we're just a bunch of desperate horny guys, but if we go with you, we're a bunch of cool sophisticated horny guys with one gay friend. Women love guys who are cool about being around gay guys. I'm not saying we have to tell them everything about what we've been doing, but I'd be totally cool about kissing you in public. Imagine. We'd all get laid for sure."

I said "I'm . . ."

And then I stopped myself.

I had been about to say "I'm not your gay friend." I was no longer quite so sure about that.

At this point I had let all of the guys fuck me. I'd let Chris do it twice. I had enjoyed it. I wanted it to happen again, even if, looking at Chris, it struck me that he wasn't exactly my type. For all that he was sort of good-looking, he was also a bit flabby and he still had spots and his hair didn't look too clean. For my part, I didn't like the kind of music that I thought gay people were supposed to like, and I didn't like the theatre or cabaret or dressing up or any of those other things that I thought gay people liked.

But then it occurred to me that not all straight people liked whatever it was that straight people were supposed to like -- I wasn't totally sure what that was, but it was probably the opposite of having pride marches and cross-dressing. Straight people presumably were supposed to like . . . going to church. With guns. So probably, it was assumed somewhere that the most fun a straight person could have would involve going to an army church.

I didn't want to do that, though. And I couldn't really say to Chris "I'm not gay." I didn't think I was gay, but I realised that it was only because I kept thinking of it in terms of how I'd seen gay men representing themselves on TV. They were all usually pretty fabulous, which was not something I considered myself to be. There didn't seem to be many normal-type ones, but I reflected that perhaps they just didn't get on TV.

--Aren't you forgetting something, said a voice in my head. Have you ever fancied a man in your life?

--Not that I can remember, I admitted.

--You fancy girls. Whose arses do you turn to look at when you walk down the street?

--Girls'.

--But you like being fucked.

--Yes.

--Well, then, it's clearly more complicated than you imagined it was.

"It's gonna be fucking great, Alex," said Chris, eagerly shovelling chips into his mouth. "When they see you with us, we'll be fighting them off."

"I came down here hoping I'd get off with a girl too, you know," I said.

"Yeah," he said, frowning, "but . . . we don't want to send out mixed signals. If you try to come across as bisexual it's gonna be confusing. It's much better if you're just totally gay."

I stared at him. Once again I remembered that Chris had brought me down here for a reason, and now that he'd decided what I was good for, he didn't give a fuck about me, or about what I wanted.

"So you all get to score with girls and I don't?" I said.

"Well," said Chris, "that's the luck of the draw."

"I don't see why Alex can't be bi," said Pete. "Come on. He's not a fucking decoy."

"It's gonna fuck everything uuup!" said Chris, in the whiny tone that he adopted whenever it looked like he might not get his way.

"Well then," said Pete, glancing at me, "fine. Maybe I won't go."

"Nooo!" Chris whined further, his face turning puce with exasperation. "The only way this works is if we're all totally straight except Alex!"

"I think you're right," said Steve, frowning. Ray looked dubious. Danny was sitting at the table, eating fish and chips, ignoring the debate. It annoyed me.

"I'll tell you what," I said, fuming. "If all of you manage to score with a girl tonight, then fair's fair. You got lucky. But if you don't, and you come to me hoping I'm gonna be a fucking stand-in, or whatever, forget it. If you want to spend the night with me, then so do I. If you want to go after the girls, good luck. But I'm not gonna be a substitute for anyone."

There was a silence at this, and I sensed that Chris was now very angry. He ate his fish and chips in a cold silence for a long moment. Finally he looked at me.

"You're under forfeit," he said coldly.

"I can walk out of here whenever I want," I said, looking him in the eye. I was nervous and scared of what might happen, but I was also really angry.

"Chris," said Pete, "come on. For fuck's sake."

Then, to my great surprise, Chris closed his eyes and shook his head and opened them and looked at me.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. "This is ridiculous. Of course you can. Fuck's sake. Look . . . I'm sorry. Okay? Seriously, Alex. I'm sorry."

I looked at him, startled.

"This has been crazy," he said. "I mean, last night was great, and we had the contract and all and this morning was great too, and you've been so fucking amazing but . . . you're right. Of course you can do whatever you want. I'm sorry. I'm being a total prick."

I stared at him. He looked back at the others. Pete nodded at him -- yes, you are being one, keep apologising. Danny glanced up at us briefly. Ray buried himself in his fish and chips. Steve looked brooding.

Chris looked back at me and held out his hand. I took it.

"We're friends," he said. "We don't have to make this into a big thing. Of course it's up to you. Everything was based on the idea that there were no girls here, but that's changed now."

"Fine," I said. He and I shook hands, the first non-sexual physical contact we'd ever had.

"I still think you should come to the pub, though," he said, grinning.

"What kind of girls are these?"

"Mixed bunch," said Pete. "Cute. Lot of different types. Seems like a local girl is having her friends down from college."

"Could be good," said Chris, munching chips.

I considered it for a moment.

"I'm in," I said.

I didn't change my clothes all that much. The lingerie under my shorts seemed a bit conspicuous, so I went to my room and stripped off and looked through my clothes.

As I stood naked in my room, looking through my stuff, I realised that I wasn't shivering. It was a warm night.

I gazed for a moment at my reflection in the mirror. I realised that my outline was pretty good in itself. All I had to do was make it look clear.

I took the tightest pair of jeans I could find and put them on, just as I was, commando. Then I put on a slim-fitting t-shirt and a light jacket, and I decided that that was enough. I pulled my sneakers onto my bare feet. I wanted to give an almost subliminal impression that there was as little as possible between whoever I was talking to and my body. I wanted to force people to imagine what I looked like naked.

I reasoned that the original idea was pretty good. It would make us stand out if one of us were dressed like he expected people to be looking at him. I was fully prepared to bear out any claims the others might make that I liked being ass-fucked, but on the other hand I was not going to deny that I was interested in girls.

In short, we would simply tell the truth -- but only if we were pressed would we admit that my bisexuality had been established just 20 hours earlier, and that before then I'd been a virgin.

Dear reader, let's just say that if we'd had sat down and had a serious think beforehand about what effect this strategy would have on a group of intelligent female college freshmen, I don't think that the other guys would have gone along with it.

Because it was the cause of all the fun, the sexiness, the hi-jinks, the unbelievable bad behaviour, the bliss and the heartbreak that followed.

* * *

It was a 15-minute walk to the pub, and over my t-shirt I was wearing only a thin jacket. It was a warm night. I put up with Chris grabbing my ass and squeezing it every so often. It seemed like a reasonable price to pay.

When we got to the pub, I was amused to note that the other guys automatically went in first and left me to come in last; either conventional chivalry didn't extend to your suddenly-gay friend, or else I was still just invisible to them as anything other than a sex toy.

However, when I went in the door and looked around and saw the Girls, sitting at a large table, the holiday suddenly became a great deal more complicated.

They all looked gorgeous to me. They were all somewhere between 18 and 21, they were all dressed like they were from the city, and they all carried themselves with a confidence that the locals just didn't have. There were about six of them, I couldn't quite tell exactly how many, but while I got a general impression of smart, sophisticated college girl, my eye lit on two in particular as I ordered my pint and waited for it, next to the other guys.

One of them was smaller than the others and also louder. Very pretty, in a neat, fresh-faced kind of way, she also had a notably foul mouth and a London accent, both of which were kind of engaging. She had silky dark hair and a face which managed to be both squarish and delicate, and like the others she was wearing mostly black, with a silky blouse over the top. Her skin was pale and lightly freckled and she glanced up at me as I entered, checking me out and, I thought, smiling quietly to herself.

The other was more average height, but in other respects she was the weirdest-looking one.

She seemed quieter than the others, but she was always laughing at everyone else's jokes and seemed to have a broad grin permanently on her face. She definitely had some kind of Asian/Far Eastern ethnicity somewhere, even if, being from my own corner of northwestern Europe, I couldn't pin down exactly where, and she wore horn-rimmed glasses which exaggerated her geekiness. Her skin was a little darker than the others, and she had slightly pink cheeks. She was wearing various layers of more or less skin-tight black things, including jeans and a t-shirt, and a tattoo spiralling up one of her upper arms.

But what really got my attention was her hair. Cropped very short to her head, it had been painstakingly dyed in a black-and-green chequerboard pattern.

She glanced up at me too, in mid-laugh, and I was sure that she looked at me for a bit longer than she needed to.

I thought she was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.

I got my pint and joined the other guys, and it wasn't long before Chris had turned on his rather oily charm and had got talking to one of the girls in the group, a small, sexy blonde with a long nose, round blue eyes, full lips, perfect if slightly prominent teeth and a faintly amused expression, exactly the kind of girl that Chris normally went for. We talked amongst ourselves but soon he'd got her looking at us as he pointed us all out, and she smiled in our direction in turn as he gave her all our names.

I had to admire Chris. He was sociable in a way that I wasn't. He had a gift of making people want to do what he wanted them to do, and it had a lot to do with bullshit and pretending that you were the most exciting person in the room and that this room was the most exciting room in the world, and it was obviously bullshit because he always had a certain way of glancing past you, as if to make sure that there wasn't somebody even more interesting than you. But he'd turned the charm on with me last night, and he was turning it on now with the small blonde girl. He had her laughing, and soon he was involving other guys at the table with the conversation he was having with her, even while he positioned himself so that he was clearly the leader of our little group.

And so it was, a little while later, that I got up and went to the bar, and found myself standing next to the girl with the cropped green-and-black check-dyed hair and the horn-rimmed glasses.

She turned and glanced at me and smiled. I smiled back.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said, brilliantly.

"Nice town," she said, raising her eyebrows and nodding, as if to compliment me.

"Oh, I'm not from round here," I said, smiling apologetically.

"Oh," she said. "Neither am I. Oh god, that's kind of a relief." She laughed. She had slightly prominent front teeth and, now that I could hear it, an American accent, but I couldn't place the region.

"I'm Alex, by the way," I said. "I think our friend has met your friend."

"Yeah, so it seems," she said. "I'm Grace."

She held out her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Grace," I said, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you," she said. "I have to admit, I don't really know what I'm doing here."

"You and me both, then," I said.

"Oh you too?" she said. "Cool. I kind of came down cause my girlfriend wanted me to. But now I'm here I'm like . . ."

She glanced around and lowered her voice to speak just into my ear.

"There is literally nothing to do here," she drawled, drew back and looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry," she said, an anxious expression crossing her face. "Is that mean?"

"No, not at all," I said. "That's what we've been thinking. We're down from Dublin."

"Oh right," she said. "That's where we're from. I mean, that's why we're here. I'm not from Dublin myself."

"Where are you from?"

"San Francisco," she said.

I silently blessed my luck.

"I know it," I said. "Well, a bit. I've been there."

"Oh really?" she said, looking slightly relieved.

I had. I had been there with my family two years earlier, to visit a friend of my parents. I had a memory of hills and amazing bookshops and skyscrapers and too many homeless people on the streets and great food.

"I have," I said. "Which bit are you from?"

"I live in the Castro."

"That's where I stayed," I said with mock incredulity. "We must have just missed each other."

"It's uncanny," she said. "I feel it's like, fate gave us that chance, and we just missed it."

"I curse fate," I said, "and its oily non-meety-ness."

She paused.

"I'm sorry," she said, smiling. "I forgot your name."

"Alex," I said.

I was pleased that she admitted it, and wanted to hear it again.

Our drinks came and we paid, and went back to the seats. She returned to her seat but since our respective groups had by now merged with each other, we sat next to each other.

We talked about movies and agreed that we preferred funny to scary. She explained the concept of 'mansplaining' to me and I promised not to explain anything to her without checking that she wasn't already an expert on the subject. "Don't worry," she said with a grin, "I'm not an expert on anything."

That too turned out to be untrue: she turned out to have read about 500 times as many books as I had. In short, we had a great conversation. I won't bore you with it. It's never fun to hear how much of a good time somebody else had.

Everybody else was having a good time too. I wasn't paying too much attention to others because I was focused on Grace, but soon three hours had passed and we were all very merry and a bit drunk.

Chris leaned over and said "How are you dudes getting on?" with a big smile.

"Great," I said. "We'll be doing even better when you stop calling us 'dudes'."

"I've just been talking to the others," he said, waving his hand at the other girls, who were watching us with interest; I sort of got the impression that they were especially interested in me. "We're talking about getting a carry-out and continuing this at the house."

"Does that sound good to you?" I said to Grace. She shrugged and smiled.

"Sure."

"Fab," said Chris. "Let's get some in."

So we pooled our money and Chris, Ray and Pete went to the off-licence next door and came away with heavy bags full of drink. Then we all put our jackets on and went out into the night.

It had got cooler, and there was the kind of light drizzle that you get in Ireland, which is more like mist on steroids. It made you damp without actually getting you positively wet. Grace and I dawdled at the back, as we walked along the road in a long, straggling group. We were still chatting, friendly; being so inexperienced with girls, I wasn't sure yet if she really liked me, or just liked my company, or if there was a difference, but she didn't seem in any hurry to talk to anyone else.

Then, as we trudged along a country road in darkness, I saw that Chris and the blonde girl he'd been talking to all night had stopped, and the others were gathering around them and watching us catch up.

A small warning bell rang in my stomach.

As we approached, I saw that all the girls were staring at me and smiling. The guys mostly looked a bit uncomfortable. Chris, alone among us, was also smiling.

"Alex," he said, "we've been having a little chat."

"About what," I said cautiously.

"Our little . . . arrangement," he said. "Lesley and the girls are very interested."

 "What arrangement?" said Grace, looking at me.

I looked at Chris and he looked back at me, and I blushed.

"Do I . . ." I said.

"Yes," said Chris flatly. I swallowed. I had absolutely no idea what way this was going to go.

"We were playing poker a couple of nights ago," I began haltingly, "and I lost. We agreed that I had to pay a forfeit. So . . ."

Grace looked at me expectantly, and looked at her friends, who were grinning excitedly.

"The forfeit," I muttered, "was that I have to do whatever the guys tell me to do. And so basically, I'm . . . you know. Their bitch."

"Their 'bitch'," she said, testing the word in her mouth, "like, in what . . . sense?"

"Like in the sense that they all fucked him," said the girl with the London accent.

"Fucked, like, really fucked?" Grace said, staring at me with slowly dawning comprehension.

I nodded dumbly.

"Oh I see," she said, frowning, "so you're gay?"

"Well," I said, "I wasn't before all this."

"You're not gay?" she said, looking even more puzzled.

"I think I'm . . . equal opportunity," I said. One of the girls laughed and Grace stared at me for a long moment, then nodded. She had a curious expression, wary but also sort of compassionate.

"So you're like these guys' sex slave right now?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," I muttered, rubbing my face with my hand. I was mortified.

"O-kay," she said.

"Hot," said one of the girls.

"And I think we should seal that with a little demonstration of how far you're willing to go, Alex," said Chris.

"Really?" I said weakly. The girls cheered, except for Grace, who kept watching me.

"Yeah," he said. "Lesley here and I were talking, and we'd like to see you walk the rest of the way home wearing nothing but a blindfold."

