The snooty doorman gave me a dirty look, but he let me in anyway. He had to. He knew me from the other times that I had visited the building. And he knew that my friend Nikki was a registered tenant and would allow me in. But he didn't like letting people like me, in my old, wet biker leathers, into his posh apartment block. Nikki's dad had bought a bachelor flat as an investment in the new London financial district, and he was holding it while the market was in a slump. Nikki meanwhile could live in it while she studied sculpture at St. Martin's College. It had become the hang-out of choice for our group of friends.

I headed up in the lift knowing that I was taking a chance by visiting unexpectedly. I hadn't been able to get in touch with Nikki or my other friends and I didn't know what anyone's plans were. (This was back before everyone had cell phones.) Besides I was too broke to go out on the town so I had headed over on my motor bike as it seemed like my best option on a rainy Friday night.

Nikki opened the door looking hot in a killer party outfit. She had a short but athletic build, spiky hair and a distinctly punk style. We got on extremely well. We enjoyed the same clubs and bands and her wickedly mischievous sense of humour ensured that time in her company was never dull. "Hi Dodge, it's great to see you" she said, "But I'm afraid that you can't stay." "What? Why not?" I asked. "Well," she explained "I'm throwing a party tonight, and it's for women only. I thought you guys all knew."

The thought of getting back on my bike in the pouring rain, with nowhere to go but back home, was crushing. It must have shown on my face because I saw her expression soften and she took pity on me. "Oh alright then, come in. I have an idea, maybe you can stay after all."

I stepped inside and she shut the door behind me. "What do you mean 'An idea'?" I asked. "You get started putting the snacks out and I'll make you a drink. I'll think it through and let you know." She replied as she headed into the kitchen. I heaved off my sodden jacket and left it at the door with my helmet. I wasn't surprised that Nikki would organise a 'ladies only' party. She was involved with a couple of fairly radical women's organisations. (I had helped her to make placards for a protest once). But I was surprised that I hadn't heard about it. Looking around I could see that the place was indeed nearly ready for a party. The luxury flat had an open plan lounge & dining room leading to a balcony overlooking the Thames. Off to the side was a compact modern kitchen from which the sounds of clinking glass were now emanating. The furniture was sparse and old. Two old overstuffed couches, a heavy wooden coffee table and a huge 80's hi-fi. The mismatched dinner table and chairs were pushed against the wall and piled with chips and snacks still in their packaging. Candles and bunting had been put out to set the mood.

Five minutes later as I was emptying chips into bowls, Nikki came back with a strong sweet concoction in a large glass. "Experimental cocktail." She explained handing it over and continuing, "Right, here's the deal. The ladies who are coming tonight will not take kindly to having a guy wandering around at this soiree. So my idea is to create a sort of an interactive exhibition piece. Basically I want to strip you down to your underwear and tie you to the coffee table on your back. It will make a great conversation starter." She gave me her best mischievous smile. "Of course if you don't think you can handle that you can always hop back on yer bike."

I should have expected something like that. The idea both horrified and intrigued me. Willingly being tied helpless to a table at a party seemed insane, but I was enthralled by what would be going on at this shin-dig. The idea of putting on my wet leathers and going home to a lonely room was even less desirable. "It's better to regret things that you have done than things that you haven't." I told myself as I answered, "Oh I think I can handle it." "I knew it!" She said gleefully, "Let's finish the snacks and decorations and get you ready. The guests will be arriving soon."

A half and hour later I was standing in my undies with my back to the coffee table. My ankles were tied to the two legs with scarves and my arms were secured together behind my back hand-to-wrist style. "Lovely," Nikki said, "Now sit down and lie back." I followed her instructions and she put a small cushion beneath my head. Then she produced a length of cotton rope from who-knows-where and wrapped it several times tightly around my chest and the table. Tying it off she stepped back to survey her work. "You alright there? Breathing OK? Try to get up." She instructed. I wriggled around a bit, but my movements were very limited. I wasn't too uncomfortable though. "I can breathe OK" I said, "but I can hardly move at all, and no way can I get free."

