Date: Sat, 7 Aug 1999 00:45:03 EDT
From: EBayBarber@aol.com
Subject: TKE: Chapter 16

Chapter 16:  I Get Presents

Soon I felt a strange weight running from between my tits down the center of 
my chest and following my treasure trail (if I hadn't shaved it off) and 
ending just above my cock.  A minute later and someone was taking off my 
blindfold.  Finally I could see the eight hot naked bucks who had been 
ravaging my body.  And hot, indeed, did they look!  Eight choice specimens of 
jock college guys (well, actually seven; Brad was the old guy in the bunch.  
He was almost 28.  But he looked younger, like 23 or 24.)  

My cock sprung to life yet again.  I felt it poking into something creamy.  
That reminded me to look down at my chest.  Someone (Brad, I found out later) 
had baked a cake in the shape of a cock and balls.  It was maybe three inches 
across and about as high for the "cock" part, which was a foot long or so.  
Each "ball" was a mound of whipped cream icing on top of cake, maybe four 
inches in diameter.  Along the length of the cock Brad had written "Happy 
Birthday Ian."

All the guys were standing around looking at it, not sure what was happening 
next.  Brad came back holding a bunch of narrow candles maybe four or five 
inches long, like Hanukkah candles, if you know what I mean.  He took a 
lighter and got a few of them lit, then handed them to Jeff, who seemed to 
know what to do with them.  As Jeff put a row of five lit candles neatly 
centered down the cock part of the cake he said, "What would a birthday cake 
be without candles?  Here's twenty-one [my age] plus one to grow on."

The other guys starting making comments about where the rest of the candles 
should go.  "You're catching on," Jeff said.  With that he put a candle into 
the SIDE of the cake, so the wax dripped on one side of my chest.  Ouch!  Not 
heavy pain, just a sharp pain as the wax hit my skin and immediately 
hardened.  Jeff put the next lit candle on the other side of the cake.  
Pretty soon there were five lit candles down each side of the cake, each 
making a pinprick of pain on my chest as the wax dripped.

"That's fifteen of them," Jeff said.  "Now two for each tit ought to do it.  
But first we should probably move these out of the way.  Can somebody help 
me?"  Someone's eager hands reached forwarded and snapped the tit clamps off 
my tits.  I gave a cry of pain as the blood filled my poor, sore tits.  

"Well, now that's out of the way," Jeff remarked.  He carefully pushed 
candles into the ends of the "cock head" part of the cake.  Two of them were 
aimed to splatter their hot wax on each of my tits.  I groaned in pain, but 
my cock gave me away-it twitched at the sensations of the wax dripping on my 
sides and now my tits.

"I have three more candles," Jeff said.  "I want to place these VERY 
carefully."  He did.  He stuck them into the "balls" of the cake.  I soon 
gave a cry of pain as the first drop of hot was hit my left testicle.  Then 
another drop hit my right one.  Then I felt a drop of wax running down the 
top of my cock until it hardened.  "Now, doesn't that look nice?"  Jeff 
stepped back to admire his work.  The other guys applauded.

Brad said, "First we're going to tell you about your presents.  Then you can 
blow out your candles."  Brad turned to the other guys and said, "Who wants 
to go first?"

Vance said, "I will."  He held up the blindfolds in front of me and said, 
"Happy birthday, Ian.  I hope you like them.  By the way, I tried them on and 
they fit ME very well.  They also fit Kurt."  I said my thanks.

Blaine held up the dildo which had gone up my ass in the van.  "Here's MY 
present, Ian.  I don't know if it will fit me, I've never tried it."  He 
grinned and added, "It's only a little bit bigger than Jeff, and HE fit me."  
I thanked Blaine for the gift.  It was my third dildo, but you can never have 
too many of them.

Jeff held up the ball stretcher.  "I know you like your balls worked on.  I 
don't WANT to know if this will fit mine."  Jeff then looked around.  Rob was 
close and Jeff managed to grab his balls.  "Hey, they'd probably fit Rob's.  
Want me to try?"

Rob said, "No thanks, not tonight."  Besides, they're Ian's.  Shouldn't HE be 
the one to see if they fit me?"  In case you're wondering, they did fit Rob.  
But that, as they say, is another story.

"As long as I have the stage," Rob said, "Let me tell you about our gift."  
He pointed to the fleece-lined cuffs around my ankles.  These are from Kurt, 
Randy and me.  And so are these," he added, pulling at the fleece-lined cuffs 
which still secured my wrists to the chains holding up the sling I was on.  
"And so is the ankle spreader.  The guy in the sex shop said they'd be a hit."

"And they are!" I gushed.  "I can't wait to try them all on YOU the next time 
I shave you."  Rob glared at me.  "Oops," I said, "I wasn't supposed to 
mention our little adventure, was I?"  I turned around and looked at the 
other guys.  "You won't tell, will you?"  They of course winked and said, "No 
way," and "Nope."  I certainly never heard them tell anyone, although Blaine 
DID ask me to do to him what I'd done to Rob.  Now, THAT was fun.

