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The Debut

By: T@nman



I made my public debut as a cocksucker in front of seven of my best friends. This is how it happened. My girl and I were at a pool party with three other couples. Harv and Janet owned the place. They’d been friends for years with Gayle and me, Larry and Sue, and Bill and Ginny.

We had a great afternoon of swimming and sunning. None of us guys are buff and none of the ladies are dolls. We’re decent looking people who keep themselves fit. After a cookout of steak and shrimp and other good things, we lazed around for a hour or so just shooting the breeze.

Larry suggested we end the day with a game of killer ball. That’s water polo with no holds barred. We split into two teams and jumped into the pool. I don’t really know if the object of the game is to control the ball and score points or to grope and feel as many people as you can. In any event there was a lot of groping and squealing and laughing going on. There were even a fair number of bellows as each of us guys got groped or got our dicks squeezed.

Afterwards, we sat around swilling table wine. I don’t know when the conversation got steered towards sex and sex practices, but I think it was when Janet wondered out loud where a guy’s balls go when he jumps into cold water. One topic led to another until Ginny asked Bill if he had ever had his dick sucked by a man.

Things got really quiet until Bill, who looked sort of embarrassed, replied, “No, I’ve never had a man suck my dick.”

Ginny persisted, “Would you like to have a man suck you off?”

Bill got a little testy, “No, I wouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not right, er, not natural, er, you know what I mean.”

“Not normal?”

“Yeah, I guess that’s it.”

Harv chimed in, “What’s normal.? If it’s consenual, I don’t see what difference it makes if two guys or two women what to give each other head.”

Larry laughed, “I’ve always wondered who gives a better blowjob. A man or a woman.”

“I read an article on the internet that said some men prefer to get oral sex from another man because a man knows what another man wants and likes.” Everyone looked at Gayle as she said this.

“That’s probably true.”

Janet elbowed Harv, “Well, thanks a lot. See if I go down on you again.”

Sue cut in, “You’re blushing, Janet!”

“Hey, come on. We all admit we like oral sex. Right?”

We all chorused, “Right, Larry!”

Larry grinned, “Besides, I’ve always wanted to get a blowjob from a man.”

I piped in, “That’s interesting.”

“What’s interesting, Gene?”

“Well, I’ve always wondered what it was like to give a blowjob.”

Gayle gasped, “You’re kidding! Aren’t you?”

“No. You’re always telling me what a turn on it is for you.” I grinned, “Besides, why should you ladies have all the fun.”

“You’re serious?”

“Yes, I’m serious. Larry, if you want your dick sucked by a man, I’m ready to do it.”

“Right here?’

“Yes. Right here. Right now. Only one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Everyone here has got to be naked.”

“Naked?”

Janet clapped her hands, “This will be worth it. I’ve wanted to watch guys suck dick.” She started to untie her top.

I stood up and started to push my swim suit down. “What do you say, Larry. Yes or no?” Sue was already out of her swimming suit.

Larry laughed, “I think Sue wants me to do it.”

I pushed my suit down to my ankles and stepped out of it. Gayle winked at me as she took her suit top off. Harv was peeling his suit down. Ginny was out of hers. Bill was sitting in his chair. He looked sort of stunned by the speed of events.

I picked up a cushion off of a chair and walked over to where Larry was sitting. I dropped the cushion. “Stand up.” I looked around, “Gather around, everyone. They all quickly formed a circle around Larry and me. I found and pulled the drawstring on Larry’s swimsuit and began to push his suit down over his legs. As soon as his dick cleared his suit, I licked the head.

Larry stepped out of his suit. I licked the head of his dick a couple of more times. He grinned as I lifted it to my lips. His dick was still pretty soft and I was able to feed all of it into my mouth. He tasted and smelled of pool chemicals. Soda straw sucks seem to help him stiffen up.

As his erection grew, I licked my way up and down his cock shaft, but mostly I concentrated on running my tongue over and around his cockhead. I’d do this for a moment, then I’d put it in my mouth and swallow what I could. As I did this, I’d fondle his balls. Then I’d return to his cockhead and flick it and tap it and run my tongue around the rim.

“Come here, Harv.” I stopped sucking Larry’s dick to ask Harv to come closer. When he was standing beside Larry, I wrapped my hand around his hard dick and resumed sucking Larry. I switched and I stroked Larry’s dick while I pushed my mouth as far as I could down Harv’s hard tool.

Bill had joined the circle. Again, I stopped long enough to tell Bill, “No fisting. Step up here for a blowjob.” He didn’t seem reluctant to have me suck his dick.

Now I could stroke two and suck one. I don’t know if anyone was saying anything or if they were just silently watching my cock sucking debut. I was concentrating on giving the best blowjobs that I could so I wasn’t really paying attention to the people around me anyway. My vision, my taste and my mouth and hands were all focused on the three dicks in front of me.

I tired to vary the pattern of sucking, licking, kissing, flicking, and so on as I moved my mouth from one dick to another. Bill was the first to cum. I was giving him some hard vacuum sucks when he jerked his dick out of my mouth. He stroked himself a few times then squirted a stream that landed on my shoulders and chest.

Larry was the next. I had been sucking him the longest so I wasn’t surprised. I had his cockhead just inside my mouth when he wrapped his hand around his dick. “I’m gonna’ pop.” And pop he did. His first squirt went over my shoulder. When he got it under control, the rest landed on my chest and thighs.

Harv held my head as I worked his cock over. He didn’t try to fuck my face. He didn’t need to, because I was rapidly pumping my mouth up and down his dick. I was trying to swallow the whole thing. When he shot his load he covered my chest and shoulders. I didn’t move as he wiped his dick across my face.

When he was finished, I sat back on my haunches and looked around. Gayle and Janet were fingering their pussies. Sue was standing beside Larry, stroking him. He looked like he had a finger was up her butt. Ginny was rubbing a tit with one hand and her pussy with the other. Bill was wringing his dick as hard as he could.

All of a sudden there was a smattering of applause and laughter. Surprisingly enough, there were no questions of ‘How was it?’ or comments about being a cocksucker. Everyone cleaned up, we finished our drinks, got dressed and went home.

Gayle’s only comment, once we were in bed, was about me now knowing why she liked to suck my cock.

Ginny and I ran into each other at a coffee bar early the following week. “It was a turn on watching you suck off those three guys. I asked Bill how he liked being sucked by another man. He said it was o.k.” She grinned, “But he liked my blowjobs better.”

I grinned, “I would hope so.”

She got serious, “Gene, can you and Gayle come over this weekend? I’m positive that I can convince Bill to give you a blowjob. And do you think Gayle would let me eat her pussy?”

The Debut Ch. 02



Gayle and I were eating dinner when I commented that I had seen Ginny this morning when I had stopped to pick up a latte.

"Yes, I ran into her at the grocery store this afternoon."

"'She say anything?"

"She asked if we would like to come over to their place sometime this weekend to sun and hang out with them."

"What'd you tell her."

"I told her that we'd think about it and let them know in a day or so."

"She asked me the same thing when I saw her this morning at the coffee bar."

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing, Gayle. She mention anything else to you?"

"No, not really. Why?"

"Well, she mentioned that she really thought my little performance over at Janet's and Harv's was a turn on."

"You were pretty outrageous blowing your buds like that. And, yes, it was a turn on. Ginny said she and Bill had their best lovemaking session in years after they got home."

"That's nice. She didn't mention that she thought she could convince Bill to go down on me?"

"Is that what she has in mind?"

"Well, that and the fact she'd like to go down on you."

Gayle blushed, but she smiled, "That'd be different. I've never had another woman give me head. Have you ever gotten head from another man?"

"You know I have. Remember, before we got married, we talked about all of our sexual histories and experiences and I told you about that time with my roommate's gay friend."

"I remember." Gayle, grinned, "You want to do it again?"