"Oh come on," I said.

"It's a forfeit," said Ray sternly. "You have to obey."

I stood there staring at them. They all watched me expectantly, except Grace, who lowered her eyes and glanced at the others.

I didn't like being pressured like this, but on the other hand . . .

It would certainly make for a memorable night.

"How am I going to avoid walking into things?" I said.

"We'll lead you," said Chris.

I hesitated again. It was insane. It was the most exposing thing I had ever done. On the other hand, it was dark, it was night, and it couldn't be denied that the girls seemed to want it to happen.




A Month in the Heart... Ch. 03



"At least let me wear shoes," I pleaded. "This is a country road."

Chris opened his mouth, but Lesley, the small blonde girl, said "Shoes are fine." She had a strong rural accent that I couldn't quite place.

I waited. They watched. I glanced at Grace, who glanced back at me and glanced away.

"All right," I said resignedly. There were cheers.

I took off my shoes, then stood on the damp earth in my bare feet and took off my jacket. Chris took it from me. I pulled my t-shirt off and handed him that too, then I slowly unbuttoned my tight jeans and rolled them down my hips and legs.

There were whistles and cheers from the girls, and the guys smirked, as I stripped naked. Then Chris took my jeans and I put my shoes back on. Grace took a loose silky scarf from the girl with the London accent and came up to me. I blushed as I stood before her, naked but for sneakers.

"You're really going to do this?" she said softly.

"Well . . ." I said.

"If you're gonna do it," she said, "do it cause you want to, not cause you're scared of them. Or want to impress people."

"I want to and I don't want to," I said, shivering slightly at the light moisture on my skin. "Why? You think I shouldn't do it?"

"I think you should do what you wanna do," she said.

"What's the delay there?" said Chris irritably.

"In a second," said Grace curtly over her shoulder. She looked back at me. "That guy's kind of an asshole."

"Yeah, he is," I said. "Well. Okay."

She looked me briefly up and down and covered her mouth to hide her smile. I sensed she was blushing.

"This is the third-craziest thing I've ever done in my life," I said.

"It could be kind of cool," she said, and I was pleased that she thought so. She lifted the scarf, went around behind me and tied it tightly but not too tightly over my eyes.

As Grace tied the blindfold around my eyes, my nervousness went up another level. What was she thinking of me for doing this, really? A few hours earlier we hadn't even met, and now I was standing in a country road in the middle of the night, naked, while my friends showed off to her and her friends how much power they had over me. What, really, was making me do this? Why wasn't I just flatly refusing to do it? Was I scared of being a 'spoilsport'?

Being a spoilsport had never bothered me before. I'm not very competitive and I play games without enthusiasm, and I don't hesitate to stop playing whenever I get bored.

But this was different. Something was compelling me to go along. Maybe because it was the first time in my life that anyone had ever told me I was doing something that needed courage.

I felt the rain falling lightly on my skin as Grace efficiently tied the knot, and then she patted me on the shoulder and murmured "You're all set," before I heard her footsteps receding.

"Hello?" I said nervously. I heard another set of footsteps approaching and then a hand took mine, a man's hand.

"Come on, gorgeous," said Chris cheerfully, and he tugged my hand.

I started to walk forward. It turned out to be nerve-wracking in the extreme, walking along a country road blindfolded; as we walked, it came to me that we were all a bit drunk and it was dark and there was a possibility that if a car came along, I might wander into its path. Great. The fear took away any lingering arousal I'd had from having to undress in front of the girls in the first place.

I could feel the others beginning to cluster around us, and that reassured me a bit; at least it made me feel slightly protected. But the sounds of their voices, and the conversation they were having, mortified me all over again.

"So, what exactly did you guys do?" Grace's voice, sounding curious and faintly amused.

"What," said Ray, "you want a blow-by-blow?"

"Oh I think so," said Grace drily, and there was a burst of laughter from the girls.

"Well," said Ray, "it was something we'd kind of talked about behind Alex's back but we didn't tell him, obviously. The first thing we did after her lost was, we made him strip."

"Naked?" A girl whose voice I didn't recognise.

"Oh yeah. And from the way he did it we realised that he really didn't mind doing it."

More laughter. "So then we upped the stakes when Chris suggested that Alex suck Danny's cock."

"Correction," said Danny. "That he ask if he could suck my cock." Whoops of laughter. I flushed crimson, feeling their eyes on my naked body as we walked along the dark road. I knew they wouldn't be able to see much, but they'd be able to see clearly that I was naked and blindfolded and having to rely utterly on trust that Chris wouldn't lead me off the road into a ditch, or let me fall on my face.

"So he asked," said the girl with the London accent.

"Yep," said Danny. "And I said yes. So he did." Chuckles from the girls.

"God," said the London girl fervently, "I'd have loved to see that."

"All in good time," said Chris cheerfully.

"Seriously?" said one of the guys -- Ray, I think.

"Oh yeah," said Chris. "I think we're more or less obliged to put on a bit of a performance back at the house."

"Is Alex okay with that?" asked Grace. My heart thumped in my chest.

"He doesn't have to be okay with it," said Ray. "He has to go along."

"I'm not sure I wanna watch it if he doesn't wanna do it," Grace drawled.

"He's okay with it," said Chris. "Aren't you?"

"Mm-hmm," I muttered.

God, so this wasn't the end of it.

I knew, deep down, that if we had opened up the subject of how I stood with regard to the guys, people would be curious. I hadn't quite bargained for this, though. I'd hoped on one level that I was done with being their bitch. But this was clearly going to be our most memorable night yet.

We kept walking.

"I have to say," said London girl, "of all of you, I'm glad you picked the cutest one to be your sex slave."

There were mock-offended cries from all the guys.

"He is, though," she said. "Come on. I mean, look at that arse."

Laughter from the girls. I hung my head, slightly, blushing at being verbally displayed like this.

"If I were a gay man," continued the London girl with a smile in her voice, "I'd totally tap that arse."

"Oh yeah," said another girl.

"Any time," said another one.

"Don't give him a big head," said Pete mildly.

"I'd rather give him another kind of head," said the London girl and cackled. Whoops of laughter from the girls. I was crimson with embarrassment and hung my blindfold head as I walked.

I was also starting to get cold. I shivered in the spring night.

"You okay?" said Grace's voice beside me.

"Yeah," I said.

"Can I take over?" she said.

"You want to lead him? Fine," said Chris, and he let go of my fingers and I heard him moving away.

"You look really cute but are you sure you're not cold?" she said.

"I am cold," I said, "but a dare is a dare."

"Don't get hypothermia on us."

"It's not all that far to the house."

"This is soo weird," she breathed. I nodded.

"So you're the youngest one?" she said.

"Yeah," I said. "Eighteen last month."

"I do think it's kind of awesome that you're going through with this," she said. "I

mean, it's fucked up, but it's also awesome."

"Even this isn't as weird as what we were doing last night," I said, feeling myself blush.

"I guess not," she said. There was a silence.

"You must think I'm a complete slut," I said quietly.

"Not at all," she said quickly, then added "well, yes, I mean, you kind of are one, but you're ethical with it. You took a challenge and you met it. To be honest . . ."

She gave a small, embarrassed laugh.

"I don't know why," she said softly, "but all the girls, we haven't known each other all that long, just one year, but perhaps cause I'm American and have my hair like this and dress like I do, they kind of assume that I'm . . . like, way experimental. Last year, I . . . let's see. Yeah, I have actually made out with all of them. Except Elaine, she's the English one."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah. I think they think of me as someone who'll just totally go to bed with anyone."

"Have you done anything besides make out with them?"

"Oh, I've slept with Lesley and with Jan and with Cat."

I couldn't help it; this morsel of knowledge sent a thrill through me and I felt the blood returning to my genitals.

"So now I'm kind of their pet slut, just like you're the guys' pet slut. The difference is that I didn't do all of them in one night." She laughed.

"So which of them is your girlfriend?"

"Pardon me?"

"You said you were here with your girlfriend." I shivered a little and Grace squeezed my hand. I was getting seriously cold.

"Oh, that would have been Jan, but I didn't mean, like . . . girlfriend. I meant, like,

'Hey girlfriend!' She's like my best friend but we're not a couple."

"Oh," I said.

"Yeah," Grace said, "I'm not, I'm not uni-directional, when it comes to who I sleep with. If you know what I mean."

"Oh," I said and shivered again, but this time not from the cold.

"Are we nearly there?" she said. "I'm just, because you do look cold, man. Oh, sorry, you can't tell where we are."

Then we heard calls from up ahead, and clearly we had finally arrived. Grace carefully guided me as I walked uncertainly forward into the void, holding out a hand in front of me, feeling the hedgerow brushing me as we turned into the footpath up to the house. I put one step in front of the other, blind, naked, trusting. I found that I had entered a curious state of passivity in which I felt ready to accept anything that might happen to me.

"Step here," said Grace, and I raised a foot and put it down on the step. She guided me up the steps and then I felt the light around the edge of the blindfold. The rain stopped falling and the sound changed; we had entered the house.

Somebody unlaced my shoes and took them off, and then a man's hand guided me forward and I was walking on soft, warm carpet. I heard the whoosh of the gas fire going on. I heard coats being taken off, bottles and cans being opened.

The sound of people settling themselves on furniture. I reached out a hand and could touch nothing; that meant that I wasn't standing in a corner. I must be in the middle of the room, the centre of attention once again.

"So here we are," said Chris. The room was silent. I could hear my own breathing, which was quite rapid. I heard the flick of a lighter going on; possibly Steve, unless one of the girls fancied a smoke.

There was a long silence.

"There he is," said Chris. "Alex. Our bitch. We can do what we want with him, short of, you know, pain and suffering. I believe he's up for it."

"Can we ask him?" said Grace.

"Alex," said Chris, "do the conditions still hold? Are you up for this?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"That's awesome," murmured one of the girls.

"I want to see one of you fuck him," said Elaine, the London girl. There was another silence.

"What?" she said. "Don't tell me that you're not thinking that."

"I totally was," Lesley admitted.

"Yeah," said another. "I vote for boy-on-boy sex, right here, right now."

I gasped, involuntarily. I was getting excited. And I knew it was showing.

"I think he's up for it," said Ray, and there was laughter.

"Who wants to go first?" said Chris. There was a silence. I was breathing heavily, half-aroused, feeling their eyes on my naked body, knowing what they wanted to see, knowing what they wanted the guys to do to me, knowing that it was almost certainly going to happen, and that it was up to me to participate in it as fully as I could.

I sensed that if I threw myself into this, it would only increase whatever respect they had for me. Especially Grace, the only one I was actively keen to impress. I opened my mouth and breathed through it, clenching my fists slightly.

"Fine," said Chris, "I'll go first," and before I had time to get used to the idea, I heard and then felt him come up behind me and bend me forward until first my thighs and then my naked cock and balls and belly and chest touched the surface of a table.

"Ohh!" I gasped. I heard a clink; Chris grabbing the butter dish. I grasped the table, turning my blindfolded face sideways, forcing myself to relax.

Chris wasn't exactly ceremonious. He smeared a big handful of butter between my damp and chilly ass cheeks, and then I felt his greasy finger pressing at my asshole.

"Ohh god!" I panted. There was a wordless moan from one of the girls.

Chris' finger penetrated me and I clenched my teeth, gasping "MmmMMMFFF!" as he began to loosen me up. I knew what he was going for; a quick fuck over the breakfast table, so that he could impress the girls and later cop off with whichever one of them was impressed by how bisexual he was.

I felt Chris's weight on my hips and his clothed body on my cold, naked body, and then he reached around me and tugged on my already stiff cock. "AaauuuUUHH!" I moaned. I made myself relax my asshole as much as I could, and his finger was working at me, loosening me.

I whimpered. Another one of the girls moaned. I wondered if any of them were touching themselves, or if they were letting the guys do it.

"Oooh," I moaned, "oooh, oooh, oooh . . ." as Chris gradually loosened me, and then he pulled his finger out and I felt his cock pressing at my tight hole.

"Oh. My. God," muttered one of the girls.

"Oh please!" I gasped.

"What is it, Alex?" he said in a tight voice.

"Please . . ." I sobbed, feeling the piercing humiliation of being bent, naked, over a table, and about to be sodomised by another guy in the presence of a group of girls who were strangers to me.

"Say it," he said. "You know what we all want to hear."

"Please, Chris," I moaned, "fuck me . . ."

He grunted and pushed, and blindfold as I was I shut my eyes tight and grimaced as he pierced me, and as I felt his warm, thick member splitting my anus and sliding into me, I released my tension with a choked "Shhh-hh-h --- uuUUNH! Oh, Christ!"

"So fucking hot," murmured one girl, as Chris plugged himself into me and began to fuck me with evident enjoyment, his breath coming harshly as he pulled himself in and out of my receptive ass. In truth, I was entering a space where the onlookers seemed a long way away; the only truth I really knew or needed at that moment was Chris' cock up my arse and his hand on my own cock. Everything else seemed of secondary importance.

My nude body shook as he pumped me, and my legs felt weak as I submitted utterly to him, meekly allowing him to fuck me in order to impress a half dozen girls we'd never even met before that night. It was all I could do. Once he began to bugger me, I could hardly form a coherent thought, I was so desperate to cum.

Sure enough, as Chris' pumping became more vigorous, my moans got louder until my body was being pummelled by desire and submission. I managed to put off my own orgasm until I felt him gasping as he pushed himself in to the base of his cock, and then I lowered my head to the breakfast table and moaned thickly as I felt his semen flooding into my rectum. I let myself go and my own cock in his tight first spurted ropes of cum over the carpet beneath the table.

I heard a low moaning coming from one of the girls as Chris gasped, coming down from his orgasm, and I lay there breathless as he gingerly pulled out of me.

I was thoroughly satisfied, but as quickly became clear, others weren't. Almost as soon as Chris had pulled out of me, another hand pulled on mine and I was pulled upright, whimpering in faint protest.

I was made to turn and stumble forward, and then I was pushed on my knees, and then down on my belly. I lay on the carpet, face down, and then I felt a fully-clothed figure mounting my hips and another cock pushing at my by now loose, moist asshole.

"Oohhhh," I gasped, "n-no . . .", but whoever it was was insatiable, and I made another, louder moan, inarticulate but protesting, as a second cock pressed against my asshole and the tip split me and went in.

This time around I was far less aroused, having just cum, but I knew better than to try and defend myself. From the sound of the rasping breath, I recognised Steve; no surprises there, then.

Steve grasped my shoulders and lay on top of me and buggered me, and I sprawled prone and nude beneath him, whimpering as he did so. Nevertheless, I found myself getting turned on, not so much from the friction of Steve's long cock unceremoniously crammed into my asshole, as from the sheer humiliation of being shoved on the floor and all but raped before the other's eyes.

I could hear various muffled fumblings and moanings and the part of me that wasn't dizzy with sexual humiliation was wondering desperately whether or not Grace was part of all that. If one of the other guys had scored with her, I would be furious, and yet I hardly had the right to complain, seeing as I'd willingly yielded my body to do what they wanted with. The price I paid for being the group's sissy boi was that I could hardly insist that I got a girl too.

