Date: Tue, 5 Feb 2013 12:49:28 -0600
From: Karl Austerlitz <karlausterlitz@gmail.com>
Subject: A Rich Man's Party Favor

A RICH MAN'S PARTY FAVOR
By Karl Austerlitz
karlausterlitz@gmail.com

When I was 18 years old I began a relationship with an old dominant man who
trained me to be his total sub.  After a few months he persuaded me to meet
five of his friends at a small party at a house in River Oaks, the
wealthiest subdivision in town.

The house was nestled away on a heavily wooded three-acre palatial estate
at the end of a private drive stretching a third of a mile from the public
street.  The estate was surrounded on three sides by a bayou.  Across the
bayou were the rolling golf greens of the local country club.

We arrived at the entrance to the private drive and were waved through by
an off-duty police officer working undoubtedly one of the easiest and
best-paid security jobs in Houston.  We drove up the half mile street and
around to the back of the mansion where several high-end luxury and sports
cars were already parked.  Outside the car Master told me to strip. I left
all my clothes in his car and stood there naked awaiting his next
instruction.  He then fitted me with a men's C-string panty.  It was pink
and lacy, just barely covered my crotch, and is designed to be worn without
any strings going around the wearer's waist.  It has to be seen to be
believed.

"Bend over," he said.

I complied.  I felt him rub some lubricant into my hole, so I relaxed and
allowed his fingers to penetrate me.  He then inserted a fox tail butt plug
into my hole.  I clenched my ass muscles around it and straightened up.  It
was not at all uncomfortable, and it felt sexy to stand there with my new
tail.

He then placed a blindfold over my eyes, a black leather collar around my
neck, and a black leather leash to the collar.  He led me inside.  I
followed behind him like a puppy, which I pretty much was at that point.

He led me to a living room with pleasant, classical music (Dvo?ák)
playing in the background.

"Hello, gentlemen," said Master as he led me into the middle of the room.
All conversation stopped as heads turned and lustful eyeballs roamed over
my young teen male body.  I stood five feet eight inches, and weighed about
130 pounds.  I had short light brown hair and sharp facial features
reflecting my Northern European ancestry.  Alas, my upper body had not yet
developed, and I had not yet sprouted chest hair, but my svelte body was
toned from a daily routine of cycling and swimming.  My hips were small
and, well, boyish (as one would expect.)  When I first met Master, I had
considered my build too thin, but the first time I stripped and stood
before his inspection, he said it was exactly what he was looking for.

I had started growing pubic hair when I was 13, and had had a full thatch
of brown furr on my crotch by the time I had met Master, but he insisted
that I keep my pubic area hairless, and so I shaved it daily and regularly
used Nair to keep it smooth.  Combined with my build and lack of chest
hair, it had the effect of making me look a few years younger than my
actual age.  Master would sometimes tease me about how young I looked.

So the men were all fully clothed while I stood there naked except for the
small patch of fabric covering my cock and balls and fox tail.  Being naked
in a room full of fully clothed strangers is humiliating beyond belief.  It
is also, in my case, extremely arousing.  I stood before them naked,
blushing and erect, and ready to take the plunge.  I wagged my tail just a
little bit.

I heard them rise from their seats and approach as Master said something
like, "I have decided to share my pet with you."  He proceeded to tell them
everything about me as if I were not even in the room, revealing my deep
dark secrets, telling them about I had confessed to him about fantasizing
about sexually serving an older man since I was ten years old.  He told
them how we met, and how he had taught me to properly my body for sex with
men.  (Enemas and lots of lubricant in case you're wondering.)

"I trained his boy to be my obedient little slave pussy," said
Master. "Isn't that right," he said, slapping me on the ass.

"Yes, Daddy, it's true," I said.

The gang of rich horny chickenhawks gathered around closer and began
touching and pawing me.  One man rubbed my chest and started pinching my
nipples. I felt hands stroking my pubic area.  I felt one press his mouth
on mine.  It made me even hotter to know that little old me had that effect
on Master's friends.

"Hey guys, check it out, he shaves it bare," said one as he stroked my
pubic area made smooth from repeated defoliation treatments.

"Yes," said Master. "I've trained him to keep it shaved."