"I take it you want to go over to Ginny and Bill's this weekend?"

"Sure. Why not? It should be interesting. And rather pleasant too."

"You know they may expect some reciprocation, don't you."

"That's to be expected. I've always been open to new experiences. I'll call Ginny later this evening and tell her that we'd love to spend an afternoon with them."

"You're sure?"

"Sure I'm sure. Like I said, it was a turn on watching you, Gene, with your three buds cocks in your mouth and hands. Watching Bill and you suck each other off will be fun. And I'm sure both of you will enjoy watching Ginny and I as we eat each other's pussy."

"You sure you're sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure, Gene. Now let's finish dinner."

"What'll we do if Ginny and Bill want to go further?"

"Go further?"

"Yeah, as in swap."

"I doubt if it would go that far. If it did, we could decide then. Besides, Bill might refuse to blow you and there won't be any reason to worry."

"I guess we'll wait and see how far it goes then, Gayle."

We finished dinner and cleaned up the dining area and the kitchen. Gayle called Ginny after the early news cast.

"It's all set for Saturday afternoon, Gary. We'll go over about three and catch some sun for a couple of hours. Ginny said they were planning on smoking a pork rack. You know, something that doesn't require constant tending. I told her we'd bring a salad and a side dish and some drinks."

"Sounds good to me, Gayle."

"Ginny said she's been making subtle suggestions to Bill and she's excited to see what happens."

"Well, we will just have to wait, won't we?"

Gayle came over behind my chair. "All this talk of sucking dicks and eating pussy has made me horny. Let's go to bed early."

I looked up and grinned at her. "You dirty old woman. How early?"

Gayle laughed and pulled on my hand, "Like right now."

I stood, "That's early." Then I hugged her to me and put both of my hands on her firm butt, "Funny, I'm kinda' horny too."

Once in the bedroom, we quickly undressed each other. I unhooked Gayle's bra and she pulled my t-shirt over my head. Gayle sat on the edge of the bed, "Come here."

She pushed my shorts down as soon as I got close to her. Without a word, she kissed the head of my cock then took it into her mouth. She gently kneaded and rolled my nuts around in their furry sac as she quickly sucked me into a full erection.

"Oh, gawd, you're good."

She stopped sucking me and looked up and grinned, "I know. You tell me that every time I give you a blowjob."

I squatted in front of her and put my hands on the elastic waistband of her panties, "Raise your sweet butt." Gayle stood briefly and I rolled her panties down her legs. She lay back down on the edge of the bed. After draping her legs over my shoulders I petted, stroked and kissed her pussy hair.

Gayle keeps her pussy hair neatly groomed and trimmed. I could smell her womanly essences as I nuzzled my nose in her pussy fur. I spread her outer pussy lips with my thumbs, then I licked her pink damp slit from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue.

Gale moaned, "Oh, gawd, you're good," as I sucked her clit and lightly rubbed it with the side of a finger.

I stood then lay down on top of her, "I know. You tell me that every time I eat your pussy."

Gayle laughed, "Get off me, you big lug, unless you want to screw my brains out."

I raised my weight off of her. She scooted into the center of the bed. I crawled across the bed after her. "Let's screw each other's brains out."

"You're on, mister. Get on your back."

I flopped onto my back next to Gayle. She took my cock into her hands. After pumping it with her hands she leaned down and licked the shaft up and down. I watched as she drooled a large amount of saliva over the cockhead. She used her hands to smear her saliva over the cockhead and down the shaft.

She swung a leg over me so she was on her knees and straddling my hips. I held my hard spit-slick cock upright as she positioned her pussy over it. Gayle took my cock. She rubbed it against her pussy and parted her lips with the cockhead. She lowered her hips. I smiled at her as my cock disappeared into her pussy.

Once Gayle was fully seated on my cock, she shifted her knees and hips.

"Comfortable?"

"Oh, yeah. You seem bigger tonight."

"It's probably because we're both horny. That. And the fact you're a great cocksucker who builds big hard-ons."

"That may be true," Gayle grinned, "But you feel like a nightstick shoved up between my legs. Not that I'm complaining."

She rose up on her knees. I braced my heels and shoulders and as she slipped her wet pussy down my slick cockshaft , I humped my hips upwards. We quickly established a mutually satisfying fuck rhythm. I put my hands on Gayle's hips and she steadied herself by putting her hands on the sides of my arms. Our pelvis's gently smacked together as we fucked each other.

Gayle grunted, "Gawd, you go so deep when we're like this."

"Yeah. It feels good and I like watching me disappear into you., " I grunted back.

"Sometimes you go so deep it hurts a little."

"Want to change?"

"No. Let's slow down."

"O.K." I reduced the height of my hip thrust and we continued to fuck each other with a steady rhythm. Finally, Gayle sat down again on my cock. I caressed her breasts until she straightened her legs and lay down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her and we kissed.

"That was nice, but I was getting cramps in my thighs."

I used one leg as a lever to roll us over. We shifted around to get comfortable and untangled from the bedsheet then I braced myself on my forearms as Gayle humped her hips. Again, the steady rhythm of fucking was quickly set up.

She was flexing her vaginal muscles and my cockhead was rubbing against the roof of her vaginal tunnel, because of the angle of the fuck, so it didn't take very long for either of us reach a climax.

Just as we cum together, Gayle, who had her legs wrapped around mine, pulled her knees up so her heels were tight against my ass. She used her legs to push on my ass so my cock was pushed deeper into her pussy. She worked her vaginal muscles as my cock twitched and jerked inside her.

We lay together quietly for a few minutes, then I rolled onto my side and drew her up close to me. After pulling up the covers, we kissed and talked quietly before we fell asleep.

We spent Saturday morning preparing for the afternoon with Ginny and Bill. Gayle had picked up the salad fixings the previous afternoon. She had also gotten the ingredients for homemade baked beans. After soaking the beans overnight, she prepared the sauce and put the beans on. I helped by cleaning and slicing vegetables and shredding lettuce for the tossed salad.

Once the salad was chilling, we took a break. "We can pick up a case of cold beer on the way over to their place."

'That sounds like a plan," Gayle smiled, "While the beans are baking, I'm going to shower."

"Want to shower together?"

"O.K., but I've got to shave my pits and legs."

"I'll help you."

"How'll you help?"

"Well, I can wash your pits and legs and apply the lather."

"That sounds like fun."

"And I can even wield the razor."

"Now that sounds dangerous," Gayle laughed.

We went to the bathroom, quickly stripped and stepped into the shower.

"Wash your back, sailor?"

"Sure thing, lady, if I can wash your front."

Gayle giggled, "O.K., but I asked first."

I turned my back to her and she quickly began to rub my back with a soap filled sponge. I spread my arms and leaned against the shower stall wall. Gayle ran the sponge in circles over my butt cheeks. She slipped a hand between my legs and gave my balls a gentle squeeze.

"Hey! Watch it!" She moved her hand and tugged on my dick, "I'm just washing the objects of my affection. Turn around."

I turned and she soaped my chest and stomach. I wrapped my arms around my wife and hug her close. As I hugged her I rubbed my body against hers. Taking the sponge from Gayle I lathered her back and butt. Then I dropped the sponge and used my hands. I rubbed and caressed Gayle's ass cheeks. and ran my fingers up and down her ass crack. 

"Um, that's nice." She put her arms around my neck. I lifted her. As I lifted, she wrapped her legs around me.

We stood in the shower and kissed deeply. I could feel Gayle's pussy pressing against my hard cock. She felt it to.

Uh, if we're going to finish showering, we better stop this."

"Why?"

"I don't know why we should stop, but we should if we're going over to Ginny's and Bill."

"Well, O.K." I let Gayle down.