But I really wanted her. I thought of her smiling, half-Japanese face, her peachlike complexion; her weird cropped haircut; her cool, droll humour; the way she'd been the only one to show me any sympathy on my naked walk home; the dark cleft of her cleavage in that outfit she'd been wearing. I found myself wondering what she'd look like naked. The thought of it was arousing me again. I recalled that before all this had started, it had been girl's asses and girl's bodies and girl's faces that I was obsessed by, not the feel of a cock in my arse.

I squirmed and whimpered as Steve efficiently deposited his cum inside me, and then he got off me and I was left prone and sticky and naked on the floor. I made to raise myself up, but then a pair of hands raised me up and I was made to kneel, and then a third cock was pushed between my lips.

Obediently I sucked and kissed and sipped and pulled my tongue along it, kneeling naked and blindfolded before whoever it was, feeling a hand on my cropped head keeping me in position. From time to time the cock almost touched my gag reflex and I'd jerk my head backwards and moan loudly, then I would kneel and keep still as the cock's owner held my head and fucked my face. I breathed steadily and whimpered at this latest humiliation, and I heard less fumblings and moans from the other occupants of the room. Probably some of them had gone off to bed with their selected girls, Chris and Steve at least having 'proven' their manhood by fucking me.

The cock in my mouth went faster and I drooled as I sucked on it, urging its owner to climax, and the breathing became a series of ragged moans -- I recognised Danny's voice, finally -- and then, the scarf was quickly pulled off my eyes and I only had time to blink in the unaccustomed dim light of the room before Danny pulled his cock out of my mouth and came, copiously, all over my eyes and face.

I choked and coughed as some of it went in my mouth, then I just knelt there, still and submissive, as he splashed the last spurts over my closed eyes.

Then he let go of me, and I knelt in the middle of the floor, quite still, panting, my ribcage rising and falling, my eyes shut, my face covered in cum, feeling it drip off my chin into my lap, and leak out of my buttery, slippery ass.

I knelt, there, naked and submissive, for a long time, waiting to see who wanted to take me next.

Then a female voice said "I think they're done."

It was Grace's. I reached up and carefully wiped my eyes and blinked, looking around. Sure enough, the room, which a few minutes before must have been full of about twelve people, now contained just Grace and myself.

She was sitting on a chair holding a glass of beer, looking at me with that odd look.

"Jesus," she breathed. "Look at you."




A Month in the Heart... Ch. 03



I flushed and stood up on slightly wobbly legs. She got up, putting her drink down, and came towards me.

"You okay?" she said.

"I'm okay," I muttered. "Yeah."

"Let's get you cleaned up," she said, and she guided me over to the sink. We used damp kitchen towel and handwash to clean me off, and then she went off to a dark corner and came back with a plastic shopping bag.

"Here you go," she said, handing it to me with an apologetic look. Inside were my clothes.

"Hardly seems worth putting them on now," I said.

"I don't see how the evening could possibly get any more awkward," she agreed, "but let's not be totally uncivilised."

I smiled at her, and she smiled back and turned around to give me a modicum of privacy as I got dressed.

When I was clothed again, and had got a bottle of beer from the fridge, we sat at either end of the sofa.

She raised her beer. "Cheers," she said.

"Cheers," I said, and we clinked. My mouth was dry. It was one of the most welcome beers I'd ever had.

"Well," she said, "okay, the elephant in the room. How was that for you?" I had to laugh, a little, but I felt tired.

"Good," I admitted, "to begin with. With Chris. Less so as it went on."

"Yeah," she said, "with Chris, he was the first one? Right. That was one of the hottest

things I've ever seen."

"Really?" I said.

"Oh yeah. Cause you were obviously so hot for it. As it went on it all got a bit too much like . . . wrestling, or something."

"That was pretty much what it was like," I admitted. "Last night was better."

"It's because we were here," she said. "Last night you were the only girl in the house."

"Yeah," I said.

"You make a great sub," she said. "That's rare. Are you like that with girls?"

I hesitated.

"To be honest?" I said at last, and waited. Grace stared at me, puzzled, then her mouth dropped open and she widened her eyes.

"Oh my god," she said. "Never?"

"Never," I admitted, blushing.

She sat back and stared at me for a long moment, then as if she'd decided something, she put her beer down.

"Come here," she said.

"What for?" I said.

"Just come here," she said.

I put down my own beer and crawled over to her end of the sofa. She looked at me, and then she took my face in her hands and pulled me down on top of her and kissed me on the lips.

We closed our eyes.

It was the most memorable kiss of my life. I felt my whole body flare back to life, my nerves thrilling with it, and when her hard little tongue pushed between my lips I gave up and sank down onto her body and we embraced on the sofa, kissing.

I don't know how long it lasted. She was making small noises into my mouth and I was purring into hers, and her hands were on my body and going up inside my shirt and sliding into the seat of my jeans and caressing my bare ass inside them. I wanted to do the same to her, but it was awkward because she was underneath me. But Grace's soft, smooth body beneath mine was all I wanted at that moment, even though we were both fully clothed.

After an age of kissing and nuzzling and hugging, we disengaged and looked at each other.

"You're weird," she murmured. "I like you."

"I like you," I said.

"You should have said sooner," she said. "If we'd kissed back in the bar, I seriously doubt they'd have tried to pull that stunt with you on the road."

"But then you'd have missed the sight of me having my brains fucked out," I said.

"True," she said. "It was so hot, Alex."

I blushed and smiled.

"How long are you in town for?" I said.

"Three more weeks," she said.

"Same as us, then."

"Yeah."

We smiled at each other and kissed again.

"You know what we need to do?" she said, disengaging her mouth from mine. "Take a shower."

My heart leaped. Not just my heart. I couldn't help grinning.

"Now?" I said. "Both of us?"

"Of course," she said. "You think I'm gonna go to bed with you when you're covered in three other guy's cum? We need to clean you off."

We got off the sofa and ran upstairs to my room, where we left our beers; then we tiptoed along the corridor, stifling laughs at the sounds of all the coitus occurring in other rooms, and we locked ourselves in the bathroom.

We stripped off, Grace leaving her glasses neatly folded on her clothes, and we got under the shower together, and as the water poured over us, she put her tattooed arms around my neck and pulled me to her and we kissed, our naked bodies at last coming together, her small round breasts against my chest, our bellies touching, my cock pressed against her natural, untrimmed pussy. I was entranced by her body, the first girl's body I had seen naked since ever. She had firm breasts, not too big; broad hips, a plump ass and a very slight belly that I thought was adorable.

"You're my first naked girl," I breathed into her ear, as the water streamed over us. She giggled.

"You're the first guy I've kissed who I've seen get fucked by another guy," she retorted. I laughed.

I wanted us to have sex in the shower, but she smilingly refused and we washed each other instead, she taking a special pleasure in humiliatingly ensuring that my asshole was clean; then dried each other off with the one towel, and gathering up our clothes we scurried naked down the corridor back to my room.

We dumped our stuff on a chair, fell into bed and folded our bodies together.

We kissed and rolled around each other's bodies, our hands and fingers and mouths touching each other everywhere, and I couldn't believe that after the sex-fest of the previous 48 hours, I was now naked and in bed with a beautiful girl for the first time in my life. My only regret was that having had so much sex so recently, I barely had the stamina to perform.

But I had it. Grace put her hand on my stiff cock and I started to move to enter her, but she smiled down at me.

"Easy, speedo," she said. "I'm not one of your friends. We do this properly."

"Sorry," I gasped. "Yes. In the table next to the bed."

She opened it and found a condom, ripping the packet open and sliding it down over my cock with impressive speed. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her body was so smooth; somehow it managed to be simultaneously curved and angular, from her small round breasts down the sides of her torso to the curve of her ass and the dark cleft between her thighs. The snake tattoo rippled up her right arm and over her bare shoulder. She smiled down at me, squinting.

"Are you down there?"

"I'm down here," I said. "I can't believe you're up there."

"I can't see a thing without my glasses," she confessed. "You're a cute pink blur."

"That's the nicest thing anyone's said to me," I gasped, as she pulled on my stiff, condom-sheathed cock and got astride me; then, looking down at me and smiling, she positioned herself above me and carefully directed my cock up against her damp crotch.

I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt myself entering her, the sweet tightness of her pussy enveloping me, everything I had hoped it would be, better than that, even. She gasped as she sank down to the base of my cock and I lifted my hips, and she leaned down and kissed me.

For the second time that week, I lost my virginity.

Grace and I moved our hips against each other's, she showing me breathlessly how to put pressure on her clit, and I held her bare ass with my hands as we fucked, kissing each other's faces, drinking each other in, she astride me, me flat on my back. As we got more and more aroused she panted louder and louder, closing her eyes and burying her face in my neck, and we held each other tight as I gasped and felt myself cumming, and kept going, until I felt her body giving little convulsive shakes and she made high gasping sounds, and then at last she raised herself up, her eyes closed, her smooth face dim in the low light, and she opened her lips and shut her eyes tight and grimaced.

"Aaa-aa-aaaa-aAAAAAHHHH!" she moaned, as she came, and then sank on top of me.

Then came the lovely aftermath, with us lying entwined in each other, she with her

head on my shoulder, peaceful, warm and satisfied; a guy and a girl, naked in a bed in the night in the middle of nowhere.

"So," she murmured. "Want to hang out?"

"Yes," I laughed quietly and stroked her fuzzy scalp.

"I assume this means that your arrangement with your friends is, like, over," she said. "Now that you've all, like, hooked up with people."

"Oh yeah," I said. "I mean, we came down here to get laid by girls. I was just a substitute."

"Shame," she said half-jokingly. "It was hot while it lasted."

"It was," I admitted.

"Never mind," Grace murmured, snuggling into the crook of my arm. "We probably

only have three weeks. I don't know if I feel like sharing you with anyone."

"Don't worry," I said, feeling myself drifting off. "I'm sure it's all off now."

Dear reader, what can I tell you.

Grace and I were very, very wrong. 



A Month in the Heart... Ch. 04



A Month in the Heart of the Country Chapter 4

We woke late the next morning, or rather I did, to find Grace sleeping next to me. I spent a long time staring at her smooth face, which looked very serious when she was asleep, and it was only when I decided that she wasn't going to wake up for a while that I closed my eyes, whereupon I heard her murmur "Hey, speedo."

I opened my eyes again and she was smiling at me. We kissed, our bodies coming together again, and we rolled together a little, playing with each other like young animals.

"I'd totally do you now," she said after a while, "except that I'm starving. Any chance of some breakfast in this house?"

"There should be," I said. "I suppose we'd better face the hordes."

I blushed, thinking about what I'd done the previous night, and Grace put a calming hand on my shoulder.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "Well, okay, that's dumb, I'm sure you must be embarrassed. Easy enough for me to say. But don't let it wreck the rest of your holiday."

"I'll try not to," I said, and smiled at her. "How did you get to be so cool?"

"I'm just made of awesome, speedo," she said. "That and I have like, four older sisters and one younger

brother."

We got up and dressed a little shyly, facing away from each other, then when we were clothed she retreated to the bathroom to put some makeup on and I sat on the bed, fiddling with my phone, thinking about the extraordinary day-and-a-half I'd had. Two evenings ago I'd been a shy virgin; now I'd had sex with several guys, some of them up to three times, and just once with a girl.

Of all these, being with Grace had been the most satisfying. Apart from the fact that she was a girl, and I liked girls, I liked her, and fancied her, and wanted to do nice things for her. On top of which she was smart, funny and kind. Being with the guys had been . . . about finding out that I wasn't disgusted or turned off by being with guys. In fact, I could be aroused by it. But I felt no special connection to Chris, or to Danny or Ray, the way I felt to Grace.

The one of the guys who I did have feelings for was Pete, because of his gentleness, and the affectionate way he'd fucked me, but I had to admit that I was a long way off fancying him. If I were placed in a room with Grace and Pete and told to chat one of them up, I'd have gone for Grace.

I wondered if I'd be able to get into the same university as her. I'd have to look into it.

She came back into the room, smiling at me.

"It's weirdly quiet," she said. "I think everyone's gone."

"Strange," I said.

We went down to the living room to find that the remains of many breakfasts were left on the table.

"Ew," she said, wrinkling her nose at the spectacle of egg-stained plates and cutlery. "Don't they clean up after themselves?"

"I think they expect me to," I said. "After the other night I was appointed the maid."

"Well, fuck that," she said. "They can fucking clean up their own shit. Things have changed around here. I can't see any clean knives, can you?"

"Nope," I said. "Looks like that's all of them."

"Let's go out to breakfast," she said. "There's a cafe in the town. They might even have okay coffee."

"I seriously doubt that," I said, smiling, "but, good idea."

Well, I'm not going to bore you with what a lovely day we had, because it's boring to hear about how happy you can be to just be walking around with somebody else that you're falling in love with. We found a cafe that served late breakfasts and we had a delicious vegetarian fry, and the coffee wasn't completely terrible.

Then we walked it off with a long walk, arm in arm, down to the river and then down onto the beach, walking for miles, just talking and laughing and occasionally stopping to lie down and kiss.

"Can I ask a delicate question?" Grace said at one point, as we were leaving the beach and going up a long winding road that would take us eventually back to the town. She was sucking on a Chupa Chup that we'd bought in a shop on the Main Street.

"Sure."

"It was a hell of a way to lose your virginity," she said, blushing slightly. "I mean . . . to be fucked by a guy."

"Yep," I said, blushing back.

"What was it like?"

I thought for a while.

"I mean . . . I enjoyed it," I said at last. "It felt so intimate. Not to mention dirty. It did make me feel kind of tarty, and I'd never had anyone make me feel like that. I'd never had anyone look at me with lust, y'know?"

"Did it hurt?"

"No, not really, not after the first bit. It hurt going in, but once it was in, it was . . . god, it's so hard to describe. I just felt . . . it was like imagining what it would feel like to be a girl."

"Except it's your ass, and not your vag," she said sardonically.

"Well, yeah. Why? Have you never . . ."

"God, no," she said, blushing, and laughed. "I mean, I'm curious, that's why I'm asking. I've had offers, but

I've never had the nerve."

I nodded.

"Would you do it again?" she said.

"I might," I said, "if someone asked me very very nicely. Why? Are you offering?"

She stuck her lollipop into her mouth and sucked on it, staring at me, and then laughed.

"Is that even a thing?" I said, laughing incredulously.

"Sure," she said. "Not that I've ever done it. But I'd do it to you, honey."

"We might have to negotiate about that," I said. "I'm not sure I'd want to if I couldn't . . . you know."

"What?"

"If I'm gonna, why not you too?" I said, shrugging.

"Oh, really," she said, raising her eyebrows. She fell silent and we walked on for a bit. I cursed myself for

putting my foot in it.

"Sorry," I said.

"Oh, never mind," she said, squeezing my arm. "We'll see. We just met. I shouldn't even have asked you."

By the time we got back to the town we were footsore, and it was getting on for four in the afternoon. We went to the pub for a sandwich, debated having a drink and decided against it.

Then we squared ourselves, and headed back to the house.

By the time we got in, it was five, and the others were all sitting around the kitchen table.