Nikki paced around and looked me up and down with an unhappy expression on her face. "Boys!" she muttered under her breath in an exasperated tone, "What is so hard about buying new underwear from time to time. I mean, those things look like they are about to fall apart. And when last did you wash them? It's disgusting. No, this will NOT do." With that she vanished into the kitchen and appeared moments later with a large pair of kitchen scissors. Before I could even register what was happening; snip-snip, and my undies were dangling from Nikki's hand. "WHAT!..urmph" I had opened my mouth to voice my unhappiness, only to have my newly destroyed underpants shoved in and tied off with a scarf around my head.

"Oh don't look so indignant" Nikki said with a giggle, "Those jocks were a disgrace. This will be a valuable lesson for you in the long run. You should always wear underwear that you wouldn't mind being seen in, and it should be clean enough to put in your mouth." She sat down next to me on the table. "Now relax yourself and quit all that fussing." She said as she made calm deliberate eye contact, raised her left hand into my field of vision, extended her pinkie finger, and reached calmly down between my legs to where my penis was dangling over the edge of the table. Very slowly and with the lightest possible touch she stroked it 3 times from the tip to the base. I felt life stirring alarmingly and to my horror my cock began to swell, and in a few heartbeats was standing up like a rocket ready for blast off. I felt the pressure keep on increasing until I was rock hard and throbbing.

"Wow!" said Nikki, "Impressive." She looked up at me to see my wide eyes and reddening cheeks. "Don't be so bashful laddie, that's not all your doing. I have a tiny confession to make. My loser ex-boyfriend left a handful of Viagra pills rattling around in my bedside drawer. I was pretty sure that they would be stale by now so I ground a few of them into that drink that I gave you. It seems like they are still strong enough though eh? That thing will make a great ice breaker for my party. Some of the women coming tonight might not like my little exhibit, but whatever happens, it won't be boring. Now it could get awkward to have you making eye contact with my guests, so I'm going put a mask onto you. You can thank me later." With a satisfied chuckle Nikki produced a sturdy airplane sleeping mask from her room and fastened the Velcro straps behind my head. It fitted very snugly over the top half of my face. "Now if you'll excuse me I need to get myself ready, the party people will be here soon." And with that I was left alone.

I lay there wondering what the hell had just happened. Here I was lying strapped down on my back to a table with a raging hard-on wearing nothing more than an eye mask, in a room that was about to be crowded with strangers. I was completely terrified. But there was not much that I could do about it. I suppose I could always freak out totally and hope to force Nikki to untie me. But that would make me look a complete wimp. And if I was being honest, even though there was no way that I would have agreed to the idea if I knew that I would be so exposed, part of me wanted to see what would happen.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. I heard the door open and "Hi, good to see you, come on in." The first group of arrivals actually played it pretty cool. "Hey Nikki, is that for us? Girl you shouldn't have." As more people arrived I could hear responses ranging from the hilarious "Oh my God!" to the angry "What the Fuck!" Nikki was right about her idea being an excellent icebreaker though, as the party got started I could hear plenty of female voices around me making jokes, commenting and laughing. Some of the comments weren't very nice, but I felt insulated behind my little mask. At one point I felt scratching on my stomach and briefly on the head of my dick (like maybe a pen), and that caused a big laugh in the crowd. And then I'm not sure, but I could swear that somebody left their handbag hanging on it.

The music got louder and people were seriously getting on with drinking, talking and dancing. They sounded like a rowdy crowd alright. That was another benefit of this building. The surrounding apartments were all sitting empty, either waiting for the market to turn, or owned by German and Japanese businessmen who would fly in during the week. I was left to lie there working my fingers and toes to try to keep the circulation going. My phallus was still as rock-hard and was starting to feel somehow disconnected from the rest of my body.

I felt someone sit down next to me on the table. "How are you holding up there big boy? Snigger." It was Nikki, "Sorry, I couldn't resist that." She was obviously having a good party and loving it. "Seriously though, is everything OK with you. Give me nod if it is." I thought about it for a moment. Was I OK? Well definitely not comfortable; physically or mentally. But I was in no danger. And the thought of getting untied and standing up, dressing and leaving in front of all the girls was somehow worse than staying where I was. I nodded. "That's my boy!" she said, "Now have a drag on this!" She wedged open my mouth gag on one side and plugged a very powerful smelling joint into the gap. Normally I would be keen as beans for a toke. But I was feeling exposed and insecure as it was. Getting high and paranoid was not what I needed. "Oh go on, no know you want to. This is good shit." Said Nikki as she clamped my nose closed with her other hand. I had no choice but to inhale through my mouth. "Nice one!" Nikki said as she headed off again. The music became more vivid and my position began to seem even more outrageous as the familiar stoned feeling swept over me. Nikki's weed was always kick-ass.