She picked up the razor and raised one arm. I picked up the shaving cream can, shook it, and squirted a little onto my hand. I applied the lather and Gayle shaved her armpit. We quickly finished her other armpit. After turning the shower to a trickle, I squatted down and applied shaving cream to her left leg. I watched her shave with long smooth strokes. When she finished the leg, I lathered her right leg with shaving cream. I was still squatting while she shaved her right leg.

Before she could rinse the lather off of her legs, I buried my face in her pussy hair. Gayle gasped then laughed as I began to lick her clean pink slit. She put her hand on my head and pushed my face away from her pussy.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm eating your pussy."

"I know that, but why?"

"Because."

"Oh. That's what I thought."

"I think we should shave you."

"Why?"

"Because. "

"Oh."

I put some shaving cream on my fingertips and worked it into Gayle's wet pussy hair. She leaned against the shower stall wall and spread her legs.

"Be careful."

"You know I will." It took just a few minutes of carefully wielding the razor to shave off her carefully trimmed and groomed pussy hair and reveal my wife's beautiful bare pussy. After rinsing the lather away, I kissed and licked her bald labia. "Beautiful."

Gayle rubbed her crotch. It feels odd. I wish we had a mirror so I could see. Let's shave you."

"Why?"

"Because," Gayle giggled. She was already on her knees in front of me with the razor in one hand and the can of shaving cream in the other.

"Oh. You will be careful."

Gayle kissed my cockhead, "You know I will." She worked lather into the hair on my ball sac. As she rubbed and massaged my balls, the skinned of my sac tightened and my cock started to rise. She held my cock as she carefully shaved my balls. After applying lather several times, Gayle finished my ball sac and started on my cock.

She grinned up at me, "It was nice of you to get a hard-on. It gave me a handle to hold on to and now it's nice and long and easy for me to shave." She lathered my cock and shaved it from base to foreskin with careful strokes.

We quickly rinsed and got out of the shower. We helped each other dry off. When we were dry, Gayle stood in front of the full length mirror on the inside of the bathroom door. She spread her feet. She touched her smooth bare pussy. I looked at my cock. I ran my fingertips over my smooth balls. Gayle turned and covered my fingertips with hers.

We went into our bedroom to dress.

"They have a hot tub, so we'll need to take suits." Gayle went to a dresser drawer and picked out a suit. "I think I'll where this under my shorts and t-shirt." She held up a red thong back bottom and a small top. She opened my dresser drawer. "I think you should wear this one." She held up a skimpy European style swim suit that I sometimes wear when we sunbathe at home. "Help me with my top."

I helped her tie the strings that held her swimsuit top. I slipped on my swimsuit. Before I could get my shorts on, Gayle grinned at me, "I like the way you fill that pouch, sailor."

"You fill your suit pretty well yourself, lady."

We laughed as we finished dressing. It didn't take long to put the pot of baked beans in an insulated container and to put the salad in a cooler. On our way across town we stopped at our favorite liquor store and bought a case of beer and a large jug of table wine.

We parked in the driveway. I carried the beer and the insulated container with the beans. Gayle carried the wine and salad. Ginny opened the front door almost as soon as we rang their doorbell.

"Boy, you're quick."

Ginny laughed, "Come on in. We heard you drive up and we heard the car doors slamming so here I am."

We followed her through the house and out onto the shaded patio. Bill was stocking a cooler with beer.

"Here's a case of cold ones, Bill."

"Thanks." He handed each of us a cold brew from the cooler then he opened the case and added some bottles to the cooler.

Gayle slipped her sandals off and pulled her shorts down. "I feel overdressed next to you two."

Ginny had been wearing a short beach cover-up when she met us a the front door. I turned around as Gayle spoke. Ginny had taken the cover-up off. She was wearing a string bikini that made Gayle's suit look like more than modest. The three white triangles of cloth that made up her suit emphasized her deep tan.

Bill was wearing hip hugging swim trunks that were skin tight. It was also white and emphasized his deep tan too. It also emphasized his firm looking butt and his rather substantial package.

I joined Gayle in taking off my t-shirt and shorts. Ginny whistled appreciatively when I bet over to pick up my shorts. We all laughed as Gayle pantomimed taking a photo of Bill. Ginny picked up a large bottle of sunblock and moved out into the sunny yard where four lounges were set up in a circle. Gayle followed her.

Bill looked at me, "We have a couple of good looking ladies there, Gene."

"You got that right."

We picked up the cooler of beer and followed the two women across the lawn.

Bill and I set the cooler in the middle of the circle where it was in easy reach of everyone. We settled back on the lounges and idly chatted while we sipped beer and sunbathed. Ginny sat up after about twenty minutes, "I hope no one minds. I'm going to take my top off."

Bill laughed, "You might as well. It hardly covers anything."

Ginny untied the top of her suit and threw it at Bill. It was fascinating to watch her carefully apply sunblock to each areola and nipple. When she was finished, she lay back on the lounge. Gayle looked at me with a questioning look. I shrugged slightly then nodded. Gayle sat up and untied the strings to her top. She hung it over the back of her lounge.

Before she could lay back, Ginny sat up, "You'd better get some sunblock on those beauties." She stood, picked up the bottle of sunblock and moved over to Gayle's lounge where she sat down on the edge. "Let me help you."

I was sort of surprised that Gayle acquiesced without a murmur. She lay back on the lounge and closed her eyes as Ginny applied sunblock to her breasts. Ginny leaned close to Gayle's face and said something. I could see Gayle blush under her tan. She put her hand on Ginny's face and drew her closer. I think they may have kissed lightly. In any event, when Ginny stood up and turned away from Gayle, her areola were all pebbly and her nipples looked hard. I looked at Gayle. Hers looked the same way. She smiled at me and ran the tip of her tongue around her lips.

Ginny went to the cooler and retrieved four beers. She handed them around before sitting back on her lounge. Ginny is a slim, leggy brunette with shoulder length hair. She is about six inches taller than Gayle. Gayle is five foot four also with a slim figure. She wears her dark hair in a pixie cut.

Bill stood up. He gathered up the empty bottles and carried them back to the patio. When he returned, he was carrying the rest of the case of beer that Gayle and I had brought. He handed out four more bottles, then refilled the cooler . He set the case next to the cooler. "We'll use it for the empties." Before he sat down he removed his swim trunks. He didn't have any tan lines. Come to think of it, Ginny's breasts were tanned too.

Gayle and I looked at each other just as Ginny shifted her hips and untied the string bows an each side of her bottom. She pulled the strings of her bikini bottom from between her legs and dropped it on the grass. I stood and rolled my suit down over my hips to my feet. I left it lying on the grass as I sat back down. Ginny raised her beer bottle in sort of a toast.

Gayle raised her hips and worked her thong down her legs. She dropped it on the grass near Ginny's suit. No one said anything for what seemed the longest time until Gayle looked at Ginny and asked, "How long did it take for you two to get such a deep overall tans?"

Bill set his beer aside, "We've been sunbathing nude for several years now. We start during the first sunny days of late winter and early spring."

Ginny chimed in, "You know, when it gets warm enough that you can comfortably lay out in the sun. Is this you guys first time?"

"Well, I replied, "We've never specifically sunbathed nude before, but we've done a fair amount of skinny dipping."

"Oh, really? Where?"

"We go up in the mountains to hike and we've gone swimming and bathing in streams, ponds and lakes."

Gayle laughed, "One summer we went on vacation in the desert southwest. Almost a mistake. It was so hot you could hardly do anything during the daytime. Finally, we drove to a large reservoir just to swim. We rented a boat and when we found a secluded cove, we stripped off and went swimming."

"We didn't think to bring along a lot of sunblock," I laughed, "So we both got a pretty good sun burn that afternoon."

Ginny held up a bottle of sunblock, "We go through this by the gallon."

"Well, we won't need anymore today. The sun has moved around so we'll be in deep shade the rest of the afternoon unless we move into another part of the yard."

"Ginny, you're closest to the smoker. Could you check the ribs, please? They should be just about ready."