I felt hands fondling my balls, hands stroking my cock, hands rubbing my
pubic area, hands squeezing my balls, and hands rubbing my ass.  I felt a
fingertip insert itself into my clean wet hole.  I felt mouths on my body,
my neck, my nipples, and my mouth.  One mouth engulfed erect penis and
began to suck me, giving me the most extraordinary feeling.

I stood still and offered no resistance for I was Master's plaything for
him to do with as he pleased.  If he wanted to share his horny young slave
boy with his rich friends, how could I object?  My role in the relationship
was to please Master. That's what I was good at, that's what I enjoyed.  I
especially enjoyed pleasuring Master before an audience.

"He's especially good at sucking cock," said Master. "And he loves sucking
an older man's cock more than just about anything in the world."

"Let's see, show us!" said one of the men.

Master pushed me to my knees. I heard him unzip his pants and felt his cock
pressing against my lips.

"Now suck your Master's cock, bitch," he said.

I parted my lips and took the tip of his cock into my mouth. I swirled my
tongue around the head of his engorged cock and tasted the pre-cum oozing
from it.  I took his cock deeper into my mouth as I started moaning with
delight.  I could practically feel the temperature in that room rise as the
men standing around watched me perform fellatio on Master.  I deep-throated
Master, turned on the suction, and swirled my tongue around the base of his
cock.

"Yes, my little slave pussy, that's how I like it," said Master.  After
three more minutes Master's cock exploded in cum in my mouth.  I heard more
pants being unzipped amidst cries of "I want a turn."

For the next solid hour they took turns fucking my mouth.  The first man
after Master had a really fat sausage of a cock that barely fit into my
mouth.  It must have been eight inches long and had a diameter of two and a
half inches at the base.  Aware of his massive endowment, he held my head
in his hands and was careful not to gag me with it.  His balls were also
huge, and made me think of two avocados.  Finally he came, and came, and
came.  His sperm rushed out faster than I could gulp it down.

The next man's cock was uncircumcised.  I tightened my lips and pushed the
foreskin back with my tongue and lips.  I paid special attention to the tip
of his cock, knowing that he would be particularly sensitive.  He liked to
hold my head still and fuck my mouth.  My tongue danced on the head and
underside of his cock until he shuddered in ecstasy, and let loose a
torrent of semen in my mouth, down my throat.

The next cock was long and flexible and easy for me to swallow deep into my
throat.  After months of practice with Master, I had managed to conquer my
gag reflex, a skill that was highly appreciated in that crowd.  When this
fourth man came, his cock was pressed so far down my throat and I didn't
even have a chance to taste his cum.  He shot it directly into my stomach
and he tightly clenched my head, my lips locked around the base of his
cock.  And after he came, he clearly didn't want to let go. He kept his
cock in my mouth as it slowly shrunk back to size as I continued to suck
out every drop.  Finally he sighed, and withdrew his cock.

Two more cocks to go, I thought, but my young mouth was not at all tired.
Bring it on!

Cock number five continuously oozed pre-cum, giving it a really nice
flavor.  As I sucked his cock I also massaged his balls, so eager was I for
his juice.  This man put one hand on the back of my head as the other hand
cupped my chin as he pumped my mouth.  I could tell that his orgasm
depended on finding just the right rhythm, and holding it.  I made sure to
match his rhythm, and after a few minutes I could tell that he was on the
cusp of an orgasm, so that's when I turned on the vacuum.  He moaned loudly
as a river of cum washed passed my greedy lips and across my tongue. I
frantically gulped down his delicious cream with glee.

Each one came in turn.  One after another reached orgasm in my mouth and
shot his cum down my throat.  and eagerly sucked out as much spunk as I
could from each cum hose.

After the last man blew his load down my throat, Master removed the
blindfold from my eyes so that I could for the first time actually see the
faces of the men whose cocks I had just sucked. There were five men sitting
comfortably in the various sofas and chairs around the room, sipping Scotch
or wine. They ranged in age from 45 to 60 years.  One was a surgeon
recognized in his field, pouring a drink for a police detective who was
chatting with a district court judge.  One was an oil executive, and the
last was manager of his own investment portfolio. They all looked happy and
content.

Master led me on hands and knees to a bedroom, gave me a tall whiskey
drink, and told me to drink it down and take a nap. He would call me when
they were ready to play some more.

I gulped down the whiskey. In the next room I heard someone switch on a TV
to a sports game, and drifted off to sleep.

***END OF PART 1***