I heard someone shouting over the noise of the crowd and the music was turned down. "Ladies! Ladies! Could I have your attention for a moment please?" She sounded slightly older than the rest with a low rich voice and a relaxed confident way of speaking. "I want to take a moment to try to impart some of my wisdom to you lot. I couldn't help noticing a golden opportunity over here for a practical lesson that I am going to call 'Managing your Man.' (more laughter) I realise that this is not relevant to all of you, but if you deal with dicks in your life you could benefit from paying attention. We all know that a hand-job is an effective way of getting positive results from your man on a practical level. BUT the thing that I must stress is that you should not let him cum. That only leaves you with a tired and slightly grumpy bloke. Basically, if you see spunk then you're doing it wrong."

"The trick is knowing how to find that delicate edge, and not to cross it. If you can build up a strong sexual tension in your boy he is yours to command. You don't have to work hard at it, just keep up a steady rhythmic stroke. See how I have been working this guy's shaft here for only a few minutes and already he is panting and squirming. See how the tension mounts in his body? If I pause for a moment the pelvis instinctively thrusts. But now watch the testes carefully, this is the key, as he is getting near to cumming the scrotum will contract and you can almost see the balls lift as the muscles are tensing, and .. as .. you ..see .. that .. you .. must .. STOP."

And she was dead right, she let go of me just before the point of no return. On the one hand I was grateful not to have the embarrassment of spurting in front of all those amused women. But deeper down I was horribly frustrated. My hips pumped the air a few times through pure reflex. She continued to speak, "And that was all with no lube, no mess and no fuss. Just keep it light and you won't need that stuff. But now I would like you ladies to practice this technique. We may need a bit of lube here or there is sure to be chaffing, and that's not sexy. Nikki, I'm sure you must have something somewhere. Thanks honey, now who's first?"

I have a blur of pleasure and torment in my memory as one pair of hands after another coaxed me near to ecstasy before leaving me hanging. The technique of watching for that contraction worked too well. Even when I tried to fake my way to an orgasm they could always spot it coming and deny me. I think there was an unstated competition going on over who could get me closest to the edge. Each woman had her own distinct style. Some would go at it roughly, starting hard and fast and stopping abruptly. Some would be more subtle, varying the speed and pressure that they applied. One stands out in my memory. She had dainty hands and a light touch; starting softly and slowly, building up rapidly until I was feeling those waves of pleasure but then slowing down again as I was getting close, until she was barely moving and I was right at the tipping point. I wish I knew who that was, even now.

Nikki swears that she was dancing the whole time, but I won't ever know for sure whether she was involved in that little 'lesson'. No one spoke to me at all the whole time. And when they lost interested and went back to partying I was left alone in a very weird disconnected head-space. The music got louder, the party was getting hectic. I could hear the chicks going off on the dance floor while I tried to fend off the cramps in my calves and back and did deep breathing to try to control the sexual energy that was throbbing through my body.

Much later things were calming down. Some people had left and it sounded like everyone else was in the kitchen inventing new cocktail recipes. I heard a whispered argument approaching, "I just don't know why you would want ... That!" "I don't know? I just want to try it for once, OK?", "But why now?", "Look, this is a perfect chance without, you know, having to worry about complications." "Well OK, I love you and I'm not going to block your experience, just do it quickly before the others come back."

I felt my still-stiff member being grabbed and the unmistakable sensation of a condom being rolled down its length. What?! My mind reeled. There was a flurry of activity and a warm wetness engulfed me. I felt the weight of someone settle onto my body. "Ooh, not bad." She whispered as she started to move, sliding up and down my tormented hard-on. Was I being raped I wondered? I was OK with it if I could finally get to come I decided, so no, all good. As she began to gasp and groan I heard her companion say, "Well I'm not standing around like a third wheel." I sensed legs on either side of my head and then the other woman's ass came down on my face. She was pretty hefty. She started to grind against my nose and mouth. I found that couldn't breathe at all.