They all looked up at us as we entered.

"Hey there," said Grace casually.

"Hi," said Chris brightly. "We've been waiting for you."

"Have you," I said, taking off my jacket.

"Yep," he said. "We've been waiting quite a while now, actually."

"Well, you shouldn't have all gone out. We were sleeping."

"Don't worry about the washing up," he said. "We took care of it."

"How very kind," I said. Chris appeared to miss the sarcasm in my voice.

"So what's up?" said Grace brightly, walking over to the table and looking at everyone. I realised that Pete wasn't there.

"Where's Pete?"

"Oh, he had to go back to Dublin," said Chris. "Some shit with his brother or something."

"He's gone?"

"Yeah."

"For good?"

"He didn't say. I assume."

I didn't like this. Pete was a civilising influence among us, and there was something about the expectant way they were looking at us that disturbed me.

Elaine broke the silence.

"So," she said flatly, "are you two . . ."

"Yeah," said Grace, casually taking my hand and squeezing it.

There was a silence. Chris looked at the others.

"Right," he said. "Right. That's gonna make things a little bit awkward."

I was in no doubt now.

"Why?" I said quietly.

"Because of our arrangement," said Chris, as if it were obvious.

"Chris," I said, "I think we're done with that now, aren't we?"

"What makes you think so?" he said.

"We liked it," said Elaine.

I was startled. I looked at Grace's friends; three of them were looking at us, clearly displeased; Lesley was staring at the table, Elaine looked frankly pissed off, and the other one, a tall, handsome girl with short red hair and glasses, was sitting with folded arms, back from the table, slightly apart from the others, staring at nothing.

"I . . . would have thought," I said carefully, "that now that we've all met people of the opposite sex that we like, the other stuff is over with."

"Just because you too are all lovey-dovey, doesn't mean the rest of us are," said Elaine, staring at me crossly. She was very pretty, but I really didn't like her all that much.

"I thought we all coupled up last night," said Grace.

"Most of us did," said Elaine. "Not all."

"But, Elaine," said Grace, "you gotta admit, this whole sex slave thing is kinda gonna get in the way of people being, you know. Intimate with each other. Jan, am I right?"

The red-haired girl glanced at Grace, shrugged slightly and nodded, conceding the reasonableness of this.

"Doesn't have to," said Chris.

I glanced at him and saw that he kept looking to Elaine for approval. I began to get an idea of what was going on.

"One of the things that we all found attractive about you lot," said Elaine, "was that you were so bloody experimental. And now it seems you're just all about boy-girl. Don't be so boring."

"Speak for yourself, Elaine," Grace said reasonably.

"Don't pretend you weren't turned on," Elaine said to her.

"Sure I was," she said, "but . . . god, I mean it's one thing to be turned on by the sight of two guys getting it on, but it's different when you get together with one of them afterwards."

"Why?" said Elaine.

"Because it is!" said Grace. "Come on! It's just normal not to want to share the person you're sleeping with, with anyone else!"

"Does he feel the same way?" said Elaine, indicating me.

"His name's Alex," said Grace.

"Yup," I said.

"Man," Chris said, shaking his head and laughing. "You are so whipped."

"I just don't see why we can't be more flexible, that's all," said Elaine. "We're young and we should play

around a bit."

"Sorry," I said to her, and turned to Chris. "Chris, are you saying that because I agree with Grace that I don't have to be the willing sex slave for the whole fuckin' house, then that makes me 'whipped'?"

"No," said Chris, but he looked caught out.

"Do you realise how fucked up that is?" I said.

"Okay, fine," he said.

"It's not fine," said Elaine. "I dunno about you lot, but the attraction for me was that we were gonna be experimental."

"You be as experimental as you want," said Grace, "and he and I will be experimental with each other."

"But I wanna experiment with him," said Elaine, and three of the other girls nodded. "Or watch them experiment with him."

"Come on," said Chris to Grace wheedlingly. "What say we go a little crazy? Huh?"

"What the fuck is this?" said Grace, annoyed. "'Grace is a Stuck-Up Prude Day'? Where are you getting off

with that?"

Chris looked puzzled. Jan glanced sourly at Elaine.

"Jan," said Grace, "what do you think of all this?"

"I think it's a bunch of crap, Gracie," said Jan. She, too, sounded American.

"So wait," I said, "exactly how many people want us to go on just like before last night?"

Chris and Elaine put up their hands, followed by Danny, Ray, Steve and the three girls whose names I didn't know. Lesley looked uncomfortable. Jan, Grace and I kept our hands down.

"I think it's worth talking about," Lesley mumbled. I looked at Grace. She was staring at her friends, her face a cold mask.

I realised that if I buckled and went along with it, she would never forgive me.

"Sorry, guys, but we're free agents," I said. "It was fun, but you're gonna have to get over it."

There was a silence.

Chris broke it by standing up. "Alex," he said, "can I talk to you outside for a minute?"

I shrugged.

"Sure."

He and I went out through the kitchen to the back garden. Chris looked at the ground and scratched his head.

"See, it's a bit difficult," he said. "The girls are only interested in hanging out if we do more stuff with you."

"Well, sorry," I said, "but I don't have to do anything I don't want to do."

"Of course not," he said. "Of course not. But there are, um. Complications."

"What sort of complications?"

"This is all coming from Elaine," he said. "You can see yourself, she's a hottie but she's a bit of a bee-atch. And what it amounts to . . . okay, we were all agreed that whatever we did around here, stayed down here, yeah?"

"Yeah," I said, a cold feeling creeping over me.

"Well, of course, we'd never break that," he said, "me and the guys wouldn't. But the girls aren't exactly bound by that. And Elaine has, like . . . some pictures."

"You're fucking kidding me," I said, my stomach turning over.

"Not just of you. Of me and Ray and Danny, too. And I've seen them, Alex, and it's not like there's any disguising who's in them. Or what's goin' down. So . . ."

He blew out his cheeks and stared off into the middle distance.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I muttered. The idea of pictures of me being fucked by other guys and sucking another guy's cock, being circulated by someone who didn't like me . . . I was all up for experimentation as long as it was in private. But no way was I prepared to come out to the whole world as bisexual -- not like

that, anyway.

"So we're in a position," he said. "She has us by the balls, man. So what I'm asking . . . look, Grace is great, I'm chuffed you two have found each other. But can you not talk to her? Just make her okay with it. It's only for a couple of weeks, and at the end of it we'll have her take the pictures off her phone. It doesn't mean that you two aren't gonna have a good time."

"Three weeks," I reminded him. My mouth was dry. I didn't like the idea of having to talk Grace around to anything. Also, I was angered to feel myself being coerced. This was fucked up. The sensible thing to would have been to walk away -- except that Elaine could out me and the other guys with a push of a button.

"She has us over a barrel, man," said Chris dejectedly. I felt perversely sorry for him, even though I knew he was still keen to go on with the arrangement.

"I'll talk to her," I said. "I can't guarantee anything."

"Good man," he said, and to my surprise he gave me a brief hug, and we went in.

I signalled to Grace from just inside the kitchen, and as Chris sat down, she came out to join me.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Chris says that Elaine has photos on her phone of what happened last night, and if we don't go along, she's gonna send them to people."

Grace's jaw dropped.

"That fucking cunt," she breathed.

"Does that sound like something Elaine would do?"

"Unfortunately, yes," she said, and she put a hand on her hip and another on her forehead and turned aside and went "Fuuuuuuck."

"This person is your friend how?" I said.

"She's a friend of Lesley's," Grace said. "She's also got money. She's a spoiled fucking brat and this is exactly the kind of shit she likes to pull. See, this is why I never made out with her. I just don't fucking like her."

"And just going home isn't really an option," I added.

"Because she'll spread the love," Grace said. "Fucking genius. Jesus, you know, so far, you are the only good thing about this trip."

My heart gave a little bump at this. She sighed, turned to me, put her arms around me and embraced me.

"I don't wanna have to share," she whined. "It's not fair."

"Yeah," I said. "I don't want to either, but . . . as you said last night, I mean . . . it could be kind of awesome. Sort of."

"Could be," she muttered. "But won't be. This is how people get hurt."

She was right, I thought. It was ridiculous to suppose that Grace wouldn't get jealous. Our budding romance was doomed almost before it had got started.

"Yeah," I said, "it's not fair to expect you to just sit back and watch all that."

"No," she mumbled, then she paused, and looked up at me.

"That's it," she said, looking suddenly excited.

"What?"

"Why should I have to sit back?" she said. "Why should you get to be the only one?"

It took me a moment to realise what she meant, and when I understood, I shook my head no, horrified.

"Oh Jesus," she said, half-to-herself, as if realising the implications of what she was saying. "Yeah. No, Alex. I'll do it on condition that you don't have to do it by yourself."

"But, you . . ."

"Not necessarily me," she said. "We could draw straws, or . . . no! Fuck it! We'll play poker, like you guys did! Loser gets to pay the ultimate forfeit! Come on, don't tell me your friends wouldn't be into that!"

"They would," I admitted, "but does that mean I'll have to sit back and watch you?"

"No," she said. "If we have a rule that both slaves have to serve at the same time. Anyway, I might not win. It could be Elaine."

"Would she go for that?"

"If the others pressure her," she said. "And anyway, she'll be gambling that it'll be me. Let's do it, come on, before I change my mind. Oh god, this is sooo fucked."

She laughed hollowly, and I grabbed her, and we kissed.

"If they do go for it," I said, "I hope it is you and I hope it isn't you."

"Me too," she said, and we kissed again, and went inside.

Re-entering the kitchen, Grace walked up to the table, folded her arms and stared at Elaine.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "You want to be experimental. Fine. Let's be experimental."

Elaine started to smile, but then Grace held up a hand.

"We're fine with continuing the arrangement," she said, "but only on one condition."

"What's that," said Elaine flatly.

"We're gonna have a little poker game," Grace said. "Just the women."

The three girls looked at her in horror. Lesley went pale. Jan smirked. Elaine, too, went pale, staring at Grace with an expression I couldn't read.

"No prizes for the winner," Grace went on. "But the biggest loser has to have the same status as Alex. And whenever Alex is being our bitch, so is the loser. For as long as it's going on."

"Oh no," said one of the three girls.

"No," said another one. They were practically hugging themselves in fear.

"Jan doesn't have to do it," Grace went on, implacable, "because she didn't want to continue the arrangement

in the first place."

"Oh no," said Jan mildly, "I'll play. It's only fair."

"I'm not playing," said one of the girls, standing up. "I'll get the next bus home. I'm not being anyone's fucking sex slave."

"Grace," said Lesley wearily, "come on . . ."

"No, no," said Grace, staring at Elaine. "That's fair. Otherwise we're all going the fuck home, right?"

"No," said Chris, looking panicky, "you can't go, come on!"

"Shut up, Chris, sorry," said Grace, "this is a girl thing."

"I won't do it," said the third girl, standing up and putting on her jacket.

"Looks like we don't have the stomach for it," said Grace, shrugging and smiling at Elaine.

"Wait," said Elaine calmly. There was a silence. She looked at the other girls, and at the rest of us, and then looked back at Grace.

"No need for everyone to go home," she said. "Yeah. I'll play poker. But just you and me. Head to head. If you win, fine. You can do whatever you want to me. If I win, you're gonna be our bitch, just like Alex. Deal?"

Grace flushed. To a certain extent her bluff had been called, and I saw her jaw working as she considered it.

"Deal," she said.

The three girls sat down again, and I sensed the massive excitement of the guys at this new turn. One of the two young women -- either small, pretty, English, foul-mouthed Elaine, or crop-headed, glasses-wearing, tattooed, San Franciscan Grace -- was soon going to be joining me as the group's sex slave.

I was an agony of nerves. On one level I wanted it to be Elaine, so she could be punished for her greediness; I was fairly sure she would't like being made to service five women and five guys. But it was lonely, being the one who the others treated as a sex toy, and the only person who could have made it not lonely was Grace, except that I didn't like the idea of her having to submit to all the others. I wanted her for myself.




A Month in the Heart... Ch. 04



Chris got the cards, the same pair we'd used on the night I'd become the slave, and shuffled them several times. We agreed on a best of three matches: Texas Hold 'Em, the only kind of poker we all knew, from watching it on the TV.

The first game took five minutes. I sat next to Grace and saw that she had a useless three and a Jack. She bluffed confidently, but with the flop and the turn she got nothing, and although she kept raising, Elaine kept raising too. Eventually the river came: a seven. Elaine called and Grace folded. One to Elaine.

The second game took longer. We allowed them limitless time to think, and Elaine took a lot of time. This time Grace had two sixes, not great but a lot better than nothing. She was careful to pass, playing completely oppositely than she had in previous hands. Then, when the river came, it was a third six.

"All in," said Grace, pushing all her chips into the middle. Elaine just looked disgusted and tossed her cards face down.

"Fold," she muttered.

Evens. The last game would decide it. As Chris shuffled, Grace looked up at Elaine suddenly.

"Let's do this later," she said. Elaine looked confused.

"What? Why?"

Grace pushed her chair back and stretched and raised her hands helplessly.

"Because it's six o'clock," she said, "and we haven't eaten, and no-one's gonna feel like being anyone's slave at six in the evening. Let's just do this tonight, when we've had food and a few drinks and we really feel like getting frisky, you know? Cause I haven't got the stomach right now for getting down and dirty with anyone. Even you, honey, sorry," she added to me with an apologetic smile, squeezing my hand.

Chris was about to object, but to my surprise Elaine sat up, looking positively grateful.

"God, yeah," she said. "Great idea. I don't want to do it now either. I think I'm gonna have to get quite pissed before we do this."

"Okay," said Grace. She threw her cards on the table stood up, and after a moment, to my surprise, she held out her arms.

"Friends?" she said. Elaine rolled her eyes but came around the table, and they embraced -- not exactly a huge, warming hug, but a relaxation of the tension that had been in the room since we'd got home. Grace disengaged first and she gave Elaine's shoulder a friendly squeeze.

We all broke up into smaller groups. Grace and I went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Lesley, Chris and Ray went out to get more wine. Elaine vanished somewhere.

"Well, this is weird," I said as I chopped up onions. Grace leaned against the kitchen counter, sipping Diet Coke.

"Yup," she said. "And it's gonna get weirder."

"Do you think you'll be able to handle it?"

"I hope so," she said, looking thoughtful. "The question is will Elaine be able to handle it."

"What do you mean?"

She looked around to make sure nobody was there.

"Okay," she said carefully, "I didn't want to say this in front of the others. And I know it sounds like I think I'm just . . . whatever. But Elaine is basically in love with me."

I stopped chopping and squinted at her, blinking the onion tears from my eyes. The vague blur that was her nodded.

"That's why I've never fooled around with her," she said. "I don't need that kind of complication."

"Complication," I said, smiling.

"You're not a complication," she said, coming up to me and stroking my arm. "I mean, imagine being in a relationship with Elaine! All that whining, all the bad temper. I mean, she's cute and all, but I just didn't want to give her any ideas. So now, if she's suddenly everyone's bitch . . ."

She rubbed her face and sighed.

