Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 08:39:25 -0500
From: Fit Executive <fitexecutive@gmail.com>
Subject: Mild to Wild part 5

Mild to Wild, part 5

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Saturday evening FINALLY came. We were ready for the party at least two
hours beforehand, but we didn't want to show up early because we wanted to
look casual even if we didn't feel that way. I finally broke down and made
us a strong cocktail to take the edge off.

There were several cars already there when we pulled up in front of Eric
and Paul's house. Imagine my surprise when the man who opened the door
wasn't either of them, but a man I knew perfectly well from work—Luis,
the chairman of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance for the company I worked for.

Patrick is a gorgeous Hispanic man (from Columbia, I think). His face lit
up with his bright white smile.  "Josh! Hey man. I didn't know you know
Paul and Eric." He offered his hand to Matt and I saw his eyes slide over
Matt's chest and arms. "You must be Josh's husband. Come on in."

Ten or twelve guys around our age waved and smiled. Eric and Paul swept in
from the kitchen and took charge, making the rounds and introducing us to
everybody. Well, that's what happened in theory. In practice, Eric nodded
at me with a wink, wrapped his arm possessively around Matt's waist, and
walked him around the group showing off his trophy to everyone there. Paul
led me around after them, making introductions for me.

I'd like to say that I remember all their names, but not so much. I'm not
really good at names in general, but in this case most of my attention was
on Eric and Matt anyway. I don't think anyone noticed, since most of their
attention was on Eric and Matt too. Couples traded glances and sly grins
every time they moved on. A few of them looked at me and Paul
questioningly, but no one said anything about the way Eric was attached to
my husband.

I did remember one guy's name: A black guy with a build like a professional
linebacker was leaning back on the couch with his huge arm draped around a
little ginger twink. I didn't remember the twink's name, but the big black
guy was Darrell—I wasn't gonna forget that one. Because SEXY. He shot me
a wink over his boyfriend's head.

Everyone was a lot less shy after a few rounds of cocktails. At one point,
when Eric was holding court in the kitchen—with Matt pinned between
himself and the bar—Luis found me in the living room where I was trying
to work up the courage to talk to Darrell. He clinked his martini glass
against mine and winked. "You having a good time?"

"Oh yeah." I congratulated myself for not slurring. "It's great."

He glanced toward the kitchen, where Eric was massaging Matt's shoulders in
the middle of a small crowd. "I guess you guys know Eric and Paul pretty
well. I'm surprised I haven't seen you at any of their parties before."

"It's our first one. We met a while ago, but... we haven't been able to get
together again till now."

"Looks like they missed you. Eric's telling everyone how great Matt
is—in some detail." He grinned. "Are you and Paul...?"

I'm sure I blushed a little even through the cocktails, but Eric was being
so up-front that I didn't see any reason not to be honest. "Paul's hot as
hell, but I don't think we've got quite the same connection they do."

"Oh yeah, Paul's definitely hot as hell." He snagged the collar of his
shirt and stretched it down with one finger. There was a huge dark hickey
down in the hollow of his throat. "Did he give you one of these?"

Paul appeared at that moment as if he'd heard his name. "Hey, it's my boys
together. We're gonna move the party down to the basement. Want to head on
down?"

Eric strolled in with his arm around Matt's waist. I couldn't help but
smile at the glow on Matt's face.  Eric looked my way. "Hey Josh, did you
bring that overnight bag?"

Matt blinked. "Overnight bag?"

I chuckled. "Eric asked me to bring a bag for you. You're not coming home
with me after the party. It was a surprise." I kissed him on the cheek. His
expression was so sweet.  "It's out in the car. I'll go get it."

"Just bring it to the bedroom." He winked at me. "You know where it is." Of
course all the other guys were still there, grinning at this.

The living room was empty when I got back in, so I went straight down the
hall. Eric, Paul and Matt were in the master bedroom. Eric caught me by
surprise by breaking away from Matt. He came over, took Matt's overnight
bag and squeezed my shoulder hard. He gave me a strange, intense look
before he turned away.

Paul nudged my elbow. "Come on. Let's go on down to the basement. They'll
join us when they're ready."

