I'm strapped down on an oddly shaped table. My feet hang over the end of the table so that I'm kneeling. Then I'm bent at the waist, so that my back is parallel with the floor. The center of my chest, between my nipples, is resting on a padded bar that is fixed to the table, and I'm strapped, above my crotch and again below my nipples, to this bar. My cock and balls hang freely--for the moment--behind that end of the bar. My nipples straddle the bar, and my head and neck extend beyond the front end of this padded bar.

Next, leather cuffs are placed on my wrists to which small chains are fastened. Then nipple clips are placed on my exposed nipples, and the wrist chains are fastened one to each nipple. The chains are each about a foot long When you think about it, this is a devilish setup. My arms cannot extend far from my body without further torturing my nipples. I can relieve the tension by pulling my wrists in, but as I tire, that will be harder to do.

Leather cuffs are now attached to my ankles. A one-foot long spreader bar is attached to the cuffs such that my ankles are securely kept that far apart. A small collar is now attached around my cock and balls and a tight chain (I can't see, but it feels like my ankles are raised about a foot) is affixed both to the cock and ball collar and to the center of the spreader bar. Again, if I want to relieve the tension on my cock and balls, I can raise my feet, but as they tire, the tension is increased by the dead weight of my feet and legs.

Now the fun begins. A dental dam is fitted into my mouth and then an O-ring is added to keep my mouth open at all times. At the same time my ass is being lubricated with somebody's latex covered fingers: first one, then two, then three!!! Once I'm well-lubed and protected from the possibility of STDs, they began coming...in more ways than one.

A circumcised cock showed up in front of my face. It was long and thin and erect, and its owner wasted no time using it in my mouth. At the same time, someone stepped up behind me, pushing my spreader-barred ankles up to my butt as he speared me with his latex-covered erection. Suddenly I was being fucked in both the ass and the mouth--and make no mistake, the guy in front of me was fairly fucking my face--at the same time. And this abuse was not lost on my private parts or my nipples, for there was a lot of jostling as the men were moving to their own rhythms at first until they realized that working together would be easier on them. They didn't care about me. I was just a piece of ass and a mouth to be used and abused as they wished.

This was the way I wanted it. I had seen stories online of men and women freely giving themselves up for gang bangs or to be sex toys for a group of others. I know the stories are mostly fictitious, but they are still great turn ons, and I wanted to try it in real life. Fortunately for me, I have equally perverted friends, and after my tentative approach to one of them, he decided that I could be the big entertainment at a BDSM party he was throwing.

There are several problems that my predicament presents. I mentioned earlier that the man behind me, who is fucking me in the ass, pushes my ankles up to my ass. This is not a terribly comfortable situation. It puts a lot of extra pressure on my knees, and, because of the length of the chain--or should I say lack of length--my cock and balls are rather painfully pulled back. Then when he's done, his departure is always a sufficient surprise to me--in part because I can't keep my attention focused in one place--that my cock and balls are always yanked painfully when he steps away.

Also, there's the problem of my poor tits. I can't control my hands or arms with all the jostling that's going on. Plus, to add to my torment, somebody--or maybe everybody, I can't tell--periodically shakes my hand or just pulls on it to add to my torture.

And, of course, I AM being fucked in the ass by anyone who wants to, and I'm giving involuntary blow jobs to whomever wants. I think there were four guys around when this all started, but unless they are particularly virile and/or have been sex-starved for months, there have been many more than four cocks in use on me. And I'm loving all of it. As you can tell, I'm a pain-slut as well as a cock-slut, and this event, which will last at least 24 hours or as long as anybody wants it to (other than me; I have no say at all now that things are started).

I should mention here that this is a mixed party with both men and women. The women seemed shy at first, but eventually a Master presented his slave's cunt for me to lick and suck to orgasm. Apparently, he felt she was due a reward for her good behavior recently. So my mouth became the reward. Of course, she was shy about cumming with so many people standing around watching, but I was eventually able to satisfy her to the applause of those assembled.

Later, other women joined in the fun while the men, no doubt recuperated from their arduous labors. The women were much more devious (deviant?) than the men had been earlier. (Perhaps guys just want to get their rocks off.) Someone started playing with my cock and balls while someone else was fucking me with a strap on. I knew it was a woman because she kept running her nails all over the area. It was particularly excruciating when she got to the head of my swollen cock and lightly scratched it. Then I felt a nail penetrate my urethra!!! Damn but that hurt!

Still, it was all good by me. It was what I signed up for, and anyone looking at my swollen cock could tell I was loving the abuse.

Once everyone--but me!--was satisfied, the group moved on to something else with me, and it was equally devilish. I was unstrapped from the table/bench and stood up. The O-ring and dental dam were removed and replaced by a large penis gag. Then a vibrating plug was inserted into my ass. Finally, I was led, walking very funny, I might add, over to a pillory with a board sticking out. The nipple clips were removed. (Not Fun!!!), and my wrists were secured above my head to a hook that caused me to stand very straight. Then the board was adjusted upwards between my legs so that it mashed into my butt and balls and caused me to stand nearly on tiptoes to get any relief from it. Finally, the spreader bar, which is adjustable, was widened so that I had no choice but to sit in that board that was not more than an inch wide, probably less. Then safety straps were secured to my torso so I wouldn't fall off to either side.

Then they left me to go off and play with each other. There I was, feeling like I was balanced on a dull knife blade, with a plug in my aching ass vibrating away, massaging my prostate. It was both agony and ecstasy in equal measure. Soon, the inevitable happened, and I shot a load. Because of the way I was crushed onto the board, it mostly landed on my chest and stomach and slowly dripped down to my tortured scrotum.

But the vibrations didn't stop, and periodically another orgasm would hit me. But since most of what I had came out the first time, I merely drizzled and dribbled after that. And talk about painful! It was a constant prostate massage that was excruciating and I dreaded each subsequent orgasm because it was more painful than the previous one and more painful than pleasurable.

After maybe a couple of hours of this torture, the batteries die on the butt plug, and all I have for company is the pain. I know tears were streaming down my face I hurt so much. I had finally had enough pain, even for the pain slut that I am.

Finally, someone saw me and my sniveling condition and they decided to take pity on me and end my self-desired ordeal. The women, who had been so cruel to me, now became my nurturers. They released me from my bondage and held me up as I started to collapse. Someone brought a cloth and cleaned me up. Then a couple of them led me to a couch in a quiet corner and placed a blanket over me. I slept soundly until the next afternoon.