"Either way, it's gonna be weird," she said.

"It certainly is," I said, and picked up a piece of kitchen towel to wipe my eyes with. Underneath it was something small and oblong and black. I stared at it.

"Whose phone is that?" I said. Grace glanced at it, and then looked again, and looked at me.

"It's Elaine's," she said softly.

We looked at each other.

"All her pictures are on that," I said.

She picked it up and pressed a button. A pin number screen came up.

"Fuck," she said. "She's locked it."

We looked at each other again. We were both aware that she could come in at any minute.

"You don't think she's already uploaded them to iCloud, or whatever?" I said.

"No," said Grace. "I've never heard of her using that stuff. She's not exactly tech-minded."

She bit her lip and looked at me. I glanced around.

There was a huge pot of water boiling on the stove for the pasta. I indicated it with my head.

Grace hesitated.

"What?" I said. She stared at the phone in her hand.

"Alex," she said, "do you believe in honour?"

I knew what she meant. She looked up at me, and we locked eyes for a moment. I sensed that I was being tested.

I knew how to answer.

"Yeah," I said resignedly.

"Me too," she said, and put the phone down on the table.

Grace stared at the phone on the table, then shot me a look. I wiped my eyes.

"Don't cry," she said, grinning.

"It's the onions," I said, but I was still oddly moved. She came up to me and put her arms around me from behind and kissed my shoulder.

"It's nice to know you're a man of honour," she said. "I know. It would have been so easy. Oh well."

She disengaged from me and leaned over the chopping board scattered with fragmented onions.

"Mmmm," she said, "that's good onion." She bent over it and sniffed, then looked up at me, still grinning, her eyes streaming.

"Ow," she said. "That was fucking stupid."

I made us all a giant pot of pasta with sauce, and then we sat around drinking wine and reading and nibbling

nuts and garlic bread while it matured. At one point I went into the kitchen with a dirty plate and saw that

Elaine's phone was where Grace had left it, on the table.

I was so tempted to just drop it on the stone floor of the kitchen, but I knew Grace would know that I'd done it. Instead I washed the plate in the sink and checked the seasoning of the sauce.

As I did so, Elaine entered the kitchen behind me, wandered over to the table, picked up her phone and put it in her bag. I watched her reflection in the darkened kitchen window.

"Are you gonna make any more garlic bread, Alex?" she said in her rather loud, London voice.

"Sorry," I said truthfully. "We've used it all up."

"Oh," she said. "Shame." She paused and looked at the floor for a moment, then looked up brightly.

"Looking forward to tonight?" she said.

"Kind of," I said, blushing.

"It's gonna be me or her," she said, smirking. "Who do you hope it is?"

"I think it's a win-win situation either way," I said. She laughed and walked out again.

Over dinner, I noticed a peculiar thawing of the coldness between Grace and Elaine. They were almost . . . flirtatious, in a snarky way. Grace offered Elaine the wine bottle and Elaine said "Thanks, gorgeous."

"I figured that unless we get you drunk, you'll never take your clothes off," said Grace.

"That's very true," said Elaine, "I never take my clothes off in public, and I'm not gonna start tonight."

"If you lose the game, you have to," said Lesley.

"I'm not gonna lose," said Elaine smugly. "I feel lucky."

"So do I," said Grace, sitting down and sipping her wine.

"You may feel lucky," said Elaine. "Doesn't mean you are."

And so the meal progressed until we were all well fed and our inhibitions were thoroughly loosened. Everybody knew that the time was coming when someone was going to have to propose that they play the last hand. But nobody particularly wanted to be the one. I was sitting next to Grace, and she was stroking my thigh under the table, and I saw a glance pass between her and Elaine; more specifically, I saw Elaine stare at Grace until she caught her eye, and I saw Grace look back at her, and a small, almost apologetic half-smile twitch at Elaine's mouth.

Grace made an imperceptible nod, and Elaine nodded back. Then Elaine put her hands flat on the table.

"All right," she said loudly, "let's do this. Before I change my mind."

We cleared the table, and everyone recharged their glasses, and Ray lit a cigarette, as did one of the three girls whose name I couldn't remember. Chris brought out a new pack of cards, which he stripped of its plastic wrap, dumped on the table, swirled around and shuffled very thoroughly.

Then he dealt the two cards each to Grace and Elaine.

"No limit Texas Hold 'Em," he said quietly. "The score is one hand each. This hand decides."

"What are we betting on, exactly," said Grace. "Can't really bet if we have no chips."

"Clothes," said Elaine. "An article of whatever you're wearing is a chip."

Grace looked at her, steadily, through her glasses. The atmosphere in the room was electric.

"You're on," she said softly. Now we knew it; at the end of this hand, assuming that they took it as far as it could go, one of the girls would have to strip. It was just a question of who.

Grace glanced quickly at her cards -- I didn't have time to see what they were. She bet a boot. Elaine looked at hers, paused, and met the bet. Grace raised another boot. Elaine met that too.

The flop came. A seven of hearts. Grace stared at it for a long moment.

"Raise you pants," she said.

"You mean, jeans," said Elaine, who was wearing a pair.

"The outer garments of your lower half," said Grace with exaggerated precision. Elaine met it.

"Raise you your top," she said.

Grace nodded.

I noticed, then, that Elaine was perspiring. Maybe it was the wine she'd drunk, maybe it was just the tension, but her forehead was shiny and her cheeks were flushed.

She glanced down at her cards, glanced up at Grace and made a kind of twisting motion with her mouth, as if she were chewing her own cheek.

Fuck, I thought, that's Elaine's tell.

She has a bad hand. Grace could win this.

The turn came. A four of clubs. Grace was motionless and expressionless. Elaine had a drink of wine and

coughed slightly.

I was now beginning to think that Elaine was in a seriously bad position. I hadn't seen Grace's hand, but she was playing with such confidence that I knew she had to be doing well.

"Bra," said Grace quietly. Elaine glanced at her and nodded quickly.

Chris turned over the last card, the river.

It was a Jack of Clubs.

We all sat looking at the table for a long moment.

Grace lifted up her cards and looked at them again, and this time I glanced down and saw them before she put them down again. I think she wanted me to.

I was stunned. She had a seven of diamonds and a four of diamonds; two pairs. Given the other cards on the table, there was almost no chance that Elaine could possibly beat her. The chances that Elaine had anything better were minute.

Elaine had another drink of wine, looked at her cards again, cleared her throat. Her face was flushed and shiny and a lock of her dark hair was hanging down.

Elaine lifted her head and stared at Grace, pale and nervous. Grace sat quite still and stared back, impassive.

The silence was unbearable.

Finally, Elaine cleared her throat again and said hoarsely "Well?"

"Well, what?" said Grace.

"It's your turn," said Elaine, her nerves clearly jangling. All of us were riveted. I turned my head slightly and looked at Grace, who stared back at Elaine, her lips pressed tightly together.

Grace reached under the table and gave my leg a squeeze.

"Fold," she muttered.

The shock around the table was palpable. The others were shocked because Grace, so implacable, had been obviously bluffing.

I was shocked because I knew she hadn't been. She had thrown the game, made herself lose.

She was going to have to give up her clothes and join me.

Elaine's jaw dropped and then she just let the air rush out of her in a gasp and her head drop on the table. There were cheers from the guys and the other girls, except Jan, who was smiling slightly but who looked sceptical.

Elaine sat up, smirking triumphantly.

"All right," she said. "You accept the forfeit?"

"I accept the forfeit," said Grace. I reached under the table and took her hand and squeezed it. I knew what she was giving up.

"You have to do whatever we want?"

"I have to do whatever you want."

"Starting with taking off all your clothes?"

"Starting with taking off all my clothes," Grace said, and she blushed and covered her eyes for a moment, before springing to her feet.

"Okay," she said. "Come on."

"Stand out there," said Elaine, pointing at the place on the carpet where I had stood the nights before, "and strip."

Grace walked over to the place, to whoops and cheers from the others, and she reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Then, in jeans and black bra, she removed her boots and tossed them aside; then she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them down over her hips.

Then she turned her back on us, reached behind herself and unclipped her bra, throwing it into the corner, and then reached down and slowly slid her dark green panties down over her hips, exposing her beautiful, plump ass. She straightened up, nude; stepped out of the panties, threw them aside, then turned around, one arm covering her nipples, the other hand over her groin, blushing and smiling despite herself, her glasses being the only thing she was still wearing.

"What about Alex?" said one of the girls.

"In a minute," said Elaine. "I just want to enjoy this a bit longer."

Elaine couldn't take her eyes off Grace, who stood there naked and self-conscious, blushing.

"Hands down," said Elaine quietly.

Grace glanced at me. One thing I had learned about stripping off in front of my friends was that the only way to do it was to commit yourself to it. If you let yourself be shy, if you gave in to the feeling that it would all be over soon and or that it wasn't happening, it was too embarrassing to bear.

I locked eyes with her and tried to project as much love and confidence as I could. She reached up, resettled her glasses on her nose, dropped her arms and put her hands on her hips, relaxing one leg slightly. She was brazen.

Immediately, I felt less nervous for her. I knew what she was feeling, I knew how much this was costing her, but I was pretty sure she could go through with it.

"Nice," said Elaine. "Turn around so we can see you."

Grace raised her hands over head and put them together and twirled, slowly, her body glowing in the low light.

"You okay?" I said.

"I'm okay," she said a little hoarsely, and cleared her throat.

I looked at the other guys. They were all staring at her: I didn't want to call her 'my girlfriend' considering we had only just hooked up, but she and I had formed a connection that she didn't have with anyone else.

And now she was standing naked before us, trying to conceal how nervous she was, obliged to do whatever we asked her.

"About this forfeit," Grace said softly.

"Yeah," said Chris. He had clearly appointed himself the master of all forfeits. I wondered would he ever have to pay one himself.

"By 'I have to do whatever you want', I take that to mean that I have to consider any suggestion," she said. "It doesn't mean I have to let you do whatever you want to me."

"Doesn't it?" said Elaine innocently.

"Elaine," said Jan, scowling. "Come on."

"Well, the cards are in Elaine's hands," said Chris. "She's the one who won."

We all looked at Elaine, who looked smug at wielding such power, and then tossed her head.

"Of course," she said. "We're not gonna do anything illegal."

"Also," said Grace, "there's a bit of an imbalance here. One girl against eleven boys and girls, as opposed to

one guy against five guys."

"It's Alex's turn to strip," said Lesley.

"Just a bit longer," said Elaine. "Alex got naked yesterday."

Elaine got up and walked slowly over to Grace, who watched her approach, expressionless. Elaine was a good half a head head shorter than Grace, and on reaching her she looked up at her, smiling.

"Kiss me," she said.

Grace looked at her, leaned down and kissed Elaine gently on the lips.

"Uh-uh," said Elaine. "Kiss me like you mean it."

She put her hands boldly on Grace's naked hips and stroked her, pulling Grace to her. Grace made a small gasp of surprise, and I saw her eyes widen.

Elaine pulled Grace's naked hips into her own clothed body -- she wore a loose white shirt over a black t-shirt and tight, faded jeans. She reached up, putting an arm around Grace's neck and the other arm around Grace's waist, and fastened her mouth on Grace's, closing her eyes.

"Mmmm!" went Grace, then after a moment she closed her eyes too and stuck her hands in the back pockets of Elaine's jeans.

The clothed girl and the naked girl stood in an embrace, kissing, Elaine making little purrs of pleasure. It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen and I felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted to be up there too.

The others were watching, the guys completely agog, the girls with some interest, Jan with a sidelong look and a sceptical smile.

I don't know how long they kissed for in total, because I only started counting the seconds after some time, but I counted to nearly two hundred, so it was well over three minutes before Elaine broke away, a thread of saliva stringing itself between her lower lip and Grace's. Grace looked breathless and a little dizzy.

"Can I see how wet you are?" Elaine murmured.

"Y-yeah," Grace gasped.

Elaine reached down with one hand and touched between the tops of Grace's thighs.

"Oooo," she said. "You are. This is gonna be fun." She brought her fingers up, looked Grace in the eye, and licked her fingertips, tasting Grace's juices.

I glanced at the others. Chris was sitting, keeping his eyes on the two young women standing out on the hearthrug, Elaine still fully dressed, Grace naked and by now clearly aroused; despite what she'd said, Elaine didn't seem to be having any problem handling her own attraction to Grace. If anything, it was Grace who seemed to be aroused by her. Lesley was watching both of them, her eyes shining with excitement, her lips slightly parted to reveal her large white teeth.

"Okay," said Elaine, turning to me and smiling. "Now. You."

I got up and, keeping my eyes on Grace, I took off my t-shirt, then kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my socks. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, and lastly I eased my boxer shorts down over my hips and off. The others were silent. Naked, I joined Elaine and Grace on the carpet.

Elaine smiled at me.

"Only one rule," she said. "The two of you cannot touch, at any time."

This got a low laugh from Chris. Grace glanced sidelong at Elaine -- a look of sheer dislike, I'd have called it. It was beautifully sadistic, all right. The two sex slaves of the house were naked together on a carpet, and we couldn't touch each other.

"I want you to watch," said Grace, "while someone does him."

Grace stiffened. I looked around and saw Chris coming over, a tube of something in his hand. It was all moving fast. He reached me, and the first thing he did was grab me exactly as Elaine had taken Grace, and kiss me, pulling my naked body into his clothed one.

His tongue entered my mouth. The intimacy and humiliation of being naked around a whole bunch of people who were clothed was having its effect on me. I closed my eyes and moaned, muffled my Chris' mouth fastened onto mine, and I felt my cock swell against his trouser leg.

Then he was dragging me me to the floor. He made me lie on my back and he lay on top of me, kissing me, his hands all over my naked body, giving free rein to his own lust for me. I felt like a woman in the missionary position. I moaned and squirmed under him and I heard Elaine murmur encouragement.

"There he is," she cooed to Grace, "your new boyfriend, letting a guy do that to him. He's a bit of a sissy, isn't he? Letting a guy lie on top of him and do that to him. Is he like that in bed with you?"




A Month in the Heart... Ch. 04



"No," said Grace softly.

"Oh," said Elaine. "I was wondering. I bet you've thought of being the guy with him, haven't you? Have you

thought of fucking him?"

"Yes . . ." said Grace. I listened, my eyes closed, Chris on top of me. I moaned at the thought of Grace taking me, riding me. Using me the way the guys used me.

"I think he likes that," said Elaine. "He definitely likes being with guys. You sure he's not gay?"

"No," said Grace. "But I know he likes me."

It was true. I was getting aroused by Chris lying on me, his hands all over me, but the truth was, I was wishing that it was Grace that was doing it.

I opened my eyes and saw Elaine, standing behind Grace, who was looking down at Chris and me on the floor. I locked my eyes on Grace's, and saw the tension and humiliation and longing in her face; she too was wishing that we weren't bound by this stupid code of honour and idiotic forfeit game, which obliged us to be the passive sex objects of the others. But we were obliged, we did feel that we couldn't just walk away.

