The Pool Party

By Palemale

Jennifer led me to their guest bedroom, my eyes were glued to her undulating ass. She talked about how wonderful it was to find a man who really enjoyed bondage and getting a good spanking. She could not understand why the fantasy was so popular but it was so difficult to find someone who would actually submit to being whipped. I was impressed at how quickly she rearranged the room, turning it into a fetish lover’s dream. Once she finished setting things up she turned to me.

“It’s time for you to take your swim suit off, I only spank bare bottoms,” she directed.

I stripped off my suit revealing an erect penis. Jennifer smiled and said it was fabulous to see that I was looking forward to submitting to her, adding that after she whipped me, her husband might want to swap mates for the night and she would enjoy something that stiff up her butt.

“Right now I need to strap you down, so bend over.” She directed.

Jennifer strapped me to a bench designed to hold its victim securely while being beaten. She finished by putting a ball gag in my mouth. Pleased with herself, she ran her hands over my body paying particular attention to my balls and checking to see if I was still hard. I was.

“I’m going to change into something more appropriate for the occasion, so you be a good boy and wait here.” Jennifer laughed at her own joke as she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

A few minutes later, the door opened and Jennifer’s husband Tom and my wife came in. It was clear they had continued drinking after Jennifer and I left the pool. They treated me as the bound submissive I was. Tom rested his cold drink on my back and reached down to examine my balls and pull at my dick.

Sara picked up one of the whips from the bed to examine it, saying, “this thing looks severe, I guess your wife is serious about this whipping thing.”

“Jennifer can get carried away with the whole scene, I’d never let her tie me down,” said Tom.

“Well, I hope your wife is harsh with him. He loves the bondage stuff and his dick stays hard for a week after an extreme whipping. He’s always been kinky,” was Sara’s retort.

She moved to stand in front of me. Pulling my head up, Sara said “Enjoy yourself, you might get more than you expect. Jennifer will probably leave some serious welts before she’s done with you.” Her words increased my excitement and made my dick throb. I was eager to be beaten. No matter how hard I was whipped, within a few months I’d want something more intense.

Watching Sara’s naked breasts sway and the feel of Tom’s hand manipulating my rigid dick made it more erotic. I love being under someone’s control and unable to escape. Abruptly, Tom stopped pumping my penis and got a metal tool from a nearby drawer explaining, “I’m going to band him, it will make the session more intense.” He loaded a small elastic band onto the tool and squeezed to stretch it. He slipped it around my testicles. With a snap he had the castration band in place. It hurt, and I moaned from the pain. My wife wanted to know what it was for. Tom whispered to her that it tightened the ball sack and would make the session more thrilling. He would tell Jennifer to remove it after thirty minutes. He had it done to himself to heighten his orgasms. There was no reason to worry as long as it didn’t stay on too long.

Then he embraced my wife and pushed her onto the bed. Stripping off the remaining half of her suit, he covered her shaved pussy with his mouth. She pulled his head against her vulva as he licked and sucked her nether lips. Having me watch added to their excitement. Sara wanted me to know she was going to fuck Jennifer’s husband as Jennifer was whipping me. Sara looked over at me and said, “you didn’t think you were the only one to get something special, did you? Tom and I will be in the other bedroom fucking our brains out while you’re being whipped.” I was not in a position to object and at that point I could care less what they did with each other for the next half-hour.

When Tom began mounting my wife, she pushed him off saying, “not here”, and then led him out of the room leaving the door wide open.

Within minutes, Tom and Jennifer’s dog came in. He immediately began to sniff around the room. Stopping when he discovered the fluids that dripped from my excited penis. First he licked them from the floor and then from the tip of my dick. I was frightened that he would chew on my dick. Trying to call out, the best I could do was issue muffled calls for help. I was relieved when the dog dropped my penis and chose to lick my butt instead. It was actually very pleasant. The long rough tongue explored my exposed crack until it found the hidden opening. I could feel the dog trying to snake its wet tongue into the orifice. Suddenly it stopped and the dog moved to mount me. Standing on its hind legs, the dog grasped me around my waist with its front legs. Holding me tightly, it thrust its prick frantically seeking to penetrate my unprotected rear opening. I wiggled from side to side trying to stop the assault. It did no good as the dog quickly until found its mark. I felt the dog’s prick forced into my anus thrusting harder and harder as it drove in deeper. It was like being ridden by a jackhammer.

I felt intense pain as the dog’s sizable knot was forced against my orifice. Fearing that I would split in two and cried out as much as the gag would allow. Then as the knot slid inside my ass, the pain vanished. The dog continued to thrust but more gently. It was something I had never experienced before. As it became more pleasurable, I really started to enjoy it. Pushing back in rhythm to meet the dog’s thrusts increased the pleasure. The dogs prick continued to swell and stretch my anal tunnel. I worried that it might tear me. Instead it formed a tight plug, blocking the escape of any of the warm fluids the dog now pumped into me. I rocked forward and backward as I felt the dog’s flow of sperm increase and begin to fill me. Sexually excited, my cock stiffened again. I wanted to come, the warm fur against my backside, the deep thrusts rubbing inside, I was warm and wanted to climax. I wondered why I hadn’t tried this before. I knew I would do it again.

Moments later a dominatrix clad Jennifer entered the room. Stunned, she watched in amazement as her pet pumped hot dog sperm into my ass. She had never seen such a thing before and was transfixed by the scene. Finally realizing something needed to be done, she stepped forward to pull her dog off of me. The dog struggled to finish its goal, scratching and clawing my helpless body. This dog was not going to dismount until it experienced complete satisfaction from its new bitch. With its front legs clutching my waist, the dog continued to pump more and more cum into my ass. Jennifer shouted for her husband to come and help.

