Date: Sun, 19 Jul 2009 12:08:51 -0700 (PDT) From: k s <iwnt2burb@yahoo.com> Subject: The Barn Pt. 1 The invite list was exclusive and very precarious. There was an application process for those who were invited and then there was a more extensive one for if you weren't. The Barn, in only two events had become a legend. The road thee was a long and revealing one. Marcus had made sure that the staff had left no rock unturned in any invites life. The guise of this intrusive research was, "for optimal event success," and successful it was. The Barn was a sexual boutique. No, it wasn't a place to go and purchase toys and books, it was in essence a sex house, but with that comes a connotation of sleaze, of unsanitary conditions, which are the opposites of The Barn. Each and every participant had to go through rigorous exams, examining for every STD known to man, and even some only known to scientist. The examination to approximately an hour and was conducted by one of 23 doctors that was mailed in the application process. Along with that were instructions on what all needed to be sent in, including but not limited to pictures. By the time the selected few had arrived on campus, the staff at The Barn knew everything that there was to know, down to the amount of hair dusting each individuals ball sack, and were fired instantly if they could not recite a visitors stats on call. The Barn was unexpected in it's first appearance. Invitations went out. A white card with the words: You have been invited to attend Pawns at The Barn was mailed to over 100 single men and women. Each invitation had spots of a shiny translucent substance splattered over it, leaving the invitation recipients wondering. On the back was one line, printed discreetly at the bottom: More information will be sent, if you do not wish to have it sent, place this invitation back in the mail and return to sender. Only one invitation was mailed back, and from that address came a request for admission to the next event. A response was never mailed to that address, and all funds received from it were promptly returned. From the 100 invites, 30 were admitted, and 17 others who heard about the event through word of mouth from invitees and applied, were admitted bringing the total to 47 single men and women who were to spend 3 nights and 2 days, at The Barn. The event was a success, the partiers arriving on Friday night, being welcomed at dinner, and leaving early Monday morning, after having frolicked into the night wearing nothing but black and white body paint. The second event saw a mailing of 50 invitations to couples. From that 50, 20 couples were admitted and 4 more were admitted who applied, bringing the total to 24 couples. It was again a 3 night and 2 day affair, this time entitled Masked. The last night found these 24 couples masked, with strict instructions to not remove their coverings and mixed together. Marcus kept close tabs on all of his attendees and none had gotten divorced in the 7 months that had passed. With those two events, The Barn had become legendary. There were more events afterwards, always either with single men and women or couples, those numbers of applicants growing each time. Marcus stuck to his guns though, 47 singles, 24 couples, each time, all housed on the extensive campus. It took him a complete 9 months from the time he began for him to actually become antsy and want to up the ante. When he did though, he was ecstatic, because he was finally ready to enter into The Barn. You are invited to attend Wild at The Barn "Welcome everyone to The Barn and it's grounds," 47 pairs of hands clapped. "Tonight, will be the first night in what may become the most revealing weekend of your life! Throughout the weekend you'll have the chance to enjoy the fruits of 47 other individuals, while being pampered beyond complaint!" There was more applause while glances were exchanged. "The staff here at The Barn are top notch and are here to cater to your every need! While they are not here to proposition any of our guests," there was a heavy pause before, "they are here to please." Marcus smiled at the applause that broke out. "Now that dinner is done, you are all invited, and required I may add, to attend the mixer. How long you stay there is entirely up to you but a word of advice, have a little fun and let the chips fall where they may! The staff can most certainly carry you back to your suite so go ahead, get a little crazy, and have a Wild time at The Barn!" The whoops and yells from the 47 men echoed off of the walls. The mixer was held on the first floor while dinner was held on the second floor. The entire floor was dimly lit, and at each entrance all partygoers were instructed to strip down to, at most their underwear. For Jeremy, it was no problem, and he actually stripped of everything, letting his now shriveled cock swing while Dominic resolved to keep on his boxer briefs. The music thumped through the walls, not too loud, but also loud enough to give the floor a pulse. Branches and vines were on the walls while small trees were set in various areas. There were two hammocks strung between trees, and rocks in other places that were large enough to lay on. Todd was shocked when he heard the feathers of a heard beating behind him. He turned to see a cage with two white birds inside. Things were very tame for about the first thirty minutes. Many of the partiers walked around, engaging in idle chatter for a while but found it a tad difficult, not knowing whether they should stare at the other's body like they were doing or not. After thirty minutes, Marcus entered, and made a beeline for the closest rock. On it sat Desmond, a light-skinned black man who was a tad on the tall side.. "How are you Desmond?" Marcus asked, standing there in his boxer briefs. They were tight around the back but a tad loose in the front, Desmond couldn't tell what that meant. He had on boxers though, and the sway of the boxer leg made it evident that that's were a snake resided. "I'm fine, how do you know my name?" Marcus smiled and sat down, "Because I've seen everyone's applications," he said glancing meaningfully down at Desmond's package. A hint of a smile grazed Desmond's face, "Oh, the measurements," Marcus was looking directly into Desmond's eyes when he nodded. The smile widened, "Pretty impressive right?" Desmond asked. Marcus leaned a little closer and breathed the answer, "Very," There was an intense gaze between the two before Desmond crossed the distance and met Marcus's lips with his own.. The kiss was tentative at first, but when Marcus put his hand around Desmond's neck, he felt Desmond immediately respond by kissing him harder. Marcus's right hand dipped as he opened one eye and noticed that he had gathered an audience. It was now for the main event. After massaging Desmond to life through his boxers, Marcus reached through the slit and grabbed the snake, "You want to take this back to the suite?" Desmond asked. Marcus shook his head, "And deprive all of these people of a gift like this?" Slowly Marcus pulled out the still growing member and heard someone gasp. "Why would I do that?" He whispered. Desmond's lips found his neck as he began to slowly stroke Desmond's one eyed snake. He groaned before saying, "Guys it'd be a lot more fun if someone were to help me with this thing," it was all they needed. A red head in a pair of gray briefs stepped up, Marcus racked his brain, "Chester why don't you nurse on this," He whispered and handed Desmond's cock over. He felt Desmond gasp into his neck as Chester went down. He took the chance to dip down and catch Desmond's nipple in his teeth. Slowly he suckled on it and listened to Desmond moan and gasp. He slowly made his way down the body, licking at the outlines of Desmond's abs before he was on eye level with Chester. "How you doing?" he asked, Chester pulled off of Desmond to answer, "Fine," he said before swirling his tongue around Desmond's tip and then beginning to devour it again. Marcus saw that Chester wasn't taking it all, only about 4 inches of the 8 and ¾ inch monstrosity but, there weren't many people who could take it all. Marcus dipped down and began to suck on Desmond's balls, and massage his perineum. He heard Desmond moan appreciatively. He felt the body behind him, instead of hearing it. Desmond's moans became muffled and Marcus looked up to see him making out with someone. The crowd had tightened their circle, so that now they were right next to the rock. Marcus glanced over to see another guy on his knees before a bald tattooed black guy, Wayne. Marcus rubbed a hand on Desmond's thigh and heard a moan. He looked up to see that the guy who had previously been making out with Desmond was now slowly feeding him his cock. Marcus smiled before patting Desmond on the thigh and standing. His place was immediately taken by another figure, "Well boys, I got to go break the ice some where else," he said. His only answer was a couple of moans. Smiling, he went in search of Dalton.