As we went down the hall, I had to ask. "What was that look about?"

Paul laughed. "That was Eric-ese for a really big `thank you.'"

"For what? All I did was bring the bag in from the car."

"Are you kidding?" He stopped and looked at me. "Eric's been talking about
Matt ever since you guys were here last time. It's like he collects cars
and you just handed him the keys to the hot Ferrari that he's always
wanted. And on top of that, you just gave it to him, free and clear. Fuck,
man—you're his new best friend."

I grinned. "Well, I guess we know that Eric is a better driver than I am
anyway."

He laughed and pinned me lightly up against the wall, nuzzling my ear and
grinding his crotch against me. "Fuck, I love how open you are. It's
fuckin' hot. Eric can be all territorial about his boys, but I like to
share mine as much as possible." He bit my ear and made his way down my
neck, nipping and sucking and making me squirm and moan. He settled his
lips into the hollow of my throat, sucking hard.

When finally he broke away, he ran his fingers down my neck. "That looks
damn good on you." His eyes were bright and I knew he'd left his mark. It
made me feel good, and I wanted to show it to Luis. Paul grabbed my
t-shirt, pulled it off over my head and slung it over his shoulder. "That's
even better. Come on."

He took my hand and led me down the stairs to the basement—which would
have been called a dungeon if there was any truth in advertising. Most of
it was one big room, softly lit and filled with a background
techno-beat. Doors opened off of it into a few other rooms that looked
completely dark.

Most of the party guests were already naked or getting there fast. In one
corner, Darrell was down to a white jockstrap that was filled with a
shocking bulge. He was pushing his naked ginger friend back into a sling
and getting his heels up into the harnesses. Other guys were making out on
black leather couches.  The center of the room was occupied by a big bed
that seemed to be covered with a black rubber sheet.  At one end of the bed
there was a set of padded stocks.

Paul was watching my face and grinned at my shock. "What do you think? See
anything you like?"

"Jesus Christ. It's Disneyland for men."

He laughed. "I mostly prefer to go out to the clubs, but Eric wanted a play
space at home so I added a few touches of my own. Get those pants off and
get comfortable." He tossed my t-shirt onto a table and led by example,
stripping off his own clothes.

Luis wandered out of one of the other rooms just then, and I got my first
look at my co-worker in all his naked glory. He was sizzling hot. Trim and
fit, with just the right amount of sleek muscle and a beautiful bubble
butt. His clean-shaven dick was very small, but so well-shaped that it was
downright pretty. It suited him.

Suddenly I felt like the ugly duckling in the room.

Luis spotted us and practically ran to Paul, who grabbed him and smothered
him in a passionate kiss. By the time they broke it off, Luis' little dick
was pointing straight up and Paul was sporting a nice plump semi.

"Oh, god damn, I'm gonna have a good night," Paul said. He turned to me
with a grin and yanked me against him so that he had Luis in one arm and me
in the other. "You two are the finest asses in Atlanta, you know that?" His
hand slid down my back and his middle finger probed at my hole. I heard
Luis moan.

At the same moment, the ginger guy in the sling gave a loud high-pitched
squeal. I looked over and saw Darrell's bare black ass clenching as he
pushed into his pale friend. The ginger boy squealed over and over again as
Darrell plunged into him. I wished I was over in their corner so I could
see what Darrell's dick looked like while it was splitting him open. Paul
rolled his eyes at the noise. "Drama queen. He just wants everybody to know
what he's getting. He actually cried when Eric tied to fuck him—he's
gonna hate Matt." Paul grinned at me. "When Darrell gets to you, do me a
favor and show him what a great piece of ass is really like. Maybe he'll
decide not to bring that shrill bitch next time."

I think I started panting at the idea of that stud inside me. "You think
he'll be interested?"

"Um... yeah. I'm pretty sure he's not blind. Every man here that likes a
hot bottom is gonna be in both of you. Come on, let's get this party
started." He stretched out on his back across the rubber-covered bed.  "I
want to have both my boys together for a few minutes before everybody
steals you away. Get up here and suck my nuts."