Ford held up the tit clamps.  "I got you these.  It looked like you enjoyed 
them."  "They were nice," I replied.  "I can't wait to try them on you!  Too 
bad you didn't get adjustable ones!"

Everyone looked at Brad, to see what he'd gotten me.  Brad held up three 
small plastic boxes.  "One of these is for you, whichever one you like."  
Each box held a gold ring in a different size or thickness.  Only Brad and I 
seemed to know what they were for.  "You got the job!" I exclaimed.

"Yes," said Brad.  "I've been doing it for a few months."  "I'm quite good at 
it, the shop owner says," Brad added, modestly.  The other guys looked at 
Brad, so he exclaimed, "I do piercings at that shop downtown.  It's fun!  And 
Ian sort of wanted a piercing, so I brought a selection of rings for him to 
choose."  Brad turned to me.  "Which one do you want?" he said, holding the 
boxes closer for me to examine.

I looked at them.  "The one in the middle looks like a good size to start 
with.  Not too thick, and not too big around."

Brad nodded.  "That's the one I thought you'd choose.  I like it, too.  After 
the cake I'll put it on you."  My cock twitched when he said that.  It even 
started hardening.  Brad looked around and said, "You'll see.  Now, how about 
if we all have some of the cake?"

I said, "Can I blow out the candles?  They're not doing much good, now."  And 
they weren't; my tits were well covered with piles of wax, as were the spots 
on my sides under the candles.  As for my balls, well, they kept on jumping 
and twitching, so new spots kept on getting hit with the hot wax.

Blaine said, "I guess so.  See how many you can blow out.  That's how many 
guys'll participate in your grand finale."

I took several deep breaths, then leaned forward as best I could.  First I 
blew out the two candles dripping on each of my tits, then the candles 
closest to me on either side of the cake and on top.  That was seven candles; 
one more and everyone would be participating in my final fling, whatever was 
planned.  I blew hard and got two more down the middle of the cake, then 
twisted my neck and got the other four down one side.  I still had breadth to 
do the other side.  With the last of my breath I got the remaining candles on 
top of the cake.  Now all that were left were the ones dripping wax onto my 
cock and balls.  No way I could reach them, so I gave up.  "Well, I blew out 
enough candles that you all have to participate twice!" I said to Blaine.

Jeff saw that I hadn't been able to reach the candles dripping wax on my cock 
and balls and told me, "Don't worry, we'll blow those remaining candles out 
for you.  Just as soon as we finish eating this cake."  He grinned wickedly 
at me, then leaned forward and gave my balls a not-so-playful squeeze.  God, 
that felt great!

Brad came forward with forks for everyone as the guys pulled the candles out 
of the cake.  Rob and Kurt looked at each other, then Rob said, "Why the hell 
not?"  He then undid the cuff around my right wrist and handed me a fork.  
"Eat up," he said.

I stuck the fork into the cake and took the first mouthful.  With that, 
everyone started digging in.  It felt strange as the forks scraped along my 
belly.  Sort of erotic.  At least my cock appreciated it.  Soon the cake was 
gone, all but the balls.  Blaine gave an exaggerated sigh and pulled out the 
candles which had still be dripping wax onto my cock and balls.  He blew them 
out and set them down.  The guys dug in and soon only crumbs and dabs of 
icing decorated my chest.  Oh, and the occasional pile of wax.

Brad said, "Clean him up good, while I go get my supplies."  As Brad left, 
the other guys picked up towels and started wiping the cake and icing from my 
chest.  Then one of them attacked the wax on one of my tits.  Another worked 
at the wax on my sides.  Jeff, of course, attacked the wax on my balls.  Or, 
more correctly, he attacked my balls, sometimes managing to get some wax off. 
 After a couple of minutes, Vance pushed him out of the way.  "Here, let me 
do that," he said.  Vance was a lot gentler with my jewels.

I was just about clean by the time Brad came back.  "His hand is still free," 
Brad commented.  Soon it wasn't.  Then he said, "Help me adjust the sling so 
his ass is up in the air more."  With many hands to make light of the work, 
my body was soon adjusted.  Per Brad's instructions, the chains holding my 
legs had been adjusted so my legs were wider apart, my ass more vulnerable.  
Since I knew what was coming, I wasn't worried.

Brad walked over to the wall and flipped a switch.  A spotlight highlighted 
some of my best features.  It would also make it easier for Brad to see what 
he was doing.  Brad carried a small table back with him and spread out his 
supplies.  Then he got to work.

First Brad cleaned up my cock and balls and perineum thoroughly with soap and 
lots of water and a bunch of towels.  Then he wiped me down with alcohol, 
then some other disinfectants.  Then he held up a small marker and a dental 
pick, which he used to point to a spot on my perineum.  "Here?"  Brad asked 
me.