The couple riding me started kissing each other as the intensity of their movement increase. Meanwhile I was starting to see stars and slowly blacking out, but still desperately trying to push through to an orgasm, which felt like it would blast open my skull when it finally came.

"Ello, ello, ello! What's all this then?" A piercing cockney voice cut into my fading brain. Quick as a flash the two women hopped off of me. "Why is it that the moment some bitches see a hard cock they can't stop themselves from hopping right onto that ugly little fucker?" the East-end girl continued. I was sucking in air with relief and another experiencing yet another wave of hard-core sexual frustration simultaneously. "I mean look at this thing, it's disgusting! It just makes me want to slap it." I felt a strong hand grab the base of my shaft and .. Pow! I felt the slap ring right through my body. My hands instinctively tried to cover my groin, but they were solidly stuck behind my back. "Oh please no not another one." I thought.

The sound of skin hitting skin must have brought the rest of the party back because I sensed a crowd gathering again. "And as for these pathetic things", my assailant continued as I felt her hands around my balls. "Guys seem to think that they have some sort of mystical power in them. But watch this!" She began to squeeze, gradually increasing the pressure. "Look at that, he's thrashing about and crying like a little baby. I squeeze oranges harder than that just to get the juice out. Pathetic! I'm sick of all the fussing over this. Luckily I have my bicycle lock and chain with me. There will be no more fucking around with this shit." She walked loudly across the room and came back moments later. I felt cold metal being wrapped tightly around and around my battered cock and balls followed by the loud click of the lock closing. There was laughter and a few "You go girl!" shouts. It wasn't comfortable, but in a way I felt safer.

From then on I was pretty much ignored. The music was down tempo and the remaining party people sat on the couches talking, smoking and drinking nightcaps. A few of them put their feet up using me as a foot rest, but I suppose that was their only option if they wanted to lie back in the couches. There was no other coffee table. Fairly soon the last guests were saying goodbye at the door. I heard the door close, and then, nothing. I lay there in my personal darkness. Nikki wouldn't just leave me tied up here like this. Would she? My whole body was aching and spasms were running through my tormented muscles. I couldn't feel my hands or my feet. At least my penis was sagging as last.

The Indigo Girls CD ended leaving me in an almost total silence. The clock ticked and I lay there. Were they going clubbing? It wouldn't be unusual. How long would that take?

The door burst open and the flat filled up with life again. "How are you doing Geezer?" Shouted Nikki from the door. She ripped of the mask and the gag leaving me blinking in the dim light. "Ow." I said "Not Sure. Please untie me." Luckily she didn't mess with me any more. I think she could see that I had had enough. "Alrighty, you stand by. We'll have you up and about in a jiffy." She fumbled with the scarves and rope until I was free. I staggered around the flat and bashed the pins and needles out before collapsing next to Nikki on the couch.

Someone had drawn a smiley face on the head of my cock and "Mr Happy is happy!" in a speech bubble on my belly. It was done in black sharpie with a graffiti artist's flair. "I should be angry with you girl." I said. "And are you?" she asked. "I just don't know how I am feeling right now. Kind of freaked out." I replied. I think Nikki understood that I needed some comfort human contact. "Well come on then, let's get some sleep. You can share my bed, but don't get any ideas." She said. "OK." I said, "And anyway, your friend's chain is still attached to my junk. That's not coming off without the lock combination"

Nikki looked around at her devastated home as she walked into the bedroom and collapsed backwards onto the bed. "Tell you what." She said, "I'm going to have a massive hangover in the morning. So if you can have a fried breakfast ready for me when I wake up, and then get my flat ship-shape by eleven a.m. while I sleep it off, we'll see about giving you your clothes back. And maybe calling Sue for the lock code." I wasn't in a position to argue. I lay myself gently down on the bed and snuggled down against her. "Better get some sleep." I thought to myself as I faded out, "I have a lot of housework to do in the morning."