Over the next several minutes, Luis and I bonded over Paul's dick. Since he
was on his back, we hunched over, pushing our faces into his crotch with
our asses in the air. We started where he asked, licking and sucking on his
full nut-sack. We watched his semi grow into the incredibly rigid curved
rod that I remembered, just inches in front our eyes. We glanced at each
other and I could see the same heat in his face that I felt in my own. In
unison, our mouths crept slowly up his shaft, taking him from each side.

Paul sighed with pleasure and put his hands on our heads. "That's it
boys. You're in it together. Keep it up." Our mouths joined to make a warm,
wet tunnel for his cock. We gradually slid that tunnel up to his flaring
mushroom head, kissing it and lashing our tongues over it. Finally we slid
all the way off and shared a long, blazing hot kiss with each other. I
tasted the first hint of Paul's salty pre-cum on Luis' sexy lips before we
dove back down onto Paul's dick.

We didn't have him for long—no more than a few minutes—when someone
behind me stroked my raised ass. "Hey Paul," someone said. "Stop bogarting
the hotties. You're being a selfish host."

Paul laughed cheerfully. "I knew it couldn't last. Take whatever looks good
to you, guys. I'll get my turn."

I'm not sure what happened to my new brother Luis after that. The guy that
pulled me off the bed was average-built, but he had a square jaw with a
sexy five o'clock shadow and beautiful green eyes. "Come here, stud," he
said. When he had me on my feet he slid his cock between my legs and up
under my balls while he took my mouth in a strong kiss. "You had that ass
waving in the air on purpose, didn't you? Let's take one of the other
rooms."

He led me into one of the dark side rooms. There was just enough light
filtering in from the main room to make out an open sofa-bed. He dropped
down on it. "I want some of the treatment you were giving Paul. Show me
what you can do with your mouth."

I crawled between his legs and started with his nuts, just like we'd done
for Paul. They were shaved and hanging loose in his sack, and I was able to
suck one and then the other into my mouth and gently roll it around. He
spread his legs wider and lifted his legs. "Oh, fuck yeah. That's good. Eat
my ass—dig your tongue in there." I saw his long thin dick climbing.

I gave him what he wanted and then some, eating his hole and raping it with
my tongue while he gasped and squirmed. Finally he couldn't take it anymore
and grabbed my shoulders to pull me up on top of him. He wrapped his arms
around me and pulled me into a long passionate kiss while he thrust his
hips up at me, driving the head of his cock up and down through my crack
and raking it across my hole. I squeezed my cheeks lightly to tease him and
he groaned. "God, I need to get in your ass. Do I—do I need to put a
condom on for you?"

I could hear the reluctance in his voice and I answered by reaching back to
grab his dick and lodge the head against my hole. I slowly shifted my
weight back. His head punctured my ass-ring and slid smoothly up into me.

He tossed his head back. "Oh Jesus, that's good! Hold still... just hold
still for me." He pushed his hips up until they met my cheeks. His nuts
were loose and hanging down, so I couldn't feel them but I knew he'd
bottomed out in me. "Stay there... stay there..." he just kept murmuring
while he pulled out and drove up into me over and over again.

I did exactly as he asked and held my ass in place while my dick seeped
pre-cum out onto his belly. He wasn't thick enough to stretch my hole, but
his cock slid back and forth across my prostate nicely. It was hard for me
not to squirm with pleasure.

It was a nice fuck, but he only lasted 10 or 15 minutes before he started
panting. "I'm getting close, man. I'm close. Can I come inside you? I need
it so bad."

"Don't you dare pull out," I growled. "I need it too." The words were
hardly out before he latched onto my hips and pounded up into me. His own
hips came up off the bed and lifted me by the ass, and this time I did feel
his balls against me as they squeezed out their load. He shuddered and
grunted for a long time before he finally settled back to the bed. I
followed him down, keeping his dick buried in me while he lay there
panting.

Since it was a party, we didn't stay in the side room long after we peeled
ourselves apart. He did ask me if he could get my contact info from Eric
and Paul, and of course I said that'd be great.