"Maybe a little bit closer to my balls," I suggested.  By then it had dawned 
on some of them, the gay ones at least, what was going on.  Brad was going to 
pierce me for a guiche.  THAT was his birthday present.  Well, THAT and the 
$50 or more gold ring he was going to insert in the skin behind my balls.

Brad pointed again and I nodded.  He then marked the spots where he'd make 
the holes.  He picked up a couple of other instruments, one to stretch and 
hold the skin, the other….  I felt a prick, then another.  Then it was all 
over.  I looked down my body to see a golden ring shining from between my 
legs.  Brad leaned over me and kissed me on the lips.  "Happy birthday, 
birthday boy," he said.  "Wear it in good health."

After the other guys had examined my new jewelry, Brad dabbed at it with more 
antiseptic, then covered it with gauze and a small bandage.  Then he moved 
the table with his tools out of the way and said, "It's time for us to give 
you your final birthday present.  Since you took care of us, it's time for us 
to take care of you.  All at once!"  Brad turned to the others and said, 
"Help me lower his ass again, closer to the floor."  A couple of adjustments 
were made then he said, "Okay, that's good."  My body was once again sort of 
parallel to the floor.

I guess most of the brothers knew what was happening, because they soon 
gathered around me.  I felt my cock growing with anticipation.  Blaine 
positioned himself to one side and popped one of my balls into his mouth and 
started running his tongue over it.  Then Jeff got on the other side of me 
and started sucking on my other ball.  Rob and Kurt positioned themselves 
just below my armpits and started licking and chewing on and playing with my 
tits, one to each of them.

Ford moved to between my legs.  I thought he'd take my cock in his mouth.  He 
did, sort of-he started licking and sucking on my cock from its base to maybe 
halfway up its rock-hard length.  He carefully left the head exposed, and 
also left room for someone to get at it.  I thought that that someone would 
be Brad.  I was wrong. Out of the corner of an eye I saw Brad on his back on 
sort of a mechanic's dolly.  He lined himself up at my head and worked his 
way underneath me, head first.  I felt tugging in the sling, then a most 
wonderful sensation as Brad began rimming me, then eating out my ass (and 
lapping up several loads of cum) in earnest (remember, this was well before 
the days of AIDS and STDs.  I have since learned that the term for what Brad 
was doing is "feltching."  It is considered extremely risky.  Do NOT try it 
at home.)

That left two positions open, both heads.  Vance moved to my real head and 
said, "It's later."  I replied, "I thought later would never come!"  I opened 
my mouth and took in Vance's boy-cock.  Vance started fucking my mouth.  
After a minute or two I made noises and Vance pulled out.  "I want your 
balls," I said.  What his cock lacked in size, his balls more than made up 
for.  My mouth was hardly large enough for both of his balls; he had to 
really work at it to get them both in.  But he did, and I happily lapped and 
licked and sucked on them.

About then the other guys realized that Randy was not participating as they 
planned.  Jeff took the ball he was sucking from his mouth and said, "Randy, 
there's a spot over here.  We saved it for you."  Randy mumbled something, to 
which Jeff replied, "Hey, Ian's about done with the sling.  I'm sure YOU'D 
look good in it."  The threat did it; Randy soon joined the party and worked 
his way over Blaine's head and was soon sucking on the head of my cock (I was 
as amused as were the other guys, gay, straight, and bi (Ford); they'd 
planned it well.  The last guy to profess he was TOTALLY straight was now the 
one sucking me off.)

I felt some of the guys shifting, then realized that Kurt and Blaine were 
working on Brad beneath me.  Kurt was giving him a hand job (I could feel his 
shoulder shifting as he worked his hand up and down).  And Blaine, from what 
I could tell, was working on Brad's tits as he sucked on my balls.  And I saw 
Ford wiggling a bit, even as he ran his tongue up and down my cock; either 
Brad from the floor or one of the guys next to him, Blaine or Jeff, was 
jerking him off.  Even Vance was getting into the act, running one of his 
feet up and down Brad's ass crack and playing with Brad's balls with his toes.

Well, all parties have to come to an end.  Even though I was totally stoned, 
and a little bit drunk, and had already cum three times earlier that evening, 
I could not withstand the effects of eight horny dudes working on my tits, 
balls, cock, asshole, and mouth (well, some of us DO get off on giving blow 
jobs to cute guys!)  I gave a grunt and wiggled my hips and started cumming.  
If Randy had any ideas about pulling off, he gave them up when he felt Jeff's 
hand on his back.  And Brad's fist around his balls from underneath.  I 
spurted again and again down Randy's throat.  I kept spurting, dry spurts I 
suppose you'd call them, as the guys kept on working on me.  In the meantime, 
Vance had started spewing his own juiced down my throat.  Ford had given up 
licking my cock and was screaming, "I'm cumming!  I'm cumming!"  Then he 
looked around at us, grinned and said, "I've always wanted to do that.  Just 
like in the porn flicks."  I heard Brad grunting below me and thought I felt 
something splash my back from beneath me.  Talk about one giant orgasm!