"Sure, Bill." Ginny swung her legs off the far side of her lounge and stood up. We all watched her walk to the smoker. She may have been slim but she had a really nice butt. The kind of butt that a guy would like to have two handfuls of while she rode up and down on his cock. 

I noticed Bill reach down and free his dick from between his thighs. When Ginny turned and came back from the smoker, I noticed her pussy hair was shaved into a thin dark "racing stripe" or "landing strip."




The Debut Ch. 02



"By the time the salad is tossed, the ribs will be ready. You want to come with me, Gayle?"

"Sure. I can get the baked beans out of the hot container while you get the salad out of the cooler." Gayle put her feet on either side of her lounge and stood up. Ginny smiled slightly when she saw that Gayle's pussy was smooth and bald. Bill adjusted his dick again. This time in flopped over on his thigh.

We watched the women walk across the patio and disappear into the house. Bill sighed, "I hope you don't mind me saying, but your wife has a fine looking ass."

"So does yours. Like you said, we're lucky to be married to a couple of fine looking ladies."

"Uhh, you and Gayle ever done any swinging?"

"Nope, can't say as we have."

"Uhh, you ever thought about doing any?"

"Nope. Can't say as we have."

"Uhh, Ginny and I've talked a little about swinging, but we haven't done any either. Guess, I ought to go in and get a platter for the ribs."

He turned on his lounge and stood up. As he did so, his dick slid off his thigh to dangle between them. His scrotum was still relaxed and his balls hung low. His dick was semi-flaccid. I guess he was a guy who got, at least, slightly turned on by the sight of women's asses. His cockhead was prominent. I couldn't tell if his foreskin was peeled back or if Bill's cock was tightly cut.

And to be honest, when I sucked his cock, over at Harv's, I hadn't noticed one way or the other. I'd check more closely later this afternoon or evening if I got a chance. I noticed I was salivating. I thought to myself that I might be hungry for something other than a meaty rib.

I followed Bill towards the house. I noticed he had a rather nice looking ass too . I wondered what it would be like to hold two handfuls while his cock filled my mouth.

Bill stopped just before he got to the kitchen door. I looked over his shoulder and through the screen door. Gayle and Ginny were engaged in what appeared to be a pretty deep kiss. They were pressed together breast to breast and belly to belly. Ginny had one hand on the back of Gayle's neck and the other was cupping one of her breasts. Gayle had her arms around Ginny. Her hands were resting on Ginny's ass.

Bill stepped back away from the screen door. He reached over and moved one of the chairs by the patio table so it made a scraping noise on the bricks. We waited for a few seconds then entered the kitchen. Both of the women were busy with the salad and baked beans, but I noticed that Gayle's face was flushed a little and both women's nipples were pretty hard looking. Bill got two platters out of a cabinet. He handed one to me and I followed him out of the kitchen.

By the time we got the ribs out of the smoker and back to the patio table, Gayle and Ginny had the beans and salad on the table.

"Bill, get some towels to put on the chairs. We don't want to stick to them. I'll get the barbecue sauce off the stove."

Bill and Ginny went into the house. Gayle got the jug of wine out of the cooler then she came up to me and put her arms around me, "This could be a pretty interesting evening."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes. Ginny is pretty hot for my bod." Gayle gave my dick a flip then stepped away just as Bill and Ginny returned. Bill put a folded towel on each chair and Ginny sat a large pitcher of barbecue sauce on the table.

We seated ourselves. I started the jug of wine around the table and for the next few minutes we busied ourselves with pouring drinks and dishing up the food. We ate in silence for a couple of minutes until Gayle started giggling quietly.

"What's so funny, Gayle."

"I just think it is sort of funny that we are all sitting here naked and eating dinner just like it was something we did every meal."

Ginny laughed, "Well, if you spill any barbecue sauce, you won't stain any clothes."

Gayle grinned at her, "And I suppose if you did spill some on yourself, a friend could lick it off."

We all laughed and continued eating. Bill cleaned off a rib then dipped it in the sauce on his plate. He noisily sucked the sauce off the bone.

Ginny grinned at him, "I'm thinking of some other bones that would be good to suck. What do you think, Gene?"

"Which bones do you mean?"

"I think I know which bones Ginny is thinking about." Gayle grinned, "And I think they would be good with or without sauce."

Ginny poured a large amount of barbecue sauce onto her plate. She dipped a rib into it and raised the rib to her mouth. As she did, the excess sauce dripped off the rib and fell onto her breasts. "Oops."

Gayle wiped her lips then pushed her chair back, "Let me get that for you."

She leaned over to Ginny and we watched as she licked the sauce off one breast then the other. Ginny put her hand on the back of Gayle's head. She tipped her head back as Gayle began to suck one of her nipples. She sighed as Gayle moved one of her hands down and began to stroke Ginny's pussy.

Bill and I watched silently as Gayle moved around in front of Ginny, who shifted in her chair as Gayle got down on her knees . Gayle's head disappeared from sight below the edge of the table. Ginny's hand moved to her breasts and she moaned softly as my wife evidently began to kiss and lick her pussy. Bill looked over at me, "I've gotta see this. Let's move the table."

We stood and lifted the table to one side. I moved my chair a little and sat back down. Bill remained standing by the table. Ginny's thighs were splayed wide. She was moaning louder now. I watched my wife as she licked and kissed her friend's labia. One of her thumbs was rubbing around Ginny's clit. Gayle's other hand was doing things down between her own thighs.

Watching the women was giving me a hard-on. Bill picked up Ginny's plate. I watch as he dipped his dick in the barbecue sauce. He walked over to the chair and stood close to his wife's head. He reached down and turned her head. Ginny opened her eyes. She grinned when she saw his sauce covered cock. Bill wiped his cockhead on her lips. Ginny opened her mouth and her husband pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

He began to slowly fuck her face. The red sauce mixed with her saliva. It ran down her chin and cheeks and neck. My cock was standing upright between my thighs. Gayle had two fingers pushed deep into Ginny's pussy. Ginny's moans were much louder in spite of the fact that they were muffled by her mouthful of hard cock. Gayle's face was pressed against Ginny's pussy. I could see her cheeks moving as she sucked on Ginny's clitoris.

She must have found Ginny's G-spot. Ginny jerked her head back and Bill's stiff cock flopped out of her mouth. She gasped for a breath then arched her back. She moaned "Ohhhh gaaawwwdd" as an orgasm surged through her body. Gayle continued to finger fuck Ginny and to suck on her clit as Ginny squeezed her own breasts and twisted her hips.

Ginny's body suddenly went slack. Gayle rocked back on her knees. She looked up as I got on my knees beside her. Her face was wet with saliva and pussy juice. I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her mouth so I could taste Ginny too. After kissing, I helped her to her feet. Gayle rubbed her knees before straightening up. 

Ginny reached out and took her hand and drew Gayle to her. She kissed Gayle's hand, "Let me rest then I'll return the pleasure." My wife smiled at her then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. The kiss became a probing French kiss and I know Ginny got to taste her own pussy.

Gayle then walked over to her chair and flopped down. I went to the table and refilled the wine glasses. After passing the glasses around I sat back in my chair. My hard-on was beginning to subside but Bill's was still pretty rampant looking. Ginny pushed herself up in her chair and took a sip of wine. She smiled at Gayle, "Missy, you sure are something else. It's been a while since I've cum like that just from having my cunt eaten out."

Gayle smiled back, "It was my pleasure, Ginny."

Ginny laughed, "You made my cunt soaking wet and my legs weak. When I think I can stand and walk, I'll take you over to a chaise and give you the tongue lashing of your life!" Gayle just smiled more.

Bill tossed the towel, that was on his chair, down on the bricks between Ginny and Gayle. "Come and stand here, Gene. Ginny has been hinting all week that she wants to see me suck your cock."