When I stepped back out into the main room, most of the guys were gathered
around the bed, but Paul was leaning against the wall right beside me. He
grabbed my arm lightly and whispered in my ear "I've got an idea for some
fun. Eric has Matt on the bed. We told Matt you're off getting fucked, so
he doesn't know you're watching. Come on."

He led me to the stocks at the end of the bed. I could see through the guys
that Matt was on his back.  Some of the guys were hooting and shouting
things like "fuck yeah, hit him again." Matt was uttering short, sharp
cries, but I couldn't see what was going on.

Paul grabbed a ball gag that was hanging from the stocks and slipped it in
my mouth, buckling the straps behind my head. "We don't want him to hear
you," he whispered. He lifted the stocks open. "Get in."

I knelt on the padded rail and bent over to lay my head and wrists in the
slots. Paul dropped the stocks closed and locked them, and suddenly I was
overwhelmingly aware of how helpless I was. My ass was left raised in the
air behind me. Matt was laying on the bed directly in front of me—I was
at the end of the bed above his head where he wouldn't see me unless he
twisted to look straight up.

He wasn't going to twist anywhere. Both of his legs were raised, and pinned
down against his shoulders by a man on each side of the bed. Eric was at
his ass, his huge dick jutting up dangerously. Matt's own cock was up,
throbbing and drooling, but that's not what got my attention.

My husband has a pretty hefty ball-sack, but it's almost always pulled
tight up against him. Now his sack was circled and wildly stretched by two
stainless steel rings with metal rods holding them about six inches
apart. His plump nuts were forced out of the bottom ring and they looked
raw and red from the pressure of the stretch.

Eric lifted Matt's distended balls, bounced them lightly a couple of times
and then slapped them. Matt bucked and cried out, clutching at the taught
rubber sheet but unable to get any grip on it. The guys hooted and cheered
again. Eric was looking straight into Matt's wide eyes. "Fuck yeah,
cunt. These balls are so pretty. I want `em to hang down where everybody
can see `em." He slapped Matt's balls again.  "When I'm done with you,
they're gonna hang so low that I can push `em in your sweet ass." Slap.

I cringed every time Matt cried out. I wanted to yell `stop' and `fuck
yeah' at the same time, but the ball gag stuffed in my mouth muffled
everything. My dick was rock-solid and oozing pre-cum under me.

Finally Eric leaned down over Matt and grabbed his chin lightly. "Are you
hurting? Do you want me to stop?"

Matt's eyes were wide and I could see tears leaking down the sides of his
face. He didn't respond for a several seconds, and I knew he was wracked
with pain and need. Finally he shook his head. "No sir. I don't ever want
you to stop," he gasped. A couple of the guys around the bed cheered again.

Eric grinned. "I knew you were the one for me. I'm gonna give you a
reward. No more slaps." He glanced at the guys holding Matt's legs. "You
can let go. I'll take it from here."

He put his hands on the back of Matt's knees and pushed himself up, using
his whole weight to pin Matt's knees to his shoulders. It tilted Matt's ass
up off the bed and Eric lined the head of his enormous cock up with Matt's
hole.

At the same moment, someone grabbed my hips and a dick punched through my
ass-ring with no warning. My shocked cry was stopped by the ball
gag. Whoever it was didn't try to go easy, but thankfully he wasn't all
that thick and the quick jabs that he started driving into me made my cock
drool even more.

In front of me, Eric pressed down with his hips and I watched my husband's
hole balloon slowly open as that monster cock invaded him. He thrashed his
head and moaned more and more the further Eric got inside him. By the time
Eric was finally balls-deep, Matt was practically delirious.

While the dick in my ass gave me hard rabbit jabs, Eric drew out slowly and
plunged back in, working Matt's ass with the whole length of his massive
shaft. When he came down, Matt's angry red balls were gently crushed
against him by Eric's body and his eyes popped open even wider. Eric ground
his hips against Matt, squeezing and grinding his tortured balls between
them. He laughed wickedly at the wide O of Matt's gaping mouth. "I just
said no more slapping. There's plenty of other ways for me to use those
pretty nuts."

