Party Time/Party Time.iso/pt/story/bd.txt

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BD.TXT----A very spicey story indeed.

    Recently I had an experience that was a variation from the
norm for me that I would like your readers to share.
     I was at a rock'n'roll concert when I met them.  I am 6'2"
tall, and have been lifting weights for a few years.  I think I'm
in pretty good shape, and so did the two identical blonde
beauties that had the seats in front of me.  They were both 5'7"
tall, about 120 lbs, with 35-22-33 figures.  Both wore white
jumpsuits, which really accentuated their wonderful figures.  I
passed them a joint and struck up a conversation.  Before I knew
it, we were on our way out together, and my buddies were very
envious.
     I had ridden with one of my pals, so Suzy and Sally took me
back to their townhouse in their van.  It was totally fixed up,
with a raised roof, captain's chairs front and back, and one of
the best sounding stereos I'd ever heard.  As we parked out in
front of their place and finished another joint, Suzy said to me,
"I bet this is a dream come true for you, coming home with both
of us like this, isn't it?"
     "I have to admit that I'd have been smiling all day if I
knew it was going to happen," I said.
     "Some more of your dreams may come true, but you have to
agree to play by our rules, or not at all.  Do you agree?"
     "Sure.  I agree," I answered, sensing even more that I was
in for a really good time.
     The inside of their townhome was done all in white; carpets,
couches, bookcases, lamps.  It was really quite impressive, and I
told them so.  "We think you're pretty impressive, too, and we'd
like to see you pose some of your muscles," said Sally.
          I happily obliged; flexing my powerful muscles. "You're
very strong," they both agreed, and I smiled.  First one, and
then the other gave me a deep french kiss.  My seven inch muscle
was so hard it throbbed, and as Suzy ran her hand lightly over my
crotch, she said, "Remember your promise?  Put your hands behind
your back, and hold still."  When I did as I was told, Sally
handcuffed my hands together.  "Now pull down my zipper, with
your teeth!"
     I gladly knelt down in front of her, taking her jumpsuit
zipper in my mouth, and slowly worked it down over her body,
loving the smell of her, feeling her heat.  She had no bra on,
and I playfully ran my nose between her twin mounds as I passed
them, only letting go when the zipper reached its end at her
crotch.  I remember kneeling there, a huge smile on my face, her
lovebox inches from my face, when my arms were pulled up sharply
behind me, and a foot pressed against the center of my back
forced me to crash face first on the floor, suddenly in pain.  My
arms felt like they were being pulled out of their sockets as
Sally pushed them higher, and I cried out in pain, trying to get
away.  Sally quickly grabbed my balls with her other hand, and
ordered me to be still.  I laid quietly, and very still on the
floor, very much aware of the perils I faced if I disobeyed her.
My arms and balls hurt like hell.
     Suzy laughed as she ran from the room, and in a moment came
back and put a thick leather collar around my neck.  Sally
twisted my balls a little more as she let my arms down, only so
that Suzy could attach the handcuff chain to a short chain
dangling from the back of the collar.  My arms were once again
pulled up tight behind my back, and now I felt the pressure on my
neck, also.  Suzy quickly attached two ankle straps to me, and
hooked their rings together with another short piece of chain.
Only then did Sally release her death grip on my family jewels.
     I heard them both laugh above me as I struggled in my bonds,
realizing how effectively these two relatively puny girls had
confined me, and I was no longer sure I was in for a good time.
     "That's right," one of them said, "let's see you flex all
those muscles."  They both laughed again.
     "We've both dreamed and planned for this night for a long
time," Suzy told me.  "I hope you're as strong as you look,
because you're going to need every ounce of it."
     "Let me go!" I shouted, only to hear both of them laugh
again, and then I was blindfolded.
     They made me crawl into the garage, which they had fixed up
for their 'special' night.  I felt a snap clip attached to the
front of my collar, and I was pulled to my feet.  They attached
more chains to my ankle straps, and pulled my legs far apart,
then hooked ropes to my wrists, unhooked the handcuffs, and
pulled my hands far over my head.  Then they took off the
blindfold, and laughed again as I surveyed the room.  It was an
S&M heaven, with all types of restraining devices, tables, and
chains suspended from the ceiling.  I knew I was in trouble.