I stood and walked over to the towel. Bill adjusted our positions a little so both of the women had a clear view. He moved the towel around a little then got down on his knees on the towel.

He never touched my cock with his hands. He just positioned his mouth below my semi-flaccid cock, raised his head up and sucked me deep into his mouth. His lips were around the base of my cock when I felt him making swallowing motions in his throat. As my cock grew harder and longer in his mouth, Bill backed off until he was taking about half of my hard cock into his mouth.

Ginny clapped her hands, "I love watching a guy suck another guy's dick. Suck his balls, Bill."

Bill took my cock out of his mouth and grinned at his wife, "Your wish is my command." He held my cock upright as he began to first lick, then carefully suck on each nut. He ran the flat of his tongue up and down my cockshaft. After several minutes of ball licking and sucking, Bill resumed sucking me. He must have been more comfortable, because he began to bob his head and to take more of me into his mouth. He would swallow my cock then hold hard suction as he pulled his head back.

Ginny got up from her chair and went over to Gayle's side. "Are you ready for your tongue lashing?"

Gayle laughed, "I guess so.", but she continued to look at Bill and me. She slowly pushed herself to her feet and followed Ginny out into the yard and over to one of the chaise lounges.

I touched Bill's head, "We can continue later, if you want. I want to see Gayle get eaten out."

My cock slipped out of his mouth. Bill wiped his chin, "O.K. I'd like to see that too." I helped him to his feet and we walked over to where Gayle was reclining on a chaise lounge and Ginny was kneeling between Gayle's legs. Each of us moved a lounge closer so we could view the girl-to-girl action comfortably.

Ginny ran her hand over Gayle's smooth hairless mound for a moment. She slipped a finger or two deep into Gayle, then she pulled them out and licked them clean. Gayle closed her eyes and began to run her fingertips over her nipples as Ginny leaned down into her crotch and began to lick her.

Bill and I watched intently as his wife ate my wife's pussy. Gayle was rotating her hips and pinching her nipples as Ginny began to finger fuck her and lick and suck her clit. Gayle's legs were hanging off each side of the lounge with her feet on the grass. Suddenly she gasped loudly and pushed her pelvis up into Ginny's face as she began to cum.

"Ohhh, yessss! That's soooo good. Don't stop!" Ginny continued to rub her thumb lightly around Gayle's clit as she gently continued to lick and finger fuck her. Gayle slowly relaxed and came down. Ginny crawled up beside her on the lounge. The two women cuddled and kissed and petted each other.

Bill leaned back on his chaise lounge, "That was nice, ladies." He closed his eyes and began to slowly stroke his cock. I watched him for a minute, then went over and sat on the edge of the lounge beside him. I sat so the women could see what I was doing. I put my hand on his.

"Here let me take care of that for you."

Bill removed his hand and I held his hard-on in the palm of my hand. His cockhead was slick with pre-cum so I lubed my hand by rubbing it over his slick cockhead. With my free hand I lifted and gently fondled his balls as I slowly stroked my slick hand up and down and around his cockshaft.

He grinned at me, "You give good hand, Gene."

"As good as head?"

Bill laughed, "I don't know. You'll have to show me."

"O.K." I slid down on the lounge and leaned down and began to lick his nut sac, but I continued the hand job. After a few minutes of teasing Bill's balls with the tip of my tongue, I gave the underbelly of his cock a lick from balls to cockhead. Then I began to tease the crown of his cock by licking it and running the tip of my tongue around the sensitive rim of his cockhead. Pre-cum was flowing freely and I took my time in savoring it.

Bill groaned when I put the tip of his cock between my lips and sucked the pre-cum from his pee hole. Then I resumed licking for a few minutes more. I could feel his cock getting harder and more rigid in my hand. I suspected he would cum rather quickly after I began some serious cock sucking. He groaned loudly as I took his cockhead into my mouth and closed my lips around his shaft.

After swabbing the crown with the flat of my tongue, I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth before pulling back to the cockhead. When Gayle blows me, she often clamps her thumb and forefinger tightly around the root of my shaft so I won't cum so quickly. I didn't want Bill to cum until I had sucked him for a few more minutes so I clamped his cock.

Then I pushed as much of his cock as I could comfortably get into my mouth. Keeping hard suction, I'd slowly pull my lips up to the rim of his cockhead then slowly swallow it all again. Bill was moaning and starting to thrust his hips. I heard Gayle say, "It looks like Gene is enjoying himself." I heard Ginny reply, "I know Bill is! When he starts moaning loudly like this, he is just about ready to pop a nut."

My neck and shoulders were getting tired from the awkward position that I was sitting in, so, keeping just his cockhead in my mouth, I unclamped his cock and slid my fingers to fondle his tight ball sac. I felt Bill's cock stiffen even more. It seemed to swell in girth and then the first wad of his hot cum blasted deep into my mouth.

Never having had a man cum in my mouth before, I wasn't sure what to expect so I swallowed. A couple more wads shot into my mouth and before I could swallow the last one, Bill pumped a long, thick and steady cum stream into my mouth. It was difficult to swallow, and since my head was in an awkward position over Bill's cock, I choked and coughed a little and some of his cum ran out of my nose and, since his load was so big, some of his cum leaked out of my lips and ran down his cock.

I was vaguely aware of hearing both my wife and Ginny exclaim that they couldn't believe I was swallowing everything Bill was giving me. But I was enjoying being a cum eating cocksucker and I wanted all that he had to give. Without taking his cock from my mouth, I was able to slip off the lounge and onto my knees where I quickly found a more comfortable position.

I sucked Bill's cock until I couldn't get any more cum out of it. I released him and sat up on my knees and grinned at our wives, who were applauding and whistling. Gayle came over to me. "You've got cum all over your lips and chin." She leaned down and gave me a mouth probing French kiss then she walked over to Ginny, who was still seated, and gave her, in turn, a French kiss. Ginny came over to Bill and French kissed him. All of us got to taste Bill's cum.

I got to my feet and walked over to the table where my wine glass was sitting. I refilled the glass then, using a finger, I wiped the cum off my lips and chin and scraped it off the finger and into the wine. I raided my glass towards Gayle, Ginny and Bill. "I hope you ladies enjoyed watching me suck off Bill and, Bill, I hope you enjoyed having your cock sucked as much as I enjoyed sucking it for you." Then I drained the glass - cum and all.

Bill grinned at me as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, "Shit, man! That was a great blowjob!"

"Better than mine?" Ginny sounded rather threatening."

"I didn't say that!" protest Bill. "I just said it was a great blowjob. Which it was."

"Well you sure seemed to enjoy it," Ginny laughed. "Maybe I should take lessons from Gene."

"Just a minute there!", interjected Gayle. We all laughed. Ginny got up and got the wine bottle and refilled each glass.

She refilled my last. As she was pouring the wine she glanced down. "You poor thing. Your dick looks like it is just about ready to burst."

I look down.. My cock was still standing upright against my stomach. "I guess I enjoyed myself too. Any suggestions?"

"I think Bill ought to return the favor."

"Maybe in a little bit," Bill demurred. "My legs are shaky and my knees are weak."

Ginny laughed, "Now I know I need to have Gene give me lessons. I know you've never complained about weak knees after I've given you a blowjob."

"Maybe I can tutor you." Gayle gave Ginny an impish grin.

I walked over and sat down beside Gayle. I kissed her softly. "That would be a good idea, Ginny, because I just did for your husband what my wife does for me. But you'll have to provide your own cock to practice on." Gayle hugged me, "I might need some practice, too, tonight."

Bill got to his feet, "I'll volunteer to be Ginny's practice cock.." We all laughed as we watched Bill take the pad off his lounge and drag it across the grass to a place between the women's lounges. "Gene, are you up for showing our wives a little man-to-man sixty-nine action?"

"Sure am. Just let me finish my drink, will you?"

