Paul's Football Party

I had been seeing Paul on a regular basis for a few years. He was a very talented and imaginative Dom that had pushed my limits on several occasions. As originally discussed, nothing was pre-set and every visit was a surprise. Several times his S/O [Anthony] was involved, and I had been forced to service that BBC on many occasions, and in many positions. Almost always I was tightly bound and very helpless.
After one of our regular sessions, we were sitting just chatting and having a “calm down” drink when he told me of an upcoming social event he was planning. It was pre-super bowl season and the ¼ or semi-finals were coming up. He was going to invite clients and friends in the “scene” over for a big football party. No “play” action was planned but he said “you never know what might happen” but the party was really all about the game and rooting on the hometown 49ers.

Two weeks later I set off for the party. I packed a few of my favorite toys in a small backpack just in case but really had no aspirations of anything like that happening. It was a football TV party, but I forgot this was also San Francisco. Paul went all out; he had a full-catered food buffet and a well-stocked open bar all set up. He was ready for a large group, and no-one showed up! The poor man, he got all upset and was apologizing to the few of us there repeatedly. We kept trying to get him to relax and eventually he did. He was pissed and rightly so, many people that had RSVP’d didn’t show. And it was a terrible waste of some very good food.

The only people there were Paul, and his S/O and three of his friends from places he had worked. I was the small guy; other than Paul the others were all rather large black men. The banter and joking between them and Paul and Anthony made it obvious they were all Doms and I was the only sub in the room. Well, the party went as expected, it was about the game, they were all fans, and although I was just outside the official group, I still had a good time and just enjoyed the “party”. After the game was over the TV got turned down and the guys continued to party, talking about work, life, and the game, whatever. I went to the buffet table to get some snacks, and Paul came up again to apologize, and I told him to relax. He started to say something about the lack of “action” and I quipped “If I wanted to, I could make it happen, don’t worry about it.”

Then he said the words that have gotten me in trouble so many times “I dare you!” I can’t turn down a dare, especially from my Dom. So, I went into the back room and stripped. I put on a large black slave collar and through the ring in back added a chain that fell midway down my back. I locked a pair of handcuffs at the end of the chain and put leather locking cuffs on my ankles with a short hobble chain ensure I would not walk freely. A very brief and tight leather jock strap didn’t do much to cover anything and left my ass totally exposed. I put a full black blindfold on and left if above my eyes on my forehead.

I could hear them still chatting as I walked down the hall. All speech stopped when I entered the room. Looking only at the floor I walked into the center of the room, knelt and spread my knees wide. I then pulled the blindfold over my eyes and reached behind me, slipped both wrists into the handcuffs and closed them tight. It took a few seconds and then I heard “Jesus F’ing Christ”. They were in shock; I had pulled off a real surprise! It didn’t take long, someone hooked a finger through the loop on the front of the collar, and I was pulled to a chair, or the couch I don’t know. I heard a zipper pulled down and then my head was pulled, and I had a mouthful of rapidly hardening cock, and it was big! I heard a sigh and I knew it was Anthony. I did my best and although he didn’t cum, he got one hell of a good blowjob.
Suddenly I was pulled away, and another cock was forced into my mouth. This went on for at least half an hour, more actually, until I had serviced every cock in the room, some more than once and two to completion. After this enforced round robin, I was pulled to my feet and led into the back room. I was hoisted up into the sling, but it felt weird. I later figured out that I was put backwards so my head hung off the low end. I was strapped down and once I was helpless, I found out why this position. The first ass was a surprise, and I didn’t do anything until the nipple clips were attached and twisted. I licked a lot of asses, sucked on a lot of ball sacks and was force fed a lot more cock before I was released.

I was moved to the bondage table and secured very tightly before the blindfold was finally removed. What I saw was a room full of big, well-endowed black men playing roughly with each other and when they wanted to, they came over and abused me. My nipples, balls, cock, mouth were all fair game. This went on for a while and during a break in the action Paul came over to me and asked if I regretted starting this. I replied honestly no that I was really getting off on what was going on. He said, “Well we’ll have to see what we can to about that!” His grin told me he was up to no good. He retrieved a large ball gag and soon I totally silenced. I watched as he hung two slings from hooks in the ceiling and released my legs only to put my ankles in the slings and lock them in place. He put a spreader bar between my legs just above the knees forcing me into very wide splits. My ass was just above the level of the table and was totally exposed. He used a fine bungee cord around my balls and soon they were stretched and pulled to the spreader bar. I looked like a well trussed Christmas turkey. That was the last thing I saw as he slipped the blindfold over my eyes.

What he did next had me jumping and struggling to get release. He wanted a show and he got it. But all I did was torture myself by struggling. When I moved the bungee cord tightened and …. Well, I stopped struggling quickly. It was all very simple, Paul simply ran a finger over my ass hole and said out loud “Heh, Warren want to know a secret? Our little subbie here is a virgin!” To me added “Warren likes virgins, especially tight white sissy ones.”
Then Paul did something very classy. We had a code, safe words that I could always use if I felt like things were going too far. We’d had them since we first started years ago. A simple Green, Yellow, Red meant Fine, Nervous, or Stop when asked. When I gagged I extended one, two or three fingers meaning the same thing. So, when Paul leant over me and asked “colors” I knew what he meant. Being gagged and having made up my mind it was time I extended only one finger on each hand, the middle finger giving Paul a nice extended pair of birds. I soon regretted that too as Paul turned to Warren and said, “No need to be gentle, make sure he never forgets this day”.

Thankfully, Warren was gentle, well at first. He applied some lube and I heard him put on a condom. I had no idea which of the men in the room was Warren, and some of those guys had very large cocks! It was big and hard, but I don’t think it was one of the really big ones. He didn’t cum quick and before long Paul got his wish as I was fucked hard and pounded until Warren filled that condom as I cam all over my own chest. Then he pulled out and left. That’s the whole thing, to this day I don’t know who it was. I was tied up, gagged, blindfolded and fucked by a big black man I have never seen since. They purposely left me tied up and helpless after I was used and Paul said goodbye to his guests before finally releasing me and helping me off the table to cool down.

Paul, Anthony and I sat for a while and chatted. I finally calmed down enough to get dressed a ready to leave. I asked, but Paul said I would never know which one of them was the one. He felt it should always be a mystery to me. He did tell me it was not the biggest BBC in the room. I remember looking at Anthony and saying, “too bad”, that got a smile, but that never happened.

I’ve never been used like that since. It still is the wildest, roughest, total used fuck I’ve ever had, but I’m hoping.