And then I saw Elaine, behind Grace, putting her arms around the girl I was starting to think of as my girlfriend, one hand stroking Grace's right breast, the other going down between Grace's thighs and touching her sex. Grace gasped and her naked body shuddered in Elaine's arms. Elaine lifted her face and kissed Grace's cheek and as Elaine's fingers began to stroke and move around in Grace's pubic hair, Grace made a low moan and shut her eyes and turned her face to kiss Elaine back.

I couldn't watch for a moment and I shut my eyes, and then I felt Chris getting off me for a moment and lifting my legs up above my head.

"Ohhh, fuck," Grace breathed. I knew what was coming and I bit my lip, and sure enough, I felt Chris lubing me up.

"You like that?" Elaine said. "You like seeing your boy being used, Gracie? You like seeing him be a little bitch for his friends?"

Grace whimpered. I opened my eyes and saw Chris looking down at me, and then abruptly he rolled me onto my belly and before I had time to protest he mounted my bare ass and I felt his cock pushing between my buttocks.

"Oh, god," I gasped, and I flailed ineffectually and then shut my eyes and moaned as I felt Chris's cock tip pressing at my asshole. He leaned down and put his arm around my neck and pulled my head up, forcing me to watch as Elaine fastened her mouth on Grace's and, her hand working at Grace's pussy, forced Grace down on her back on the carpet near us, lying between Grace's bare legs and masturbating her as she kissed her and stroked Grace's bare breasts. Grace lay beneath Elaine, her eyes tight shut, whimpering in helpless protest as Elaine forced her to arousal, her naked body tensing and squirming beneath Elaine's clothed body.

Then Chris entered me, forcing my asshole to open and sliding his length into my rectum, and I gasped and let out the air between my teeth, and panted, humiliated. Chris and Elaine were using Grace and me, showing the others that they could dominate us, that we were willing to allow ourselves to be their obedient fuck-puppets.

Grace's right hand was outstretched towards me and Elaine noticed. She unfastened her mouth from Grace's and squeezed between Grace's legs. Grace whimpered.

"No touching," said Elaine sharply.

"Oh, please . . ." Grace gasped.

"What, honey?" said Elaine. "You want to get lovey-dovey with your boyfriend? I don't think so."

"Oh, Elaine," Grace panted. "Fuck . . ."

"You thought you were too good for me, didn't you?" said Elaine. "You were happy enough to play around with the others, but not me. You don't know what you were missing, Gracie."

"Aaahhhh!" Grace moaned, and I opened my eyes, panting as Chris fucked my ass, to see Elaine pushing more fingers into Grace's pussy. Grace parted her legs, her eyes shut, and arched her back, receiving Elaine just as I was receiving Chris.

I glanced at the others. They were watching, silent, as Chris and Elaine fucked Grace and I on the carpet before them. Grace let out a strangled moan as Elaine teased and massaged her pussy, sliding half her hand inside her. Then Elaine looked up at Chris.

"Give me the lube," she said matter-of-factly. Chris picked it up from the floor and tossed it to her. Elaine got up, leaving Grace limp and naked on the floor, and walked over to her bag.

Grace started to sit up, but Elaine returned quickly and pushed her back down and rolled Grace onto her belly.

"Wait," said Grace, "what are you . . .", then she shut her eyes and gave a low moan as her bare buttocks were parted by Elaine's lubed hand. Elaine lubed Grace up and Grace hung her head, docile and obedient.

Then Elaine played her trump card.

"Wanna swap?" she said to Chris, smiling wickedly.

"Fuck, yeah," said Chris, and he pulled out of me, and changed places with Elaine.

It happened very quickly. Grace had barely time to open her mouth in protest before Chris mounted her beautiful tight behind and began to ease himself between her buttocks. I watched as Grace opened her eyes and mouth wide in shock, as Chris held her down and positioned himself over her buttocks, and then before she had time to form the words, she shut her eyes and grimaced and I knew he was penetrating her.

Elaine simply knelt astride me and as I watched Chris beginning to bugger Grace. I was helpless to do anything. Elaine leaned her weight on my bare back, pushing my naked body into the carpet, and, ignoring my whimpers, slid her vibrator between my slippery buttocks.

"Ohhhhh! Oh god . . ." I moaned.

"Oh, fuck!" Grace gasped, as Chris pushed into her. My heart ached for her; I had done this before, but this was new to her, submitting to the others; exposing her body, letting them use her in public, offering up herself for their pleasure. And it was especially humiliating that she had gone straight from being touched and pleasured by someone she knew well, to being abruptly and without ceremony fucked up her arse by someone she barely knew at all.

***

When Elaine said "Wanna swap?" I understood just how much she both wanted and disliked me. I had known for a long time that she had a thing for me, ever since she'd betrayed her fascination with the idea that I'd been to bed with Lesley and Jan. I knew that she saw me as this exotic creature, a strange, alien, Asian-American harpy who'd seduced her friends. She resented me, both for being a total dork compared to her, but also for being somebody who unlike her had no problem admitting my feelings for other people and acting on them. I'd wanted to sleep with Jan from the moment I met her and on only our third meeting, at a party Elaine had been hosting, Jan and I had hooked up and rolled off giggling to her room, where we'd spent the night. We hadn't lasted long as an item, she had been looking for a long-term partner whereas I was too curious and flighty to settle down just like that, but we'd remained good friends. Whereas Elaine must have been wanting to sleep with Jan for years, ever since they'd met in high school, and had never been able to bring herself to do anything about it.

So that's why I understood why she handed me over to Chris, although I wasn't prepared for how ready he'd be to do what he did -- fuck a strange girl up her ass without even asking her if she minded. I had had anal sex before, just once, with a cute, feisty dyke who'd picked me up at a rave. I had never had a guy's cock in my ass, though. It felt full and brutal and humiliating, although I have to admit that Elaine had done a very thorough job of lubing me up, and of course Chris himself was already thoroughly lubed.

What really made it tough was having it done to me in front of the others. I could only deal with it by blotting it out and focusing on what was being done to me and to Alex. If I thought about it -- I'm lying on my belly in a strange house, naked, letting a young guy I don't know fuck my ass while the boy I like is having his own ass fucked three feet away -- the impulse to throw Chris off me and run from the house screaming NO NO YOU FUCKS NO was so strong that I could barely stand it.

I realised I'd been holding my breath and I gasped, feeling Chris's cock sliding in and out of me. It hurt, but not too much, not like I was being damaged. I was breathless and I opened my eyes and looked at Alex. He was lying prone, Elaine holding him down, his eyes shut as she pushed the vibrator in and out of him. Then she turned it on and he whimpered, "AaaAAAHH!" and shuddered, his slender pale body squirming beneath Elaine, who was still fully dressed; it was poignant and arousing to see him like this, a guy who was intelligent and funny and sensitive, being made to strip naked and submit to being sodomised by a girl who wasn't half as smart and kind and attractive as he was. Elaine was good-looking, but she wasn't attractive; she was too blunt, too direct, not interested enough in other people.

Chris's cock inside me wasn't exactly arousing me. I was aroused by the knowledge that I kept pushing to the edge of my consciousness, of what we were doing, of how far out we had gone, of letting these boys draw me into their weird game of sexual slavery just because I found one of them, their chosen victim, cute and funny and nice and sexy. And now my friends had made me join him. Which is why I was face down and naked and letting a strange boy bugger me in front of my friends and his.

As long as I didn't think about it too much, it made me wet. The wine helped. Chris's hands on my naked body helped, too; he reached under me and stroked me and I gulped and whimpered my shame and desire. And I could see that Alex, too, was getting aroused by Elaine fucking him, the more so because she was leaning down and whispering into his ear, and she had her fist on his cock, pulling him. Were they really going to make us both cum on the floor in front of the others, like this? Was I that much of a slut?

I didn't have a chance to think about it, because then Chris was pulling me up and I whimpered dazedly, and there was another figure in front of me, one of the boys, and he had his shirt off and was putting a condom on his cock.

"Oh god," I panted as he lay on his back, and Chris was out of me, and then they were pushing me down on the other guy, and I felt his cock entering my pussy. He reached up and stroked my breasts and I shut my eyes and gasped "Oh, please! God!", and I don't know if Chris thought I was talking to him, but then I felt him behind me and . . .

Yes. He was pushing at my ass, and I was trapped between them, and they clearly felt that all their porn clip fantasies had come true because with the guy below me, I think it was Ray, inside my pussy, Chris was easing himself once again into my asshole and I cried out "AaaaAAHHH!" as I felt myself penetrated in both holes, before and behind.

This had never happened to me before. I wasn't even sure I wanted it. "OOOH god!" I moaned. "Please, I . . . oh god . . ."

"Don't listen to her," said Elaine. "She has a forfeit to pay and she's gonna pay it."

"Elaine," said Jan, "come on, for fuck's sake."

"She hasn't said no," said Elaine.

"I don't think she wants it," said Jan.

"Then she should say so," said Elaine.

I felt the boys inside me slowing, as if uncertain. But it seemed pathetic to chicken out.

"I'm okay," I gasped, my eyes tight shut. "I'm okay."

"You hear that?" said Elaine. "Jan, you need to put your money where your mouth is. Get down here and help me with Alex."

"No thanks," said Jan.

"Lesley?" said Elaine.

"Sure," said Lesley, and I opened my eyes, panting as the boys fucked me, and watched as Lesley made her way to where Alex and Elaine were, shedding clothes as she went until when she got there, she was only in bra and panties. Lesley was a cutie: small, with a firm, compact body, curly blonde hair and full lips. We had had a good time together, one night. My only problem with her was that she was such good friends with Elaine.

"What do you want to do?" said Elaine, still teasing Alex's ass with the vibrator. Alex was gasping, clearly desperate to cum.

"I know," said Lesley, and she unselfconsciously slid off her panties and sat down with her bare thighs either side of Alex's head. Then she lifted his head and applied his face to her crotch.

Lesley gasped as Alex buried his face in her crotch, moaning, and her strong shoulders shuddered. I knew he was good at giving tongue and that Lesley loved receiving it. She hung her head back, closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"Ohhhh . . ." I whimpered as I felt the combined penises of Ray and Chris inside me rubbing at the wall between my vagina and rectum, and with the pressure of Ray's cock base on my clit I couldn't help it anymore and let out a sob as I came, closing my eyes again and hanging my head in shame.

***

My face buried in Lesley's pussy, I heard Grace cry "AAAAUUGGH!" and I managed to raise my face enough to glimpse her on her knees, Ray beneath her, Chris behind her, and I knew that they were both fucking her at the same time. Her body shook as they pummelled at her, her naked breasts quivering in the low light.

"Easy there, boy," said Lesley in her rough accent, and she thrust my face down into the moist tangle of her pubic bush, and as I pushed my tongue into her she gripped my head with her bare, pale thighs, and with Elaine's pressure of the humming vibrator in my ass, and her fist pulling on my stiff cock, I abjectly came, squirting my cum uselessly over my belly and the carpet.

"Oh, my," said Elaine in her dry voice. "There he goes. Poor little thing."

I gasped and pushed my face into Lesley's pussy to hide my shame, and she purred and breathed rapidly and panted as she made me bring her to orgasm. Lesley's thighs quivered as I felt her juices brimming over my mouth and nose, and she moaned "UUUuunnhh!" as she, too came.

And then I felt Lesley being pulled away from me, and I looked up to see Danny picking her up under her armpits and pulling her off. Lesley looked up, half-dazed and half-annoyed, and then her eyes widened as she saw Danny pushing his condom-sheathed cock between her lips. Elaine watched, smiling; it had clearly been her idea. Lesley shut her eyes and went "MMMMMFFF!" as Danny eased himself into her -- and then she raised her hand and waved it in vague protest before submitting, and Danny pushed Lesley's face into his crotch and began to fuck her mouth.

Lesley made a muffled, startled moan of protest, but she didn't resist as Danny leaned over and unclipped her bra, finally stripping her naked. Now Lesley, too, was naked, and seemed to have become another of the sex objects in the room; her willingness to let herself be pushed around by Elaine saw to that.

Elaine withdrew her vibrator from my ass, making me whimper as she did so, and I sprawled naked on my belly and watched, limp and wrung-out, as she took a packet of wipes from her pocket and carefully wiped the vibrator down, her eyes fixed on naked Lesley, who was sitting on the floor determinedly sucking

Danny's cock. Elaine watched as Lesley let herself get more and more into sucking Danny. I watched Grace, the breath hissing between her teeth, as she submitted to Ray and Chris, and I wanted to intervene, but I sensed that it wasn't for me to do so.

Then I saw Elaine go forward and watch Lesley, who was sitting naked on the carpet, her full breasts jiggling as she serviced Danny with her mouth, and I saw Elaine circle Lesley, examining her, and then Elaine looked up at Danny, who moved backwards. Lesley instinctively followed him, getting from a sitting position to on her knees to on all fours.

And then I realised what Elaine meant to do. Sure enough, she moved behind Lesley and picked up Chris's lube and slapped a glistening handful of it onto her fingers, then she knelt behind Lesley and her hand moved up between Lesley's pert buttocks.

Lesley made a muffled moan of outrage, and started to pull her head away from Danny. But Danny held her there, holding her face over his crotch, and Lesley made another muffled scream of protest as Elaine, in her by now sweat-stained black t-shirt and jeans, positioned the vibrator between Lesley's buttocks, and leaned on it.

Lesley's firm little body quivered, and she made a third helpless, muffled scream of anger, as Elaine pushed the vibrator up against her. But then Lesley's screams became muffled yelps of "MMM! MMM! MMM!" as Elaine slowly, inexorably penetrated Lesley's arse with the vibrator, sodomising her best friend.

As Elaine pushed it in all the way, Lesley finally managed to pull her mouth off Danny's cock and, her face red and furious, she screamed "NO! Fuck, Elaine! NO!"

"Suck it up, honey," Elaine purred. "Nobody's here to help you."

I looked around and . . . it was true. The others had melted away, either too aroused by what was happening, or too repelled by it, but at any rate there were no more of the girls in the room, and the other guys had left too. The only ones engaged in this were Chris, Ray, Danny, me, Lesley, Elaine and Grace.

"Elaine," Lesley choked, "please, come on . . . oh God, you're in my ass . . ."

"Don't kid yourself, darling," said Elaine, and she clamped her hands over Lesley's eyes and pushed forward so that Lesley sprawled on her belly. Danny had to leap back. Elaine lay on Lesley's back, cooing into her ear and pumping Lesley's virgin arse with the vibrator, while Lesley squirmed and whimpered pitifully beneath her.

I knew what Elaine was saying to Lesley. She had said it to me. How I was so cute. How I was irresistible. How she couldn't resist taking me. How my ass was too perfect. Elaine's hands were all over Lesley's body, groping her tits, feeling between Lesley's naked thighs, and Lesley was clearly finding it hard to resist, in the climate of anything-goes fuck-anyone-half-willing that Elaine had built up. Lesley was sexy, all right, but she had clearly thought of herself as a sidekick and partner to Elaine. Not as Elaine's prey.

But now Lesley was learning how wrong she had been. I lay on my belly, panting heavily, watching Lesley lying nude and prone on the floor under her fully-clothed friend, listening to Elaine; Lesley's mouth hanging open, panting in disbelieving humiliation and desire, her eyes covered by Elaine's hands, while Elaine talked to her.