"Sure take your time. I'll just lay back and enjoy myself." Bill began to slowly stroke his cock after he lay down on the pad. The three of us watched him in silence. Ginny lifted one of her breasts to her lips and licked her nipple. Gayle spread her legs and began to finger fuck herself. Ginny continued to massage her breast as she began to play with her pussy with her free hand.

I became a voyeur as I watched my wife and our two friends perform in a Jack and Jill group. Gayle grinned at me as she lifted her fingers from her pussy to her mouth. She sucked each finger clean then reinserted several of them in her pussy. Ginny looked like she was trying to fist herself. I thought briefly about eating each of the women's pussies, but I had a cock to suck.

I finished my glass of wine and walked over to Bill. He had his eyes closed as he stroked and twisted his cock. After getting down on my knees beside him, I rubbed the head of my cock across his lips. Without a word, Bill opened his mouth to receive my cock. I lay down on my side and guided his hand and cock to my mouth.

Bill was gently sucking me as I began to suck him off for the second time. Each time I pushed my head down, I was able to swallow a little bit more of his cock. After what must have been just five minutes or so of pleasant cock sucking, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Ginny leaned over my shoulder and put her head next to mine. I took her husband's cock out of my mouth so she could suck it too. We shared Bill's cock for the next few minutes.

Gradually, the three of us disengaged. I looked for Gayle. She seemed to be asleep on her lounge. I got to my feet and helped Ginny to hers. After Bill stood up, he was standing with his feet on either side of the lounge pad. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of him on the pad. His hard, wet cock was level with my face.

I put my lips against his cockhead then pushed him through my lips and deep into my mouth. I kept my lips tightly sealed around his cock shaft as bobbed my head back and forth. I felt a hand on my thigh. Gayle was kneeling beside me. Ginny knelt down on the other side of me. Neither woman said anything and they made no move to participate. They just watched me suck cock.

After stopping the bobbing back and forth, I began to move my head in a small figure eight motion. Bill's cockhead slipped around inside my mouth. It rubbed against my cheeks and tongue as my head moved. The figure eight movement also allowed his cock to slide in and out of my mouth.

Bill was groaning again. "Oh fuck, man! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up!"




The Debut Ch. 02



I kept it up.

Bill put his hand on his cock and pulled it out of my mouth. He began to pump it hard. I put my hand on his to steady it, then I put my open mouth close to the end of his cock. The first gob of Bill's cum landed on my upper lip and nose. I steadied his hand even more and the following gobs landed on my extended tongue. When he stopped cumming, I swallowed his loads then took his cock into my mouth and suck it dry and licked it clean. Neither Gayle nor Ginny said a thing. They watched in silence.

Bill collapsed on the nearest chaise lounge. Ginny and Gayle stood up then helped me to my feet. We all looked at each other as Ginny sighed, "This has been some evening."

Gayle took my hand, "Yes, it has. It's late and it's time for us to go."

Gayle and I found our shorts, t-shirts and sandals and put them. We gathered up our swimsuits and the other stuff we brought. It felt rather strange now that we were dressed and Ginny and Bill were still nude. Ginny came over and kissed each of us. Bill hugged Gayle and I shook his hand.

We said our good nights and thanks for the evening, etc. We all seemed reluctant to say we had had a great time and we should do it again. Ginny and Bill were standing on their patio, with their arms around each other, as we showed ourselves out.

On the drive across town to home, Gayle said, "What made you decide to let Bill cum in your mouth?"

"I don't know," I glanced at her, "It seemed to be the way to complete the blowjob."

She smiled, "Well, it certainly was sexy and, in a way, dirty too. Especially the second time with you on your knees and Bill standing in front of you pumping his dick and squirting his cum onto your tongue and into your mouth."

"You going down on Ginny was sexy too. What made you decide to move on her first?"

"I don't know why I licked the barbecue sauce of her breasts. Heat of the moment, I guess, but after I started it just seemed natural to get down on my knees and suck her pussy."

"When we got there, did you ever think that we would do everything we did tonight?"

"No, I didn't. I can't believe that I spread my legs and finger fucked myself where everyone could see."

We pulled into our driveway and Gayle pressed the garage door opener. We carried our stuff into the house. After putting the bean pot on to soak overnight and after draining the cooler, I pulled Gayle over to me and hugged her tight. I pushed her back against the kitchen counter.

I dropped to my knees and pulled her shorts down to her ankles. She looked a little startled until I said, "I want to eat your hot, wet pussy."

She smiled and stepped out of her shorts. After kicking them aside, she leaned against the counter and spread her legs. "Eat me!"

I buried my face in her crotch and almost frantically lapped her pussy lips and sucked her clit. Gawd, she smelled and tasted good!

"Let's get on the bed." Gayle touched my head. While I had been eating her, she had taken off her t-shirt. Her nipples were hard and red where she had been pinching them as I sucked her clit. She kicked off her sandals and I followed my naked wife through house to our bedroom. She had a line across her back where I had pressed against the edge of the counter top.

I pulled my t-shirt off as we walked and as soon as we were in the bedroom, Gayle pulled my shorts down. We fell onto our bed and rolled into a sixty-nine with her on top. Gayle pressed and ground her pussy against my lips and tongue as she sucked my cock hard and deep.

We ate pussy and sucked cock until Gayle rolled off me and onto her back. She had a salacious smile as she pulled her knees up to her chest and spread her thighs, "Let's fuck!"

I got up on my knees at her butt and took her ankles in my hands. I held her legs up as Gayle pressed down on my hard cock and guided the cockhead between her pussy lips and into her vagina. I slowly shoved my boner deep until my balls pressed against her butt.

This is a position both of us like. Gayle likes it because she says it fills her full and makes her feel like she is all cock filled pussy. I like it because the fuck angle and the rubbing inside her vagina really get me hard. And both of us like it because it quickly leads to intense, and usually simultaneous, mutual orgasms. About the only thing I don't like about it is that I can't stimulate her clit with either my cock, because of the angle, or with my hands because I'm holding her legs up. So Gayle uses her fingers and thumbs to rub her clit and stimulate her trigger spot.

The evening's activities had made both of us really horny and neither of us had cum during the course of the several blowjobs and cunnilingus so it didn't take long for us to cum.

I buried my cock as deep as I could by rolling Gayle up on her shoulders. She squealed as my cockhead pressed her cervix. My pent up balls burst as her first orgasm surged through her body. My cock jerked and twitched and her vaginal muscles gripped and milked my cock as her pussy was flooded with our cum.

She had a couple of smaller orgasms, then I lowered her legs and we quietly lay together while we recovered from the intensity of the session. I moved around so I could gently kiss and lick her labia and her clit and suck our cum out of her pussy . Gayle moved around so she could lick my soft dick and suck the last of the cum from my balls.

After that, we shared several cummy kisses then fell asleep in each others arms.



The Debut Continues



This is the next chapter following my story, The Debutante

The crowd parted as Lydia led the now leashed S. through their ranks. Her great eyes met no-one's but turned inward as S. hugged to herself D.'s parting kiss, his unspoken promise which she believed with every fibre of her being. Unconsciously, she straightened her strong shoulders, the small breasts lifting, their tips crimson and stiff. Oblivious to the admiring comments which drifted around her, she glided with long shapely legs after her diminutive keeper, her gait measured and strong. 

Across the room, Damian watched her progression with narrowed eyes; impassive, his face did not betray the hot acid which roiled in his stomach. Even from his vantage point, he could see the marks of his art upon the long curved back of the slave – what was not obvious was the fact that despite his best efforts last night she had refused to submit. Oh, not physically – no, in the flesh S. had done as she was told – stood where she was placed, spread those beautiful legs when commanded, even held those pretty breasts in her own palms when he chose to whip them. But those eyes .... not once did he see real submission in their defiant gaze. 