     "If you let me go now," I told them in as masculine and
powerful a voice as I could, "I won't hurt you when I get loose."
They both just laughed at me.  "Otherwise I'm going to beat your
fucking asses when I do!"  They laughed even harder.
     They each produced a pair of scissors from a set of drawers,
and Sally said, "Let's see what we've got here."  To my horror
they proceeded to cut my clothes off of me.  I tried to struggle,
but I was helpless and they just laughed even harder.  I watched
as my shirt fell to the floor in shreds, then my designer jeans.
I had worn sandals, and even these were cut off of me.  Soon I
stood in only my briefs and my leather belt.  Unlike other
stories I have read in your magazine, I didn't have a hard-on at
all, I was much too frightened.  As the cold scissors slid into
my last stitch of clothing, I whimpered like a baby, afraid of
what those scissors could do, and closed my eyes as my ruined
jockey shorts fell to the floor.
     "Not bad," I heard them say as they walked around me.  I
opened my eyes as Sally took my cock in her hand, stroking it
softly.  "He doesn't seem to be having much fun yet.  Maybe we
can change that."  I couldn't help but respond as she expertly
fondled my pride and joy, and her sister slowly stepped out of
her jumpsuit, revealing her exquisite body, clad only in sheer
white bikini panties.  Then she came to me and rubbed her tits
all over me as she kissed me deeply again, and took over where
her sister left off, so that she too could strip.
    My cock stood straight out from my body as they blindfolded
me again.  They laughed as I winced, feeling my testicles pushed
into a small leather sack, which was snugly tied at the top.
"Ouch!" I cried as they attached a weight to it, pulling my
helpless balls toward the floor.
     "C'mon weightlifter, lift this weight," Suzy chided.  "Don't
go away, we'll be right back," she said, and they laughed all the
way from the room.
     I stood there for what seemed an eternity, wondering what
they were going to do to me, even if I would live.  My balls
didn't hurt, but the weight on them was a constant reminder of
what had been done to me, as if my bonds weren't enough.  I tried
with all my strength, but I couldn't free myself from their
chains.  Finally I heard them come back into the room.
     When they took off my blindfold, I couldn't help but be
impressed with them both.  They were identically dressed, except
Suzy wore red, and Sally wore black.  They each had on a corset,
laced tightly in the back, with half cups for their gorgeous
tits, which stuck out firmly, their big nipples protruding from
dark aureoles.  At the bottom of the corsets were garters that
held up their net stockings, and they had matching five inch
heels.  Both had snow white bushes on their pussies, and
perfectly round asses.  My cock jumped a little just at the sight
of them.
     "From now on," Sally told me, "you will address both of us
as Mistress.  You will not speak without our permission, nor do
anything else without our express permission.  But understand,
you are here to serve us.  Do you understand, fully?"
     I looked at my two beautiful twin captors, and realized I
could be in for a really good time, after all.  "Yes," I
answered.
     "Yes, what?" she shouted at me.
     "Yes, Mistress," I said.
    "That will cost you," Suzy said.  "Every time you displease
us, it will cost you, do you understand?"
     "Yes, Mistress."
     "Good.  You must have noticed that we left your belt on you.
We did that for a two reasons.  First, we wondered why it was so
thick, when it wasn't really even needed to hold up your pants.
We wanted you to feel it against your skin.  Second, you
threatened to 'beat our fucking asses,' if we didn't let you go
earlier.  I think you would have used that thick belt on us, so
we're going to use it on you, for just that same purpose.  You
will also learn who are the bosses, and who is the slave!"
     I struggled in vain as Sally shoved a ball gag in my mouth,
tying it around my head, and Suzy unbuckled my belt.  I watched
in the full length mirror in front of me as Suzy stepped behind
me, and began whipping me with my own belt!  My ass and the back
of my thighs were on fire as she used the full swing of her arm
to hit me, and even though tears were coming down my face, my
cock was growing hard!
     "I think he likes it," Sally commented to her sister as she
squeezed my hard-on.  They then took out the gag, and made me
promise to be their slave, and to do everything they said,
without question.  I didn't want to, but Suzy kept running the
belt over my flesh as they told me what to say.
