It was about 3 weeks before the wedding, but more importantly, 2 weeks before the bachelor party! I was hanging out with a group of friends at a local bar, including my best man, knocking back a few and discussing our plans for the event. Ben (the best man), was letting me know just enough about the party to make it enticing, but not give away everything. Surely the night would include some heavy drinking and scantily clad women, but what else, I was not privy to at this time.
Meanwhile, my fiancée�s best friend Linda was planning her bachelorette party, something that I cared not to think much about. Now, I know that she, my fiancée Julie, was also entitled to an evening out but there is something very different about a bachelorette party, at least from the mans point of view. Possibly jealousy is the issue, but more likely it is just plain insecurity! What ever the reason, I didn�t want to think about it, it just made me uncomfortable!
Unfortunately, my �ignorance is bliss� attitude process didn�t get me very far, as a few days later I ran into Linda at the bank. Now Linda always frightened me a bit, she�s a little �out there� if you know what I mean. I tolerated her only because she was Julie�s best friend, but I usually tried to avoid her. I don�t think she cared much for me either, I don�t think I was good enough in her view and she was always tying to get under my skin.
�Well we�ve got quite the plan for your wife to be next week� she said, �Lets just say its a little private party, clothes are optional for the men�. I think she knew this would send me over the edge, I was OK with the party, and maybe a trip to a strip club or something in a public place, but not some hired strippers, one on one with her!
�Linda, I know you are just trying to piss me off, but I�ll tell you right now, the only cock I want near my fiancée is mine!�
�You don�t have to get so twisted about it, she�s a big girl� Linda said.
�Well, if that plan doesn�t change, Julie is not coming! I�ll call off the wedding!� I retorted.
�Fine� said Linda, �Have it your way!�. With that she turned and walked out of the bank.
I wasn�t really sure what Linda had meant by that? Did that mean that she was going to cancel the stripper? Or, maybe change the party all together? Certainly they weren�t having a bachelorette party without a bachelorette? What ever the meaning, I had made my point and I was satisfied all was under control.
The week went by and I was on my way home from work early to get ready for the bachelor party. My party and Julie�s� party were both planned for this evening, so I called her when I got home to through in a few more �I love you�s� before departing on tonight�s� adventure. I told Julie to have a great time but not to do anything I wouldn�t do! It was nearly 7:00 and I had to get going to meet Ben, and the others, at his apartment. I turned off the lights and walked out the door. As I turned to lock the door I heard someone call my name from over on the side of the house. �Psssst, Steve� I heard again, and started to walk over toward the voice. It was very dark on the side of the house, and as I turned the corner, eyes trying to adjust to the darkness, someone grabbed me. Or should I say tackled me, and it wasn�t just one person, it seemed like many! They pushed me to the ground, pulled something over my head, and handcuffed my hands behind my back. I could hear several different voices, none familiar, and they all sounded a little like women�s voices. It was hard to tell, as they were all trying to whisper. Just as I started to say something, I felt something get shoved in my mouth, through the cloth over my head. It was hard and round and it filled my mouth completely. It was then fastened behind my head.
�OK. That should hold him� one of the voices said, �Let�s get him to the car�. �Stand up!� there was a loud whisper, �NOW�. I got to my feet and was lead over to the street, then pushed into a car. I heard other people get in the vehicle as well, but I could see no one through the cloth bag over my head. �MMMphh� is all I could manage through the gag. I squirmed around as someone held my legs. No one said a word.
After about 20 minutes the car came to a stop and the doors opened. Where was I? What is going on? Was this part of the party surprise? I don�t know, but I was told to get out of the car, and with some help, that�s what I did. I was lead across some grass, up a few steps, then into a building. �Lets get him ready� a now familiar women�s voice said, �Hurry, we only have an hour�! The voice was Linda�s, what the fuck is going on! Two people grabbed me behind the shoulders to hold me still, while I felt someone else pulling on my belt! My belt was then pulled away, my pants unzipped, then pulled down to my feet along with my boxers! I was standing naked, except for my shirt, in front of a room full of people!
�Now sit down� I was ordered, and as I began to squat down, I felt a cold metal chair on my bare ass. I was still being held by several hands in the chair as someone pulled off my shoes, socks, and then took all of my clothes. Then my shirt was unbuttoned and pulled back to expose my chest. At this point my cock hung limp on the cold chair. �I guess you�re not excited to see me� Linda said as she pulled off the gag and bag over my head. I was sitting in the center of a large room, decorated for a party. There were lots of chairs and tables in the room as well. �What the fuck are you doing�!! I yelled, just as the gag was shoved back in my mouth and reattached. �I�m doing what you said� replied Linda.
As I looked around, I saw several familiar faces, all Julie�s friends were here, staring at me naked. I was turning red, I could feel it. Four girls were still holding me in the chair, and my hands were still cuffed behind me. I was then told to stand up again, and was lead over to the corner of the room. In front of me was an 8� folding table, turned up-side-down, sitting on two cinderblocks, one under each end. This suspended the table about 8� from the floor. The legs on the table were open, and sticking straight up in the air. On the bottom of the table, which was again, facing up, were lots of eye bolts. They were screwed into the bottom of the table, each spaced about 4� apart and following an outline of a human body, like a chalk line at a murder scene. Right in the center, about where the crotch would be, there was about a 2� hole drilled through the table. I was then forced to kneel at one end of the table, and then lie face down. As I was being held there, another girl came over with some cloths line and began lashing me, legs spread about 2� apart, to the bottom of the table, starting with my ankles. As she pulled each row through the eye bolts, she would pull tighter, pushing my legs hard against the table. It was like lacing a corset! Then, as she reached my thighs, someone reached under me and grabbed my dick. She pulled and twisted it through the 2� hold drilled in the center of the table. The 2� space was currently very accommodating to my flaccid penis, but the whole situation was beginning to bring my cock to attention!