Yet, with a simple kiss, he had just watched her capitulate ... happily, completely, wholly – and to a man who had placed her in this position in the first place. A man who had handed her over to be used at will and without recourse. A man who through his long association with The House knew exactly what he was exposing her too – knew too that Damian's own particular brand of sadism could elicit submission from even the most defiant of individuals – knew that Damian had been known to break spirits, crush and destroy autonomy and at the same time elicit the most exquisite of surrenders. A graduate of The House (who inextricably bore Damian's signature) was treasured and sought after world-wide – but what they were not known for was an ability to retain any semblance of individuality or personal choice.

And now, two weeks after being handed over to his ministrations, Damian was almost ready for the first time in his long and most illustrious career to admit to failure. 

Even watching S. as she passively allowed herself to be handled and abused, he could sense that strong inner spirit standing firm and untouched.

Taking a deep breath, Damian tightened his grip on the leather handle of the flogger. Nodding to the slave who watched his face attentively, he strode through the crowd towards his trainees as the slave ran to get the rest of the implements.

Lydia had reached the St. Andrews Crosses which were placed in a large alcove at the back of the room. Built specifically to accommodate their impressive size, the alcove was almost entirely composed of glass. Octangular in shape, the three crosses were placed equidistant from each other in a semicircle. Thus, when fully utilized, the slaves tethered to their strong arms had a full and unimpeded view of what was awaiting them as each was clearly visible to the other. Above, the dark sky pressed against the glass ceiling, stars blinking frostily in a tapestry of madness in the muted light. Gas flames flickered in the sconces lining the walls, lending an eerie light to the scene.

The crosses were not standard fare but had been crafted and built by Damian himself. Unlike the workaday models in the basement, whose utilitarian nature were obvious, the ones in the drawing room were built as working showpieces. Damian had chosen mahogany and lovingly and carefully cut and polished each piece until the dark red wood had blazed with depth and richness. At the center joist he had chosen burnished steel, worked carefully in the smithy which lay in the quadrangle at the back of The House, using his in-depth knowledge of ironwork to form his own distinct pattern. The iron tethers were riveted at various intervals on the arms and legs of the great cross to allow for the greatest leeway as well as the most creativity in how the bottoms were to be restrained. These also bore Damian's unique signature – the leather of the cuffs attached to the rings was supple and incredibly, deceivingly soft, masking the steel which lay at the center. Damian did not believe in permanently marking slaves (with the exception of administering a brand) but saw no point in etching permanent scars when smooth lovely skin could so pleasingly be marked time and again. 

Unlike many of his ilk, Damian eschewed the more brutal and outward manifestations of his trade, preferring finesse and subtle, psychological coercion to brute force. But he understood the psychology of his lifestyle and did not discount the theatrical elements which often provided a fillip of excitement to many participants. And, because he was a perfectionist, Damian had to give his very best to whatever task he undertook. In the end, he had entered into the creation of the crosses with enthusiasm and been pleased with the end result.

Now, in the cavernous glittering expanse of the alcove, the crosses gleamed with a rich glow, reflecting the flickering flames in the sconces. A small red leather cushion was placed at the foot of each. 

The keepers led their three charges, one to each cross. There were three tonight. A very handsome male slave brought in by a very experienced domme from San Francisco, a young coffee coloured submissive provided by a epicurean from the Middle East and S.

The male sub brought in by Mistress Lau just a week earlier, was the first to be cuffed. A noted and respected historian, Mistress Lau had a penchant for gladiators, as the Ancient Roman Empire was her chosen field. Like Roman matrons of old, she made excellent use of her "gladiators" – remaining true to historical accuracy as gladiators were indeed slaves and in order to achieve any measure of happiness in life were devoted to their aristocratic mistresses. Gladiatorial sweat and sperm was at one point highly prized as an antidote to infertility and ancient roman aristocratics would often bribe the centurions guarding the gladiators to allow them unfettered access to their favourites.

In a charming nod to this tradition, all of Mistress Lau's subjects were garbed in historically accurate (but slightly altered) versions of ancient dress. Loki, the slave now being cuffed to the left-hand cross, was no exception. His slender feet were encased in flat sandals, with strings which crisscrossed the muscular calves to his knees. Around his chest a stylized leather harness enhanced the flat, rippling stomach and strong shaven chest and allowed his muscular arms freedom of movement. A thick leather belt encircled the taut waist and emphasized the sweet firm sweep of buttock. Below, the heavy prick and full balls swung free.

Loki's waving blond hair was worn longer than would have been the norm during that time period in the Roman empire, but Mistress Lau preferred to have something to tangle her fingers in and tug. Around the strong column of his neck, a heavy studded leather collar with a small silver tag clearly proclaimed his status.

Loki's keeper pulled up and out the slave's muscular arms, securing them at the wrist to the cross. Kicking the slave's legs apart, his keeper bent to wind the leather thongs around the slave's ankles. 

Spread-eagled, pressed against the cross, Loki's head was positioned between the V at the top while his heavy prick dangled just beneath the crux. Stepping back, his keeper admired the luscious sight of his charge completely and utterly helpless. He had tied the wrists securely and a slight trembling in the shoulder blades showed that the strain on Loki's joints was very real. The spread of cross at the bottom meant onlookers had an excellent view not just of the firm buttocks, their tight sweet flesh taut and pulled slightly apart but of the heavy prick which dangled enticingly between the spread legs, drooping below the heavy bag.

Loki trembled slightly, his eyes beneath the blindfold moving frantically. He recognized the feel of his restraint, having been cuffed to similar crosses many times before, but the past week had left him nervous and ill prepared for any more surprises. 

He had agreed to further training in The House at the command of his Mistress who he adored but She had chosen (unlike D.) to absent Herself from The House during his training and he was feeling Her absence cruelly. Also, while he enjoyed pain when inflicted by Her beloved hand, what he had undergone in the past week was beyond anything in his experience.

Now, restrained, still aching from the previous evening's rigorous training, he understood that this, his debut, would require the greatest effort on his part to maintain decorum and make his Mistress proud. But, hanging here, helpless, sore and afraid, he felt horribly bereft.

Loki jumped as a soft hand caressed his buttocks, trailing fingers over the slightly raised welts which marred the otherwise smooth surface. Flinching, Loki fought to remain still. A finger probed firmly between the slightly gaping cheeks, pushing gently but insistently into the tight furled rose of his ass, which already ached from several days of being spread with a plug to increase comfortable access. Against his back, Loki felt the warmth of soft breasts press against his sensitive skin and relaxed slightly. Although he had participated in male on male play before, it was only at his Mistress's insistence, his own preference being unequivocally heterosexual. 

Warm breath trailed along his knotted shoulder blade and a beloved, remembered scent filled his senses. 

"Mistress!" he cried joyously.

"My lovely boy," She purred into his ear. 

"Damian tells me you have been a very good and obedient boy. I am very pleased."

Loki shivered with delight, his bruises forgotten, the travails of the past week dismissed. She was happy! His goddess was pleased with him and he glowed. Now, whatever happened was irrelevant, his beloved Lady was in charity with him, She was close to him and if the gods allowed, he would be with Her tonight.

Although difficult, Loki stood taller, his muscles flexing, the firm buttocks clenching. Leaning his head back, he allowed his tousled blond hair to trail along his shoulder blades. Happily, he felt his Mistress tangle Her beloved fingers in its abundance and tug. Like a puppy, Loki wiggled.

"Damian will administer the flogging, but because you have been such an excellent student, I shall provide the reward myself." His Mistress said into his ear.

Loki was beside himself. Had the earth moved and swallowed him at this moment, he would be happy. He felt the warmth of his beloved leave his back but his senses, intensified by loss of sight, sensed Her moving around the cross. Turning sightless eyes down, he felt Her beloved presence directly in front. 