Tom ran into the room, naked. At first he tried to help Jennifer pull their dog off of me, then Tom said to stop. He explained to Jennifer that until the dog’s swollen knot softened nothing could be done. They sat down to watch the perverse scene. When my wife came into the room she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the situation. Saying this had to be the most disgusting thing I had ever done. She turned to Tom and Jennifer and started to berate them too. Tom interrupted her to explain it was an accident and why they couldn’t stop it now. Sara finally realized the inevitability of the situation. She joined Tom and Jennifer on the bed to watch the dog resume its attack on my backside.

I was in heaven. Being doggie fucked by a real dog, the grip of its front legs around my waist, being unable to escape, and having an audience to witness the event made it even more exciting. My ass was stretched and being filled with hot cum. I loved being fucked by this dog.

Tom pulled a video camera from a drawer and began to film the action. At first Jennifer told him to stop, then said to go ahead if it was OK with Sara. Sara, still naked, said to film it, she was becoming more turned on as she continued to watch. Her hand rubbed vigorously against her crotch. After a few minutes she moved to stand in front of me. Pulling my head upwards, she forced her dripping pussy against my face. I could smell Tom’s cum as it dripped out. Jennifer removed the ball gag to free my tongue for Sara’s use.

“Suck it, suck me until I come,” Sara ordered.

I did as I was told, swallowing Tom’s deposit in the process. Soon Sara started to come, she yelled at the dog, “fuck him harder, fuck him, fuck him,” until shaking frantically, she climaxed and fell back on the bed.

Tom immediately handed the camera to his wife and said to keep filming. He positioned himself in front of me and gripped my head with his hands. Slowly he drove his erect cock down my throat. I began to choke and cough. He pulled back to let me take a breath then plunged forward again. The thrusting continued until he shot a load of cum down my throat. Spent, he stumbled to the bed, joining my wife. As I looked at their two naked bodies, Sara asked how long it would be before the dog was finished. Breathlessly, Tom answered that he had no idea. Saying, “It might go on for an hour or more.” Sara attempted another joke saying it would be the longest I ever lasted at sex.

I could again feel my own orgasm building as the dog’s prick rubbed my prostate. I surged forward and back straining at the bonds that held me. My wife could see that I was trying to come. She encouraged me to ejaculate for the camera. Little did she know it would be my last time. Tom reached out to milk my penis until Jennifer said to stop. She wanted the dog to make me come, so Tom took the camera back from Jennifer so the two women could position themselves in the shot. Jennifer stripped off her panty and rubbed her pussy against my face. Sara picked up a whip and made believe she was encouraging the dog to fuck harder. Tom moved to film the spurts from the end of my dick. I shot long streams of cum as the two women applauded. Then I fell silent while the three of them began to party again.

The work out exhausted me. After a while the dog dismounted. Standing with its rear towards me it tugged again and again, but it could not pull away. Over a half-hour passed before an audible “plop” was heard signaling that the dog fuck was complete and the dog’s prick was finally out of my ass. Relieved, I felt drugged and my senses overloaded. It was the best fuck I had ever had. Not only had a dog screwed me, but also its owner. Now I watched as my naked wife lay on a bed with him and his wife. My entire body hurt. Still held and supported by the spanking bench, I relaxed and fell into a light sleep.

I was awakened by Jennifer still clad in the top half of her dominatrix outfit. She was putting antiseptic on the long scratches left by the dog. When she realized I was conscious she started to apologize for what had happened. I told her everything was fine and that I enjoyed being fucked by the dog. She admitted it was incredibly sexy to watch. Just then I could feel the dog cum start to leak out of my bottom. At first a trickle, then it gushed as if it were an enema. I could only apologize. Jennifer said not to worry as she continued to clean me up.

It was as she was wiping the dog cum from my balls that she found the castration band.

“What’s this?” she demanded to know.

Tom started to mutter something about putting it on to increase the pleasure of the event when Jennifer screamed “how long has it been on?”

Both Tom and Sara looked at the wall clock and said in unison, “two hours”.

“Two hours”, Jennifer shot back, “do you know what this means?”

Tom said nothing. Sara demanded to know. No one spoke for the longest time. Sara repeated her question. Still no one spoke. Finally I asked if they could just take the band off now. It no longer hurt, actually I didn’t feel it at all anymore. Jennifer reached for a pair of scissors and Tom stopped her.

“You can’t take it off now, the poison would spread to his entire body and kill him” said Tom.

“Kill who?” demanded Sara. “You told me earlier that the band could only stay on for a half hour.”

“If the band is cut off now, the dead tissue will entire his body and infect him. We have to leave it on.” Explained Tom.

“Dead tissue? What dead tissue?” I wanted to know.

They ignored me. Tom continued to explain what had happened and what had to be done now. I continued to shout and demand to be set free. Tom told me to shut up, he had to think. I kept shouting to be set free. Tom put the ball gag back in my mouth. He said the best thing to do now was to put a second band on my now dead testicles so that the first band would not slip off.

As my wife cried, Tom banded me again.

Tom sold the video they made that day to a company in Brazil. Apparently they paid him a lot of money. And they took care of me as I went through my changes, but things are different now. Ever since my testicles fell off they have treated me as a pet, not as a person. I’m kept collared now, with a chain attached that is always secured so I can not escape. They don’t allow me to talk, and I am whipped severely if I say anything. I’ve overheard them discussing modifications they intend to make to me. It’s clear they are going to continue to use me for their own profit.

Tom fucks my wife and his own, neither woman will even touch me. Instead they throw parties where I am tied down and fucked by the dogs of other guests. Tom makes films of everything and sells them on the Internet. It’s not as exciting for me as the first time, I never get to cum.