"Oh god, Les, you're so cute like that . . . do you know what you look like, lying there like that? You're my bitch, aren't you, Les? My little country girl slut. Your arse is so lovely and tight, I can feel you . . . "

"Oh, god, Elaine," Lesley whispered, her mouth twisted. "Please . . ."

"Hmmm," said Elaine, "I think . . . I think that you're not quite ready for me. No. You need to be softened up first."

Elaine looked at me.

"Alex," she said.

"M-me?" I said.

"Slave," she said. "Get over here."

Elaine pulled out of Lesley, who gasped with relief, and then whimpered as Elaine roughly rolled her onto her back. Lesley sprawled, nude, looking up at her friend and tormentor beseechingly. I got up on shaky legs and walked over to them.

Lesley looked at me. I knew how turned on she'd been by seeing me, first naked in public, then fucked in public. Then she'd eagerly joined in as one of my 'masters'. Now she was the object of Elaine's attentions and she looked scared and aroused and embarrassed. Her unfamiliar body was small and compact and tight, with firm breasts and pale skin. She lay on her back on the floor, her hands covering her breasts, looking up at us nervously.

"Alex," said Elaine, "you have to do whatever we want, right?"

"Yes," I said. Grace was still kneeling, being serviced by Chris and Ray, her body glistening with sweat, making low, humiliated moans.




A Month in the Heart...



"Gimme the butter," he muttered, and I heard footsteps. I opened my eyes and saw Steve leaning down with the butter dish in his hand. Chris took it from him and then I felt his fingers smearing the slippery, soft butter deep into the crack of my naked bum. His fingertips brushed against my tight, quivering anus. Now, I lost all doubt about what they wanted to do to me, or what Chris at any rate wanted to do to me, and I was scared. I craned my head over my shoulder and saw Chris taking his engorged cock out of his jeans and kneeling behind me.

"Oh god, no," I gasped, really not wanting him to do it, wanting to keep my dignity, my virginity, my masculinity. Was this really going to be my first experience of sex - to have my supposed friends strip me naked and use me like their sex doll? I started to get up on my hands and knees, but Danny went on his knees and grabbed my arms, holding me down. I looked up at him, terrified.

"No!" I begged him. "Please!" But then I felt Chris mounting my naked hips from behind. I was on my belly, reared up on my elbows, Danny holding me down on the floor. 

'Seriously, Alex,' Danny said quietly, 'it's gonna be a lot easier if you don't fight it.'

'I don't know if I want this,' I moaned, feeling shaky and scared. Chris paused behind me. 

'You said yes,' said Chris impatiently. Danny glanced at him sharply, and then looked at me, holding my hands gently.

'Okay,' he said softly, 'let's stop a second. We don't want to do anything to you that you don't want us to do. Right, guys?'

I stared at the carpet, feeling weepy and ashamed of myself; here I was, naked on my belly in front of my friends and I'd already begged one of them to use me, and now I was pulling out of it. I didn't want to let them down. But I was scared, most of all of what it meant about me that I was doing this.

'Of course we don't,' Chris said eventually, in a quiet voice. 'Listen, Alex, it's okay. We thought you wanted to go there.'

'What are you scared of?' Danny asked me. 'Tell us.'

I was quiet for a long time, listening to myself, trying to figure it out.

'I'm scared it'll hurt,' I finally admitted. 'I don't want to get injured.'

'It doesn't have to hurt,' said Danny. 'We've got shitloads of lube. It doesn't have to hurt at all.'

'You promise?' I asked, looking up at him. He nodded.

'It might sting a bit,' he said. 'But the more you relax, the less it'll sting. We just...we just thought you were so fucking hot that we wanted you.'

'Seriously, Alex,' said Chris, 'you're so fucking cute.'

'Seriously hot,' agreed Peter.

'Since when?' I asked, the pleasure of being flattered overcoming for a moment my pride and dignity.

'Since whenever,' said Chris. 'Hardly anybody's 100% straight. Most of us don't ever get to act on it, though. We thought that since we're all here, it might be cool to try acting on it.'

'With me,' I said over my shoulder, but my fear was ebbing and the secret delight in being desired was starting to well up in me again.

'Of course you,' said Chris, and I felt his hands stroking my bare legs and I gave a little gasp.

'Ahh...why?'

'Why do you think, Alex?' said Peter, grinning. 'It's because you're the only one of us that we all fancy.'

Chris' legs moved up to my thighs and I was blushing like mad because the nearness of his hands to my bare ass was making me very aroused, once again, and I was excruciatingly, delectably ashamed that I could be so turned on by my male friends admitting that they fancied me.

'So you just thought you'd make me your girl for the week, is that it?' I said, breathing heavily, blushing and smiling despite myself.

'Sounds good to me,' admitted Peter.

'But I don't get to do the same to any of you?'

'Who knows what'll happen?' said Danny with a smile. 'But for now...is that something that you think you'd like to do?'

'What,' I said, glancing at them all and closing my eyes momentarily and moaning softly as Chris's hands massaged my slippery buttocks, then looking at them again, 'I just let you all use me as a girl all night?' I was actually squirming slightly with the pleasure and prospect of it, my body betraying what I wanted deep down, despite the tone of my words.

'It does look awfully like that's what you want, Alex,' said Danny softly.

'Oooohh,' I moaned and lowered my cropped head as Chris stroked my ass, pushing a finger between my buttocks, touching me more intimately than anyone had ever touched me. 'Ohhh god.'

'So that's you giving your consent, then?' said Danny.

I let Chris finger me for a few more moments, and then I felt a sense of peace flow through me as I accepted what was happening, accepted that what I wanted more than anything else was to let my friends use me however they wanted; to be a piece of meat for one night, an available sexy body for them to use as they wished, instead of just a guy among other guys, with all the game-playing and status and bullshit that guys did. 

'Yes,' I said, raising my head and shutting my eyes.

'Oh, Alex,' Chris gasped, 'you are so going to get fucked tonight.'

'Yes please,' I breathed. Danny held my hands. I felt Chris mounting me, his weight on me, and then the presence of his hot penis pushing between my warm, slippery buttocks, urging up towards my most secret and private place -

I squirmed. Danny gripped my hands tightly. 'Oh, fuck,' I gasped. Chris's cock tip was pressing at me, forcing my bum apart. I could feel him directing himself where he wanted to go. It was going to happen, he was going do it.

'God, that looks hot,' someone said.

'I'm gonna do it,' Chris grunted. He leaned his weight on my hips, then he reached up and clamped his hands over my eyes and hauled himself forward into me, his cock tip surging up into my anus, stabbing me.

'AAAAUUHH!' I squealed, because it did hurt -- it stung deeply. But then, I felt him splitting me and the shaft of his cock sliding up inside my rectum, penetrating me, violating me forever, taking my virginity. And it was suddenly different.

I screamed once again as Chris slid up into me and Danny murmured soothing reassurances into my ear, but I could do nothing, and the last ounce of resistance went out of me as the pressure of Chris's cock deep inside me made my own cock go rock hard and ache for relief. Because yes, I was aroused. It's not unusual for rape victims to experience orgasm during the assault, but I was not fighting it anymore, I was not experiencing it as rape. I moaned thickly, letting the huge wave of sensation flood through me, the piercingly painful and yet thick feeling of Chris's cock up my arse and his hands over my eyes making me wallow in my role as convenient piece of meat, pure flesh, just a hole for Chris to fuck so that he could get his rocks off. 

"How does that feel, Alex?" Chris gasped as he buggered me.

"Ohh-hh-hh..." I moaned. "Ohhh god...ohhh yessss..."

There were murmurs of approval and excitement from the others. 

"Oh god, Alex, that feels fucking great," Chris gasped as he pumped his hips into my naked rear, mounted on top of me as I lay on my belly on the carpet, naked underneath him. 

"Oh fuuuuck..." I whimpered. I was keeping my eyes closed because it was happening, the ultimate violation of me, I was naked and on my belly in front of the guys and one of them was using me like a girl, and I was not only not even trying to resist but I was getting off on it. A part of me was standing back from myself, amazed that I was finding this arousing, amazed that I was using the muscles in my rectum to milk Chris's cock, trying to urge him to come inside my arse, to fuck me up my bum, to use me in a way that I had never ever dreamed of being used.

"Oh, ummmfff, god, guys, oh please," I moaned as I squirmed helpless and naked beneath Chris, and although I partly meant it to beg them not to go too fast, to give me time to absorb what was happening to me, they seemed to take it as an invitation. Because the next thing I knew, a cock was pressing at my lips and I was obliged to let it into my mouth. Hands gripped the sides of my cropped head and my face was buried in a groin as whoever it was began to fuck my mouth. 

Now I was being fucked at each end I had no choice but to give in to what was happening to me. I had an image of myself as a naked, squirming boy being spit-roasted by two bigger, clothed young men and I found that I was weeping with arousal. My cock was stiff beneath me, pressed into the carpet. Whoever's cock was in my mouth was large and it was as much as I could do to keep it where I could manage it, licking and sucking on it deliriously as its owner pumped it into my face. "Mmm, mm, mm, mm, mm..." I moaned as my body was jolted and shaken by the fucking I was receiving at each end. 

The force of Chris's pole of muscle shoved up my anus was overwhelming, and I no longer had any strength to pretend that I was not deeply excited by what he was doing to me. I had got up that morning as a heterosexual teenager, but now, over twelve hours later, I was the naked bitch for a group of guys, their helpless cock-slave. 

Whoever was fucking my face made a repeated grunting noise, grasping his own prick and jerking on it, and he pulled it out of my mouth. I blinked and then moaned as his cock erupted cum over my face, the sticky white semen blinding me. He stuck his cock back in my mouth for the last of it and I licked it up and swallowed the unfamiliar salty white goo. I had tasted my own cum, experimentally. Swallowing somebody else's was quite different. 

I couldn't see but I guessed that it had been Danny whose cock I'd been sucking. The sight of him coming over my face must have put Chris over the edge, because he snorted and pushed hard into my arse, making me whimper with pain, and then I felt him coming deep inside me, his warm semen flooding into my rectum. He sagged as he did so, his weight and soft belly pressing onto my naked hips, and I moaned as I felt him deliver his final domination of me deep into my arse. Danny slipped out from in front of me and I lay face down on the carpet as Chris spurted the last of his cum in me, then he pulled out and stood up.

I lay prone, shaking, my eyes closed; naked and violated; breathless and scared; my body tingling with the ache and sensation of being buggered but also with the helpless satisfaction of orgasm. Because, as Chris had being coming inside me, I too had ejaculated, uselessly, over the carpet, for all the other guys to see. 

My anus was tingling and throbbing and aching. I felt sticky all over and the sweat was cooling on my naked body. I lay there for a second, recovering, but also letting them look at me, letting them see that I had accepted it, letting them take in the sight of me, naked and sweaty and sticky and fucked.

Then I reached up and wiped the sticky cum out of my eyes, and I knelt on the floor. Someone handed me a damp tissue and I wiped my face thoroughly, still breathing heavily, still nude, still ever so present as the boy who was being the bitch for all the other boys. When my eyes were clear, I opened them and looked at the others.

Chris was slumped in a chair, panting, sated, lighting a cigarette. Danny was likewise satisfied-looking, wiping his cock and sitting back in his chair and sipping his drink.

My own cock was now semi-erect and a thread of cum linked me to the carpet. I wiped it and wiped the carpet, too. I looked at the others, blushing, smiling.

'Who wants to go next?' I asked.

'You want to do it some more?' said Danny.

'Why not?' I said.

'We thought you'd just do maybe one of us,' said Ray.

'If I'm gonna be your girl for the night,' I said, 'I should take it seriously, shouldn't I?'

'Would you like to have me?' asked Steve quietly. I considered it, and smiled. I liked Steve.

'Sure,' I said.

'Then I think I'd like it if you maybe had a shower?' he said. 'I don't really want to smell Danny and Chris on you.'

'Okay,' I said and stood up. I could feel them watching me. I liked the feel of their gaze on me.

'I'm going to have a shower, now,' I said. 'I won't be long.'

I walked, naked, out of the living room, and up the stairs, aware of what I'd done, aware of what I was doing, knowing that I was consciously being their slut. My asshole was pulsing gently and I felt incredibly satisfied, and yet at the same time I wanted to see what would happen if I could seduce them all, get them all to fuck me. Now that there seemed to be no escape from my role on this trip as the piece of meat, the cute boi, I wanted to play it to the hilt and see how it suited me. I had felt tired and a little drunk; now I felt energised and scared and ready for anything.

I went to the bathroom and the first thing I did was sit on the toilet and shit. Then it occurred to me, as I was wiping my ass, that I might try to clean myself out a bit, if the other guys were planning on taking me.

Some rummaging around in the bathroom cabinets yielded a white box with a sticker on it saying 'enema kit'. 

I looked at it, considered the situation, and thought that either the guys had been very prepared, or else we just happened to have rather strange hosts. I filled the bag with warm, mildly soapy water, and squirted it inside myself until I felt full -- then, gasping, I shat the water into the toilet. I went a couple more times just to be safe, then I washed the kit out and stowed it away and got under the shower. I felt clean and purified and cleansed and ready for anything they wanted to do.

Only after a while did I become aware that two or three of them had entered in the room and talking quietly. I pulled back the curtain.

Steve, Ray and Pete were sitting, drinking, waiting for me. I was shampooing my cropped hair.

'You like to watch, then,' I said.

'We told you, Alex,' said Ray, grinning, 'you're the only one we all fancy.'

'Danny and Chris not up to it?' I asked, blinking water out of my eyes.

'They're totally done,' Pete said. 'They've gone to bed.'

'I've gotta say, Alex,' said Steve, 'respect to you for doing this.'

'Big time,' said Ray, and they all clinked glasses.

'You thought I wouldn't do it,' I said.

'Of course we did,' Steve said. 'I mean, yeah...we didn't think you were gay. I mean, I'm not even sure what that means. Are you gay?'

I stood naked under the water, feeling it running off my body, and thought about it for a moment.

'I don't know,' I said truthfully. 'I don't think so. I mean, I've never fancied a guy in my life. But yeah, I don't know quite what it means. I mean, I like...you guys fancying me. I like how it feels. I like that you find me sexy.'

'But if we went downstairs and there were six naked girls,' said Ray, 'would you want to fuck them or would you want us to fuck you?'

'I think I'd want us all to take pot luck,' I said, grinning.

'You're a perve, Alex,' said Pete sardonically.

'Maybe so,' I said, 'but you're the one watching me shower.'

'The reason I'm watching you shower,' he said, 'is that to me, you're a girl in a guy's body. I don't fancy you like I'd fancy a guy. I fancy you like I'd want a girl.'

I eyed him, and he winked at me. Pete was tall and rangy and athletic, as well as bigger and stronger than me. I wondered exactly what he had in mind for me.

But then I was clean, and I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. The guys stood up as I walked out of the bathroom and stood on the landing, blushing, smiling at them.

'So,' I said. 'Does someone want to go next?'