Loki's heavy penis thickened and began to stiffen at the thought of his Mistress watching him. Then he felt Her firm hand cupping his balls and groaned as She rolled them expertly in long fingers. Pinching the soft globular flesh, feeling the firm egg shaped matter at the centre, Mistress Lau squeezed. Loki whimpered, his prick jerking and thickening as She released them and then began to slap his balls rhythmically and firmly.

Because he was concentrating on the feel of his Mistress cupping and abusing his most delicate flesh, Loki jumped at the first blow of the leather thong. Light as a whisper, the supple tongues of the tooled leather flogger flittered along the flesh of his back, barely touching, hinting a promise of what was to come. Again it came, a sweet supple caress of flesh, the steel tipped fronds barely stinging. Below, his Mistress caressed the heavy drooping balls, then ran expert fingers along the pale thickening shaft of her slave.

Damian stood tall and dark around 4 feet from his victim. In his hand the leather tooled flogger was a an art form as he expertly plied it against the sensitive skin of the slave's back, trailing sweet trails of heat from the shoulder blades down to the firm buttocks. Almost imperceptibly, he began to stroke harder, patterning an intricate quilting of colour and texture along the human canvas.

Keeping in rhythm with Damian, Mistress Lau manipulated and deliciously tortured the now throbbing member of her slave, pausing to admire the thick pale shaft, the purple head and to cup the balls which now began to tighten. 

Loki, his eyes useless behind the blindfold calmed as the familiar feel of the whip caressed him. His mind flitted and then quietened as sensation flooded through the nerves of his body from the tip of his neck to the sweet, intense ache in his prick. Onlookers murmured appreciatively as the straining arms quietened, then drooped, the slave now held up almost entirely by the restraints which bound him to the cross. Sweetly, his body a mass of sensation, Loki slipped into sub-space.

Sensing his capitulation, Damian tightened his grip. A whistle and suddenly sensation flamed along Loki's back as Damian snapped the flogger, its long tongues flicking hard and quick just beneath the shoulder blades. Loki gasped, as even deep within his quiet mind he felt the leather tongues licking at his already abraded flesh with abandon, nerve endings waking and protesting. Deep within his psyche, endorphins began to pump, flooding his body and subtly exerting their siren call to his soul. Pain became pleasure and sighing, the slave sank deeper.

Again, Damian's strong hand wielded the flogger expertly, this time striking the fleshy buttocks, raising a lovely welt which bloomed pink as the sibilant whisper of the tongues fed at Loki's flesh.

Loki groaned, exquisite pain flaring along his spine as Damian brought the flogger down on the fleshy pads just below his shoulders. Needle play the night before had left that area extremely sensitive. Gasping, he felt a soft mouth envelop his stiffening penis. Unbelievably, he realized his Mistress was herself sucking his lowly prick!

For a moment, pulled from his special deep reverie, Loki almost panicked. Although Mistress had occasionally been inclined to suckle his very unworthy cock, the occasions were far and few between and often did not include him actually coming. But the combination of the harsh flogging against his back and buttocks, the feel of his Mistress's tongue against the aching shaft of his penis and the knowledge that onlookers were taking this all in served to create an unbearable excitement within him. 

His cock was throbbing and felt as stiff as the iron bar which lay cold against his belly. Unconsciously, he flexed his back, clenching the muscles as he heard the whistle of the flogger cut the air behind him.

Loki's breath stopped for a moment as Mistress deep throated him, the spongy tip of his prick tickling the back of Her beloved throat. Helplessly, he felt precum oozing from the purpled tip to drip upon Her tongue while deep within his testicles he felt an explosion simmering. 

He waited, his attention torn between waiting for the next blow to strike his back and the unbelievably erotic feel of his Mistress' mouth now moving up and down his engorged shaft.

Suddenly, ,without warning, a sharp, stinging pain exploded down his spine and he realized that Damian had changed tactics. He wasn't sure what he was being whipped with, but the pain was immediate and dramatic and quite wonderful and Loki's entire body stiffened as his brain signalled its distress and exploded endorphins into his body.

A collective sigh arose from the onlookers who crowded around the first of the slaves to be whipped. The skin of the boy's back bloomed a deep pink, criss crossed by minute slender threads of crimson. In front, the boy's domme sat on the small footstool, her lips enveloping the long thick white shaft of his penis, Her fingers cupping and squeezing the heavy, tight balls.

Damian stood, straight and dark at the boy's back, approximately 3 feet behind him. In his leather gloved hand was a dressage riding crop, deceivingly simple, the stock long and slender and the actual whip a mere 6 inches. With an experienced hand, Damian brought the crop down on the boy's buttocks yet again, a thin red line blossomed, then slowly, deepened as ruby red blood welled up slowly. Again he brought the whip down and then again, a pattern slowly emerging, a criss-cross of diamonds, equidistant and equal in size. 

Turning slightly, adjusting his angle, he swept the crop up between the outstretched legs, barely stinging the sensitive delicate skin of the perineum. 

Loki groaned as he felt the kiss of the whip between his thighs. Helplessly, he felt his balls pull deep into his groin. His back and buttocks flamed hot, the cool air of the alcove intensifying the sensation of heat. His prick throbbed and ached, its long thick shaft first cool then unbelievably warm as his beloved Mistress slid Her luscious lips down its throbbing length.

"Mistress," he gasped, "I don't know if I can control myself!"

Loki's Mistress controlled when he was allowed to cum and now, when She was so pleased with him, he was miserably afraid he was going to anger Her.

"You may cum," she said, purring.

Hearing those beloved words, at the same moment Loki felt Damian's expert hand wield the crop yet again and along his inner thighs he felt the sweet drip of blood. Yelling, he felt the cum boil up and surge through the thick heavy shaft of his cock to explode in a long salty stream into his Mistress' mouth. Expertly, Mistress Lau drank Her slave's essence, Her tongue teasing at the slit of the spongy tip as his throbbing prick jerked and spat its load into Her willing mouth.

A collective gasp rose from the crowd as they watched Loki's prick jerk and spurt while the crimson pattern on his back and buttocks bloomed and bled minute drips, creating a canvass both captivating and frightening. 

From her vantage point, to the right of Loki, standing beside the center cross, S. could see his mouth working and his body writhing. She had watched as Damian whipped him savagely and marvelled at how Loki seemed to drink it in; not just tolerating but accepting and desiring it. She had watched as his Mistress enveloped the thick prick in Her mouth and recognized the expert manipulation of this experienced domme as She forever linked in Her slave's mind, pain and unbelievable pleasure.

Outwardly calm, S. felt her insides twist as she wondered if she was next. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and sought comfort in deep within, summoning her beloved's face, conjuring up the feel of his sweet hands and the touch of his lips. Calmer, she opened her eyes and met Damian's burning gaze.

He stood directly in front of her, the whip hanging loosely from his leather clad hand, his long spare figure gaunt and yet strangely compelling. His eyes were a deep almost navy blue, cold and intense and S. felt as if her own green orbs were being cut with needles as she silently fought to keep calm. Outwardly successful, forcing her gaze to remain unwavering and calm, inside her chest she felt her heart thumping wildly and knew that a telltale pulse jumped at her throat.

His eyes still locked on hers, Damian motioned to the waiting house slaves to remove Loki, who exhausted and depleted, sagged against his restraints. Carefully, the two men gently untethered the almost unconscious slave, supporting the dead weight and then carefully placing him face down on the waiting gurney.

Mistress Lau stood, a red tongue flicking out to sip at the drops of cum which had escaped from between the red lips. Like a cat, her tongue lapped and stretching with feline grace, she yawned, showing tiny straight teeth and a pink throat, shiny with the remnants of sperm.

Striding to the gurney, she ran long crimson tipped fingers along her slave's leaking back, flicking blood droplets and purring as she gently felt the welts. A conscientious Mistress, she motioned to the slaves to follow as she preferred to do all after-care herself.