The threading of the line then resumed, working back and fourth across my ass and waist, then pulling especially tight at this point, forcing my nuts tight against the table and cock further through the hole in the table. My dick was now getting harder, sticking straight out of the other side of the table, about 6� to 7�! Also, as my rod swelled, the diameter of the hole was not as forgiving, causing me to become even harder! It was like wearing a cock ring!
In no time I was completely attached to the bottom of the table, my head was turned to one side and also pulled tight against the table. Still gagged but able to see, I saw several of the women surround the table, then pick it up and turn it right side up. I was now hanging tight to the bottom of table with my engorged cock sticking straight up on the table top.
At this point the women all became very active, trying to complete preparations for the party. A table cloth with a hole in the center was spread over the top of the table, again popping my engorged member through the hole. Another woman began to attach a skirt around the edges of the table, rendering me completely hidden from view, and just as the last piece of the table skirting went on, Linda bent down, under the table, and whispered to me �You see, you told me that the only cock you wanted near your precious Julie was yours, so that�s what she�s going to get!� She then went on to say � Unfortunately for you, it�s the only cock everyone at the party will have near them tonight. And by the way, if you make any noise, I can make this a lot worse for you. Ever hear of the term �milking�!�. All I could manage was a �Mppph� through the gag, and maybe a little squirming as the table skirt was completed around the table. I�m not sure what the plan is but I�m sure it won�t be fun (depending on how you look at it).
What I couldn�t see was the remaining preparations on the top of the table, but I will paint the picture for you. First a very nicely wrapped square box, again with the tell-tale hole in the bottom, was slid over my dick. Then some tissue paper was packed around it and a lid with a big red bow was placed atop the box. Finally, all of the remaining gifts were placed around my �package�, burying it on the bottom of the stack.
Now everyone just waited for Julie to arrive. I could hear everyone talking and laughing about my situation, and how much fun they were having. The noise then got a little louder and some music came on, I think Julie had arrived. The was a lot of commotion and activity for about a half an hour or so, I think, I was losing all track of time hanging here. The back of my body felt chilly, probably from the poor blood circulation from my bindings, and my dick was still throbbing inside the box. The hole was so tight around it that I think it was making it numb, and not allowing me to lose my erection. Suddenly came the moment of truth, everyone pulled up chairs and gathered around the table.
�Time to open the presents� Linda yelled, �Then for the drinking games�! One by one the boxes were removed from the table, opened and gawked at. Of course, I could see none of this, only the legs of some of the girls under the table cloth. I dared not make a sound, remembering what Linda had said to me. I once felt a slight tug on the box containing raging hard-on but Linda chimed in �Oh no, open that one last�. Once all of the other gifts were open, Linda made an announcement for everyone to get a fresh drink because games were about to begin and with that she told Julie she could open the last gift.
First she tried to slide the box over to her but it wouldn�t move, so then she reached over and removed the lid. As she dug through the tissue paper I could feel her fingers brush the head of my dick, then she let out a scream. Everyone began laughing. �Who is it� she asked.
�Does it really matter, a cock, is a cock, is a cock, right?� Linda said � besides, it will be a lot more fun this way, just know it is grade �A�, certified, and here for our pleasure�. Linda then removed the entire box. leaving me exposed to everyone at the table. My dick was still throbbing and cold feeling from the lack of circulation. Pre-cum had been oozing down it for a while, making it look a little like a candle that had been left burning.
�OK. Let me explain the rules of the game� again Linda�s voice said �I have one die, when it is your turn, you will roll the die and you will have that many strokes to make this cock erupt. If nothing happens, you drink, then the turn passes to the person on your right. This is repeated turn after turn, until he gets off. If you are the one to accomplish this, you win, and everyone else has to drink�.
�What happens after he cums?� someone asked.
�We start over, We�re going to play until we�re all drunk�! Linda replied. �Julie, you go first since it�s your party�.
As I heard the rules my whole body began to shudder. I was going to be the party game? I was terrified as well as so horny I felt like I was going to pass out! Then I heard the first roll of the dice hit the table. �Four� someone shouted, then I felt Julie�s hand surround my penis, grasping it tightly. Then a sharp tug up, �One� everyone shouted together, and then back down. Then up, �Two� yelled the crowd, then back down. Up again, �three�, then back down. Finally up once more, a little slower this time �Four� everyone was screaming and laughing. �OK. Julie, you have to drink!�
My head felt like it was going to explode, my dick was throbbing and leaking on the top of the table. Turn after turn continued, each with a different technique to make me cum. Some would stroke really hard, some softer. I wanted to scream but could not. Worse yet, as much as I wanted to cum and get some relief, my cock was so numb from the tight fitting hole it was shoved through, I�m not sure how long it would take to get me off, but I was definitely on the edge!� Then, someone rolled a six, I knew this would be it and as she grabbed me and began to stroke my raw but well lubed cock, I could feel my muscles begin to twitch, my head was spinning, I clenched my cuffed hands into tight fists and exploded! I never felt an orgasm like this and as the cum was forced through its restricted passage, it shot strait up in the air, splattering several of those sitting too close. Over and over again cum squirted out, everyone was cheering. �Everyone drink! Alice wins!� was shouted.
I think I may have blacked out for a moment, but then I heard Linda�s voice again �Somebody get a napkin or something, its time for the second round! This time you can�t use your hands!� and the game continued.
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