He started speeding up the pace of his fuck, drawing back his hips and
slamming them down hard into Matt, crushing his stretched balls over and
over again. Eric's own heavy balls were swinging against my husband's ass,
making loud slapping sounds in time with Matt's sexy cries. Matt's dick was
sticking straight up and bouncing helplessly against his belly from the
force of the fuck he was getting.

Paul stepped up from where he was watching and whispered in my
ear. "They're fucking made for each other, aren't they? I wonder what your
husband will say when he thinks you're not in the room?" He stepped around
the bed to get closer to Eric and Matt, knelt down and winked up at me
mischievously.  He leaned in close to Matt and whispered something that I
couldn't hear.

Eric must have heard whatever Paul said because right then he looked up at
me with the most smug, self-satisfied expression. He looked straight into
my eyes where I was staring at him from the stocks with the ball gag in my
mouth, just as Matt burst out. "Oh, god yes I love it! I fucking never want
it to stop!"  Paul whispered something else, and Matt yelled "Own me, Eric!
I love you! I love you!"

The guy fucking me landed a stinging slap on my ass just then, but that
wasn't why I jumped so hard it rattled the stocks. Matt's words were like
an electric shock. I'd never heard my husband say "I love you" to anyone
but me, and he'd never, ever said them to me with that kind of total
abandon. Fear and lust tore through me and Eric had to see it raging across
my face.

Eric slowed his pounding, nut-crushing fuck and settled to a stop with his
cock buried all the way inside Matt. He dropped his eyes down to Matt's
face and leaned in for a long, slow kiss. When he broke off, he said
simply. "I love you too, Matt."

The guys standing around the bed cheered and a couple even high-fived. The
looks they shot me were all over the place—smirks, pity, leers and
thumbs-up grins. I felt all those ways at once myself. One guy said "This
little pig was made for you Eric. He ought to have your name tattooed
across his ass."

Eric laughed without looking up. "Well, that's an idea. What do you think,
boy? Do you want my name tattooed on you so everybody knows who you really
belong to?"

Matt only hesitated for a moment. He was sweating and trembling from Eric's
cock stretching his ass, but he sounded like himself and not a frenzied
sex-pig when he nodded jerkily. "Yes. Yes sir—I'd like that."

Eric gave him another long kiss and then gradually lowered Matt's legs and
twisted him onto his belly.  He kept his dick balls-deep in my husband the
whole time as he turned him over and then pulled him up onto his hands and
knees. "Let's see what everyone else thinks." He grabbed a fistful of
Matt's hair and pulled his head back, tilting it up until Matt was looking
straight at me. I saw the shock on his face as his eyes widened and his
face burned red.

The guy jack-rabbiting my hole chose that moment to dump his load into me
with a loud, grunting climax. When he finished spurting, he pulled away and
I felt his load seeping out of my ass and down across my taint.

Eric looked at me across Matt's body. "Well, Josh, what do you think? Does
Matt belong to you anymore?"

I knew the answer. I'd known it for a long time, but I also knew that this
public acknowledgment of it was important to both Eric and Matt, although
for different reasons. I was a little afraid, but I wasn't sad. It made me
happy to see someone make Matt so happy. From my hunched-over position in
the stocks, with the ball-gag stretching my jaw open, I shook my head.

"He belongs to me, doesn't he?"

I nodded.

"Do you want me to put a tattoo on your husband so everyone will know he's
mine?"

I nodded.

Eric started slowly long-dicking Matt while he talked, making Matt moan
lightly. "Well, I'm not going to—you're gonna do it for me. I'm gonna
have your husband all day tomorrow, so you're gonna have the whole day to
yourself while I'm knocking him up. I want you to spend the day designing a
tattoo.  When I say it's good enough, you're gonna take your husband to get
inked. You're gonna pay for it and you're gonna make sure the guy who does
it knows the situation. Will you take care of that for me?"

I nodded.

"Good." He pulled Matt upright and wrapped his arms around him, gently
tweaking his nipples. With Matt standing up on his knees I had my best view
yet of the ball stretcher and his painfully red nuts. Eric looked at the
rest of the group. "You guys keep having fun. I'm gonna take my boy
upstairs."

Another dick pushed into my ass just as they disappeared up the stairs.
That was the last I saw of Matt that weekend.