'Me,' said Steve. He grabbed my hand and pulled me along the corridor. I managed a smile over my shoulder at Pete and Ray, but then Steve had pulled me into his room. 

'Alex,' he said, 'I gotta admit, I'm just really, really horny. I'm desperate. I can't make with a lot of lovey-dovey stuff.'

'That's okay,' I said, shrugging. 'You just tell me what to do.'

'Take off your towel,' he said, 'and get on the bed on your hands and knees.'

I obediently dropped the towel and climbed naked onto the bed. Steve wasted no time. In a matter of seconds he was smearing lube over my ass and I was gasping and feeling myself starting to get hard again.

'Oh god,' I moaned.

'I'll be as gentle as I can,' he gasped, inserting a finger into me, loosening me up again, and I whimpered, and then he was quickly stripping to his boxers and getting up behind me and then I felt his cock tip pushing between my tight buttocks, and I shivered with anticipation, and then he pulled his finger out of me and pushed.

Steve's cock was long and narrow and I managed to let him in without too much pain. I gasped as he entered me and then I felt his long fullness filling my bowel as he began to ass-fuck me. It didn't take me long to respond and soon I was fully erect, kneeling before him submissively.

There was little affection or tenderness in it, just a certain unwillingness to hurt me. Steve just wanted to fuck, and I was the only convenient and willing hole. He gripped my hips and pumped into my ass for about three minutes while I whimpered and moaned, face down on the sheet before him, and then he was coming inside me and I let out a long 'Aaaaaaahuuuuhhhhh...' as I felt his semen fill my rectum.

'Oh god...' he gasped as he came, and then he pulled out of me and I sagged, burying my face in the sheet, feeling seriously used for the first time that night, especially as I hadn't come myself.

Steve wrapped himself in his sheet and muttered 'Thanks, Alex, you can go,' and then he laid his head on the pillow and began to breath regularly.

I felt a little shaky and weak. I got off the bed, feeling Steve's cum leaking out of my throbbing ass, and I gathered up my towel around myself and left his room.

I went down the landing and back into the bathroom, where I washed myself off once more. While I was doing so, I felt the door open and I looked up.

Ray was there, a glass of wine in his hand, his face flushed, smiling down at me.

'So Steve's been, has he?'

'He's not exactly a romantic,' I muttered. 

'He doesn't appreciate you like we do,' said Ray.

'I don't think any of you fucking realise,' I said, 'that I woke up this morning totally straight, and now I've been fucked twice up my ass and once in my mouth. It's...fuck, I mean...'

I stopped washing myself and sat for a moment, naked on the edge of the bath, resting my face in my hands.

Ray sat next to me and put his arm around me.

'It's because you're so, hot, Alex,' he murmured, and kissed the back of my neck. 'We can't contain ourselves.'

'It's a lot to take in,' I said quietly. Ray hugged me and kissed the back of my neck some more. Being told that I was attractive seemed to have a magical power to heal my doubts and resentments. Even as Ray told me I was cute, I felt my anger towards Steve melting away.

I sat up and looked at Ray. Even this situation was bizarre; there I was, the no-longer-virgin sex toy of the group, sitting naked next to Ray who was fully clothed, wondering what he wanted to do with me, quite prepared to let him do it.

'So what do you want with me?' I asked, feeling myself blush.

'I thought,' said Ray, 'we'd try something a little different. For one thing, I'm not totally crazy about this.'

He fingered the sparse hair on my chest and my groin. I looked at him with surprise.

'What were you thinking of doing about it?' I asked.

'Kneel,' he said to me, and I slid to the floor on my knees.

Ten minutes later I was kneeling on the bathroom floor, naked and docile; my face, chest, belly, groin, legs, back and buttocks completely obliterated under a coating of shaving foam, and Ray was methodically shaving me.

I felt his razor skimming my eyebrows. 'Please,' I gasped, 'be careful.'

'I'm being very careful,' he murmured. 'I just don't want any hair between you and me. But you want me to keep the eyebrows?'




A Month in the Heart...



'I don't want to look like a total alien,' I breathed.

'Pity,' he said. 'Okay.'

It took Ray about twenty minutes to shave off all my body hair except for my scalp and my eyebrows. I got on all fours, to give him better access to my ass, and he carefully and delicately shaved off the hairs in the crack of my bum. He lifted my penis and shaved my scrotum, and I sighed gently as he made my entire body smooth and clean. Then, when he was satisfied, he stood me up and put me under the showers yet again. 

I showered, and felt my body hair washing off me until I looked and felt like a slightly overgrown adolescent. My body looked alluringly pink and clean and naked without any hair. I also looked younger. I was slighter and slimmer than the others, and without any body hair I looked more like 15 than 18. I covered myself with a bathrobe.

Ray took me by the hand and pulled me downstairs to the living room. He tugged the bathrobe off me so that I was naked, then he made me kneel on the floor, and he grabbed his camera. He took some photos of me, and then he stood in front of me and jerked himself off until he came over my face. After he'd come, he stood for a moment, panting for breath, then he smeared his own cum into my face with his semi-erect penis before thrusting it into his shorts and walking away.

I knelt on the living room floor, naked, shaven, my face dripping with cum, and I felt ashamed. I groped for a tissue, found one and wiped my face. Then, when I could see, my eyes focused on Pete, the last one left, who was sitting watching me, a bottle of beer in one hand.

'How do you feel now?' he asked sardonically.

'Used,' I muttered. I sat in the nearest chair and folded my naked limbs around myself, to conceal my modesty. I didn't know why, it wasn't like Pete hadn't seen me naked. But I wanted to preserve some shred of my own innocence and dignity.

'I can see why,' he said at last.

'Did you all plan this?' I asked. I felt chilly. I got off the chair, reached for my robe and put it back on again.

'Fuck no,' he said, looking disturbed. 'We were hoping that we'd all cop off with the local girls. We didn't realise that there aren't any. It was Chris and Ray's idea that we use you instead. I'm sorry we sprung it on you.'

'Hey,' I said, glancing at him, 'you gave me a choice. Nobody forced me. You just gambled that I'd be horny enough.'

'It seems that you are,' he said.

'Yes,' I admitted. 'It looks like it. You must think I'm a total fucking slut for letting you do this to me.'

'Not at all,' Pete said. 'I think it's about the boldest thing I've ever seen. I think you're seriously cool for doing this.'

'Thanks,' I said with a slightly reluctant smile. 

'You know what I said earlier?' Pete said. 'About how I'd fancy you like I fancy a girl?'

'Yeah...' I said, curious.

'I mean,' he said carefully, 'that...ok, I fancy you. But I also like you, Alex. I want to...'

I watched him, sitting in my deep chair, my arms and legs folded around myself.

'I don't want to fuck you,' Pete said, his face drawn and anxious. 'I don't want to just use you for that. I want to see what it's like to make love to you.' Pete came towards me and stared at me, holding my hands.

'Then,' I said, 'you can do me a favour.'

'Anything,' he whispered.

'Take me to bed,' I breathed.

He grinned, scooped me up and carried me at least as far as the exit of the living room, when he had to let me go. We ran up to his room and when I was there, I shed my bathrobe and got into his bed.

Pete quickly undressed, looking down at me. I lay on my back, naked, smiling up at him.

'You're the first one to have the decency to take his clothes off,' I said.

'Men are such bastards,' said Pete, and he grinned as he got onto the bed and then lay on top of me, and for the first time I was naked with another person. Our cocks fitted together strangely and our bodies were lean -- mine skinny, his fairly well-built. He took my face in his hands and he kissed me.

I fell into the kiss, luxuriating in it, the first gesture of real affection I'd had all night, and I squirmed and moaned softly as he kissed me and ran his hands all over my body, reaching down and stroking me, touching my cock with his fingers and stroking my bare hips and ass and torso, caressing me. I was getting harder by the second. Pete put his tongue in my mouth and I moaned louder, receiving him, and then I just lay back and caressed his body and moaned as he made love to me, his kisses keeping my mouth moist and warm and his cock pushing between the tops of my thighs, my own stiff cock bouncing off my own belly, and he told me how cute I was and how they had all agreed that they wanted me and I secretly revelled in hearing it. He told me how he hadn't been sure about it until I was naked, and then he'd been turned on by my tight round ass and my cock and my slim body and my cute face, and he'd started to think that maybe I was just a girl in a boy's body, and I moaned with desire as he told me that he didn't think that my asshole was my asshole, he thought of it as my cunt, and how it was the place where he was going to feel the most pleasure and he wanted me to feel it there too; and then his slippery cock was pressing on my perineum until I disengaged from his kisses and rolled onto my belly, and I felt him slipping lube in between my by now oh-so-receptive but still tight buttocks, and then the hot, stiff pole of muscle was pushing up against my tight but willing anal muscle, and I buried my face in the pillow and let him inside me with barely a whimper. 

Pete mounted my hips and fucked me, slow, long and deeply, as I squirmed, pinioned and breathless and ecstatic beneath him. Spent as I was, piercingly and deliciously humiliated as I was, I submitted to him utterly, making high-pitched whimpers of pleasure as he forced his cock into my rectum -- 'Aauuhh...aauuhh...auuhh..aaah...aaahhh...oooh...oooh...oh, God, Pete, please...ooooh...'

'Cum for me, sweetie,' he muttered in my ear, 'cum for me, go on, be my girl, show me how much you like it, show me how you like feeling my cock in your cunt...'

If I weren't already turned on by Pete's comprehensive and powerful techniques of seduction, the fact that I suddenly felt Pete's long narrow cock pushing at my prostate was what made me moan incoherently, raise my hips and convulse as I came, copiously, over the bedsheet. Then I collapsed into the wet patch and just made a long, formless moan of pleasure as I felt Pete coming inside me.

The next thing I knew, it can only have been a couple of minutes later as a smiling, tired-looking Pete was shaking my shoulder.

'Come on, cutie,' he said, 'we need to get cleaned up and I'm changing this sheet. You can sleep with me.'

I smiled at him, weary and grateful, and we got off the bed and stripped the sheet off and replaced it before running naked into the bathroom and taking a quick shower together, washing off the lube and bodily fluids. Then he led me back into his room, grey light filtering through the curtains -- the clock said 04:47 -- before we collapsed into bed and I fell asleep with him spooning me from behind.

***

I don't remember my dreams. I woke up thirsty and aching, and for a wonderful moment I felt like it had all been a weird and embarrassing dream. 

And then I realised I was naked and a little chilly, and I was in Pete's bed, and it wasn't a dream. It had happened. We had got a bit drunk and I had let my so-called friends strip me nude and then fuck me.

I flushed crimson, hid my head under the pillow and moaned quietly. I would just have to go home today and trust that they would never mention this again. Ever. It was the only way. They had as much to lose by telling anyone about it as I did.

I looked out from under the pillow, cautiously. I saw a big glass of water and a couple of Nurofen, and a small piece of notepaper with my name on it. I sat up and drank deeply, then took the pills and chased them with water, and I unfolded the note.

It was in Pete's handwriting.

'Alex -

Hope you don't feel too bad about last night. The others wanted me to write something.

Yes, we are all pretty embarrassed about it. But we all had a good time. We hope you did too. You seemed to, mostly. I know I did. 

It seems to us that there are three things we can do:

1. Be totally open about it, now and after we get back. We don't suppose you want to do that anymore than we do.

2. Pretend it never happened. Tricky but possible. It's up to you.

3. Keep it among ourselves and more or less continue on for the rest of the holiday like we are now -- i.e. you are still subject to the conditions of the bet. Then it all ends when the holiday ends, or else we can set up a safe word if you want to end it before then. But we found last night really exciting and if you're still up for it we want to continue with it -- and we see no reason why anybody else ever need know about it, unless you want them to. It's just between us guys. We are having fun as long as you are.

Let's talk about it. In the light of day we are agreed that it's your call. We loved having you and we'd like to do it again, but only if you say yes.

Come downstairs, we're having brunch.

X Pete'

I stared at it and re-read it and thought, finishing the water while I did so.

On the one hand, I had let myself be talked into a situation where I was the more-or-less willing butt-boy for a group of rich kids who were bigger and stronger than me.

On the other hand, I had mostly enjoyed it. I had liked the attention, I had liked the compliments but most importantly I had liked, or at any rate hadn't disliked, the completely unfamiliar but overwhelming sensation of allowing four guys to put their penises up my bum. I had never, ever considered it before as something that I'd enjoy, but it had turned out to be powerfully erotic and in at least one case, a source of genuine pleasure. Okay, and a fifth one had merely come in my face, which I'd experienced as mainly icky and demeaning.

I didn't fancy any of them, with the possible exceptions of Pete, and that was mainly because he'd been nice to me, and Chris, because he'd been the one so obviously in lust with me. 

I didn't feel like I was gay. I had never fancied men. But I did like being lusted after, and I had liked the sexual contact. 

I was on holiday. I might never get to do this again. At the very least, I might learn something. And I had the power: I was the one that they fancied. As long as they fancied me, I might be able to get them to do what I liked.

I got out of bed and slipped down the landing, naked, into my own room, where I got dressed in briefs and jeans and a t-shirt. I glanced out the window. It was nearly midday, the sky was grey and rainy. I didn't bother to put on socks but padded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

They were all sitting around the table. The smell of bacon was in the air and the table was littered with greasy plates. They looked at me. Pete and Chris grinned. The others played it cool. I looked back at them.

'Hi,' I said.

'Hi,' said Pete. 'Did you get a chance to read the note?'

'Yeah,' I said, and went to the kettle and refilled it and turned it on. I waited till I heard it start to roar quietly, then I fetched a mug and put a teabag in it.

'Well?' said Chris.

'Let's get one thing clear,' I said, turning and looking at them. 'I didn't do anything last night that I didn't want to do.'

They were silent.

'And all I'm saying,' I added, 'is that I didn't do anything last night that I wouldn't be willing to do again.' I blushed and smiled, and the guys smiled back. 

'Glad to hear it,' said Chris.

'Why?' I said. 

'We were just talking about things we'd like to do,' said Chris casually.

'You mean things you'd like to do to me?' I said.

'Well, yeah,' he grinned.

'Go on,' I said.

'Maybe we could go on the internet later and find some things that we'd like to try,' said Danny.

'As long as it doesn't involve pain or bodily waste,' I said.

'Hey, look,' said Chris, 'we may be perverts for this fortnight, but we're not sick perverts.'

'I can't do too many nights like last night,' I said. 'I'm knackered today. Just I don't think I can do everyone every night.'

'That's okay,' said Chris hurriedly. 'We'll work it out. Maybe the best thing would be if you're either with one of us for the whole night, or...'

He fell silent. I looked at them.

'Or what,' I said, nervous.

'Or you're with all of us, or a few of us, just for a while,' he said. 'We thought of a few things that might be kinda fun.'

I put bread in the toaster and pressed the lever down.

'Well, first off,' I said, concealing my own nervousness at what might be Chris' idea of 'fun', 'I'm not up for anything before I've had my breakfast.'

It was like they sprang into action. I had never been so pampered. They sat me down, made me toast and a poached egg, and my tea was brewed to perfection. 

For the first time in my life, I realised what it was like to be a girl.