     They then attached another belt around my waist, and one at
a time let my arms down, only to have them strapped securely to
the belt.  Then they freed my legs, and ordered me to my knees.
First one, and then the other stepped in front of me and allowed
me to lick her pussy, instructing me exactly how they liked it
done.  I have always loved to eat pussy, and both of these were
juicy delights.  I realized that if my slavery consisted of lots
of this, I would be a happy slave.  I had to bring each of them
to an orgasm, using only my tongue.  It was a pleasure.
     When each had come, they ordered me to crawl over to a mat
on the floor.  They chained me spread eagle on it, then put a
large blanket over my entire body.  It had a hole in it, however,
large enough for my cock and balls to stick through.  They took
the leather sack off my balls, and after threatening severe
punishment, took turns riding my cock for their enjoyment.  I'm
not made of steel, and I try as I might, the feeling of their
tight, hot pussies finally made me come.  I cried out beforehand,
and whoever was riding me quickly got off.  They specifically
didn't want me to come inside of them.  My cock shot a long, hot
load of come into something they put under it.  Then they
uncovered me, and told me they were angry I had come without
permission, and that I would have to pay for it.
     They had me crawl over to an old fashioned stock, which they
put my head and wrists into, so that I was bent over at the
waist, parallel to the floor.  Then they put a four foot leg
spreader on me, leaving me helpless.
     "When the settlers first arrived in Salem, this was how they
punished their women.  As you can see, you can't see behind you.
Then at night those hypocritical men would come and have their
way with her, and she would be as helpless as you are to stop it.
     "Sally, didn't he say he would 'beat our fucking asses?'"
     "I do believe that's what he said," Sally agreed.
     Suzy stepped in front of me, and I started to protest
loudly, seeing the nine inch dildo strapped around her waist, and
knowing what she was going to do with it.  She silenced me by
forcing it into my mouth, making me 'suck her cock.'  I felt
Sally running her hands lightly across my buttocks, and in
between the crack.  She then stepped around in front of me, also
wearing a 'cock' that I had to suck.  As I did, Suzy stepped
behind me, and greased my virgin ass.   I pleaded with them to
stop, but a moment later I felt the stiff rubber cock at my anus,
and slowly but surely, she pushed it inside!
     It hurt like hell at first, but soon I relaxed my sphincter
muscles as my Mistress fucked my ass.  Tears were running down my
cheeks as they humiliated me, fucking me with one while I sucked
the other.  They took turns fucking me, then, and I wondered what
kind of man I was, because I began to like it!
      Finally, Sally said, "Now we can really 'beat his fucking
ass,' can't we?"
     I felt the riding crops slap down hard on my ass, and I
shook my hips back and forth, trying in vain to escape it.  They
had left a dildo sticking deep inside me as they did to me what I
had threatened to do to them.  Although tears streamed down my
face, my cock was as hard as it had ever been, and I was very
excited.
     They freed one of my hands, and ordered me to jerk myself
off.  They let the riding crops run up and down my legs, and
across my back as I stroked my meat.  I felt the dildo moving in
and out again, and finally I cried out as the biggest orgasm of
my life shook me, making me very dizzy and weak at the knees.
     When I was done coming, my Mistresses walked around in front
of me holding my come from both orgasms in a bowl, and made me
lick up every drop.
     They released me from the stock, only to attach my hands to
the belt again, and made me piss in a bottle.
     I was then tied back down on the mat, and the blanket was
again put over me, with my cock and balls sticking through.  I
was told I could sleep.
     For the rest of that weekend, my two beautiful twin
mistresses used and abused me, making me wear girl's underwear as
they took pictures, and teaching me that all my strength was
nothing to them.
     They dropped me off in front of my apartment late Sunday
night in a bra and panties, and luckily no one saw me run inside.
     They took my number, and I have gone back three times, each
time getting better and better.  Last time they invited seven of
their girlfriends, and I had to wait on all of them in bra and
panties, servicing their every desire, accepting every stroke of
their whips.
     I love both my mistresses, and I am their slave.  Next
weekend I have promised to bring an unsuspecting friend with me,
and I know just the one.  He is a real chauvinist, and I'm sure
my mistresses will teach him the error of his ways, no matter how
much it hurts him.