Mild to Wild

Mild to Wild, part 5

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.